Crash Site
The static sound only grew as the electricity could be seen flowing beneath them, the door sparking with electricity as it opened. Sirens flared, and then walls started to seem a litle less oild as the inhuman screeching echoed throughout the long room.
SiMo went out of the office, and turned towards the central walkway, a large gap seperating them. SiMo stepped back a little, and ran forward, leaping over the gap due to it's robotic strength and landing with a resounding thud on the central walkway.
Then, they appeared. From the sides, the bioluminecent aliens came, all large than a human, and by SiMo'S estimate, certainly more strong than a human. It's rifle raised, shot after shot being fired in rapid succession, all on target for the glowing parts SiMo knew were weak. It reminded SiMo of older times, defending his former home planet from the creatures. It snapped out of it's few millisecond remembrance. More important things.
Isle of Spirits
Mima floated outside, glancing around before doing a strannge motion with her taff, muttering some indechipherable language under her breath. Then, she raised the staff above her head, much as one would do with a torch, as a powerful light producing orb connected to the two points of the staff's crescent, iluminating a huge area around them.
"Just point me in the right direction." Mima said, a small mirk on her face.





