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| An Avean Scientist muddles with a black screen with an ominous looking error adorning it. |
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| I, uhhh, I can't reconnect! |
| What? Try the reboot sequence. |
It's not...
This is a total hardware failure...!
Our scout... is gone! |
| Ribrax and Kree'zik are there. Kree'zik is calibrating some machinery over there, Ribrax is looming. |
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Hnnn...
This outcome is to be expected when you place one of our research subjects in an untested scouting harness. |
I--
--That's right. I said it! |
Dispense with the attitude, Kree'zik.
I placed this project under your responsibility.
If you fail us again... |
That-- is no concern.
We already have the data we need. |
| The machine Kree'zik is working on is a great big gateway made of wires and panels and shit. |
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| Deployment will be ready within the cycle. |
| Ribrax, her entourage of military Aveans, and the science team all look upon Kree'zik's invention. |
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| Squarck will be pleased when she sees this. |
She could have been pleased now if she'd bothered be here herself.
Instead she's preening for her parades. As if the announcement is the most important part of this operation. |
| Not like you'd be happier if she was here. |
| The Harpy Angel appears and abducts one of Ribrax's grunts. |
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