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[guardiano_perduto]

[Just another day on the SOL - nothing out of the ordinary here. There certainly isn't a furry cat-like alien in full body armour wandering the halls with a glowing wrench, pressing an buttons he can find and fiddling with pieces of discarded metal, no sirree.

And he definitely isn't trying to swat away a certain cambot, following his every move.]

Hey, knock it off. I said I'd find a way outta here, alright?

[If 'a way out' meant wandering around in circles for the past hour. The Lombax's tail swishes once in thought, a gloved hand on his hip as he looks to the side, then up.]

Qwark? Aphelion? Yo! You guys okay?

[The only noise, the only response that fills the halls is cambot's whirring. Something Ratchet really would like to stop circling him every few minutes.

Welp.

Marooned on a spaceship with no other forms of life in sight. This was turning out to be such a great rescue.]

Ah, c'mon. If Qwark's involved, we'd better go help.

Comments

[wavesinherheart]

I'm not sure there really is a way out of here. Not one that anyone knows of, anyway.

[guardiano_perduto]

If there's a way in, there's gotta be a way out. What is this place, anyway?

[wavesinherheart]

It's called the Satellite of Love.

[guardiano_perduto]

...






Run that by me one more time?

[wavesinherheart]

The Satellite of Love.

Pretend this icon is a headdesk.

[guardiano_perduto]

[...because Ratchet is literally doing so right now.]

W H Y?

[wavesinherheart]

I don't know.

[guardiano_perduto]

--wait.

Why's it called 'The Satellite of Love' then if they wanna try torturing us?

That doesn't sound all that 'lovey' to me.

[wavesinherheart]

Torture? You mean the experiments?

[guardiano_perduto]

Whatever's going on here!

I don't even know how Aphelion crashed in the first place.

[wavesinherheart]

Mostly we're supposed to make fun of bad literature.

[guardiano_perduto]

And what good is that gonna do in the long run? Seems like a pretty disjointed plan for some 'mad scientists'.

[wavesinherheart]

Mmm, it is. But it's better than the alternative.

[guardiano_perduto]

Better than being dead, huh?

[wavesinherheart]

Or being experimented on.

[guardiano_perduto]

Oh quark, no thanks. I like my fur on my skin, not as someone's rug.

[wavesinherheart]

I don't blame you.

[guardiano_perduto]

So. How long you been here?

[wavesinherheart]

Months, now.

[guardiano_perduto]

Months?!

How the heck are you still sane?

[wavesinherheart]

It's not really that bad. The experiments only happen once a week, and we don't all have to do them.

[guardiano_perduto]

Alright, so the crappy book-jobs is an opt-in.

Seriously, where is the 'evil' here?

[wavesinherheart]

[Yeah, she's just shrugging. She's seen a lot worse than this. :|b]

[guardiano_perduto]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say Qwark was running this whole operation.

[wavesinherheart]

A friend of yours?