"What in the absolute FUCK, do you think inviting that thing onto our only safe haven will do for us? Getting us out of here is certainly not one of them!" BB shouts at Roha, she stands there and just looks at him, "The fact that 'Angel' is using Al's mutilated corpse to talk to us is unnerving on the best of days."

Roha asks if he's done and BB gives an affirmative,  "I asked it here to talk because it seems to have some form of power over those dead things out there. See how they're all just kind of standing there, limply? If it can do that, if we can bargain with it, we may have a chance in hell of escaping. We escape, we expose the Liberation for the crimes committed against her people by the ones who should be protecting us." 

Jina and Del stand over to the side as they watch Roha and BB talk, "I don't like this Del, I have a sickly feeling about all of this." Jina says, worrying oozing off of every word. 

"Is it because of your 'twin powers'?" Del says light heartedly, "In seriousness, I do too. I know Roha wants to save us, but blasting that thing would have made it easier even with all the dead things out there." 

On the exterior hull of the ship a loud knocking can be heard all throughout the ship. Metal on metal, alerting the crew to his presence in order to be let back into his former home. All conversations cease as they all look to where the sound is coming from and check the cameras to make sure that it is actually Al, Angel, outside by that part of the DuskWalker. They can see him, waving the axe as a sign to be let in when he noticed the camera pointed his way. The twins hold their breath, Del shoots a look at Roha as if too say this is a bad idea but it's already too late. The sound of metal smoothly folding in over itself as it rises just high enough for the door to open and allow an unlikely guest aboard their living sanctuary. "It feels good to be home." The dual voices say after climbing aboard. 

Without thought, BB whips out his dispenser and points it directly at what claims to be an Angel, "Shut your maw, this isn't your home." Taking a closer look at what once was Al, and from what could not be seen clearly on the camera, his stomach has been ripped open, gore spilling out. Ribs have been either cracked or are fully missing, scattered all of his body are chunks taken out of his body and flesh hanging by mere threads. Skin a sickly looking color mixed with bits of beautiful purple, and his face, Life, his face is a hacked up mess made by his own hand. Pulling the hammer back, BB keeps it trained on him. 

"Now, now, is that anyway to talk to someone you killed in cold blood?" The Angel said, smirk fully formed on what remained of the decimated face, "I mean you would think you would have more tact for a minug, a human." BB, finger fully on the trigger just stares down the barrel at him. 

"BB, enough, this isn't the way we said we were going to handle this." Roha states, sternness as hard as her words, "Now lower the dispenser and holster it. He is here on my invite which makes him our guest on this vessel."  Slowly, and all too steadily, BB clicks the hammer back into place and holsters his dispenser. 

"Good boy." The Angel says, mockingly, "How very obedient to his master." 

"And you," Roha jabs a finger in the air towards what used to be Al, "Stop antagonizing my crew. We mean you no harm, we only wish to bargain and escape here with our lives. Do not take the actions of a few against the rest of us." The Angel, looking her way, only smiles and walks over to the couch and plops down, more blood and gore spill out. Satisfied, Roha pushes the button opposite and the metal slides back down, protecting everyone inside for the time being. 

Once everyone is fully seated and comfortable The Angel, with its ever beautiful and nerve rending dual voice asks, "How do you intend to bargain for your lives? I have agreed to this council but tell me, why should I not kill you all for taking one of my kin and experimenting on it and creating that abomination running through the halls? Please, do tell, I am very interested." 

Roha, visibly exhausted from the hours of running for her life, says "The five, four, of us had nothing to do with what Dr.Kelly had done to one of your own. My crew and I only learned about your existence hours ago. Hell, when we went into the science center we thought it was already dead until it somehow got out."  The Angel simply stares at her, unmoving like a statue, simply states, "Are you sure you're the negotiator because you're doing a horrid job at convincing me not to kill you. Ignorance is not an excuse for willful killing." 

"I didn't kill it, not willingly anyways. I was overwhelmed with an intense feeling of bloodlust and was almost forced into doing what I did. I felt like I was pushed into the passenger seat while someone, something, else took control." Feeling like The Angel, guts pouring out figuratively, she continues, "I had every intention of leaving it there and not interacting in any form with it." 

Without thinking, Del speaks up, "Like Ro said, we had nothing to do with your kin or that freak of nature in this ship. We didn't even want to come here and were content on leaving this as a ghost ship. The fact that we are even here is mere coincidence and extreme bad luck. Just let us leave, we will expose our government for what they're doing and shed light on your existence." 

The Angel points over to Del, "He is doing a much better job at convincing me. I do very much like the idea of you and your company going back and sending more people to this location. Don't look dumbfounded, I have the least interaction with your kind and I know that your people will come here and take look and fall to the same fate as those souls out there." Suddenly, sniffing the air, it turns and looks at BB with a hungered knowing expression. BB looks down and away then turns to leave the lounge. Looking back to Roha, "I'd watch him, he may do something you regret." 

Before Roha could response something rams into the Pandemonium at the same time something inside rams into the DuskWalker causing everything and everyone to shake violently and smash into walls and furniture. With an unmistakable roar filled with hunger, the Oobelawng has come to feast.