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Mimzray takes a few hesitant steps down the corridor, her feet felt as if she were walking on ice. Door after door marched seemingly forever into the darkness; finally, long after her feet had ceased to acknowledge the harsh metal floor the hallway came to a T and to the her left the dim outline of an elevator could be discerned. With little more than a glance to her right she stumbled the short distance to the elevator, its door sliding open of its own accord. The interior of the small room was brightly lit, though the back wall curved out giving a spectacular view of space. “Personnel.” The words barely managed to escape her dried and cracked lips, but the ship took heed and as the room dropped down accelerating faster and faster she limped her way around the circular platform, holding onto the guardrail till her cheek rested against the chilled glass of the window. Emptiness as far as she could see there was nothing, no sun, no planets. Her mind faintly grasped at the idea that she was not wear she should be, something about the alien vista was wrong, but her synaptics were not coherent enough to grasp the idea and hold onto it. The elevator lips suddenly, disappearing into the interior of the ship though Mimzray’s feet remain solidly on the floor. The view of space having been replaced by the uninviting metal of the elevator shaft Mimzray sinks to the floor, her head still pounding from the cryo sickness. The platform eventually lips again right side up and slows to a stop. The pictogram ‘Personnel’ flashes repeated, projected off the wall a few centimeters next to the door. Mimzray slowly climbs to her feet expecting the cryo sickness to wash over her in its stereotypical waves of nausea and vertigo, though she quickly found that its effects and receded and she was able to stand with relative vigor and stepped off at a moderate pace careful to remain close to the wall should vertigo overtake her. The hall beyond the elevator was void of any life, miniature emergency lights on the floor gave off the only source of light just as her cryowing had done. She had been woken prematurely that she knew, but the ship was halted in relative space and the only contact she had met since her exit was with the hologram which had yet to make a second appearance. She comes to a stop at a four way intersection of the hallway. To her left the Armory, her right the barracks and befor her the ships spinal corridor, stretching literally for more than a mile into the darkness. After staring down the hallway before she she turns sharply and steps up the armored blast door of the armory. Nothing, the door remains firmly shut, giving no indication that it was aware of her presence. A small sigh of exasperation slips and she kneels next to the blast door. Her hands slide over the smooth obsidian surface of the wall looking for the telltale hairline crack in the wall. after a few seconds her deft finger tips, having mostly recovered cryo found what she sought and she flipped a small panel off the wall revealing a dimly lit screen embedded between the joists. Her hands dance across the screen and the armor door to her left hissed quietly and slid up into the ceiling. The armory lights flicker only spasmodically as the room activates its stand alone power supply. Mimzray steps up to the opposing wall of the room and slides her hand into crevice set into a podium in the center of the room. The scanner flashes a deep emerald and the walls of the armory melt away revealing ranks upon ranks of metal racks marching for a hundred meters in every direction. Every conceivable weapon or armor type seemed present from small arms to heavy weapons. Mimzray stood calmly seemingly waiting for something else to happen. After a moment the silence of the armory was broken by a high pitch whistle. Mimzray turns her gaze just in time to see a metal rack hurtling along invisible tracks toward between the ranks of weapon and armor lockers. The rack slams to a stop, spins 90 degrees and the metal door of the locker melts away presenting lightly armored jet black suit, the Imperial emblem proudly emblazoned across the right breast. To the left and right of the suit various pieces of equipment hung within the locker.
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