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Ah, well central command, what a glorious day, here at the Victrola Six Research Station; and no Mole man invasions for....twelve days. Thats a new record, I think. *Voice off to the side* Actually, it's thirteen days without invasion....check the chart. *Sounds of rustling, a chair moving; steps, a pause, then steps coming close, a chair moving again, and the sound of a person settling* Well, thirteen days it is, what a lucky number. Well, aside from the lack of life or death situations, the research has been going smashingly well; we've already isolated twelve new Liebnizium isotopes, with quite interesting differences in each one; why, just yesterday..*There is a sudden muffled boom, and the sound of a slight reverberation* Oh bother; it sounds like the boys found a new isotope...Hortense, would you go and see if the Temporal Isolation Chronograph has imploded again? *Sounds of a person getting up from a chair, sighing, then a slightly peeved female voice responds* Yes, Professor Forstrum...*Steps receding across a floor, then the sound of pressurised air being released, then of somone going down a metal ladder, and a door rolling shut. The professor can be heard turning back to the transmitter, and begins speaking, but is interrupted by more muffled booms* Where were we again? Ah, like I was saying....now just what do those blithering idiots down there think they're doing? This is a research facility, not a firing range...*Another explosion, this time loud and clear, and the sound of a large metal door being blasted across a room, many people getting up quickly, and many metallic raspings, as of guns being drawn from belt holsters* What in the blue blazes is going on!? Rugworthy, go check out the ladder! *Sound of someone, presumably Rugworthy, quickly moving across the room, towards and then away from the transmitter. Soon after, there is the sound of a smaller explosion, and the wet thwack of a body flying across the room, followed by many footsteps, although somehow softer then the previous footsteps, as if those walking were not wearing deep earth protection boots. The sounds of a struggle begin, with many people yelling, small explosions happening everywhere, and some sounds curiously like electricity arcing through the air. As a sort of mass snuffling cry raises from the farther side of the room, and more explosions can be heard, the voice of Professor Forstrum can be heard through the din* Drat, dingbats, and bothum....now we'll have to reset the chart...*Shortly after there is a click, and all noise ceases to be transmitted*