The usually clam and pristine halls of the Lor vessel have been replaced by glaring red emergency lighting, deafening alarms, smashed consoles and ripped up sections of the interior fuselage. There is no sign of the coordinated crew of Punishment Station. The halls are eerily still and devoid of life. Suddenly around a t junction in the corridor ahead their a robot hovers into view. It turns and a scanning beam emits from its round optic sensors.
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