The Shadows of Newcastle

[BaconSoda]

Lord Anthony Grenville sat brooding in his personal office in the Hub, sifting through the quagmire of files regarding the Sunderland Research Center and the duties of the Battleship Grimsby. Very little was available to the Home Secretary, as it was mostly out of his jurisdiction, but Grenville hoped he could bypass that small detail.

Initiating Connection....
Query: Sunderland Research Station
Password Required - Please input password
******* ****
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Identity Check Required - Please Input Personal Identification Code: George Mountbatten
*****-****
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Emergency Override Initiated
Gathering Information on query
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Information Received
Subquery: Shield Generators
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Design: Alien
Composition: 62.3% Molecular, 23.7% Graviton, 12.8% Positron, 1.2% Alien
Sector 1 Integrity: Stable
Sector 2 Integrity: Stable
Sector 3 Integrity: Stable
Sector 4 Integrity: Broken

Subquery: Sectors
Sector 1: Side facing Sunderland Research Station. Physically comprises furthest particles from main compound.
Sector 2: Farthest side from Sunderland Research Station. Physically comprises outer shell of main compound.
Sector 3: Underside of compound. Physically outer core of station, representing the edge of scanned areas.
Sector 4: Upperside of compound. Physically inner core of unreached area of compound.

Subquery: Dormancy
Compound appears dormant. No known entrances available to human kind.

Subquery: Excavation
Excavation of compound for study underway in sector 4. Excavation undergone by low-power laser weapons, subclass civilian. Structural Integrity remains intact. Sector 3 remains unreached.

Subquery: Artifacts
No technological artifacts found within Sunderland Research Site. Scans indicate vaults within sector 3.

Subquery: Subjects
No subjects found within Sunderland Research Site. Scans show no dormant subjects within.

Subquery: End
Connection Terminated

Grenville leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin and thinking deeply. He reached for the console's power, smiling briefly. After the console had powered down, Grenville rose and approached the door, grabbing his trench coat from the coat rack next to the door. Donning this and his hat, he retired from his office, quite content in his findings.

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[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.