Sorry guys. I know that the story is not that great but I am open for any helpful tip.
" I'm having some technical difficulties (cough,cough). I need some assistance, 'set'."
Alright Nick, sending assistance and it is your favorite.
Ñ:"(shrieks in excitement)"
'Sounds of someone operating the system scanner.'
SS: Authorized personnel identified. Opening the Master Communication Room.
"I'm here Nick. Any problems?"
Ñ:Nah just a little smoke. No need to worry, B7.(Approaching SS) I don't even know why we try using that thing.
B7: I think trying to communicate with external beings is worth it.
Ñ: External? Whatever let's just go. (Operates SS).
SS: Authorized personnel identified. Closing the Master Communication Room.
Ñ: These SSs make me feel uneasy just thinking about the amount of radiation just being pumped into your system with every usage.
B7: Don't worry its not like you'll live long enough for it to start taking effect.
Ñ: Aye Aye Captain. How about you? Are you ready for the new recruits?
B7: .....
Ñ: Ayt let's go to our simulation tanks.
They approach cuboid shaped tanks which are see through from the outside and a dynamic simulation on the inside.
ST: Simulation pending awaiting level selection.
Ñ: I'm selecting hard mode. What about you?
B7: Bludgeon.
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