"Damn, that is one big hole."
Jarred, Grunt, Tristan and Amira looked down from the shuttle's windows, seeing the damage of the "asteroid" that hit Lesuss. The hole the impact created was deep, with only the dark abyss before them. It was wide enough to fit two Normandy-sized ships.
"Are… are we really going down there?" Amira said nervously from the driver's seat.
Tristan had a determined look in his eyes, "Yes. Bring it down nice and slow, Amira."
The quarian obliged and the shuttle lowered down, and pretty soon, only the shuttle's lights seem to be their only comfort… total darkness enveloped them.
"Holy… this hole goes on forever!" Tristan exclaimed.
Jarred, whose vision was clearest among them, squinted through the darkness. "No, it doesn't. There's some light down there. Speed up a little, Amira."
She increased the speed, and soon enough, they found a dimly lit docking bay. Bright blue lights illuminated the area, but there were no signs of life, human or otherwise. Amira landed the shuttle, and everyone got out.
Grunt took out his gun, but Jarred shook his head as they gazed into the dim floor. "There's nobody here. There's power and electricity, but as for human presence, I can't see anything."
"Must've been abandoned a long time ago." Amira said, stepping beside Jarred. She went over what looked like a console, and scanned it with her OmniTool. She shook her head, "Some of the controls are down. It probably got broken when this fell here." She touched the metal and looked her fingers, "It's dusty. Nobody has gone here at all."
"Let's move forward. Maybe we can find out more about this." Tristan said as he walked, the four of them followed.
Their footsteps echoed through the abandoned structure, and they used the flashlights of their OmniTool to illuminate the floor. Something cracked on Jarred's foot, and he looked down, seeing a dried up human skull.
"Crap!" Jarred exclaimed, and Tristan followed his gaze to his foot. A perfect human skeleton was on the floor, and after looking around, they saw four other human skeletons littered across the floor.
"They must've died in the crash." Grunt said, "Anybody hungry?"
Tristan chuckled as he used his OmniTool as a flashlight to look around, "You never change, Grunt." His flashlight illuminated four doors in front of them. "Looks like we're going to have to split up."
Amira scanned the door on the farthest left side. "This door leads to the engine room. Maybe I can take a look around here." She scanned the other three doors, "The others are the bridge, the cargo bay, and… a containment unit?"
"Right." Tristan looked at them, "Where would you guys like to go?"
Jarred holstered his gun, "Since Amira's taking the engine room, maybe you should take the bridge, Tristan. There might be some information there about the crash landing. Grunt should take the cargo bay, and I'll take the containment unit."
"Tristan." EDI said from their Coms. "The energy signature is mostly concentrated at the containment unit. It appears that the machinery located in the area is designed to focus all available resources to that particular room. I would suggest someone with some tech expertise to investigate it."
Tristan nodded, "Got it, EDI. Everybody okay with that?"
Jarred and Amira nodded, and Grunt said, "Yeah. Fine with me. They might have weapons there in the cargo hold. Might as well take what we can salvage." He headed down the stairs to the cargo hold, and they heard him mutter, "Hope they got some food down here too."
Jarred chuckled, as he nodded to Tristan and Amira, before opening the door to the containment unit. It turned out to be an elevator, and he pressed the single button on the wall.
"Tristan, the containment area seems to be at the bottom." Jarred said, pressing a finger to his earpiece, "I'm on my way down."
"Be careful down there." Tristan said, "We don't know what we will find."
"Tristan." Amira said, "The engines of this ship are gone. Looks like it's been blasted to bits. I guess that's why it crashed. I'm on my way back up. I'll be coming with you to the bridge."
Jarred looked at the elevator, and noticed that it took a while. "Damn… how deep does it go anyway?"
"What's up, Jarred?" It was Amira.
"This elevator hasn't stopped yet." Jarred said, "It's taking forever."
"Hmm… you must be heading down to the basement. This must be a really big ship if it's that deep."
The elevator pinged, and the doors opened. Jarred breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally! I'm on the containment unit, Tristan."
"Alright. See what you can find. But be careful."
Jarred took out his pistol, using the OmniTool flashlight again. It was dark, but he could see a faint light in the farthest end of the corridor. He looked around, but it was empty. He headed cautiously to the light.
The light turned out to be a frozen cryo-shell. There were other shells like the one that had the light, but they were empty. A console stood beside it, and he activated it, causing the shell to become illuminated in bright orange light. He raised his hand and wiped away the frost the covered the glass. He gasped.
It was the human woman he dreamt of. It was her cryo-shell.