The terminal showing Amin's vitals beeped. His armor battery was running out! If it did those crewmembers could eat and kill Amin! The rest of the crew had to act quickly. At the third floor, a red spook was watching the black goo, his name was Urch and he was on the celling chatting with the clones his armor made. "what do you think it's made off?"<br/>"dunno, dare you to poke it!"<br/>"your on!" one of the clones swirled his hand in the dark material.