Console City - Military Research Base - Inner-Laboratories
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Deep within the white pristine labyrinth that connected the entire laboratory complex, many secrets laid dormant as all hands prepared for war against the invading realms. At one point, scientists could be seen working on their assigned projects from behind closed doors, while traversing to and fro down the expansive white-lit corridors. Now they stand abandoned or in ruins; with tossed equipment and fire patches littering the floor in a chaotic mess. It wasn't uncommon to find the corpses of these young aspiring lab-coats laying severed and bleeding crimson ichor and gore all over the walls. Distant shouts and panicked calls echoed across the facility, a foreboding warning for any who dared enter the complex unknowingly. Hell has come knocking on its doorstep.
It's now every man for itself.
What they left behind were various lab projects and top secret documents laying bare across the tables. Some rooms housed experimental weapons, ready to be tested on the shooting range down the hall. Others housed ancient artifacts propped up and preserved upon glass-cased pedestals; their secrets still hiding amiss their dilligent efforts. There were even a few robotics testing facilities that housed streamlined robot prototypes and mech suits in their final stages of development. All of this was exposed to the prying eyes of the enemy... but it wasn't as if there was much of a choice. The scientists didn't have time to clean up their workspace upon hearing the emergency broadcast; forcing them to drop everything they held and run for their lives. All they could hope now was that their projects emerge unscathed by the forces at bay. If they survived the ordeal to begin with.
Any who walked this path would see these abandoned projects and more the deeper they proceeded onwards.
Yet as one would reach the end of the hallway, they would stand against a large metal blast door standing stalwart against the mass of bodies leading to it. It was an intimidating structure: a panel-less, handle-less wall divided horizontally by a line that only hinted as to how it opens. Normally it remained closed; activated by a complex series of identification sequences that ensured all who enter were indeed supposed to be there and to keep out all who weren't.
That very door, however, is currently open.
How it got to be opened, appeared to be a mystery. Behind it was another room, acting as a buffer that officially separated the main hall from the main attraction. While it was properly closed, it wasn't locked; opening at the first sign of movement just a few feet away...
And what laid silently within that dark, cold, empty room... was an ominous dark-stone sarcophagus. The crypt stood atop an elevated stepped floor, just a foot above the ground, displaying a glow of red lines and symbols upon its exterior. It was nearly impossible to tell what these meant, especially as one entered the room, but one ought to feel a dreadful feeling emitting from this place.
In fact, any who entered would find the crypt being guarded by two maroon-robed robotic-like entities, trimmed in gold. One could see them as some sort of priests, or holy figures, guarding the remains of a figure entombed in stone for however long they did. Was it their god? The remains of a holy messiah? Who was to know but only them? The entities floated motionlessly in the air, flanking the tomb on both sides and looking down upon it with their singular glowing red slits for eyes in silence. They would not take initial notice of anyone entering the facility at first... though their presence alone would make any further approach or communication with these entities an unsure venture.
None would feel welcomed within this crypt; the ominous presence growing stronger the longer they remained within. No doubt a few questions may come to their mind. Do they dare to approach the crypt alone? Do they heed the attention of the motionless beings standing watch? Or do they leave the room untouched and unbothered by their presence? The actions that led them here now culminate into what felt like a seething climax. A climax that may determine the fate of the realms whichever choice they made...