"The Abaddon. I was surprised you picked up on the meaning of the name. You show knowledge that I didn't think you possesed, Lady."
Lykopis brushed some dangling cables from her pathway. She and Guant were walking through a dark passageway. Lykopis's eyes were trained to darkness, and Edmund was not hindered by it. In fact, he seemed to be more at home in the darkness than in the light. "I come from a dead culture, an extinct religion. I had to blend in throughout the centuries into whatever society I was hidding in. I took the position of a Jewish shepardess at one time. Only for about a decade -- after ten or twelve years, the old men wonder why my hair did not gray or why I did not marry their sons."
They walked a little further. Lykopis found she wasn't able to lead any longer. She allowed Edmund to pass her so that she could follow. Lykopis heard the sound of his feet faintly, and followed directly behind him.
They made their way to the engine room. It featured a massive engine -- twice as high as Guant -- and several propulsion devices. Lykopis was no longer worried about the lack of light. The eire thing now was the lack of noise. Normally, there would have been a massive roar coming from the gears and a monotone hum from the computer system. Nothing, no sound, but the occasional pat from falling water.
"There's something evil around us."
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Lykopis nodded to herself. "You do not need to be into the paranormal to know that." She took a sniff of the air and sneezed. "The air...that stench..."
Pat. Pet. Pat.
Lykopis recognized the smell. Her thoughts were confirmed when her foot stepped into a puddle. Pat. The liquid was too think to be water. Pat. Something above their head was dripping blood. Pat. "Get on the radio with Drake. Tell him we have found some bodies. I do not think we will find anyone alive on this ship after all."
