Brank
The group quickly scuttled towards the still smoldering hole in the wall, jumping into it with haste. The being scuttled across the ceiling menacingly as it did before, hurling the orange metal spears towards the group. As Aileas too gets in, the creature jumps towards the hole, its speed is like that of a bullet, but misses the hardlight swordsman narrowly.
The hole is a narrow tube not much unlike the one that you got in from, thick cables form the walls, rushing along, the tunnel quickly gives way from the rugged tubes to white clean streaks of the semi-organic metal, and red pulsating synthetic matter underneath. You almost lose your footing as the gravity slowly fades away from the location, the epicenter of the phenomena being a precipice of red strains of muscle-like threads, and thin multicolor beams shooting upwards as far as the eye can see.
The group does not miss the beat, in a hurry you adapt yourself to the low gravity environment and propel upwards, leaving behind any force that chased you through the tight maintenance corridors. You reach a specific point pointed out by Azel, and together pull of a cover from the wall, revealing another maintenence corridor. You sprint across it and the floor starts shaking, a faint hum is heard across the walls, until you finally reach the designated extraction room.
Seemingly, just a common room home to a few machinery of unknown function, one of the walls lay torn apart, with a large white cone protuding from within, the almost unbearably loud noise of the torrential rain outside can be heard slipping through the gap between the object and the wall, as it hisses a thick plume of white vapor and opens the frontal top bit of the cone, revealing an interior that you miss no time to enter. The craft closes hermetically behind you, and you are shoved backwards by an intense acceleration.
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After considerably less time than the initial journey, you feel the craft slow down and be pulled upwards. You are greeted then to a large atrium, biomechanical arms surround the craft suspended above a puddle of material being blasted with high-powered lasers. Azel and her group hand over the case with the syringe they extracted, and a few other homonculi of mishapen features hand the group and Aileas their payment, allowing them to leave the living block.