The soldier taps the screen and the map shows back up.
"It appears you're ready to go. You. "He points at jim,"Team a. You" points at milno "Team b. You," Points at Miyamoto's group since he's outside, "Team c. The rest, team D."
He points at the screen again.
"You will start here" He indicates the hanger, " Teams a and B will move this way, securing the Quarantine housing, the main elevator and the Long range coms." He traces a path from the hanger through the rooms to the long range com room. "Teams c and d will move the opposite way, through loading and unloading and temporary storage, as well as the sterilization chamber and storage elevator. The Personnel carriers will be waiting in the hanger for survivors if you find any. When the sweep is done, report in."
He leads the group out of the room and back outside the ship where Miyamoto is tottering around in his battle suit. Together, along with several personnel carries throwing up clouds of gray dust as they rumble along, they make the walk toward the exposed buildings of the colony until the massive doors of the Hanger are in sight. From there, the team goes on their own, automated personnel carriers in tow.
They enter the hanger and the PC's stop with a heavy clunk that is felt but not heard.
The coms crackle on.
"Before you begin your sweeps, someone should find the door controls for the hanger and close and re-pressurize the building."
The hanger itself is different from the one in the sword, a great square expanse with what look like metal cradles consisting of dozens of specially made robotic limbs hanging from the ceiling. Most of these cradles sit empty and unformed, just metallic tendrils hanging limp, but a few are filled, their great, form fitting, padded hands supporting small ships, holding them up in the air at about half way up the hanger. The few ships there are look like civilian things, small freight or passenger haulers, probably launched from a much larger mother ship to ferry down goods or inhabitants.
The entire arm-cradle system appears to be held on an enormous track, each set of limbs set in a square base that rides along track in the ceiling that heads toward the loading and unloading area. It is a massive system. And yet the hanger is almost completely empty and pristine, no signs of damage or unrest, save for a few shipping containers in the corner that appear to have been wrenched open. The controls for the hanger doors look to be almost immediately next to the doors themselves, a small panel visibly blinking red even from a distance.
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