Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170316143808

As I go to open the door, a small crackling sound can be heard to my right. I look over at the row of cloning machines, every one crippled except for mine. I take a moment to remember the crew of the Trieste. "Why was I the only one who got back to the Trieste? Why did every machine break except for mine? Why? Why was I left alone? Who did this?" I kneel down, fighting back tears. After a moment, I stand up and brush them away. "They would have wanted me to keep pushing on, no matter what happens. Rule one of being in the Luftrausers division: never give up! Never surrender! Never let your enemies outperform!" I smash the door release and step out. The door closes behind me, locking itself from the inside. "ICARUS, I want full security. Automated turrets, sealed vents, proximity alerts. Set the doors to locked down unless I'm within a 5m radius of them. This goddamned March Hare doesn't know what she's in for."  "Good. Create a powerful defense program. She's probably trying to hack into it somehow. If she does, overload her equipment." I fabricate a large knife. "I thought against using this in the Encounter room. Oh well. I've changed my mind." I slip it into a leather holster on my belt and head down a hallway.