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It feels like you get struck by lightning, and you collapse on the floor, drifting away into the dreamworld. "...Sir! Are you alright? Sir!..." Eve's voice was worried.
As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you pass Hank and Mithran. You enter a corridor, bending around a corner a little further. You can see Jake standing there.
"Skeletons... and a weird gun firing supersonic rounds a thought commands! Sounds like some poorly made Science Fiction Movie!" Jake answered, holding his PCR in his hands. Tomas was there to, around the corner, busy cutting through a door with Jake's Plasma Cutter.
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Your vision blurs, and you wake up. You can barely see and does not manage to raise yourself up.
"Sounded like someone on the radio." Tomas shrugged, then answered Eric's question. "Soon through. I've got a feeling telling me we're gonna get rich!" Jake walked towards the door, tightening his grip around the PCR.
"Black Conclave, Guys it's a trap or someone wants something here. Sorry but were are in deep trouble." I look at the boss. "How did you get the signal?"
As the door opened, a mangled corpse, looking surprisingly human fell forward. Its intestines flooded out of a gutted stomach. Tomas vomited on the floor and Jake shot it three times to make sure it was dead.
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"We picked up the signal with our tracer systems, we use them to trace downed Ghauron sattelites." The Boss replied back, no sign of fear.
Eric looked away in disgust for a moment but then started to laugh at the two scared boys and stepped over the corpse into the next room, his gun ready.
The Room was circular. In the middle of the room was a huge pillar of wires, screens and other techdevices. It looked like some ruined mainframe-thing. A dead defence-arm lay on the floor, together with other corpses. Jake enterd while Tomas threw up again.
"don't tuch anything yet unless it's detached from the walls ground or pillar." he then looked for a keybord of sorts witch eh could use to work on the screens. "lets' see if these computers are in the same strange language."
Eric sighed... "well no sence in trying to figure this out before we can read this language is there." he looked around to see if there was anything of value
Suddenly, the screens showed writing, each screen with a different alphabet and language. You could recognize Chinese, Russian and English among them, in addition to four different Ghauron languages.
IC Location: Nue-Berlin, Mining Ground, West Part.
*I exit the building while lighting a cig.*
"Pff, so much for their workers... Cheap fuckers...", I mumbled to myself as I waved for a cab. *Gordon had recently developed a new type of drilling machine that would increase the amount of minerals mined everyday and especially increase the safely-standards for workers.
But as the drill would be extremely expensive to mass-produce, the companies believe it isn't worth it, as the investment ain't worth the outcome, in their opinions.*
*I enter a cab and tell the driver where we are heading.
Minutes later we arrive to the targeted location, my apartment.*
"Thanks mate", I shouted as the cab-man shut the doors.
Minutes later...
"Pff, what hell waits me now then..!" I mumbled, as I noticed that my apartment door was kicked in. *I quickly start my utility tool, as my weapons are hidden inside my apartment.*
OOC
Yeah, "a bit" controlling, but I won't be able to reach you guys in your hole at a moment!
I'll join you in another dungeon, but I just need something for now...
And man, this intro was bad... Very bad... Indifference from what I've written before anyway...
And one more thing, I'm off to sleep soon. I'll stay around for a few more minutes.
*Now Sleeping*
"This is the proof of a great event. This, my friends could be the finding of the century." I smiled and look at the screens. "Eve, play the fabled encounter of the Chrulhum."
Meanwhile, Mithran had frowned at the skeletons and followed Eric, rather curious what he was going to do.
As he spotted the languages coming up, he frowned.
''What are you doing..?'' he asked as Eric touched the English menu.
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