Project Epsilon

[Osilon]

The hallways of Sub-level 15 were winding and many, almost losing the crew of the Diomedes several times before they reached their destination. A dusty freight elevator rose to the surface, one patron within. Jasmine greeted the crew with a small bow, looking across the group. "Bonjour" She said, stepping aside to let the crew enter, offering each of them a pair of blacked-out goggles. "Put these on. I'd hate to see any of you blind yourselves after what you've enabled us to do." As the last of the group entered the elevator, it began to descend, leaving the lone guard drone standing at the entrance to the sister's secret fortress.
The elevator descended in almost total darkness, illuminated only by the dim bulb, for several minutes. Then, a sharp CLANG, CLANG, CLANG started to echo in the distance. Machines, the gentle humming of engines and the hiss of some kind of high-power tool. The elevator dropped from the main shaft, supported only by two rails as it fell, giving the crew a clear look of the nigh-army of drones below. Tall, laser-bearing drones cut away the wrecked debris that filled the hangar, while large crab-esque walkers dragged them away. Hovering cameras oversaw the whole process as it took place, and small swarms that almost looked like water scrabbled around in small groups. In a corner, more drones were already being assembled by their kin.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.