Night 48: M61-M70 Hallway

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Kirk looked up as he always did when the intercom came on during dinner, as if it would be that easy to catch a glimpse of the man who presided over their captivity, and did so with such glee. CM-US trials. Without meaning to, he glanced at Admiral ZEX at those words, and away again when "re-trials" were mentioned. What did that mean? It wasn't

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Re: M62

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Ratchet woke to the sound of the door clicking shut. He really needed to stop dozing off like that, but he was just so tired. In fact, it was very tempting to just go back into recharge. This was his only opportunity to investigate his surroundings, though, and he shouldn't waste it.

With a heavy sigh, he stood and, portable light in hand, set off down the hall.

...Or he would have, if the door had opened. "What the...?" The handle wouldn't turn. Ratchet gave it a tug, muttering curses as he tried to figure out what was wrong with the door. Had it simply gotten stuck? How could such a simple mechanism malfunction like this? Obviously, his cellmate had managed to get the damn thing open because he wasn't here, and-

"Oh, that glitch-headed, slagging Pit-damned fragger!" This was because Ratchet had thrown that organic slop at the man's face yesterday, wasn't it? Well, if that was how the human wanted it, Ratchet would be happy to oblige. Meanwhile, there had to be some way to get the door open. If he'd still had his magnets it would be a simple matter to simply rip the hardware out, but with his current handicap he'd have to be more subtle. Now that he took the time to study the handle (there wasn't much to see on the rest of the door), it looked as though there was a little button in the center. "It can't be that easy." Sure enough, the button popped out with a click when he pressed it. The handle turned, the door opened, and Ratchet felt like a moron.

Re: M62

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