Night 59: M61-M70 Hallway

[doneinthree]

A project of great importance. Well. That didn't sound good. Kirk tugged his Starfleet-issue boots on, hopping a little in place as he stood, and smiled to himself, irrationally pleased at how well they fit. It wasn't as if the military uniforms were all that bad either, pants creased and shirts smooth as if tailored to them in their sleep (and

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[unpriest]

Seishin frowned at the intercom message; would there be another mission? , though this one appeared to warrant an announcement over the intercom as opposed to the earlier ones. He stood up at the sound of the door unlocking, a wave of dizziness momentarily overwhelming him. The lack of food was already taking its toll on his body, and he felt weak and drained. Though he picked the hatchet back up, he hesitated -- would it be wise to head out like this? In his wavering, he probably displayed the most self-preservation than he had ever done.

He nearly dropped the weapon at a sharp sound, vainly clamping his hands over his ears to shut it out. It was clearly an alarm, which was followed by a female automated voice. Code Red? What could this possibly mean? Nothing good for the institute, it appeared.

Curiosity got the better of the former priest. Despite the sense of foreboding, he headed for the door, carefully stepping in the hallway.

What was going on?

[unpriest]

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