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Wild Calling Lily
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[Finger claws then. Now that that's solved...]
You slowly come to wakefulness. You're in a dark room, lying on a table. There's large vats of fluid lining the wall to the east, they're misted over with frost, and come to think of it it's pretty cold in this room. The wall to the east is covered with large, metallic lockers and the walls to the north and south both have doors with what you recognize as mechanical lock systems installed. Without the proper key you'd need a set of tools (much like the ones integrated into your body) to get the doors to open.
For a brief moment you think you're alone, then you see someone fiddling with a portable monitor, he's seated on an old chair and the monitor is on a table that was probably scavenged from a maintanence room that hasn't seen a visitor in a century. The person in the chair is normal enough, two arms, two legs, a head wearing some sort of visored helmet and an enormous backpack that has a pair of vectored thrusters built into it.
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