Realms of Shod

Char Moundure: Before we continue, what were those creatures? They almost seemed recognizably hostile.

Tobor: I've never seen anything like them. They resembled the predators from our nightmares.

Char Moundure: Are they invading our minds now? Vol, you've dealt with these altered states recently. What do you make of it?

Vol Uteus: If we all saw the same thing, maybe our perceptions briefly crossed dimensions—a fleeting intersection with something else.

Char Moundure: Are we even sure we're real?

Tobor: I suspect we're infected. A virus, perhaps.

Char Moundure: Infected? That's a disturbing thought. Tobor, what do you think?

Tobor: My computing can't fully calculate it, but the signs are there.

Char Moundure: Maybe it's a kind of hivemind—a network from the explosion… a secret chemical warfare turning us into something else.

Vol Uteus: Can we test for it?

Tobor: I'm an android—I might already be compromised. Though, I assure you, my wires are intact.

Char Moundure: Should we cut your arm open to check for wires, Tobor?

Tobor: Been there. I've bled without a spark of pain.

Game Lord: It's all part of the sci-fi narrative, isn't it?

Game Lord: The group shares a brief, ironic laugh before the conversation turns back to the mystery at hand.

Vol Uteus: Those smaller creatures… they seemed familiar, as if they were part of something larger and new.

Tobor: I'm going to search the net. A quick search might reveal if they're part of a known phenomenon.

Game Lord: Make an intellect check.

Game Lord: Message boards and conspiracy threads mention sightings on this very station. Apparently, there are rumors of a similar creature in the station walls.

Char Moundure: So, nothing apocalyptic like families being wiped out?

Game Lord: Nothing that extreme. Just whispers and shadows.

Char Moundure: Perhaps we can find answers here. I recall the shop performed an autopsy on one of the corpses.

Game Lord: A hologram flickers to life and a soft voice speaks up, "Welcome back to the chop shop. How can I assist you today?"

Char Moundure: We're back. We need to upgrade, and I'd like a socket installation.

Tobor: A socket upgrade. My system requires it.

Game Lord: Certainly. The operation is 500 credits.

Tobor: Suck it up, then. I have my neck marked for the socket.

Char Moundure: You got the credits, Tobor?