Ancient Legacies Part 4
The Infirmary The blast door to the Titan-class dreadnought's primary medical bay was partially fused by centuries of absolute zero, requiring a agonizing cocktail of hydraulic tools and muscle from Miller and Kovic to force a narrow gap. When the team finally squeezed inside, the oppressive, surgical order they had grown accustomed to elsewhere on the ship was violently shattered. "Dear God..." the team's medic, Specialist Aris, whispered, her voice tightening inside her helmet. The Infirmary was an explosion of ancient agony. Unlike the rest of the ship, which seemed preserved in sterile stasis, this room looked like it had been through a vicious, close-quarters melee and then frozen mid-scream. A thick, opaque layer of frost rime covered everything, turning what should have been a warm environment into a glittering mausoleum. Their torch beams swept over surgical trays that had been upended, spilling archaic, rust-brown, and bloodstained medical instruments onto ...
