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"Security has been breached - I repeat: security has been breached!"
Frantically a figure sprints out of the room, sirens ringing in his ears. Wails from down under overwhelm, almost pulling him to the ground. He catches himself on the rail against the wall, making his way down a hallway being enveloped by darkness.
Over to his right, he peers into another room. three other companions of his are on the ground - some unconscious, one grasping at their stomach and writhing in pain. It was a mess. It all was a mess.
The figure runs into the room, sitting up one and looking around for something. "Respond to me, Kowalski! Where is the progress report!"
Another squawks out. "Skipper! It's...it's making it's way here! Get out while you still can!"
"Silence, Private!!" Skipper snapped back, running over to the last one, slapping his face. "Rico, snap out of it!"
Rico panics, kicking his legs as he spins on the ground, eventually somehow managing to sit himself upside down, sticking out his tongue.
"Sir..." Private cooed. "Why...why are you doing this?"
Skipper smirks, standing beside them, looking towards the doorway as a sound gets louder and louder. "Because we are a team, Private. Now get into position!"
Though their confidence was mostly faking it until they were making it, there was a sense of comfort of them being together. Even if this was how it all ended...it wasn't alone. It wasn't in defeat, as they would never give up. Nothing could break their friendship.
"Brace yourselves! It's here!"
Beyond the door frame, a larger form looms over. Skipper's eyes widen in disbelief. "You....it was you...!"
Lunadog's crescent eyes peer over, examining the room, then locking eyes with the group of four. The cyan tongue rolls out and onto the floor, revealing previously concealed teeth shaped like stars. He says nothing - though a low grumble erupts from his throat.
And with that, he charges forward - right as the lights go completely out. A moment passes. Then another. Then another. When they turn back on again, all that's left in their places is....
