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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">It blinked for a moment, then suddenly popping sounds echoed from within the sight as circuits began reactivating and lights began turning back on, illuminating the darkness. Ashana blinked as the light painfully overtook them. The monitors in the generator room blinked on. She looked up, the room like the others they passed having no ceiling. High above was the ceiling of the cavern, its obsidian surface ribbed by the pulse lasers that carved it. <br/>
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Firas waited, watching the exits of the room and his motion detector. Still, nothing happened. <span style="color: blue">Sorv, was there anything wrong with that power cell?</span> He asked.<br/>
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Sorv shook his head. <span style="color: DarkOrange">No. It looks like it was just left on until its charge died.</span><br/>
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<span style="color: blue">Like no one was here to change it out...</span> He muttered. He lowered his Revenant and checked his omni-tool for the atmosphere. It read normal, no pathogens, no toxins. <span style="color: blue">Alright... let's get this done... Milenya, go ahead and start looking into all of this.</span><br/>
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<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I'll go with her.</span> Ashana volunteered, looking away from the high cavern ceiling. <span style="color: DarkOrchid">We should still not go anywhere alone.</span> She popped the seals on her helmet and pulled it off, taking a breath of the site's recycled air. She looked at Milenya expectantly. <span style="color: DarkOrchid">So... is there a head researcher or database or something in places like this?</span> She asked, following Milenya. </div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Milenya's response to Sorv's 'watch out for tentacle monsters' was a wry,<span style="color: #6495ED">"A Hanar would hate this world, and I didn't see any 'Sacred site, no trespassing' signs."</span><br/><br/>She took up a position to the side as the second airlock opened, slightly hesitant but more than passingly familiar with fire team tactics. The light on her helmet clearly indicated her interest as it swept over the protruding support, pointing out where she looked.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I'm going to be recording. Hopefully we'll be able to strip the data out of the computers here as well. Or, if we can find the central data server, take that back to the ship."</span>At no point did she stop moving with the others, until they finally got the power back on.<br/><br/>When Firas apparently declared the place clear enough to search, Milenya nodded.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I will dig up what I can."</span>She looked around, her attention again drawn to the support column, and then to the different partitioned workspaces.<span style="color: #6495ED">"There should be, Ashana. Though I admit, this is extremely disturbing. This setup may not look like much, but this is the result of several million credits worth of work, perhaps tens of millions. Even the University of Thessia would be hard pressed to justify this level of funding. This points to someone who was either expecting the payoff of several lifetimes, or.. or some ridiculously wealthy group who didn't care about money. At all. There had to have been a hundred people here, maybe more, between researchers and support staff."</span><br/><br/>She moved from partition to partition, looking into each workspace as she talks.<span style="color: #6495ED">"These artifacts. I'm familiar with Prothean items, from different eras of their development, such as we've been able to discover. If they're Prothean, they could be very, very early Prothean. I don't believe they are, though. The architecture, the proportions, the styles, the materials used, all these little details tell me they might be from an older civilization. That would make this site unique. It's functional, or, well, as functional as it could be given the time. This place... this is the kind of place that should have had a fleet guarding it. We're close enough to Illium that this is, itself, simply unclaimed. This find should have been advertised. Well-known. There should have been papers published. Any corporation would have had more security on site. Any academic institution would have been illuminating the site from the highest spires of Serrice."</span><br/><br/>She gave Ashana a dead serious look.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I tried to find basic, obvious information about this dig. Who sponsored it, who was the head of the expeditions, the names of prominent researchers. Things that should have been public information. I found nothing. There's no reason for this site to be this secret. Either this was a Council site, an STG site, or some seriously dangerous independent organization was behind this. A find like this wouldn't be abandoned by any sensible researcher. It has the potential to take anyone, any half-decent researcher, and put their names into the history books. It could give someone Matriarchal levels of riches. And yet there's no one here."</span>Her gaze lingered on Ashana's face for a moment too long before she looked away, a faint flush on her cheeks.<br/><br/>She stopped at one of the informal 'offices'. With two terminals by its workstation, and a more comfortable chair, it seemed to be a promising place to start. She checked the chair over and then settled into it, activating the terminals.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Firas, do you see any more promising space from your vantage? Otherwise, I'm going to see what this will bring up."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>