The Life tech hadn't been much more chatty than Finn had. Zeke had asked a few questions, gotten a few answers, but any information he'd managed to draw from the other man had been just as cryptic as the what little he'd heard from Finn. Apparently any explanations he could have received would have been woefully lacking, and he would understand soon enough. That in itself was not terribly placating, but since there didn't seem to be much of a choice, he stopped talking and let himself be lead through a lab towards a stairwell that led down into what the Life tech, and Finn, referred to as the Cove.

One hand on the wall, Zeke descended at a sedate pace, letting everything that had just happened wash over him. There was a large gap between his last memory, and the point at which he had woken up. The space between was fuzz and undefined. It would come back to him, probably.

What he found at the bottom of the stairs was not at all what he'd been expecting. Cave-like and dark, but the walls were lined with glowing runes. No, not the walls themselves, but tablets affixed to the walls. It was...pretty. A little eerie, but it reminded him of a cave dive he'd done once in Mexico, where bioluminescent fish swam in and out of tiny holes in the rocks.

{Now is not the time for day dreaming, boil.}

The voice broke the silence, broke zeke out of his memories and back into the present, but when he turned, eyes squinting against the dark, there was no one there. He was alone.

Frowning, he took a slow turn, hazel eyes scanning the lines of tablets. "Hello?"

{It is time for action.}

There was still a noticeable lack of another person in the large room. Odder still, the voice, which should have carried a slight echo like his own, was not only crystal clear, but seemed as if it was sounding in his head.

"Who are you? Hell, where are you?" A thread of annoyance was leaking into his voice, all this cloak and daggery finally plucking at his last nerve.

{I am Lagertha! A mighty warrior. You have to find me.}

Brows creased. "What the ******** kind of name is that?" More importantly. "How am I supposed to find you, there's nothing in here but glowing tablets." Unless...

With a thoughtful frown he took a step closer to one of the walls, staring at the glowing runes, moving down the row one by one. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for, or what he was doing, but just standing there wasn't getting him anywhere.

{It is a proud name, boil. Now hurry up and find me, there is work to be done. }

"Why is everyone on this island so damn cryptic?" Would a straight answer be too much to ask for? Apparently.

With a snort he came to a stop in front of one of the glowing runes, his head tipping faintly to one side as he examined the tablet. There was nothing to set it apart from the rest, but a certain feeling

The voice had gone quiet. Not gone, but there was an anticipatory air to the sudden silence. Like a breath, held and waiting. Slowly, he reached out taking the tablet off the wall. For a handful of seconds it was just the stone tablet in his hands, then the glow intensified, brighter and brighter until he had to close his eyes against the gleam.

He thought he heard someone exhale, a relieved breath that echoed through his mind.

When the light dimmed he wasn't holding the tablet anymore, but axes, two of them, with a long, thick chain connecting the handles. "The weapon chooses you," he murmured, amused, as what Finn had said in the other room suddenly made sense. A giggle echoed through his mind, closer, more intimate.

{Are you ready, boil?}

"My name is Ezekiel."