Indiana - Department of Doom

[Asgardian]

Drifting through the dead of space, the seemingly insignificant scrap of metal creaked and hummed as the heavy cables dragged it into the beyond. Suddenly, lights flickered on and off around the bulk, with smoke emanating from several sections. On closer observation, the words Indiana Department of Doom could be vaguely made out on the dented sheath at the front of what could be called a ship. Just above this inscription, a clear glass viewport stretched around what was the bridge of the ship. Inside, howling alarms and slow, strobing green lights filled the room, accompanied with the choking presence of smoke. Amongst the artificial sounds of clunking and eerie creaking, a consistent tapping was heard. Sitting at the very centre of the barren bridge, a single man sat, strumming his fingers on the armrests. Smoke swirled around his face as he deeply breathed in and out, a somewhat focused look on his face, with a hint of anger around his eyes.

All of a sudden, he came out of his trance-like state to hear a deep, harsh and somewhat crackly voice over the damaged comms system.
Malrone. You still alive over there?
He cocked one eyebrow and replied playfully,
Yeah, sure. Doin just dandy. Few hard drinks wouldnt go astray.
The voice simply snuffed over the comms and replied.
Were almost there.

The comms crackled and phased out, Malrone leant back in his chair and mumbled quietly to himself.

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