Station Omega
You abandon the corridor and scramble up a maintenance ladder leading to an overhead catwalk. From the elevated position, you peer down into the shadows below, ready to spring the trap remotely if anything crosses the electrified surface.With the pipe gripped tightly in your hands, you step forward into the dim corridor, the flickering emergency lights casting long, jittery shadows. You shout into the darkness, demanding whoever—or whatever—is out there to show itself, your voice trembling but resolute.You quickly rig a secondary charge to the trap, setting it to overload and create a massive electrical burst. As sparks begin to flicker ominously, you sprint down an adjacent corridor, hoping to lure whatever is out there into the trap while you make your escape.You grab a small, loose panel from the floor and hurl it down the corridor, the metallic clang echoing loudly. You crouch low behind the barricade, holding your breath, as you listen for movement and prepare to activate your electrified trap the moment something approaches.