There were small pools of liquid and some sort of cables laying on the floor. Esme set her muse, Bester, to dealing with the spectral analysis of the liquid and switched her sight over to the electric sense implant she’d picked up at the last station before taking a look at the cables herself. Regardless of what they were, it did indicate something very wrong on station. Environmental controls never called for standing pools off anything outside of the greenhouse areas. And not even scum swarms put up with the tripping hazards or poor design of cables just laying around.
Gravity still worked though, that was nice.
Bester pinged her softly and pulled up the summary of his analysis in her right peripheral vision. Esme tapped herself out on TacNet as about to lapse and read the summary without bothering to click through for the data. She’d programmed Bester’s analysis capabilities herself after all. No use duplicating work.
Second and a bit later she was back and sidling away from the pools.
“Whatcha got Specs?” Burn asked over the ‘Net. Esme didn’t know the soldier’s civilian name, just their blindly obvious call sign, given the plasma gun they favored.
“Electrical cables sitting in leaks from hydroponics given the nutrients in there. High concentration of microscopic and possibly nanoscopic materials in there. Recommending nobody go wading.”
Two more folks brought their guardian swarms online and the last member of the squad turned their nano-detectors on.
Silent communication flashed across the TacNet as folks further buttoned their mesh access down. Wings dropped off the group, the shuttle airlock cycled closed, and the ship locked down as well.
Burn marked the end of the corridor as the first waypoint on their maps and the squad slowly began advancing, Esme (with her bolter she barely knew how to reload) tucked safely in the middle.