Adeola got to her feet and pulled her katanas off her back and heated them up. They seemed to have no detrimental damage. She smiled and turned them off and slid them back into their heat resistant scabbards across her back. Then, Adeola pulled her pistol from her side and pulled out the clip. It was full, and the gun wasn't jammed. She even still had two clips on her belt. She remembered bringing five, but two would work. She finally grabbed her helmet off the ground and donned it. She didn't close it up all the way, but put the visor down so that she had clearer vision in the somewhat dark station. Adeola walked over to the open door and joined the others. "Well, at least we know what happened to the people." She said, trying to not focus on anything. She didn't tend to be weak stomached, but with that landing mixed with the fact that she just puked, she didn't want to take any chances. She looked around the hallway looking for anyway past. Sadly there wasn't one that didn't involve crawling over corpses, but she was more worried with how quick they'd be able to escape.

After hearing his commander's statement before she went off to investigate whatever was bugging a portion of the crew at the main door, Cayne set his sights back to Pathfinder while it was still scanning the vicinity. "Hey Pathfinder, you're not malfunctioning or damaged beyond repair are you?" asked an honest sounding Cayne. The aerial drone spun around to face its master and clicked several times in reply. "...Touche." Cayned hissed, feeling defeated and outwitted by his own drone's comment. "Okay wise guy packet it up, we're moving." Pathfinder chirped in compliance and zoomed down towards Cayne where it hopped onto his pack and interlocked its body with his pack before the clamps sealed the drone in place. Complete once more, Cayne hurried over to his squad that has since formed at the opened door way. As he arrived, the scout quickly took notice of the disgusted faces peering down the hallway; he soon found out why everyone was expressing such ill contempt just has he looked upon the scene himself. "Oh shit." Plastered across the floor and the lower walls were bodies, rotting corpses hardly recognizable now given their unfortunate state. Aged blood and ichor was senselessly smeared around each body thanks to the ever present decomposition. Cayne had to admit that putting his respirator on before all this insanity ensued was arguably the best decision he ever made; God knows how many years of bodily decay has stunk this aisle up. For the moment, he actually felt bad for anyone unfortunate enough to have even taken the slightest whiff of this putrid stench of oozing death littered crudely before them. "So...Who's going first?" asked Cayne in honesty, though he probably knew what the response and who the point-man would be.

Kean listened to Skye’s orders half-mindedly as they weren’t anything he didn’t already understand and paid more attention to what the two were doing by the door. He could feel the displacement of air as the door hissed open and he quickly began to step towards the darkened hallway, away from the others. Even at this distance and through the helmet he could smell the stench that had been sealed away. By the time the officer had called out to the Commander, Kean was already peering into the unlit hallway unimpeded by the lack of light. His helmet automatically compensated for such conditions and the sight wasn’t pretty; fairly brutal even by his standards. The sheer number of bodies posed a problem in and of itself, but he raised his firearm as he approached the corpses to drag out the closest; intent on discovering what had killed these people. His sensors were busy scanning the hall to no readings at the moment, but it paid to be careful. He let the battle rifle hang from its sling as he unholstered his sidearm with one hand and grasped an arm with his other. With a slight twist of his body, the motion enhanced by the suit, he managed to free the corpse from the others and pull it closer to the door into the light. He turned briefly to glance at Zarubin and said, “Why not your drone?”He left it at that as he knelt down by the corpse and began to examine it for any signs as to cause of death. “Aurelias. Think you can figure anything out from this?”He called out to the team’s medic, wondering if her expertise would let her glean more information.

Mika muttered a curse under her breath and then followed it with a prayer for the souls of the dead. The hallway of bodies was shocking to her but it wasn't the dead women or men which paralyzed her there. Children's blue eyes, turned toward the door as if they were hoping for it to open, stared at her as if wishing for help. Mika approached the body to take a close look at it. The body seemed to have been smeared with blood from those around him. As she felt around, she noticed that a couple of the ribs of the body to have been broken as if the man had been punched or stopmed in the ribs. Though the broken ribs would have caused pain, it would not have killed the man. There was post-mortum brusing on the right side and back indicating that the blood had pooled there which meant it had been dead for at least a little while. Mika took out her scalpel and cut a finger sized hole right near where the liver would be located. She then took her finger and placed it inside the wound. The body was cold to her touch, which denoted that it had been there for at least a few hours. The only possible cause of death which was a series of three cuts along his chest. Though they seemed shallow, the blood which had gathered around them seemed to be in a unusually large quantity. "Well, it seems these cuts on his chest could have caused his death. Yet, he has several broken ribs, most likely caused by a fight or had been trampled in the rush to get to the door. His body is cold which means that he has been dead for a while. And these bruises on his back and side indicate blood has pooled there after death. I would say that he died from blood loss from these cuts but it is hard to tell." Mika told the team as the stood back up and took the blade off the scalpel and replaced it with another.