Douklan says:
"So, Corbin, Hank, you've found some info in the logs. Any sense of how much time passed between when they started disassembling the Heaven's Wing and when this... uh... 'outbreak' occurred and shut everything down?"
, keeping his eyes on his tablet as he walked, exhaled sharply.
"It was all in the same week," he said.
"The Heaven's Wing arrived, a couple of days passed, and then the bomb exploded. After that, the whole station went to hell." He glanced around.
"From the logs, it seems like it happened just a few days ago..."
The room that they entered had once been a
library, its shelves designed to hold data slates and research materials. Now, it had been repurposed into a chaotic
genetic storage lab. Rows of cloning tanks lined the walls, or at least, what remained of them. Many were shattered, their reinforced glass broken outward as though something inside had forced its way free. Strange fluids pooled on the floor, mixing with scattered research notes and broken scientific equipment.
Maya knelt beside an overturned console, running her fingers across its cracked screen.
"This was a controlled setup," she muttered.
"Not some crude attempt at cloning… they were doing serious research here."
Hank took a cautious step forward, glancing at a nearby tank. The liquid inside had long since drained, but the imprint of a humanoid figure remained—a faint, distorted outline of something that had once been grown here. His stomach twisted at the implications.
The group could investigate further, try to piece together what had happened here, maybe even find something valuable. But then... A sharp noise echoed from the corridor outside.
They all turned.
Standing there, blocking the way towards Bay 1, were
three figures - identical. They wore the same tattered station uniforms, fused into their unnatural, oily black flesh. Their sickly green eyes pulsed faintly, devoid of pupils, devoid of humanity.
Another group of Ryans. As one, they moved forward.
