You follow the twisting passageway a short distance until you reach a bulkhead door. The outside is stained around the edges where it opens into a room just beyond. It looks to be a small office space / tool storage. The first thing that draws your eye is the bloodstains on the floor. The sight fills you with a sense of foreboding. You enter the room carefully, on the lookout for signs of more mutated rat creatures. After taking the time to check all the nooks and crannies you settle down a bit. The room has a small cot, a workbench, a rack of tools, and a locker with blue work clothes, belts, and other accessories. Doral is drawn to a table attached to one wall covered in notes and diagrams. After a few minutes of review he produces a potentially useful diagram. It shows a series of pipe and cable runs throughout this level of the Archon. This utility section services approximately one quarter of the ship. It meanders over a large area and is filled with numerous corridors. Doral believes he can navigate the passages to one of the several symbols that show a descending tunnel which he believes will lead deeper into the bowels of the city-ship. While he examines the document, Whisper locates something on the floor under a stool near the bloodstains. It looks to be a small duty log. Flipping to the last entry she finds several entries written years ago on the Day of Mourning. She reads it aloud...
"We engaged the Cyrans at 1053. Several hours into our engagement with something happened. A few of the service teams were up top when a wall of clouds stretching from horizon to horizon rolled in. We buttoned up just in time. When it reached us the whole ship dropped. We weren't fully braced for something like that and my crews are reporting numerous injuries but so far nothing we can't handle. A few men popped the hatch to see what was going on. They stopped answering us within a few seconds of leaving the ladder. We sealed up again and I put out the order that everyone is to sit tight until we get the all clear."
"It's been hours now. The cores are still dormant. The mage-wrights can't awaken them. It's as if part of their bindings had failed and they were no longer compelled to obey us. I've handed out emergency light stones and rations from the stores to keep everyone calm. Word has been circulating from on high that no one is to go outside."
3 days after
"Crew discipline is slipping. We've been down for three days now. I've had crews working to repair damage throughout the ship from the crash but some of them have been failing to report back in at the end of the shift. I've had their supervisors check all the usual smoke spots but they can't be found. The ship is only so big, they will turn up. When they do I will march them before the captain to be strung up for dereliction of duty to king and country. A few necks on the chopping block will keep the rest in line."
7 days after
"Something is definitely wrong. More of my crews have gone missing in the lowest tunnels. Many of them were loyal, competent, and hard working even after the crash. I don't think they deserted. Maybe the mists got inside. It is still enveloping the ship. We're beached like a whale. Only we can't get off. Everyone that tries to reach the surface level never comes back. The captain is still issuing orders, demanding that we get the Archon back in the air. I've almost got the major flow lines repaired for two of the cores. We'll be ready when the mage-wrights sort this out."
9 days after
Here the authors handwriting becomes unsteady
"We're under attack. There are things in the tunnels now. Some of them look humanoid but all wrong. One of them had Jr. Tech Smithfield's face. It was horrible. Everyone headed for the dormitories where most of security has been focused to protect the civilians. I can't reach it. There was only the surface access ladder or storage 243f. I've got a bit of food here but no water. There are some heavy wrenches though. When it gets quiet I'll make a run for it."
There are no further entries after this point.