*Deac reads the pad*
Deac: We should land in the bottom of the crater left from the explosion, then go down into the old complex tunnels.
*The ship lands. Deac steps out into a room with a hole ripped in the roof from an explosion. Equipment litters the area*
I feel something...no...
*In the corner lies a broken tube. On the side is printed the words "Subject #2: Deac"*
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