Oh, organic style, huh? Don't worry- Her Imperious Condescension had a taste for an organic style too.
That much becomes apparent some... five minutes after they get past the glaring metal hull. The Calamity hit this ship hard. There's no finer ship in the entire Alternian fleet than the Empress' own, so it says something chillingly horrible that even it couldn't stand the force of Caelondia's greatest weapon. The damage shows in how its been torn through like scrap metal in some places, shiny floor and walls cracked apart to show something wet and deeply pink behind it. Tentacles and biowires, laced all throughout the ship, slithering and squelching against one another slowly. What's behind the scenes of the wrecked ship slowly starts to overtake it the further into the depths they go.
There's a hallway, an entire length of it, that seems to be made more of some hard material similar to the pink tentacles, and there's a pulse beneath it if either of them press their hand to it. On the bright side, it seems the deeper into what's left of this sip, the more it's not as broken.
There's a monitor, in fact, at the junction between that hallway and another more metallic one. The screen is cracked, but at their approach it lights up obediently. There's some sort of lens peering at them from the ceiling... and judging by the soft hum coming from it, it's on too.
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That much becomes apparent some... five minutes after they get past the glaring metal hull. The Calamity hit this ship hard. There's no finer ship in the entire Alternian fleet than the Empress' own, so it says something chillingly horrible that even it couldn't stand the force of Caelondia's greatest weapon. The damage shows in how its been torn through like scrap metal in some places, shiny floor and walls cracked apart to show something wet and deeply pink behind it. Tentacles and biowires, laced all throughout the ship, slithering and squelching against one another slowly. What's behind the scenes of the wrecked ship slowly starts to overtake it the further into the depths they go.
There's a hallway, an entire length of it, that seems to be made more of some hard material similar to the pink tentacles, and there's a pulse beneath it if either of them press their hand to it. On the bright side, it seems the deeper into what's left of this sip, the more it's not as broken.
There's a monitor, in fact, at the junction between that hallway and another more metallic one. The screen is cracked, but at their approach it lights up obediently. There's some sort of lens peering at them from the ceiling... and judging by the soft hum coming from it, it's on too.