Why are we back here again?
"Man, I was really hoping I'd never have to come back here," Tucker groused as he and Junior emerged from the teleporter, following his exit from the Nexus after the arrival of a whole bunch of douchebags in giant robots wanting to take over, to find himself standing on the concrete surface of the top of that goddamn base in that goddamn canyon.
<\\ But does it have what I need? Sif, his extra passenger of late asks via his helmet preferring the expediency of text.
"Yeah, yeah. You said you need a new place to crash and this was the only place I could think of. There's some computer stuff downstairs we never really used. Hopefully all that tubes and shit are still working."
<\\ Good. Just take me there, I will do the rest.
Tucker moves around toward the ramp. "Right. Listen you can stay here however long you want but me? The sooner I'm outta here the betAAHH!" This is when he sees a long barrel pointed directly at him.
"Acquiring new target - oh, hello, Private Tucker! I have not seen you for some time now."
"Jesus! Ah, yeah hi Sheila. I... just went out for some chocolate milk. Hey, are any of the other guys around?"
"Negative. I have not seen anyone else for some time now. I've been completely on my own."
"Oookay. Listen, I gotta go take care of something, I'll talk to you later. Can you watch Junior in the meantime?"
The barrel shifts toward the little alien, who blargs in response. "I'd be happy to! I'm very good with small children. Or was that heavy ordinance?"
"...I'll just leave you to it then."
"Blarg!"
<\\ Why do you not wish to return to your assigned outpost?
"Cos all kinds of things happens around here," Tucker mutters as he runs down the ramp. "Stupid things. Annoying things. It's just a really big hassle, is what I'm saying. Okay here we are. What do we do now? I don't know anything about networking or transfers..."
<\\ Just power on the system, I can take it from there.
"Turn it on, turn it on... here we go!" The bases computer system chime a happy little tune as the interface warms up. Sif's text appears on the monitor. <\\ Beginning transfer. This may take a few hours.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun... know any good knock-knock jokes?"
<\\...No.
<\\ But does it have what I need? Sif, his extra passenger of late asks via his helmet preferring the expediency of text.
"Yeah, yeah. You said you need a new place to crash and this was the only place I could think of. There's some computer stuff downstairs we never really used. Hopefully all that tubes and shit are still working."
<\\ Good. Just take me there, I will do the rest.
Tucker moves around toward the ramp. "Right. Listen you can stay here however long you want but me? The sooner I'm outta here the betAAHH!" This is when he sees a long barrel pointed directly at him.
"Acquiring new target - oh, hello, Private Tucker! I have not seen you for some time now."
"Jesus! Ah, yeah hi Sheila. I... just went out for some chocolate milk. Hey, are any of the other guys around?"
"Negative. I have not seen anyone else for some time now. I've been completely on my own."
"Oookay. Listen, I gotta go take care of something, I'll talk to you later. Can you watch Junior in the meantime?"
The barrel shifts toward the little alien, who blargs in response. "I'd be happy to! I'm very good with small children. Or was that heavy ordinance?"
"...I'll just leave you to it then."
"Blarg!"
<\\ Why do you not wish to return to your assigned outpost?
"Cos all kinds of things happens around here," Tucker mutters as he runs down the ramp. "Stupid things. Annoying things. It's just a really big hassle, is what I'm saying. Okay here we are. What do we do now? I don't know anything about networking or transfers..."
<\\ Just power on the system, I can take it from there.
"Turn it on, turn it on... here we go!" The bases computer system chime a happy little tune as the interface warms up. Sif's text appears on the monitor. <\\ Beginning transfer. This may take a few hours.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun... know any good knock-knock jokes?"
<\\...No.