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You’re not exactly sure what a ‘MADDER DISPENSER FREAKILY’ cannon does, but in your opinion it sounds a LOT worse than whatever a teleporter malfunction can do! Clearing your throat amidst the sound of muffled cannons and COMMIE GOBBLEDEGOOK, you inform Kelly that yes, you’d like her to make those adjustments or whatever to troubleshoot the teleporters!
“VERBAL CONFIRMATION ACKNOWLEDGED. PROCESSING.”
Strings of alien characters race across the monolith’s screen as the conduits snaking upwards through the ruins groan in protest! Almost immediately after, you feel immense pressure build around you as something starts to give in the submarine above! Before you can ponder what, a salvo of HARPOONS embed themselves into the monolith next to you! SYB?!
The Goth fires back with a trio of ARCANE BOLTS at the SKELETON SQUAD at the top of the slope! “On it!”
Stuffing Lil’ Stanley’s curious head deep into your pocket, you ARMOR UP just in time to deflect a HARPOON off your armored face!
“I don’t speak Russian, but I think they’re askin’ us ta’ leave!” Ly shouts as you hear something burst in the sub above! Yea, you snap, you’re getting that feeling too! KELLY!?
“TROUBLESHOOTING COMPLETED. NEW ESTIMATES COMPLETE: TELEPORTATION TO OUTPOST A: 88% STRENGTH. TELEPORTATION TO LAB: 60%. PLEASE SELECT YOUR DESTINATION.”
With PLEASURE! Tapping the option for OUTPOST A, you take the opportunity to yank Sybil out of the way of a HARPOON ripping through the water!
“DESTINATION CONFIRMED. READYING TELEPORTER. PLEASE REMAIN IN THE DESIGNATED AREA.”
Something hums in the monolith as the process begins. You’re pretty sure you’re supposed to see that ‘designated area’ Kelly was talking about, but all you really notice are a few more harpoons and some funny-looking sea urchins on the barnacle-ridden floor. Uh…
“TELEPORTER PREPARATIONS 2% COMPLETE….. 3%......”
Hey, remember when they told you not to move? Just when you’ve found your niche, a massive explosion rips through the sub above–one that sends you, Syb, and even the SKELETONS reeling! Holding Sybil close and burying your head in her disappointingly-small chest, you try not to look as you feel heat close in all around you–THIS IS IT! THEY HIT ONE OF THE NUUUUUUUKES-
“Err, no,” Sybil mutters, patting your head in between firing cheap shots at the downed soldiers, “More likely a steam pipe explosion–we wouldn’t be here if it was one of their missiles.”
Oh. Neat.
>CONTD.
