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From here]
The next chamber was in three parts, and for the first Scourge was fine. But the shower room, and the one beyond that, gave his nose the surges.
The rooms smelled like...Scourge wasn't really sure how to put it, it was more a lack of smell than anything else. Sterile. He'd gotten used to all the little background smells, sweat and grime and breath, but this room has nearly nothing. The set of rooms was the olfactory version of "quiet...too quiet" to the tracker and it gave him the chills. Being this bare was unnatural, and his own scent was nearly overpowring compared to the bareness of the decontamination chambers.
What did this place consider contamination, anyway? Organic material? A place like this might melt the flesh from his calcified support structures, if that spigot decided to turn on, or destroy him completely.
Scourge hurried through and tried not to look at it. At least the next door opened for him without protest.
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To here.]