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The Forge’s ceiling hatch opened with a hiss, to admit Swordstorm and Zephyr. A pair of utility drones hovered over to them.
‘Unpack and store those, please.’ Swordstorm pointed to the oilskin bags tied to Zephyrs flanks. ‘It’s mainly raw meat, so use the cold box.’ The drones chirped in confirmation, and set to work.
‘Magos?’ He called out, hanging up his coat.
+Acknowledged.+
‘Prepare to receive dictation, please. Message to be sent to Hordak’s Sanctum.’
+Confirmed. Begin dictation.+
Swordstorm cleared his throat. ‘Hordak. The situation at Skolheim has been resolved, it was just a herd of razorboar. I killed the largest one and drove the rest away. I don’t anticipate any further problems there. Let me know if you want any further details. Swordstorm out.’
He shrugged to himself, Hordak never asked for more details. Just as he was about to sit down, the intercom crackled to life.
Crzzt
+ Chief engineer Swordstorm, please report to interrogation room twelve. +
+ C’mon Scorpia, you don’t have to say please! We outrank the guy! +
+ Ooh, right. Sorry wildcat, but my moms always told me that manners were important for a first impression. +
+ Look, just…rrrg! Nevermind, it’s fine. Just turn that thing off. +
Crzzt
Swordstorm rolled his eyes. ‘Didn’t even know that thing still worked. Magos? Send an acknowledgement please. And if you could open a ‘comm channel to Spectro?’
+Compliance. Channel open.+
‘Spectro?’
The drone replied with a cheerful beep. ‘When you next see Imp, let him know there’ll be pork stew on the go.’ Spectro chirped in confirmation, and Swordstorm closed the channel.
‘Interrogation room twelve,’ he murmured to himself, ‘my old room.’ He put his coat back on, pulled down his lenses, and activated his rebreather. Appearances had to be maintained, after all.
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