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[[Fred and Socrates ooze their way through a very narrow fissure in the star beast ship, avoiding a side channel leading downward.]]
Fred: Are you _sure_ this is the right way, Socrates?
Socrates: I think so. We should be approaching the ship's nerve center, the "command deck".

[[They continue.]]
Socrates: Each ship is unique, but they all have little conduits like this. We mostly stick to the larger passages, but in a pinch--
Fred: Ugh... what's that sound?

[[The viewpoint focuses on Socrates.]]
Socrates: I don't know. It's... not a normal ship sound. It gets more painful the further along we go. Maybe we should turn back, Fred.

[[Ahead, there's a lit opening.]]
Fred: No! We're not turning back now. There's a light ahead... make for that crack...