A pillow case filled with bricks, really hard and metaphorical bricks, was perhaps the best summarization of what it felt like hitting that landing pad in Alpha Sector. The first few moments were not bad, but the assault on the sister's senses and mind went from a dull drum beat, to a deafening clash of thunder that just ripped through them. While the pain was not crippling, the overdrive that their sensations were thrown into were enough to cause adrenaline rushes and panic for a short time.<br/><br/>The whole ordeal would pass soon enough, but perhaps not as quickly as Maeve and Ailyn would have desired. In either case, once the sensations calmed down, the two would be treated to something even more awkward and surreal than they may have expected. The transfer of thoughts and momentarily shared feelings were normal, the obvious and blatant mirror of reality was not however. When Maeve was already standing, she would feel her Ailyn's hands pressed to the cold steel floor in an attempt to rise. When Ailyn was trying to push herself up, she could feel the phantom sensation of her legs being straight like she was standing up even through they were bent at the knee's to help her up.<br/><br/>It was close to being like two perspectives being laid onto one another, slightly different angles of the same moment. The mind could tell the two apart, barely, but the body still fell victim and whatever one felt the other did as well. From the cool sensation of metal pressed to the flesh of the palm, to the straining of muscles in the legs, and even the nervous ticks that each one had. In lam en's, the two were bound together much more thoroughly than the normal Gate Porting repercussion, and while they shared the same collective sensations and thoughts … the experience was like being slammed in the face with bricks in a pillow case.<br/><br/>Now that a few moments had passed and the initial brutality of the malfunctioning teleport was over, Maeve and Ailyn could both observe the room they were in. The room was, to be blunt, a complete fucking disaster. There were obvious signs of weapon discharge and some splatter artwork across the cold metallic walls, with blood being used for the paint. The three central control panels, right across from them and off the Gate Port landing pad, were in complete disarray and looked as if they had been torn apart from the inside out.<br/><br/>At one point, this room would have been a marvel to the majority of the Human Edenist population. A modern creation of ingenuity and hope that the humans could spread across the galaxy, and discover all the secrets of the known universe. Of course, now it looked like an afterthought from a horror movie where no one makes it out alive. The various panels and technological wonders were all gutted and torn apart, the walls smeared with blood and yet no bodies, and even the blast door for the room ripped apart by something other than a singular explosion. Maeve, Ailyn, Vid, and Jacky were far from friendly territory, distant from safety, and in a place that sanity had abandoned.<br/><br/>If either, or both, stepped from the panel they would quickly discover that the Gate Porting Pad was the only device in the room that had not been destroyed or wrecked. In the case that it was destroyed, the two would have been bounced right back to the ship and undergone a month long session of intensive therapy from the resulting backlash. Why the Gate Pad was malfunctioning in the first place, well, they found the reason now. It seemed fairly obvious that it had intentionally been left untouched, considering the sizable amount of damage in the room.<br/><br/>With a lack of bodies in the room, it was hard to really put much of anything together. The discharge from the weapons looked plain enough, but each had a burn mark along the initial impact point, which was a bit odd. The equipment in the room had no external points of damage, but all seemed to have ruptured from the inside out, and if the sisters put enough work into gutting one of the machines they would find a crater below each piece of equipment; as if something had burrowed its way into the machines from below and than erupted.<br/><br/>The single exit from the room were through the blast doors that had been torn apart. One of the doors was just barely hanging on to its mounting spot between the walls, while the other had been ripped clean off and left on the floor. Out in the hallway, the two would see two different paths they could take. The one to their left was a well lit corridor that lead to a side room that had a restricted access panel on it and was currently locked, the other pathway was to the right and lead through a corridor was absolutely no lighting besides the occasion flicker and strobe of light.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">[ * When one tires, the other will feel tired.<br/>* Pain and Pleasure are shared.<br/>* Thoughts and behaviors and shared. ]</div></div>