Location: Invictus
Joy's Starlog:
The crew investigated the scream that came out of nowhere. What we found in the ship's hull was the body of the Inquisitor. He was laid out in front of the cell he had put the Terrierist* into. (*Terrierist refers to a person who breeds Terrier canines.) The Inquisitor's body was emaciated. It was as if all the liquid in his body had been drained away and he was turned into the Vesk version of a raisin.
On the wall we discovered there was a panel that had been smashed and the wires severed, we surmised that was what was causing the trouble with the ship's comm systems. Meanwhile, Tybar opened the cell door and found the Terrierist kneeling on the ground scared and praying. The Terrierist looked up at Tybar, well lifted his head toward Tybar because the Terriesrist had clawed out his own eyes and could no longer see. Chanterelle tried to extract the final thoughts of the Inquisitor in order to get a clue into what happened to him. And N.I.K.K. armed anyone not already armed and ordered them to shoot anything horrible and squiggly that decided to show up during our investigation.
N.I.K.K. must have incredible foresight because the next thing we knew, the space suits we had brought aboard from the Event Horizon started attacking, in a squiggly manner indeed. Some sort of mist was swirling about inside the suit just behind the face shields. We at once realized that any projectiles would pierce the suits and release whatever that mist is into the cargo area. Our only hope was to get these suits into the airlock and spaced. However, as predicted one of the suits took a stray bullet from the newly armed refugees. Tybar ties the suit into a knot to prevent any more from escaping, but the mist that had made it into the air began attacking everyone. We felt as if we were suffocating. The mist could penetrate our very lungs. N.I.K.K. and I quickly got two of the suits into the airlock and spaced them. Meanwhile, Zen fixed the comms so we could communicate with Vicky. Chanterelle asked Vicky to circulate the air, this only disappointed the mist creature, but it was enough to give us a reprieve to figure out how to deal with it without it attacking us from the inside out. Once it reforms into a mass again, we blast it with some cryo weapon, freezing it so it too can be spaced. For good measures, we ejected the body of the Inquisitor as well, good thing too because as it drifted away from the ship we could see it waggle its finger at us in displeasure.
Once everything calmed down and we did a sweep of the ship to make sure no other mist creatures were about, we discovered that the Blink Drive that brought us back into normal space had actually brought us back five days earlier than we left. So somewhere in the universe, our little ragtag team was currently on an asteroid buying the Invictus. We weren't due at the research lab for another 5 days, but we had already been spotted and could do nothing other than move forward.
We were greeted by Callisto, an admin for the research lab. We introduced our team as the expected researchers and explained our excitement to get started and apologized for arriving ahead of schedule. Callisto rushed to get our accommodations in order, but in the meantime, we were taken on a tour of the facilities. We first had to go through some pretty stringent security checks followed by signing a lengthy NDA (Non-disclosure agreement.) Amidst the tour, we came upon another tour being given to some top executives and financiers of the research center. Dr. Lull, who was heading the research, was explaining the cutting-edge development that this facility was involved in. We were all taken into the medical facilities where several individuals lay comatose on some medical tables. Dr. Lull explained that this lab had created the universe's most efficient assassins. They had harnessed astral projection. They made it so these out-of-body experiences could affect the real world, but that their projections could not be killed. No weapon could harm them. No magic could dispel them. The only way to destroy the assassin was to destroy their body, and that required knowing where their bodies lie. Additionally, each subject had gone under brain surgery, where only the base, most primal brain functions were left. There were no moral codes, no empathy, no kindness, and most importantly no questioning... they have created the perfect assassin.
End transmission. . .
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