The Spice Must Flow....
[ Some schmuck left their bracelet just lying in the far corner of a teleporter, leaving it to be stepped on by whoever decides walking isn’t good enough for them. It lays there, taking in
nothing but the fantastic floor-level view of a teleporter door, wasting its energy as it records in total silence. It’s almost serene in a white noise, watching paint dry sort of way. But we all know running recording devices are a prelude to trouble.
A small noise is heard outside the door, hardly audible, but the party kicks off from there- ]
-ease reconside
r your aggressive atti-tude ti- tude ti- tude ti- tude ti- tude ti- tudeti- tudeti- tudeti-tudeti- tudeti- tude ti-tudeti- tudeti- tude ti- tudeti- tudeti- tude
It’s -ng ba dammit -,
i- coming -back- !
[ The doors of the teleporters begin to creak, the voices outside becoming clearer. ]
Ope- t- -doors.
[ All goes silent again. Back to the white noise until, ]
THUDUM THUDUM THUDUM
[ The doors begin to violently buckle and shake like someone, or something is outside beating it with a wrecking ball. The device's view becomes affected as the sheer force of the blows outside shake it from it's place on the floor, creating the illusion that the entire teleporter is suffering the same assault as the door. It goes on like this until- ]
SREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
[ Grating, nail on chalkboard-like noises burst into the room, so high and piercing the audio temporarily short circuits- all while the door is subjected to some outside force trying to cut it's way in. The voices are getting louder outside ]
IT'S BLOCKING THE DOOR
We know.
WE HAVE TO GET IT AWAY
We know.
DO SOMETHING
We will.
[ It goes to white noise again. Silence, and just the still frame of the teleporter door. ]
[ It starts to open. ]
Get in.
Fuck you, I'm staying- !
GET IN.
[ A woman is thrown into the teleporter room with such tremendous force that when she is rebounded off the back wall, her landing causes the floor to shake. No small feat for a woman of no great weight and size. She groans and rolls off her side and onto her feet as someone else comes in no farther then the threshold.
It looks like a man, at least on side. What's a human on the right side is jarred by the mess of wires, metal and gore that makes up it's mangled left half. The cyborg is unaffected by it's state, able to conjure enough strength to push the woman back into the teleporter when she made a bide to get out. ]
Goddammit, you're not doing this alone!
[ It's only response was reaching for the control panel to the teleporter, ]
Our device has the data you had requested, it's in here, find it and stay away from this zone when our nuclear core-
YOUR WHAT- ?!
[ Whatever answer the cyborg was going to provide is cut short by rudest of all conversation killers, a giant knife skewering it through the chest and abdomen like hot metal through, well, anything, because hot metal makes anything it's bitch. ]
[ If the woman screamed, it was drowned out by the guttural howls of whatever dragged the cyborg out of the teleporter, accompanied by that obnoxious noise of metal cutting metal and what sounded eerily like a synthetic larynx breaking itself from trying to yell. ]
[ White noise. The feed cuts off from there. Then. ]
TRAVEL ADVISORY WARNING.
ALL RESIDENTS WISHING TO VISIT RESIDENTIAL ZONE 12 : HERBERT SHOULD TAKE NOTE THAT THE R12 MERCHANT DISTRICT IS NOW CLOSED FOR REPAIRS AND REMOVAL OF SOME MINOR DAMAGE BROUGHT ON BY NUCLEAR FALL OUT.
TRAVEL ADVISORY WARNING.
ALL RESIDENTS WISHING TO VISIT RESIDENTIAL ZONE 12 : HERBERT SHOULD TAKE NOTE THAT THE R12 MERCHANT DISTRICT IS NOW CLOSED FOR REPAIRS AND REMOVAL OF SOME MINOR DAMAGE BROUGHT ON BY NUCLEAR FALL OUT.
RESIDENTS MAY WISH TO WEAR PROTECTIVE HEAD GEAR WHEN TRAVELING TO R12.
TRAVEL ADVISORY WARNING.
WE ARE CURRENTLY OUT OF PROTECTIVE HEAD GEAR.
nothing but the fantastic floor-level view of a teleporter door, wasting its energy as it records in total silence. It’s almost serene in a white noise, watching paint dry sort of way. But we all know running recording devices are a prelude to trouble.
A small noise is heard outside the door, hardly audible, but the party kicks off from there- ]
-ease reconside
r your aggressive atti-tude ti- tude ti- tude ti- tude ti- tude ti- tudeti- tudeti- tudeti-tudeti- tudeti- tude ti-tudeti- tudeti- tude ti- tudeti- tudeti- tude
It’s -ng ba dammit -,
i- coming -back- !
[ The doors of the teleporters begin to creak, the voices outside becoming clearer. ]
Ope- t- -doors.
[ All goes silent again. Back to the white noise until, ]
THUDUM THUDUM THUDUM
[ The doors begin to violently buckle and shake like someone, or something is outside beating it with a wrecking ball. The device's view becomes affected as the sheer force of the blows outside shake it from it's place on the floor, creating the illusion that the entire teleporter is suffering the same assault as the door. It goes on like this until- ]
SREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
[ Grating, nail on chalkboard-like noises burst into the room, so high and piercing the audio temporarily short circuits- all while the door is subjected to some outside force trying to cut it's way in. The voices are getting louder outside ]
IT'S BLOCKING THE DOOR
We know.
WE HAVE TO GET IT AWAY
We know.
DO SOMETHING
We will.
[ It goes to white noise again. Silence, and just the still frame of the teleporter door. ]
[ It starts to open. ]
Get in.
Fuck you, I'm staying- !
GET IN.
[ A woman is thrown into the teleporter room with such tremendous force that when she is rebounded off the back wall, her landing causes the floor to shake. No small feat for a woman of no great weight and size. She groans and rolls off her side and onto her feet as someone else comes in no farther then the threshold.
It looks like a man, at least on side. What's a human on the right side is jarred by the mess of wires, metal and gore that makes up it's mangled left half. The cyborg is unaffected by it's state, able to conjure enough strength to push the woman back into the teleporter when she made a bide to get out. ]
Goddammit, you're not doing this alone!
[ It's only response was reaching for the control panel to the teleporter, ]
Our device has the data you had requested, it's in here, find it and stay away from this zone when our nuclear core-
YOUR WHAT- ?!
[ Whatever answer the cyborg was going to provide is cut short by rudest of all conversation killers, a giant knife skewering it through the chest and abdomen like hot metal through, well, anything, because hot metal makes anything it's bitch. ]
[ If the woman screamed, it was drowned out by the guttural howls of whatever dragged the cyborg out of the teleporter, accompanied by that obnoxious noise of metal cutting metal and what sounded eerily like a synthetic larynx breaking itself from trying to yell. ]
[ White noise. The feed cuts off from there. Then. ]
TRAVEL ADVISORY WARNING.
ALL RESIDENTS WISHING TO VISIT RESIDENTIAL ZONE 12 : HERBERT SHOULD TAKE NOTE THAT THE R12 MERCHANT DISTRICT IS NOW CLOSED FOR REPAIRS AND REMOVAL OF SOME MINOR DAMAGE BROUGHT ON BY NUCLEAR FALL OUT.
TRAVEL ADVISORY WARNING.
ALL RESIDENTS WISHING TO VISIT RESIDENTIAL ZONE 12 : HERBERT SHOULD TAKE NOTE THAT THE R12 MERCHANT DISTRICT IS NOW CLOSED FOR REPAIRS AND REMOVAL OF SOME MINOR DAMAGE BROUGHT ON BY NUCLEAR FALL OUT.
RESIDENTS MAY WISH TO WEAR PROTECTIVE HEAD GEAR WHEN TRAVELING TO R12.
TRAVEL ADVISORY WARNING.
WE ARE CURRENTLY OUT OF PROTECTIVE HEAD GEAR.