"Such is the nature of all that is touched by chaos." Brim says as he walks away from the view port. The command room is situated in the top and back of the main staging area. The old crane controls replaced with a series of cognators and a holographic table that shows the inner workings of the ship. "So tell me, what new issues have aroused that yoy deem inclined to make me privy of?"

[b][i]Umbra slides a data chip into the holo display. A short clip of a security feed somewhere deep in the ship begins playing. It displays a holding cell with solid, ferrocrete walls. For a moment, nothing happens. After about 10 seconds, a giant, 21ft tall warrior crashes through one of the walls, shield first, without breaking stride, sprints through the room, and crashes through the next wall. The clip ends. "Ømen is hunting in the lower levels... Our first target is in the same sector." Says Umbra. "Since his allegiance is unknown, we aren't sure what would happen if we happen to run into him. Our predictive index indicates a 58% chance he will be hostile."[/i][/b]

"Might want to raise that number. Last time that gentle giant saw me was when Karnis shapshifted." Brim sighs as he rubs his head at the major problem. "Any clues as to what he is hunting or running from on the lower levels?"

[b][i]Umbra shrugs. "He's probably looking for chocolate.." "Maybe he will play nice if we take chocolate?" Says Umbra. You realize after a moment that Umbra is dead serious.[/i][/b]

"Possible. His addiction overpowers his rationality." Brimstone halts as he observes the men below. "These men aren't even death march I doubt they would last in the quarantine. Any other project I would halt for culling the fat but that is a luxury denied."