SAKROSANKT

Chapter 6

Based on the horror game "SIGNALIS" by rose-engine


SAKROSANKT

written by Matthew Leonard Oliver Adam N.




AKT-EINS: VINETA

SECHSTE BEWEGUNG: TOTSCHLAG

Slow. Steady. One foot in front of the other. If what MKWR said was right, then he would get to the bottom of it all very soon. Much of what MKWR said did match with the brief briefing Ameise had received from the EULR unit when he first arrived at King's Station. However, due to being tossed into a whole different spire by the mysterious assailant, he had quite the distance to traverse. Judging from what MKWR had told, if his information was to be trusted, is that King's Station is a cluster of several spires, not unlike other operational branches on Vineta. Interestingly enough, the were erected in such an order that they formed a larger, triangular structure which spiraled in on itself. Apparently, the very center of the spiral is where the source of this unusual pandemic was, though reaching it would be easier said than done, since most of King's Station had falled into disrepair. However...

As Ameise trudged down the barren halls, he had caught onto something. Something...unusual.

"Were there mining works involved?"

As far as he could recall, the EULR unit said that a squad or ARAR units encountered an obelisk during one of their maintenance runs. On the other hand, MKWR claimed something was being dug here on Vineta. So which one was the truth? Was there a mining operation no one knew of? If so, wouldn't there be MNHR units involved? None of it was making sense. Growing aware of an unusal, droning sound, Ameise quickly, silently, dove for cover. Someone was approaching. Step, by uneasy step. His grip tightened around his handun, trigger finger itchy, raring to pull the trigger at a moment's notice. A decaying Replika passed by. Ameise was thankful that expired oxidant and rust was all he could smell coming from these meandering ghouls. Definitely preferable to the stench of dead and dying Gestalts...

Then again, was it another discrepancy in the system? As far as Ameise could recall, he never recounted meeting or seeing a dead Gestalt. And yet, as Ameise reached out for the corrupt Replika, he could see all these events clearly. Assisting a grey haired woman. Applying first aid to a woman clad in white armor, nursing an eye wound. So many events Ameise knew he had never experienced. By the time he had focused on the task at hand, it ended with a slam and sickening crack. Absentmindedly, Ameise had ambushed the corrupt Replika, forcing it into a clinch by the nearby door before slamming it shut upon her head, or what was left of it, anyway. The head burst like a ripe fruit, the lifeless frame slumping down like a Gestalt who just passed out from exhaustion. He had grown unsure as he stared at the mess before dismissing it just as quickly. There was no reason for such a thing, he thought. The Replika hadn't seen him, and still, he would not take a chance only to be ambushed by the same Replika he chose to spare or ignore. As far as Ameise was concerned, for now, atleast, he was the sole living, functioning Replika in the entire branch. As crude as it may have seemed, taking any stragglers out now would only come to benefit him in the future. After several steps, each just as quick and silent, Ameise came to a crossroad of sorts. A path left, and a path right.

No use of signs either. Nothing was making sense. It was not like someone had removed existing waypoints and signs, else there would be traces of removal. It is as though there were no signs installed in the first place. After careful consideration, Ameise moved along the wall, before slinking off to the right, opting for the shade covered hallway. He knew not why, but something about a hallway with well lit, albeit broken windows did not sit right with him.

>ACHTUNG

>DISCREPANCY DETECTED

"We can get her to safety! Move your ass, Richter!"

The blonde, wolf-tailed man, clad in black armor of a high ranking Gestalt officer, barked at his partner, Nathalia, as she supported a wounded Gestalt, black hair tied into a short tail, seemingly passed out, a grievous wound upon her right eye. Nathalia shook her head in a bout of frustration.