Into the Taboo Lands
My usual apologies for pacing and tardiness, gang.
IC:
Stylus spoke the words aloud to the steadfast metal door. The empty sentinel spots where the murderbots had stood showed a clean spot, but otherwise everything was covered in dirt and debris, evident of the ages.
Then there was a slow thrumm sound from somewhere along the massive hull facing them. Soft, not booming, but noticeable.
A portion of the wall, near the door, about chest height, slid open to reveal... strange controls. There was a staticky voice then, and finally it became coherant.
"Stiles, Andrew J. ... Lieutenant... closest vocal match... files corrupted... please insert identicard." The voice was stiff and mechanical sounding.
Among the controls, a horizontal slit illuminated, standing out. It seemed the right size to fit the card in Stylus' hand...
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