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MRS Morey - PBF
Silhar:
"Sure thing, provided found alcohol shall be vodka or else... Don't you forget that inner sterilization of wounds is important, too !", smiled Vince, eating.
Gargulec:
Shioban rolled her eyes. 'Good God, why is he so insanely stupid?' she whispered aloud.
Silhar:
Vince looked in Toy's eyes, when she stopped rolling.
"Oh. I didn't know that you've got a sufficent supply of painkillers with you... Because, you know, alcohol is pretty good at easing pain. But since you are so well-equipped, I can stop being stupid and get back to eating.", he sneered, softly smiling with scorn.
"And don't ask that stupid guy about fixing you when blood rushes on, alright ? He's so stupid, after all, that he can accidentally kill you. Thank you for you attention."
Journey:
As the group was enjoying their food and bantering, the voice from the speakers once again spoke to them.
"Hey guys...it looks like you found the food, but you didn't forget about me, right? I hope you haven't changed your minds."
Xander Morhaime:
Interlude: Q&A Session
With the brief face-stuffing session over, after some prompts from the colony's lone survivor, you gathered up your gear, loaded up as much food and drink (alcoholic and otherwise) as you could carry, and began making your way towards the main tower. As a side note, there wasn't much in the way of vodka available in the storehouses, as opposed to mind-boggling amounts of scotch whisky.
At any rate, you moved through the storage tower, and then the security tower. If climbing the stairwells was unpleasant with just the emergency lighting, being able to clearly see all the bodies littering them as you moved from step to step only made it worse. Especially the bodies of the colony's security force, in their various states of dismemberment and uniform states of decay. The smell at least was somewhat lessened with the air filtration systems back up to full power. Still, you could make out the olive green body armour and the odd bright blue beret left lying around the place, sometimes even with a head still attached. You passed the heavier-armoured corpse once more, the peculiar suit coloured a plain black where it wasn't stained with blood, with a peculiar white cross-shape over one shoulder. You could also see a heavy machinegun by the dead man's side, badly bent, as though it'd been used as a bludgeon one time too many.
Eventually, after a few close calls narrowly avoided thanks to the guidance from the lone survivor, you made your way to the Main Tower, and once there, to the fifth floor. The level seemed to be given over to monitoring stations and, as the signs signified, the primary communications control room. After some more guidance from the helpful voice in the walls, you finally found yourselves standing outside one of many monitoring stations, the door electronically locked from inside, as the panel next to it proclaimed.
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