Bursting into the hall that had been flagged as a hazard zone earlier that day, the disciplinary officer recoiled from the stench of the room.
"To think they actually shut down an entire facility for their petty feud," she growled, recognising the scent of the toxin. As she was immune, the fleet had used her to investigate the problem in order to speed up repairs Taking a look around the room, she found the fault quickly enough; a vent in the direction of the engines was rusted, signifying the source was there. With no information to give, she left the room quickly.
All the soldiers seemed to be on edge. Sickness was higher than it had ever been before, and they were worried about getting caught in the crossfire of the Vanid's escalating feud. Scuttling into the control room, she was quickly met by one of the officers working there.
"Ma'am," they saluted her, "There have been no new incidents since you left to investigate."
