Station Omega
You back away toward the emergency control panel, slamming your fist on the manual override to seal the corridor, trapping the rippling shadows within as you watch from the safety of reinforced glass.You dart forward to grab the scanner, adjusting its settings to amplify the energy signature, hoping to provoke a stronger reaction—or perhaps lure whatever is hiding into the open.You grab a loose piece of equipment—a wrench or a discarded oxygen canister—and hurl it into the rippling shadows, testing their response before risking direct engagement.You step forward cautiously, your flashlight trembling in your hand, and aim its beam directly at the rippling shadows, trying to reveal what lies within the unnatural distortion.