Welp, here goes. A last stand! For justice, honor, maybe a promotion. And maybe I managed to make a difference!
Being an initiate and all, I hadn't really been down to the reactor core that often. One of the engineers was always slapping my hand when I touched the handle, said it would "melt your brain faster than a bowl of sugar bombs." Here I was, though, and it really wasn't that scary...or dangerous.
That is, unless the reactor suffered sudden bludgeoning trauma.
After an indeterminable time (I lost track of the days we'd been under lockdown, but it definitely felt like years), I'd decided it was time to try something, anything. So I followed the person I thought most guilty down here and locked the door behind me. Bravado does funny things to a rookie's mind. Now I was kneeling by one of the bunker's reactors, holding a big, fat monkeywrench in my hand.
Still, this was my role as Head Paladin, and I was damn well gonna make the most of it. Too late to back out now. Time to go Prime on this sucker. The reactor was beginning to whine, growing more and more unstable as I repeatedly buried the wrench deep inside the tin shell. It was only a matter of time now, and I dropped the wrench, searching for the exit once more as the reactor's humming grew in intensity. This place was going to become a tomb in a couple of minutes, and I didn't want to be anywhere near here.
Now where did I put that key...
That is, unless the reactor suffered sudden bludgeoning trauma.
After an indeterminable time (I lost track of the days we'd been under lockdown, but it definitely felt like years), I'd decided it was time to try something, anything. So I followed the person I thought most guilty down here and locked the door behind me. Bravado does funny things to a rookie's mind. Now I was kneeling by one of the bunker's reactors, holding a big, fat monkeywrench in my hand.
Still, this was my role as Head Paladin, and I was damn well gonna make the most of it. Too late to back out now. Time to go Prime on this sucker. The reactor was beginning to whine, growing more and more unstable as I repeatedly buried the wrench deep inside the tin shell. It was only a matter of time now, and I dropped the wrench, searching for the exit once more as the reactor's humming grew in intensity. This place was going to become a tomb in a couple of minutes, and I didn't want to be anywhere near here.
Now where did I put that key...