Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20131001152900

 Darwol 

"Er... that's not important at the moment! So you're from beyond the CIC... where, exactly?"

 DreadVolt 

The AI sighs,

"Okay, I don't think you get my meaning. When I say 'or I will request assistance', I mean it in the most threatening of senses. I'm just trying to be polite. So... let's start again. Who... are... you?"

Wanraknasdan

''That should do fine. I'll presume that you have some sort of environment suit on. Everyone seems to be forgetting that they are entering a cold, uninhabitable wasteland with a poisonous atmosphere and freezing temperatures.''

Consciousness returns. It is completely dark all around. All that can be heard is a quiet, gentle, moaning or grinding sound, and occasionally a few drips, or the sound of (what is presumably) a stone hitting a hard floor. Is there someone else nearby, moving around? The floor is feels slippery.

 Fishmeal 

''By the way, the 'pyramid structure' is just a metal radio transmitter. I'll presume you're breaking into the building next to the transmitter.''

Alarms sound as the seal is breached between the warm inside and the cold outside, and the two different atmospheres interact. The only lights inside are alarm lights flashing white. Inside the module (which is basically a cylinder on its side), there is a long table running along each wall, with loaded supply racks underneath. There are a few seats designed for multiple anatomies, and the floor is made up up metal grating, underneath which machinery and wires can be seen.