The Iron Maiden clocked the approaching "engine repair workers" first, its black head swiveling as its dark eyes locked onto them. Gears ground against each other as it raised its hammer, and its torso glowed blue with coursing electricity. The two Steel Reservists drew their batons, which also crackled with electric menace, but none of them attacked.
Veracity:
"There a problem in the engine room? We got a maintenance order on the turbine past that door, just there. Should be in n' out before ya knows it. Not meanin' no trouble. Just trynna do a job, ya know?"
The agents exchanged looks that so strongly expressed confusion that one did not need to see their faces, hidden by steel helmets, to imagine the quizzical expressions they bore.
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Turbine?" Said the shorter of the two. "
Is that all this is? They rushed us down here over a busted turbine?"
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Fucking rabble-rousing layabouts is what we're here for," their companion corrected them, glancing in the direction of the strike above, though he could not actually see it over the sloping ground. "
Probably busted it up themselves, while they were throwing their tantrum. Putting their own selves out of work in the process, the fucking geniuses."
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Wouldn't be in there crankin' wrenches if they were geniuses, would they?" The first one laughed, then added, with a disingenuous nod at Baern, "
No offense. Good you brought some muscle with you," he said, turning their attention back to Veracity. "
Them animals up there get an inkling there's scabs in the building, you're gonna need it." He lowered his voice, which was already strangely pitched and distorted by their helmet. "
We're on strict orders to stay at the door, but I'll keep an ear out. You get into trouble, you just bang on this door and we'll come sort it for you. Be a shame if them hooligans hurt a pretty thing like yourself."
He pressed the crackling tip of his baton to a socket on the wall, and the heavy doors slid open. With an awkward little bow, he gestured for Veracity and companions to head inside.