Caldera Base, Level 1
Abandoned Hallway - Hangar
The shortcut Charbon had opened for William was faster than going through the equipment room and then to the hangar. When he got to the large hangar door, he could see mechanisms to open it and also a porthole to look through where he saw a handful of NMX Neko in the entire room: two at a console near a starship, one operating a trolley vehicle about fifty feet away from them, and three standing at a starship's open cargo bay ramp looking over a manifesto or data pad.
Holding Pen
Kasa and Sif entered the holding pen with ease. Not only did they know the route since they had just come from it, but the NMX forces that had been clambering after them seemed for the most part gone. There were some idling in the far hall, absorbed in some discussion with their backs to the garage door that the pair had to prop open by a foot to slide under. Further into the holding pen, though, was a guard. Not an NMX Neko, but an Advanced type with a gashed chitinous set of bleary, clouded eyes whose oldest scars were in the dozens and who sported a new, revolting wound that leaked from pustules dotting its edges. Around its maw and between its tentacles was a cage-like contraption meant to stop it from taking meals. To its left was an empty corral where old cow patties littered the ground; no doubt where the cattle the Kaiyo trio had brought would have ended up. To its right, a pile of NMX Neko bodies whose chests rose and fell sporadically but remained unconscious.
Abandoned Hallway - Hangar
The shortcut Charbon had opened for William was faster than going through the equipment room and then to the hangar. When he got to the large hangar door, he could see mechanisms to open it and also a porthole to look through where he saw a handful of NMX Neko in the entire room: two at a console near a starship, one operating a trolley vehicle about fifty feet away from them, and three standing at a starship's open cargo bay ramp looking over a manifesto or data pad.
Holding Pen
Kasa and Sif entered the holding pen with ease. Not only did they know the route since they had just come from it, but the NMX forces that had been clambering after them seemed for the most part gone. There were some idling in the far hall, absorbed in some discussion with their backs to the garage door that the pair had to prop open by a foot to slide under. Further into the holding pen, though, was a guard. Not an NMX Neko, but an Advanced type with a gashed chitinous set of bleary, clouded eyes whose oldest scars were in the dozens and who sported a new, revolting wound that leaked from pustules dotting its edges. Around its maw and between its tentacles was a cage-like contraption meant to stop it from taking meals. To its left was an empty corral where old cow patties littered the ground; no doubt where the cattle the Kaiyo trio had brought would have ended up. To its right, a pile of NMX Neko bodies whose chests rose and fell sporadically but remained unconscious.