User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/1-1/1

I decided to step into the cargo unit, with it mangled with Grotesque corpse and all.

Probably not the smartest move. Upon entering the cargo unit, the first thing I noticed is the stench of blood and gore. Upper torsos the size of adult men were present. I can't discern their faces -its mauled beyond recognition. Even if I want to give them a cremation, I can't risk burning the rest of the cargo's content, I'll leave it to the officers.

Next, the goods their supposed to be delivering- A series of steel boxes being topped over. Most of them are broken. I can feel a large concentration of magic energy emanating within them. They're probably the source of the large heat signal. Maybe Red knows more about it.

.... Huh? What's that faint humming sound? Whatever.


 * Nelo: Hello. Is Red around?
 * Red: <>
 * Nelo: I destroyed all 4 of the Grotesques.
 * Red: <>
 * Nelo: Huh.
 * Red: <>
 * Nelo: Cool~ Anyway, I'm inside the cargo. Sorry, no survivors.
 * Red: <<...Understood. It's kinda expected with these kind of attacks.>>
 * Nelo: What're they delivering anyway?
 * Red: <>
 * Nelo: What's wrong?
 * Red: <>
 * Nelo: Getting the hell out now.

As I attempted leave, the humming sound grew larger and larger. The entire cargo began to shake violently. Seams and cracks within the cargo quickly sealed off by Grotesque's flesh. That Grotesque still alive!? I attempted to rush towards the entrance, but- I hear a sound. The humming sound began ringing over my head. It's volume increasing louder and louder. Disorientation kicks in, and I find myself drained by the ringing sound.

As I collapse, the humming sound became clearer and clearer; the last thing I hear is&mdash; "▂▂▃▃▅▅■■■■ーーliege" The unstable mana fuel mixed with the Grotesque's interferance triggers a explosion beyond the norm, taking out everything within the cargo unit. The ensuing shockwave echoed far and wide, reaching even to the station. YOU DIED.