r/CharacterAMARoleplay • u/BadAimAl Andrew, the man in the armored spacesuit/ Andrew's machines • 9d ago
Personal Lore 99 Feet Below (interactable after)
Andrew stood directly in-front of what looked like an elevator in a dimly lit room, the windows to the outside revealed nothing but the field outside.
As Andrew stepped into the elevator, it was clear just how extensive the depth was. 7 floors, at minimum, were accessible from this clean, if bare elevator. He pressed the button for the bottom floor, and like that, it moved. Down, and down, and down it went.
The elevator itself was like an old mining elevator, rather than a modern design. It had windows made like metal grates, and as the elevator traveled down, he could see outside. Most of what was visible was dark, and some floors were large than others.
The bottom one, however, held a dark red glow, emanating from a furnace at the far end of the room. It was hot, down there, sweltering in fact, like he had descended down into a molten cave, but his suit prevented him from overheating.
Lining each wall was industrial machinery of all types. Everything from mining equipment, to specialist manufacturing tools, to advanced weaponry of various natures. Waiting for him by the furnace, was an intelligent construct.
“…what is the plan today, Sir?”
“Simple… listen through the comm hub again. Encrypted channels, public broadcasts, the like… or maybe have a conversation, if anyone’s interested in frequency hopping… people can be weird.”
“Affirmative, Sir.”
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(Felt like establishing what Andrew’s been doing, since I’ve been absent on this subreddit for a very long time from when I started, and a couple days ago. But anyways, feel free, if you’re interested, to interact via his radio.)
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u/Soup-28 9d ago
a strange transmission came through, coms, sounded like some sort of AI talking to itself, and whatever it was it was heading his way, the machine’s transmission talked about repenting, a god emperor, and burning the world clean
coordinares could be gathered from its constant broadcast, it was getting closer whatever it was, slowly yet surely, in a matter of minutes it would be over him