Labyrinth: North's Prayer

The Station

The week passes relatively fast as the groups' trainings continue for this deployment. The morning of, Irving calls the SRT to attention for briefing. They'd come a long way from greenhorn recruits to Special Reactions. But Even that couldn't prepare them for what they were about to see.

Irving starts his brief:
"We've received a distress call from the Labyrinth sector's samurai station; Cinderhall. Unknown what reason, they aren't responding. SRT is to EVA to the docking platform and attempt to make contact. Questions, comments, concerns?"

"No sir!"

The team dons their suits and weapons then heads to the airlock for departure. The depressurization is a little disorienting, then the gravity lowers. Biðja leads as pointman, toward the docking platform which seems to be desolate. The barrier isn't up, cabin's pressurized.

"Makes getting in easy enough. Think it's a malfunction?" Asks frisk.

"If it was, there'd be an engineer out here. But this place looks deserted. Not even any lights on. Guard up, muzzles forward." Irving states.

As the team enters the docking platform, they're puzzled to not be met with gravity. The place is dark and empty, aside from some floating cargo. The button to close the blast shield is unpowered, the inner doors are all sealed.

"Power's out here. Blast shields won't work. Explains the barrier too." Biðja states.

"Breach mechanism's active on the inner doors, sealed them so the rest of the station doesn't get pulled into the dry dock. Hopefully the station has gravity elsewhere, otherwise we'll have to EVA our way around."

"How do we even get past the sealed doors?"

Biðja floats over to the breach mechanism and cuts the cord. The door slides open revealing more darkness in the hall. The team cautiously floats to the other door down the hall, this one seems to have power. There's popping sounds on the other side. Biðja pushes the button and the door slightly pulls open. She and Kells force it, showing the popping on the other side was a large fire. They're taken aback to see corpses everywhere, some floating, some impaled to the walls. All burning.

"What... The Hel happened here?"

"It looks like a warzone. D-... Do y'think there's any survivors?"

Smith grabs a floating sword, it's silvery shine sullied by heat and rust. The guard is cold fused to the blade and slightly warped, but still able to be investigated.

"The knights." He says.