Following the directions, Marcus gave us to the base the trip to the hidden base wasn’t a difficult one. Navigating the submersible through a string of sea channels, Zia spotted in the distance a landing area. Set beneath an old underwater volcano.
Docking the vessel inside the pocket of air, allowing passengers to disembark. The front of the hidden base contains nothing but an old-style airlock.
Zia punched the codes given by Marcus for access, the latch creaked open on old hinges. Stepping inside you can smell the old stale air being recycled along with an awful stench, I sealed the airlock behind us and Zia imputed the code on the inner lock door, this one wasn’t so beaten up as the external and the door pop open with ease, encouraging the door open, the smell became worse.
‘When was this place built,’ I said?
Zia looks around, she gasped a little ‘looks like we found the bad smell my dear’ on the floor a dead Krotki his shell busted open with what appeared to be a blast from a plasma weapon. Studying the entry and exit wound is consistent with such a wave of super-heated energy reaffirmed the diagnosis. ‘This had to at close range with the burn mark being small in the front also the corpse is very fresh’ she said
‘You think one of Marcus men had a disagreement’, Zia just nodded the place was as Marcus described an analyzer dormant…
