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[SEEKER] Something about BONDING wasn't good, though. It was <span class="mu-b">NEUTRAL</span>. Establishing a bond doesn't seem to matter to them. They don't want words, they want something more.
Once the ETFs are done adjusting what was asked of them, you can feel an electric buzz filling the air.
All of a sudden, reality itself seems to begin to rip apart like a fabric blanket being pulled apart and shredder by an industrial shredder. It seems to start near the end-most part of the pile of radios and soon enough, a hole is ripped through the room.
A rift has suddenly formed in the room your group is standing in now. It's about the same size as an average doorway in someone's house; big enough for a person to fit in through. What you see through the rift is...something.
A young woman who looks oddly similar to Alexis if not for her black hair and being far, far skinnier is hiding behind a trench dug into the blood-red dirt of whatever war-torn battlefield she's in The sky has also been tinted this awful crimson red hue. There's hardly any light shining down onto the war torn battlefield and what light you do see is tinted this awful red color.
Dust bellows out from the rift, scattering onto the floor of the lab you're in. In the distance you can make out the outlines of tanks skittering across a mostly barren battlefield. Far, far above in the sky you can even make out warplanes flying above head.
The soldier is bleeding really, really heavily from her stomach; You're not a doctor but you think the enemy got a lucky rifle shot off of her. She's clearly been bleeding for a bit since she seems woozy.
"W-where is he? W-whatever, don't have time to ask."
<span class="mu-i">Signal established. Finally, someone can hear our voices even after all of this time.</span>
<span class="mu-i">So much time has passed we thought our stories would never be heard.</span>
<span class="mu-i">This is a recording of the day THEY have forgotten. For our story does not matter to history.</span>
<span class="mu-i">We shall bring you to a chaotic place—forgotten by many—that you must acknowledge. Acknowledge us.</span>
<span class="mu-i">PLEASE PLEASE I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR THIS PLEASE PLEASE WE'RE ESTABLISHING OUR CONNECTION-</span>
A flurry of voices screeches in your ears. God, you occasionally hear these voices around anomalies but this is almost ear-piercing. You grit your teeth, trying to power through it.
"P-please. I-I need help."
Lyubov stumbles over towards the rift while the rest of the group, including your party, is keeping some healthy distance from it.
"..." She silently stares at the soldier before staring back at your group. As if silently asking for you to help her out like you helped her. You feel obligated to do something now...
"H-here. M-my...my mom gave this to me but...t-the Admiral will want this. H-he's with you, I can sense it." She tosses something through the rift. You move to collect it.
