It was three days ago when there was an unexplained incident on Level 5-F ( Read more... )

An increasingly familiar scene; Dr. Sloth at his desk, waiting for Brody's PINpointed arrival. Going over notes again, no less.

Two weeks since the last check-up; time to see if the kid's held up his end of things and managed to stay off the plethora of drugs he somehow has access and addictions to. Sloth'll be mildly impressed if he has; his ( Read more... )

Ah, this is familiar; Sloth is again at his desk, going over what appears to be several sheets of scientific notes, shuffling through the papers with a look of thoughtful concentration.

Once more, he waits for Brody to arrive, now for his follow-up exam, as well as try to shed some light on what Sloth is finding to be some veeeeerrry interesting ( Read more... )

A fleet of V-Fighters have been dispatched towards Kreludor. Seems they found out that Parlax was my plant. Not that it matters; all life on Kreludor will be wiped out shortly to stem any insurgencies, AND I have enough kreludite mined from there to last me another century or so. But no need to leave them as a loose end, correct?

Ylana has finally ( Read more... )

Brody hopefully has figured out how to use a PINpoint by now, as the coordinates Sloth has given him are the only way to get to the doctor's current location, Space Station 12. Brody's not the brightest thing to crawl out of the mall, but he can be useful. As Sloth is probably going to see to very shortly ( Read more... )

The second he's PINpointed back from his curious jaunt through a portal in his gun cabinet, Sloth is hunched over, hugging his left arm to his chest, breathing raggedly. Gormos, and all other personnel, are elsewhere presently, so that leaves the doctor to painfully scream in peace.

Once that's out of his system, it's down to the process of fixing ( Read more... )