( Yarrow squirms, the heat and threat of sparks both grow exponentially, but he can see the dim glow of plasma-kissed metal about 6 feet to his left as the Captain's cutter does its work. )
>> Hey, uh. You're close. I see your cut. Watch your path on the upper line, there's a pipe that's not labeled, but its bright red and obviously pressurized. I dont wanna find out what that is.
>> Red lines are standard markings for fuel or other combustible. Please mark as 'hazardous' while you are there, Yarrow.
>> Yeah. Sure. Once im out of the shock spaghetti ill do that.
( Yarrow makes a mental note to do so, followed by recorded one through his neural interface. At least he doesn't have to move to think. Meanwhile...)
"You whispering things, what cowards are you to speak words with no faces?"
( Clad clears a corner, having now circled back towards the CIC from the reactor. He is met with a cloud of colored dots, drifting and pulsing in the corridor )
>> Captain, I have possible contact with a paracausal entity, section---
( The orbs, like moths to flame, flutter towards him as he clicks on his radio. Some sprout lines, others turn hollow, others merge to make sets of 2, 4, more. Symbols of archaic yet artistic nature. They each pulse with tone and tenor as they drift onto his chassis, then into it his comms are flooded with otherworldly music, an amalgam of voices discordant yet whole.)
>> Download: GuidoArezzo.omf
( Clad's HUD flickers as the file downloads, opens, and sheets of music form and fill across his vision. It gets through roughly 2 lines before he activates countermeasures)
>> Contact appears attempting communication. Should I engage?
theartofmadeline
romaincrisis
ellievsbear
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
blakekathryn
gamechangershow
andulkaphoto
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
