11-30-2021, 10:17 PM
Ouray was, by all metrics, not a pleasant place. A former mining station turned Xeno base of operations, it was cramped, with low, narrow hallways hewn straight into the rock, uncomfortably compact quarters nestled between air ventilation fans incessantly whirring and exposed power generators unnervingly buzzing and sputtering. Loud men - and, occasionally, women - ran down the corridors, shouting and boasting. Occasional klaxons blared, causing the station to erupt into chaos as crews scrambled to their stations and pilots hurried for the hangars.
It was, by all accounts, not an easy place to get a good night's sleep.
Damien Morreti, the Xenos' infamous Cobra, was nonetheless trying his best to do just that. Tucked into his cot in relative comfort, he had successfully blended out the ceaseless cacophony that Ouray put out and fallen into a pleasant slumber after a day's hard work managing Liberty's premier insurgency. He needed the sleep desperately. And so he peacefully dozed, likely dreaming of quieter days and more comfortable mattresses.
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His neural net link buzzed. Quietly, at first. Then loudly. Then it rang with determined insistence. It would be answered or die trying.
It was, by all accounts, not an easy place to get a good night's sleep.
Damien Morreti, the Xenos' infamous Cobra, was nonetheless trying his best to do just that. Tucked into his cot in relative comfort, he had successfully blended out the ceaseless cacophony that Ouray put out and fallen into a pleasant slumber after a day's hard work managing Liberty's premier insurgency. He needed the sleep desperately. And so he peacefully dozed, likely dreaming of quieter days and more comfortable mattresses.
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His neural net link buzzed. Quietly, at first. Then loudly. Then it rang with determined insistence. It would be answered or die trying.