Styx Institute - Control Room
Technician B |
CB-RS01 and 02 are offline. Ortho only has another 45 seconds of operational uptime remaining inside Malleus's domain. |
Styx Chief Engineer |
He's still got enough time and energy to escape. Don't give up!
Put all autopilot Charons in termination mode!
Get Ortho outside that barrier, whatever it takes! |
Styx Director |
All ships, divert all energy to technomantic cannons! Up the power and keep firing! |
Styx Staff |
They're already at max power, sir! Any more load will fry their generators! |
Styx Director |
Do it anyway!
I'll take ten seconds--no, even three will do. Just make Malleus focus solely on his defenses for that long!
Fire everything you've got at the barrier--and then keep firing! |
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Everyone in Styx is supporting me from the outside! Now's my chance! |
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*Bringing up holographic screens* |
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Technomantic thrusters to full! |
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What?! |
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Hraaaaagh! |
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*Ortho zooms ahead in a flash of bright light* |
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*As the hasty tapping on keyboards can be heard...* |
Styx Director |
Cease firing! All ships, deploy invisible shields in preparation for a counterattack from Malleus! |
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*A tense silence fills the air...* |
Technician A |
Ortho has reached his operational uptime limit. Systems down. Signal lost! |
Styx Director |
Oh, no..! |
Styx Chief Engineer |
Or..! |
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*There is silence for a moment... Then suddenly, the blaring of alert sirens can be heard.* |
Technician A |
Ah... Incoming call from Tetra Team! |
Charon Trooper |
Tetra Team, reporting in. We've located Ortho's body floating in the water outside the barrier.
Body is damaged, core is unharmed. All analysis anchors have been retrieved from the water.
Returning to base. |
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*As the researchers cheer, the Director and Chief Engineer tiredly embrace each other and collapse to the floor in relief.* |
Styx Director & Styx Chief Engineer |
WHEEEEEeeeeew... |
Styx Chief Engineer |
Goodness gracious... My heart can't take this... |
Styx Director |
Funny you should say that, dear... I was thinking the same thing. |
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Tch... Meddlesome humans.
No matter, though. Should more uninvited guests come, I'll simply shoo them away.
Again, and again, and again... |
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*A new surge of dark thorns cover up the screen.* |
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