The insult and smack clearly allowed Zoran to shake off at least the immediate effect.
He quickly returns the favor.
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Zulu's cold eyes calculate, sizing up his ghoulish opponent. As Pippimi crush's the unliving leg, the android goes in with two massive stabs to the soldier's shoulder. The ghoul drops to the floor, unconscious.
Lenny shakes off the paralysis, coming out swinging. He aims a massive thrust at the ghoul in front of him, the thick armor preventing the incredible blow. Unfortunately, the major strike flexed the buff gym rat's muscles and send a deadly disease closer to his heart...
The ghouls look at their fallen comrade aghast and shout to each other in eoxian.
"They took down Larex!"
"Those damn oxy-suckers took Larex!"
"Get out of there, idiots! Time to go. Fetch Larex!"
One ghoul turns to grab the fallen ghoul but slips in the grease! The third ghoul curses and walks around him gingerly before dragging his friend to the inside door.
The ghoul outside turns in a circle, sharp teeth bared at Davrin. He growls in Common, "You're going to die for that, mouthbreather."
In his anger, he misses with both of his claws!
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Blue 7 damage
Green 76 damage
Tired of melee and finally having some breathing space, and also interested in trying his new plasma rifle, Zulu drops his knife and catches up said plasma rifle and aims across the room and cuts loose a stream of superheated plasma.
Pippimi puffs up as the ghoulish soldiers start shouting in Eoxian and angling to escape. "Not-breathers start trouble, how about not-breathers finish trouble? Or surrender in proper honorable vesk way. That also work."
She stabs down at teal twice, then scurries quickly up to support Davrin.
Davrin calls back in their tongue, a raspy dry language.
"Ha! Guess not! Your turn!"
Davrin moves back and fires again.
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Zoran snaps out of his muscle-locked paralysis and stabs at the pink ghoul!
Zulu's laser carves through the prone ghoul before colliding into the ghoul standing by the door. Both cry out in pain and anger from the brutal wounds. Pippimi follows up with a slice to the back of the fallen ghoul before running to Davrin's aid. Outside the door, a street tile near the ghoul's feet explodes from the massive blast Davrin barely missed his opponent with.
Clank, not to be forgotten, steps to the side and looses two bolts of energy from his shoulder-slung rifle.
Inside, the ghoul struggles to stand but ends up falling again. With his remaining energy he rolls to the side and out of the grease. The ghoul with the medals pulls his fallen comrade out of the room, reappearing in the other doorway onto the street. With Pippimi behind him and Davrin in front, the final ghoul looks from side to side cautiously. Out of alternatives, he takes a circuitous route around Davrin, always a touch out of reach.
Suddenly, he turns and leaps at the halfling! Teeth bared, he latches onto Davrin's forearm. The teeth bruise and scratch, piercing Davrin's skin. He pulls away, a scrap of Davrin's elegant clothes on his lips. He shouts over his shoulder in eoxian. "Welles, nehajte čakati tam! Imamo ga, čas Larex, da gremo!"
"Welles, quit lolly-gaggin in there! We got Larex, time to go!"
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Deciding to get out of the close quarters and see what was happening on the street, Zulu slides out of the room and moves into he open, hoping Lenny and Pippimi can handle the remaining, prone, ghoul.
Seeing Davrin under assault, the Android again aims his plasma rifle and fires on the offending enemy () potentially catching his fleeing friend in the back blast.
With the ghouls trying to retreat, Pippimi rushes forward and reaches out to try to grab onto red.
"Oh I am not done here." Zoran says boosting himself back into the fight before raising his .
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"I am taking down the bastard that nicked me." Zoran says pointing out his target to the others with a shot of his own.
Clank sighs, seeing that things aren't going swimmingly, but could be worse. He starts to summon a trio of air elementals to try to close out the fight.
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Zulu's shot goes high, missing both ghouls and singeing their hair. Pippimi's starknife digs into the retreating ghoul's back, taking him down before he manages to scratch Davrin! She then runs up and grabs a hold of the third ghoul!
Zoran turns and sends two bolts into the prone ghoul, dropping him unconscious. Lenny runs out into the street, "convincing" the remaining ghoul with a cut of the sword.
As Clank begins to whisper his spell, the final ghoul grits his teeth and spits out "Alright, breathers, we give up!" He stops struggling and goes limp in Pippimi's arms. His sharp teeth grind together. "Our captain will never forgive us for falling to oxy-suckers." At that moment, the skeletal woman in the mumu wanders out into the street. "Oh, you are so good to an old woman! I am Gretal! Thank you, kind strangers!" You see that a few of her ribs have been caved in, giving the mumu an odd shape where it hangs.
She walks up to the ghoul and sticks a bony finger in his face. "All I did was my duty by reporting her! I simply want to do right by OUR planet’s legitimate government and military, which require us to report our suspicions!" She makes a scoffing noise. "And members of my former squadron, no less."
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Pippimi holds onto red, looking over her shoulder at her team and at Gretal. She pauses to let them say their part and then adds. "Hm hm. Should have surrendered earlier, already too late for not-breather team mates." She shakes her head at the red ghoul. "Pippimi want ghoulie to explain what he and team doing here!"
If red seems uncommunicative, Pippimi turns to look at Gretal instead.
Zulu takes the moment to sling his plasma rifle and ready his more precise laser rifle.
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The ghoul turns to his downed allies and scoffs. "Ah, a little negative energy will put them back to rights." He turns back to the group, ending his gaze on Gretal. "Rumors fly in this city. The ever-living love their gossip. We heard of one of our own snitching on another retired trooper. " He shrugs, against Pippimi's hold. "Had to teach her a lesson."
"Who this retired trooper? Maybe Gretal right and trooper actually working for some bad group?" Pippimi asks as she sits on the ghoul's chest with two pairs of arms crossed. Her last pair hold the ghoul's head against the ground.
"'Snitchers get stretchers' very bad philosophy to have in any group. Overhear from HR that reduce productivity and retention by 50%. Pippimi think that super overblown. Maybe 10% at best."
Zoran scoffs at the remaining ghoul.
"Nothing was said about getting the chance to return them to rights, monster, the only right thing is a true grave." he growls in response.
"That being said you can be the first one to make the permanent transition if you like or you can talk faster and more precisely about this trooper." he threatens.
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The ghoul looks from Zoran to Lenny, his eyes widening with fear. "Uh.. be cool, be cool... This traitor," He nods his head towards Gretal, "went to the ministry of eternal narcs and told a little story about her flatmate. A story that did not look kindly on the eoxian people." His eyes narrow and he whispers, "Some people don't understand that Eox First is more than a hash tag. Some people like to harass their neighbors just for thinking that we deserve a little more respect." He is obviously about to go off into a self-gratifying monologue but Lenny's "accidental" applied blade pressure pauses his vocal cords for a moment. Once he regains his powers of speech, he gets back to the point. "Well, a proper loyal citizen must have seen the report somewhere up the food chain and let our commander know. Can't be having our respectable retirees tearing each other, and the good name of the 5th Squadron, down now can we?"
Gretal takes a step forward. "I... I did make a report. About my flatmate, Harvinne. She left the place at midnight a few days back with a sack full of camping gear, saying she needed to buy a new coat. She never came back." The skeleton shuffles towards the door that the ghouls had burst out of. "This is her room, I unlocked it the next day when she didn't come back from her shopping trip." She heads inside and picks up an actual physical journal page that looks like it was torn out, handing it to you. The journal entry is short, but explicit.
Dear diary,
Tomorrow I will meet up with the marrowblight for training and vetting before joining up with my new squadron in the Corpse Fleet. Gods, it will be good to be back in the navy and fighting for the right cause this time.
A marrowblight is a type of powerful undead creature, filled with hate for the living. They typically arise from brawny humanoids that were exposed to strange radiation or arcane energy that painfully warped their flesh at the moments of demise, creating hideous bone spurs that protrude from the creatures’ backs, cheeks, jaws, and shoulders.
As you read through the note and decide what to do with the ghoulish soldiers, Gretal moves to her room. After making a stop to kick the unconscious ghoul in the groin, she returns holding a dusty box. "It's certainly several decades behind the times, but it's military grade. Snuck it out as a souvenir of my service. I want you to have it, for saving me from those thugs. Perhaps it will help you help others." You open the box to find a Haste Circuit armor upgrade!
“Honestly, though, I have no use for it anymore, and it will likely help you more than it would ever help me. But let it be a reminder—not all of us who’re dead are bad!” She smiles gently.
Clank finishes summoning his air elementals... only to have the stirrings of combat fade. Sheepishly, he directs the air goblins to help remove the signs of combat in the half minute before they fade.
After reading the journal Clank shares what he knows about the Marrowblight. "Nice, friendly folk, these Eoxian." He glances at the downed ghouls. "Well, hopefully they won't hold a grudge if we let them go. I'd see what we could do about restoring them, but... well..." Probably not a good idea. So, is this Marrowblight thing someone that would be a member of the military or government? I'm the last person to judge someone by the color of their skin, but it's really hard to tell friends from foes around here..."[/b]
"Letting them go isn't a viable option for any of us including Gretal. The fear will only last till they see an opportunity to strike us in the back. The Eoxian Navy and the Corpse Fleet have become fairly interchangeable it seems. Thank you for your help, Gretal, you may want to move...off-planet even if the Navy is after you." he discusses with the others.
"I say we quickly put these thugs out of their miserable existence as a favor to everyone. I can do it if necessary." Zoran offers staring at the troopers who attacked them with an unnatural bloodlust in his eyes.
"That marrowblight sounds like trouble regardless of who it pledges allegiance too. Something tells me the lines between the forces here is going to get increasingly blurry."
Davrin clearly looks uncomfortable as the prospect of ending the live.. uh unlives of the ghouls. "Uh, I mean, we are in Eox so ending the lives of sentient undeads, that is like murder? No?"
He ponders briefly then suggests, "They did commit a crime here. Couldn't we just hand them to the authorities? The ambassador?"
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Gretal frets at the talk of putting down the eoxian thugs. The skeleton rubs her bony hands together, creating an awful grating noise that doesn't seem to bother her one bit. "Oh, no! No, no murder on my street! This may be the Splice, but we still have some sense of order left!" She stamps a foot unhappily. "Sure, the navy has more Fleet sympathizers than most groups. But they have an unholy level of bureaucracy intended to counter those tendencies. After all, we eoxians must uphold the laws that allow us to be a part of the Pact Worlds. It's one of the government's primary duties!" She shuffles over and kicks the conscious ghoul in the shin, narrowly missing Pippimi. "Come with me. We'll take them to the base. A good court martial will have them thinking twice the next time they try to abuse a good citizen!" She lets out a big "HARUMPH" and seems to view the matter as settled.
Before she lets anyone leave, though, she insists you help her set her house back to rights. The violence, plasma bolts, and general havok have upturned tables and knocked over paintings. As you help, Gretal is happy to answer some of Clank's questions about marrowblights. "Well, little dear, normally I abhor racist stereotypes of the undead. Some people will never understand that we are not all feral! But marrowblights..." She looks sadly at a small potted mushroom that was crushed in the melee. "Marrowblights are beings of hatred. And, unlike other undead that can be weaponized by the more intelligent, they are fiercely independent. Most will refuse to have any dealings with those who even speak to the living. " She shrugs. "So, they are often hermits, living out in the wastes. I suppose it makes sense that one would align with the Fleet." She straightens up, surveying the slightly cleaner room with happiness. "Odd thing, though. Normally the appearance of a marrowblight incites a storm of rumors and gossip, and I haven't heard a thing! This one must not have approached the city at all.."
Pippimi shrugs, but ends up agreeing with Gretal's push to bring the Navy ghouls in for court martialing. "Just give moment!" She knocks the remaining ghoul out and then sets about rolling all four ghouls into a tidy little big ball before tying the whole bundle up with some cable line. "OK! Pippimi not so sure Eox Navy going to have good reaction if breathers come with four knocked out soldiers." She pats the giant undead gobstopper. "So Pippimi make handy dandy easy-roll form for Gretal. Gretal just need to roll to nearest army office. Very easy, yes!"
She hops up and gives Gretal a little push towards the ball. "Gretal go ahead with roly-poly prisoners, team quickly clean up mess here."
Once Gretal is off and the team are deep into cleaning, Pippimi comments "Marrowblight sound very nasty! Also sound rare. Maybe if ask around, can find if any marrowblight hiding around here? That way can track down Corpse Fleet."
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Very well, court-martial it is. I'm definitely a little nervous about us bringing in these for it though. Maybe you could take care of that Gretal while we focus our energy on the marrowblight.
Zoran grumbles but values his companions so doesn't put up a fuss when the ghouls are being turned in. He attempts to keep busy righting the mess and looking intently at any personal belongings of Gretal to eke out any feelings of compassion for the other undead.
"This marrowblight sounds like a lot of trouble that I also have no doubt we will meet at some point. Trouble and us are connected." he adds while continuing his work.
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Gretal eyes Pippimi carefully, trying to determine if this was some weird joke. Getting nothing from the earnest skittermander, the skeleton shrugs her shoulders. "I suppose I could roll them... but that sounds like a lot of work. And I retired from that decades ago. But don't worry, I have an idea." She dials up "a friend" and sits down to wait. About twenty minutes later a massive truck roars down the street. Painted black, with a skeletal front bumper, the vehicle belches smoke from it's two metal stacks. Music, a niche version of shirren death metal, blares out of the cab when the door opens to reveal a man with pale skin. He almost falls down the step from the lifted truck, stumbling in an awkward gait. Yet his limp is not nearly as fascinating as the holographic sign that has been adhered to his forehead! The text scrolls downward, containing some sort of poem in Eoxian. He speaks loudly, but with the grace of someone who has had an eternity to contemplate their words. "GRETAL! MY DEAR! These the interlopers who dare bother my sweetheart?" He eyes the ball of ghouls appreciatively then turns to all of you. "Normally, I'd choose one of you to join me for dinner this evening. But, since you were so kind as to protect my Gretal, I shall just take the trash out for you." He stumbles over to the back of the truck, almost like his legs were locked at the knees by metal braces, where he pulls out a thick chain. With a few deft strokes he ties it off to the ball of ghouls then returns to his cab. He turns around in the door, blows a kiss to Gretal, then drives off in a cloud of smoke. If the ghouls didn't appreciate being drug behind the truck, their screams could not be heard over the blaring music.
Gretal nods approvingly. "Jale, such a thoughtful young man."
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With that odd encounter over, you decide to head across the street to Fleshworn Fabrications before tracking down this marrowblight. Tall metal walls behind a chain-link fence and looming security gates mark this as some sort of industrial facility. Inside the gates is a massive metal-and-concrete platform resting at the bottom of an enormous elevator shaft. The edges of circular pools or vats containing some strange undulating substance are barely visible behind the fence, sunk deeply in the ground. A sign that reads, “Attention visitors: Call for agent,” hangs above an intercom on one side of the gates.
Being within the hours of operation, 6:00-6:00, you press the button. A booming voice echoes through the intercom. "Hey there, some breathers! What do ya want? We don't sell necrografts here, just the parts! Ya gotta go 'cross the street for those!"
Pippimi pipes up "Hullo hi! Pippimi here! Team looking for Voxy Darksend who work here? Say we can come and interview during work-shift. This seem like not-authorized use of work hours to Pippimi, but she not want to do FF HR job for them."
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"That's Vox-UHHHHHLLL, not Vox-EEEEEEE!" The voice pauses a moment, before continued. "Aye, I'm Voxel. And I'll forgive ya for the mix-up, because I need your help! Be right there!" The com link cuts and you stand at the gate for a few minutes. Right before you give up and ring again, a corpsefolk lumbers around the corner and up to the gate. He messes with the gate controls for a moment, shouting over his shoulder. “Finally! It’s about time the Ministry sent somebody! You have no idea how much I’ve needed you to tell my bosses that I didn’t steal or lose the missing flesh. Well? What are you waiting for? Get in here!” He throws his arm around in a full circle, something that would have been highly unpleasant for someone with all of their nerves alive and intact. He walks back the way he came, around to the other side of the factory - apparently just assuming you would follow him. His tirade continues as he walks. "'Bout time we had some cops sniffing around here! Dirty corpse fleeters be stealing our stuff and blaming it on innocent deaders like myself! Why can't they just do the right thing and blame it on the living? Ah, cruel, cruel. Say, I don't see living coppers around her too often! You must be part of an elite squad! Lucky me, I am!" Apparently removing the need to breathe from some undead removes the only thing stopping them from speaking nonstop. It isn't until you get to the relevant vat, which is still empty from the recent theft that you are able to get a word in edgewise.
But, not too many words! Eager to get to his problem, he quickly manouvers the conversation back to the issue at hand. "This is the vat, right here, right here. Yupp, empty as can be! How someone could have stolen 1000 gallons of unfinished flesh in the middle of the night, I'm not sure. That's what's got the bosses fixed that it was me, you see? Must have been an inside job! But it wasn't me, you gotsta tell them that!" He rummages around in his coat pocket for a datapad, shoving it in your face. "Lookee here! This photo shows the badge I found next to the vat! It's so creepy, must be corpse fleet!" He quickly produces the badge itself, pulling it from a rather indecorous flap of skin.
Voxel certainly seems to be telling the truth about his report and shows concern about the Corpse Fleet’s machinations but is primarily concerned with not being blamed for the theft.
He stops for a minute, eyeing you carefully. "Now... I ain't supposed to do this. But seeing how you're agents of the law and all... I suppose I could let you down into the vat to look for more clues. You seem earnest." His eyes flicker to Pippimi, who obviously made an impression over the intercom. "But, bad news on that front. The computer controlling the vat’s mechanisms has been malfunctioning for a couple of weeks, making the vat unsafe. But... you're the elite squad! Surely you can fix it?"
Pippimi's expression permanently switches to 'BLEH' while inside the flesh factory. She stays quiet through all of Voxel's rambling until he brings the group to the empty vat and starts dropping his 'evidence' on the team. "Where Voxel supervisor? Team not get all sides of story until meet more of team in charge of gross flesh vat place."
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Lenny accepts the badge and inspects it for only a brief moment.
Yeah, that's the corpse fleet alright. Except, it doesn't prove that whoever left it took anything.
Look, I can tell you're trying to shake this from your name, but we have to tie this back to someone else. Pippimi is right, and speaking of sides of a story, doesn't this factory have a video archive that can be checked?
When shown the vat, Lenny passes the computer module for the time being and has a look at the mechanism.
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Voxel looks at Pippimi with alarm. "Frenzel? Nah, you don't need to talk to him! To be honest, I think he might be the inside man! He'll just tell ya lies, he will!" The corpsefolk pauses for a moment, thinking. It takes a while. "After all, it happened after everybody went home. Nobody will know anything, promise!"
His eyes light up at Lenny's recognition of the symbol. "See! And I ain't a corpse fleeter, I'm not! So it couldn'ta been me!" His grin stretches wider than any living creature's cheeks naturally should move. At the mention of video, he shuffles his feet. "Well, uh, no. We don't have any cameras. After all, our work isn't very pleasant. Not the sort of thing you want a record of." He shrugs. "And, how are people going to steal thousands of pounds of uncured flesh? And why? Doesn't make sense, it don't."
Lenny stares at the wiring, just missing what he needs to do to route the controls back to manual order.
Clank had been hanging near the back, but when he sees Lenny fiddling with the wiring, he rushes forward. "No! Not, that, like that! If you tried that way you would blow us all up! Which could be kind of neat, but not really a way to make a good impression"
Davrin has encountered all kinds of strange smells / scents in his line of work but almost gags when he steps into the factory.
"Woah, guess you need to have dead sinuses to work here," he quips, hopefully not in hearing range as Voxel.
Seeing the every handy Clank getting a good grip on the situation, he waits to one side, looking over into the vault, getting rather uncomfortably close.
"Pippimi notice not-breathers start breathing hot and heavy around meaty meat. Maybe one got extra hungry and came to take?" She rubs her cheeks as she ponders out loud "Not sure what Corpse Fleet want with pile of flesh? Almost seem like very lazy coverup for employee who get extra hungry and need to blame someone."
At the mention of computer Zulu wanders off to take a look at it, ignoring most of the other discussions and fiddling with wires.
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With a few clips of the wires and a little bit of solder, Clank reroutes the vat cleaning controls to a manual system. As he and Lenny work on that, Zulu manages to fix the coding on the outdated computer system. Meanwhile, Voxel continues to talk a mile a minute, waving his stiff arms around like a poorly controlled marionette. "Ooh, no! No eoxian worth his salt would eat this stuff! Vat grown meat is bland and tasteless. Back in my pre-life I ate some cardboard on a dare. That tasted much better than this science-fodder!" He shakes his head. "Nope, I doubt anybody would want to eat this manure. I'd rather eat a frozen chicken than this!" He smirks at Lenny, "Ah, if you want to be fighting around here, you better hail a hov-train to the Halls of the Living! They've got a Club for you!"
About this time Davrin tires of the incessant jibber-jabber. The halfling swiftly throws a rope into the vat and vaults over the side. As he repels down the face the multifaceted blades and rotating flamethrowers - that must be used to clean the vat - make him thankful for his companions' earlier work. The walls of the vat are covered in a decomposing slime, likely left behind when the flesh was pulled. Here and there are small bits of flesh that stubbornly clung to the vat walls. Along the bottom there are more chunks of synthetic flesh. Davrin doesn't have difficult seeing something out of the ordinary, a bone spur-like shard lodged into one of those flesh-hunks. He quickly returns to the surface and shows it to the rest of the group.
Voxel stands nearby with his hands on his hips. "Well, what is it? A corpse fleet weapon? Will you please give me some sort of form I can show my superiors? My performance review is scheduled for this afternoon and I need something official to keep my job!" Annoying as he is, the corpsefolk seems genuine.
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Lenny does stretches at the top of the vat while waiting for Davrin to climb into, and then back out of it. He notices the halfling holding a find.
Oh, found something? Let's have a look...
It's obviously a random bone from an Eoxian plant worker. They must fall in here while it's operating all of the time.
"Ew, I'll never get this smell out of my hat!" Davrin flaps it around rather dramatically.
Eager to get rid of Voxel, Davrin suggests "Why don't you go back to your cubicle, draw up a nice sounding letter, bring it back to us and we'll just sign it? Saves everyone lots of time!"
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Voxel takes the bone in his hand and thinks. "Maybe! Though we usually get to the e-stop before the cleaning system eviscerates the body. Usually..." He shrugs and hands it back. He turns to Davrin and nods. "Good idea! Stay here, coppers!" The zombie runs towards the factory, stiff feet slapping at the ground. With that, you are left alone in the factory yard, alone with your bone spur.
You gather around the item, trying to discern it's origin. Just then, Zoran's communicator goes off! It's Waneda Trux! Her ghoulish face pops on screen, full of apathy. "Hi. It's Waneda. I just got the weirdest call about you." She looks off screen, reading a report. "From Ambassador Nor himself. He says you're in danger. APPARENTLY, the Corpse Fleet just put out a hit on you. Said he heard it from some of his contacts. Whatever. Just get back here, and don't die." She cuts the com unceremoniously.
Suddenly the squishing noises of liquid flesh being stirred, the crashing of machinery, the slicing noises of the equipment removing flesh from the vats and dropping it onto the conveyors is all much more sinister than before. This place is beginning to get under your nerves.
Clank examines the bone. "Huh. The Marrowblight seemed to be involved here. Maybe we should find out more about that thing... as I have a feeling we're going to be finding out now, or from experience."
The call comes through, and the goblin glances around. "Sounds like we've worn out our welcome."
Pippimi's fur fuzzes out at the unpleasant descriptions thrown around by Voxel. She actively appreciates the interruption from Waneda, hopping up to see the ghoul's face on Zoran's comm. "Hmmm hmmm! Pippimi assume team ALWAYS in danger on Eox. If Corpse Fleet want to come and say hullo, team ready to give good welcome. Also, then team can catch Corpse Fleeters and ask directly where HQ hiding."
She rubs her cheek fur as she thinks over what they've learned "If Corpse Fleeters not show up, this second mention of Marrowblight! Not sure why recruiter for Corpse Fleet come here to take flesh. Anyone have idea?"
That all said, it does seem like there's no more reason to hang around this gross place, so Pippimi waves to Voxel. "OK, team going back to Ministry. Mention that Voxy very suspicious. Have good day!"