14 Chapter 14: ???

Entering the tunnel designated as the cargo tunnel, we found ourselves immediately enveloped in a profusion of coral floating around us. Fortunately, its presence didn't seem to have any significant effects on us as we proceeded onward. Morgab paused at a sign indicating that the Cargo bay and shuttle bay lay to the right, while the arboretum awaited to the left.

"Let's check out Cargo later; I noticed a lot of life signs there when I accessed the tracking system with the Transstar standard bracelet," Morgab suggested, prompting a nod from me. I wasn't in a hurry to confront that situation. As this would take a while, Owen began to query January, whose responses to his inquiries about basic history and Typhon matters came effortlessly.

"Let me get this straight: Poland held out until 1940 because a group of horse-mounted men with pistols resisted the Germans?" Owen inquired, trailing behind Morgan, who deftly navigated away from the radioactive materials that floated around them.

"Yes, and not only that, there seem to be hostiles up ahead," Morgan said, his attention drawn to approaching cysts, which he promptly began to neutralize. However, Owen's focus shifted to the weaver floating among them.

"How cute," Owen thought as he retrieved some recycler grenades and hurled them forward. Zero gravity aided their trajectory as they struck the weaver, each explosion chipping away at it.

"Still as useless as ever," Owen mused, disregarding Morgan's gaze as they proceeded toward the arboretum, a journey that didn't take long. Arriving at a circular door labeled 'arboretum,' it slid open as they approached, the gravity swiftly returning to normal. Owen nearly stumbled, while Morgan landed gracefully and January floated behind him.

"Nice work back there. Just make sure to save the recyclers for emergencies," Morgan said, moving past Owen toward another set of doors labeled 'arboretum.'

After a few clicks on the screen, Morgan opened the door to reveal another room, seemingly meant for engineering maintenance. However, Owen's attention was fixed on the cluster of desiccated corpses, a sight he was accustomed to.

"That wrench beside that corpse is likely a mimic, right?" Owen thought, raising his shotgun and firing without hesitation. Morgan jumped as the wrench morphed into the splattered remains of a mimic.

"Glad I've played the game a lot," Owen thought, glancing at Morgan, who nodded in acknowledgment as he ascended some stairs to a set of doors with a glass panel in the center. To Owen's surprise, there was no manifestation of the nightmare creature, but he attributed it to the Typhon not yet having created it to hunt Morgan.

Unfortunately, the door refused to budge, prompting Owen and Morgan to ascend the stairs to a visibly malfunctioning lift. Morgan, unfazed, directed his attention to an air duct adjacent to it, where a corpse hung.

"You know that's how people die in horror movies, right? They venture into obviously dangerous places and get killed by whatever lurks within," Owen remarked, reluctant to enter the vent, fearing a mimic might ambush him from behind.

"Don't worry; most Transtar vents adhere to a standard to facilitate movement. If something happens, we should be able to defend ourselves," Morgan reassured, pulling down the corpse and climbing into the duct, followed by January. Owen sighed and followed suit, emerging into an expansive area with a vast glass dome separating them from space.

In this space, trees and plants breathed life into an otherwise desolate environment, while numerous buildings dotted the area, with the largest being a greenhouse.

"Welcome to the arboretum," Morgan said, patting Owen on the shoulder as they both admired the lush, green surroundings.

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