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The large pneumatic door closes behind tyranus, and with the rotation of a center-piece, locks itself hydraulically. The cillyndrical room fills with sound as the water is evacuated, re-pressurized, and thrown into the outside, filling up with breathable air in the process, soon, the other door in the opposing side rotates in a counter-clockwise manner, and opens up radially, to reveal a single Musavian behind it, with slightly grey skin and bearing a labcoat, which extends foward his claw, in a greeting manner:
???:"Welcome to the S.O.R.B, Musavi's greatest Research Facility, we're currently under a protocol of evacuation, so you won't see much personell around, the Head Engineer wants to speak with you he says, just follow me."