Cracking the system, Neymi assigned herself admin status and immediately got a whole slew of new information. She glanced through the project manifest, before stumbling on the security log.<span style="color: blue">"Found a security log. Huh, looks like the base had an infiltrator they were chasing down, after he damaged the zyztems. Looks like... three of the projects they were working on escaped in the chaos. Primeval, Ziren, and..."</span>Neymi fell silent, staring at the name on the screen. Sex kitten. Sex kitten. K'esara had called her that once. Her inner turmoil grew like a physic cloud around her. This was likely just a coincidence, nothing more, yet Neymi's mind gave her no rest. She continued speaking, softer now.<span style="color: blue">"...the last one zhould be of no concern. Things went downhill for zecurity after breech. Emitter was the first thing taken down. They made their last ztand here. They might have made it, but the last report is a panicked message about being attacked from behind, by zomething that came from outside"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"I got more bad news though too. Looks like these zcience freaks were more paranoid than usual. Each of the three wings has it's own zerver room. We're going to have to visit all three, including the bio lab. I zuggest we ztart with Weapon RnD. It's entirely undamaged and might have zome ztuff for us to zalvage and use. Only the lot of us can currently use the walkways and maintenance tunnel, but reading these zchematics, apparently there's a zkyway connecting all three wings. Zomeone could breach their way in from the ceiling"</span>Crawling out of the security booth, she frowned at the soft humming echoing through the hall.<span style="color: blue">"I hear it too, Darion, we best keep moving."</span><br/><br/>The hybrid took point, but there was a somber meekness to her behaviour as she led the group through the main walkways towards Weapon RnD. Ianthe could clearly sense that Neymi's thoughts weren't on the mission, but on something she had found on security network. Darion, for his part, likely recognized the sort of mood as the same one the Goz/human hybrid had been in during their most recent chat. She slowed down some, reaching out to absently rub Toi comforting between his fuzzy cat ears.<span style="color: blue">"I miss Kes." </span>The hybrid blurted out.<span style="color: blue">"Zhe would've zaid zomething ztupid or zlutty but would make me feel less nervous at the zame time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>