The lock hissed at the finger's that pried into the seams of the door. Particles of dust rushed at the tinted visor that peered into the depths of the lair, a hole gaped at the darkness below.
"Scrubs turn on your lights, I can't see"
Rubber gloves reached above his head, flipping on the light attachment to his helmet. Grey particles fluttered through the beam of light that sliced the pitch black chamber. The beam ricocheted off the screen of a sensor pad gripped tightly by another pair of rubber padded gloves.
"Thanks" The other suited individual nodded to Scrub's, the conversation silenced by a static click.
"-Anything?" A third asked.
The bearded face of a man of two-score years appeared behind the dark visor as he too reached for his helmet lights. The older man floated down beside them, landing with a weightless thump beside the one who held onto the sensor pad, struggling to text through the thickness of her gloves. The light's slid over the visor of the struggling girl revealing a dark skinned teen no older than sixteen; hazel eyes paying undying attention to the cobalt screen in her rubber hands.
"Yes over 78 bio-signs but they're very weak," She looked up, her breath a film that tinted the visor.
"Fuck, so they are alive." A fourth individual cursed, floating down from the open shaft above the three jar-heads. A faint light traveled to the end of the tunnel, leading to blinking yellow and green lights.
"Not exactly, Fry" The Teen muttered, frowning at the other female who decided to join them.
Scrubs dumped the circular metal door; more particles billowed as it settled at his knees. His legs tensed to take a bold dive into the depths of the abyss below until the older man, undoubtedly the captain, placed a firm hand on his chest. An exchange of looks and hand signals followed as the Captain instead took the first dive. Dust wrapped around his form like a wet cloth, his overly suited body descending into the depths with the others trailing down after him.
All four cascaded to the gridded panels that served as stable walkways through the derelict ship. Dust lost its dominance as other items drifted unaffected by gravity. Tools, personal items, and several other unidentified pieces of equipment lagged from either side of the hallway. Scabs of melted metal scored along the sides of the walls, and the Captain took due notice of them.
"Scrubs, stay sharp,and follow from behind," The Captain ordered charging what looked like a sub-machine pistol. A hiss and a click followed as his rubber hands loaded the gun with masterful precision.
"Wait, Captain my sensor's read-" The Teen objected hopelessly lunging for the pistol,
His suited arms jerked to his chest with the pistol pointed skyward, the grey machine reflecting across the tinted visor. "Sensors have been known to be incorrect, Molly, It's just a precaution" He nodded to the abnormal scabs lining the hall.
Molly scrunched her nose behind the visor and let out a drawn out breath before tapping at her pad and proceeding forward with the other four.