Home sweet home [Me + invited]

[Below Par]

Machine took a moment to collect his thoughts upon hearing the hail. Honestly, he didn't do that well.

[. . . I-It can't be. Even as exceptional and truly unique as her . . .]

{Never mind that! Oh yeah! Eternal damnation and ruin await! And yeah! It never, ever, EVER looked so good!}

[What? Who are you?]

{You. Well the part of you that thinks that way, y'know, your libido. Who cares though! Less talk - more of her!}

[Go. Away. Can't think too long. Gotta reply.]

{Whatever. That image to end all images is in your long term memory now! Party time! Later! Oh, don't act like a feeb. It'll kill the buzz. After!}

[Anyway . . .]

(Pretend you're not in. Too late. Run. Shift away. You can't even show a kill to your name, not that you deserve it. A legend like that . . . a nobody like you? It'll end in a bad way.)

[You need no introduction, take a hike, don't come back. Okay I'm no crackshot but I've other things going for me. Time to try something . . . impressive. Never hurts to put your best foot forward for those who have made their name.]

(That's a bad idea. You'll not manage a field that big, never mind two.)

[Sod. Off. Really. Don't come back. I'm concentrating here.]

\\ The phase variant is 7.2 not 7. //

[Let me guess - my techy side?]

\\ Correct, yet irrelevant. The facts are such an operation will not be stable. //

[This'd be easier if I didn't have to listen to the whole lot of you at once! Ach, the hell with it. Sometimes it's better to just turn it all up to eleven and hope for the best. After all - it doesn't make you any more or less wrong than you already are.]

With that he raised a hand in the air and, with a total lack of special effects denoting such a dramatic event - the Odin vanished from the comm screen. In the room however now stood it's pilot.

Nearly falling to his knees from an unseen hammer-blow the man took a deep breath, straightened up and said "Already done. Bay 1. Machine Reaver. At your service. Also . . . sorry. The shift didn't leave allowances for your cigarette. However, please feel free."

He offers the open pack, now in his hand, to Silver.

"I'll never forgive myself if I don't ask though, how? I'd always assumed your . . . synergy? . . . with certain forces had been in the realm of invoking, not evading."

Resuming the two lit cigarettes that were formerly resting in the ashtray, having similarly just 'appeared', Machine awaited the reply from the legendary figure stood before him.

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