Lasliana, Third Faction HQ.
Standing in the doorway to her office she looks around the room at the gunracks, book cases and the desk, nothing had changed.
Casually she let the backpack fall onto a chair by the door and moved to place her gun in the gunrack. Turning she walks across the room, wiping sweat and mud from her stained face.
On the wall infront of her is a small open box with a handle and some buttons on.
She stares down at the screen for a moment before tapping in a code followed by her order.
The little box springs to life with a clicking and grring of gears and machinery hidden in the wall. yet nothing rolls out into the box.
Lasliana kneels down and peers in through tot he back of the box into a hole in the wall.
"Surely not..."
Reaching in with her arm she presses her face to the cool metal as she reaches up to see if anything was stuck. Finally pulling out her arm she types in the last part of the code again and all the machine does is click, click, click. Almost like a dry cough.
"Damnit!"
Standing up she stretches before moving back across the room to take a can of beer from the fridge.
Turning she leaves her office and walks out into the long corridor, closing the door behind her.
Turning left she walks along, passing seating areas and other rooms, as well as the odd picture on the wall.
Reaching an evelator she presses the call button and leans against the side wall waiting for it to arrive.
There is a quiet chime as it arrives.
The doors open.
A group of new recruits come bursting out, shouting and whooping, their uniforms a state, beers and spirits clutched in hands.
They suddenly go quiet, and look around, to see Lasliana standing with hands on hips and an eyebrow raised.
Theres a flurry of salutes and "Ma'am" as they stop fooling around and stand to attention.
"Firing practice 0500 tomorrow, the lot of you, lets see how you feel then."
Lasliana smiles as the colour drains from their faces at the thought of such an early start after a night drinking.
She pulls out her beer can from her back pocket taking a swig as she walks past them into the elevator and pushes the button for the basement.
As the doors close she watches their shoulders slump and listens to the start of groans.
A moment later the doors open again, the hallway infront is dark but as she steps from the elevator the lights start to flicker on.
At the end of the corridor a large blast door can be seen, with a armourglass office next to it.
Walking down sipping her beer.
Reaching the doors she looks into the darkened glass, only seeing a reflection of herself.
The reflection is suddenly replaced with the face of one of the supply masters. He briefly nods before the armourglass returns to its reflective state.
Turning back to the blast doors Lasliana watches as they slowly grind open, retracting into the ceiling.
Ducking under the still rising door she enters and looks around as the lights begin to snap on far overhead. There is a faint ticking emanating from somewhere inside.
Walking past various crates and racks she comes to the closest wall where multiple bays are fitted into the wall, looking along she see's the ammo hoppers are empty.
"Well thats why i guess."
She looks around.
"Well, why hasnt the automated system refilled them..."
Close by a robot is laid out on the floor a large crate pinning it.
"Urgh..."
Walking over she pushes at the crate but it doesnt move an inch. Looking around she notices something on the crate.
Kneeling down she looks at a strange yet somehow familiar symbol. with words written above it, but upside down.
Standing and bending so her head is upside down she stares at the symbol and reads the words underneath.
EXTREME DANGER HIGH YEILD EXPLOSIVES!
Her eyes widen and she takes a step backwards. She suddenly realises she has found where the ticking is coming from.
Stepping back again she reaches for the commlink hanging at her neck.
"Lasliana to all duty units, code red, threat level one, I need a Epsilon loadout in the armoury, we have a.. extremely highly explosive erm...Situation."
Lasliana, Third Faction HQ.
A couple of minutes have passed. ((Since last post))
Crouching down and leaning over the fallen robot and crate, a mob of demolition experts in big suits of armour are trying to get the best view into the crate.
One of them looks up and says "Um.... yeah, this might get interesting..."
Lasliana "Define interesting."
The demolitions expert turns around, his face hidden behind a large helmet "Oh god, oh god, were all going to die?"
Lasliana raises an eyebrow "Can we try and avoid that?"
Turning back around the demo guy mutters "Were working on it.."
Looking around at the now near empty bay she puts a finger to her comm "This is Lasliana to all personnel, you might feel some slight tremours and then...explode, if you dont want to please evacuate the building."
Looking back around Lasliana see's the demo guys begin to move the crate off the robot. Five of them standing around it, inching the crate up and off onto the floor, whilst one walked around checking and giving orders.
Lasliana steps behind a quickly errected blast shield and begins running her reflect shields.
She watches patiently as they demo guys finally set the crate down on the ground and step back, swinging the cramp out of their limbs
The sargeant in charge moves in and begins running a finger along the top join of the crate.
He motions over one of the others with a couple of crowbars, and they begin to prise off the lid.
The lid pops off and they lift is off as though made of some fragile material.
One of the others peers in and steps back, moaning.
The rest crowd round and begin cursing and murmuring.
As time passes Lasliana watches them at work, using various tools she has barely seen before.
After some time one of them went running out of the room, and came back a few minutes later with a canister and spray tube.
He walks up and just begins spraying into the crate, as the others step back.
Finally the sargeant walks over to Lasliana and pulls off his helmet.
Proudly he says "Threat neutralised!".
"So what was in the crate?" she asks.
"Oh erm, about 500 kilo's of high explosives in packages and an alarm clock, with what looks like the wiring from a toaster.." the demo sargeant says looking at his fingers.
"Wait, so it wasnt actually dangerous?" Lasliana stares at him
Looking up he says "Appears that way, seems to have been some kind of eloaborate pratical joke."
Lasliana turns on her heel and stalks out of the armoury fists clenched.