It was a solid plan, obviously Mambi's navigational abilities would far surpass any conventional map they might receive. After all, it was a carefully laid out plan created by a faceless beurocracy aboard the ship. No doubt they wouldn't be interested in maximizing efficiency and efficacy of their methods. Perhaps, then, a little bit of faith was necessary to trust in Mambi's abilities to find the exact location they were needed at that very moment...
As they proceeded along their planned path, moving through the busy corridor, then boarding the elevator, they stepped off onto the appropriate deck, presumably by the armory.
However... something was... off. There was no armory, and in fact, the layout of the deck seemed different somehow. They stepped off the elevator into another hall, with a junction just up ahead straddled by some kind of cafe station, or common area? An arrow pointing to the left indicated 'Classrooms', and on the right, 'Admin 04'
It seemed to be relatively quiet, with only a single fellow sitting at one of the tables in the cafe reading a datapad in his white and black security uniform. Not unlike the uniforms they would receive.
Before the two of them could act, they air began getting thicker, and the hall seemed to be starting to fill with a haze. The wolf up ahead with red markings looked up to see what was going on, glaring at Mambi and Marius as if they had somehow caused the growing fog.
"What are you two doing here?" the wolf grumbled, "do you have any idea where you are?"