This modification plan won't work!
How many times do I have to say it? The ecological dome is essential! Are we to rely solely on the spaceport for all our organic resources?
Are you kidding? This is equivalent to building a new Eden I. There's no way we can meet the deadline.
Cutting corners will ruin the entire project. What's the point even if we meet the deadline?
Um... can you get off the table first?
Whose side are you on?
The sound of fierce arguing seeps through the isolation door from the room behind "Tall Guy".
o((⊙﹏⊙))o
"Tall Guy" never imagined that the usually soft-spoken and gentle woman could let out such an angry roar.
At this point, as long as it works, who cares about the quality?
Thud!
Ouch... That hurts! Are you even an engineer?
With a muffled thump, it feels like the entire space station has begun to shake.
’(°ー°〃)
Maybe it doesn't just "feel like" shaking.
Another violent shake almost knocks "Tall Guy" off his feet.
Ouch...
I should be the one saying ouch! I told you not to stand on the table. Get off now.
Korolev, report the situation.
No response. There's nothing but the blaring sound of alarms.
Warning, the space station is experiencing an unidentified intrusion. All maintenance personnel, please take your positions...
Warning, the space station is experiencing an unidentified intrusion. All maintenance personnel, please take your positions...
Unidentified intrusion? At an altitude of 25,000 kilometers?
The door won't open?!
w(?Д?)w
Hearing voices inside, "Tall Guy" immediately presses his hands against the door crack. With a grating sound from the exoskeleton's hydraulic rods, the door slowly opens.
Three terrified faces appear in front of "Tall Guy".
Watch out!
By the time "Tall Guy" notices the sound of the wind behind him, it is already too late.
A tremendous force hits him, sending him crashing into the conference room wall.
"Tall Guy"!
The attacker reveals itself. It is a massive spherical machine towering over the three.
And eyeing its prey.
Watch closely, kids...
It raises its alloy claw, still dripping with red remnants, casting a shadow over the terrified trio.
Next, I shall demonstrate the oldest hunting method!
The three unarmed individuals close their eyes in despair, but the pain never came.
Oldest... gah gah... hunting method... gah gah... demonstration...
The spherical machine stutters, repeating its previous words like a broken tape.
A sturdy hand helps them up.
An electromagnetic restraint device? Did you make this, "Tall Guy"?
The device at Korolev's feet is emitting a strong current, preventing the machine from killing them.
The tall figure nods.
We... we need to get out of here... No, we need to leave the space station!
The person already starts to flee in a panic as they finish their sentence.
Why are you standing there? Run!
He shouts in exasperation when he sees the remaining three are still frozen in a daze.
Coming... coming!
"Tall Guy", are you okay?
He doesn't answer but pushes the two trembling individuals forward with his hand.
(? ?_?)?
Thank you for saving us earlier.
The two researchers' legs finally gain strength as they hurriedly follow the manager ahead.
As they turn around, "Tall Guy" quietly wipes away the blood seeping through his armor.
(。_。)