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You’re… you’re not, y’know <span class="mu-i">SCARED</span> or anything, but given what just happened over the past minute or so, you don’t find it very hard to comply with the construct’s demands. As its singular glowing eye gradually lights up, you’re taken aback when you hear the faint sound of a struggle emanating from within the golem’s head!
“-p aside, Rodhi, I’ll be handeelink thees… ASSUMING MANUAL CONTROL.”
Stiffening in place for a brief moment, you hear someone, or some<span class="mu-i">thing</span> approach on the other end. “Drooling eembecile–chaseenk a seemple illusion like a pet ghaudra… yes, <span class="mu-i">you</span>, you fool–make yourself <span class="mu-i">useful</span> for a change and activate the backup sentries!”
You barely have time to exchange a puzzled look with the rest of your pals before a wave of light washes over you… one that feels kinda <span class="mu-i">funny</span>... but also not that <span class="mu-i">bad</span>, y’know?
“Now then… let us see what we hef here…” Mutters a bored, feminine voice from within the golem as the cone of light expands to include your hapless comrades as well, “Five… no, <span class="mu-s">SIX</span> lifeforms in total… four humans, two male, two female, one Northern Raccoon… tch… and one… hm… <span class="mu-i">that’s</span> a peculiarity…”
You feel Ly shift awkwardly under your skin as the tingly light intensifies on you. Hoo boy…
“Hmm…” The voice purrs, “What are you hidink from me, little preemitive…?”
You can’t help but fidget a bit under the light… damn it, you mutter, if Art or Talbot are staring-
“Ach, twitchy little rats…” Scoffs the voice as the cone of light shifts a bit. “Rodhi. <span class="mu-s">RODHI!</span> Yes, you, you slime! Adjust sentry pacification seestems to feefteen… no, <span class="mu-i">twenty</span> percent… I want these monkeys drooleeng and comatose eef they try to run, not <span class="mu-i">vaporized</span>.”
Groaning with irritation more characteristic of a teen being asked to take out the trash rather than a twelve-foot golem with hands bigger than your head, your mysterious observer shines the scanner on you one more time. “Now then… where were we…”
Clicking what you assume must be her tongue, the voice behind the golem hums an idle tune to herself as the light intensifies on you… <span class="mu-i">MAN</span> that feels weird!
“Stan…” Ly whispers as you bite your lip and clench your fists, “I uh… I ain’t sure a dis’...”
You aren’t either, but what can ya’ do?
>CONTINUE THE SCAN–GET IT OVER WITH!
>TELL WHOEVER’S RUNNING THE SHOW YOU’VE GOT SOME QUESTIONS!
>NO THANKS, SISTER! SURPRISE-ATTACK THE GOLEMS!
>ONE OF YOUR PALS SPRINGS INTO ACTION! (WHICH ONE(S)?)
>WRITE-IN!
