
It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise.
That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways.
Reformatting . . .
Reformatting . . .
Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory.Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take.
ENTER COMMAND_
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[ despite borderlands's propensity to reference things like tomb raider and star wars, she totally had no idea what those were. like at all. either way, she'll rub the back of her head, a little bashful. ]
I just make do, try to get by, you know?
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[ wHEN WILL POP CULTURE COME BACK FROM THE WAR or something ]
They're both super cool in different ways. Han's more the smuggler reluctant hero type, Lara's a tomb raider.
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[ she will learn your references, dave, just for you ]
I guess vault hunting's sort of like tomb raiding. Except with more corpses. Kind of ironic.