A/N: So… my knowledge of star wars extends only to the movies, the Clone Wars series, and the dozens of videos I've seen talking about the extended universe. Now to be fair, I'm pretty sure I know a good bit more than the average person, but most of my information about the universe will be coming from my beta. If I get something wrong, please tell me. Seriously, it can be as small as a name spelling and I will be eternally grateful.
Disclaimer: We don't own star wars. It belongs to Disney.
Beta: Robocop3301
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The first thing we noticed about our new surroundings was that the air was nigh unbreathable. The air was shrouded in thick orange-red fog, and it was dark enough that we were barely able to see a few feet in front of us.
"Jarod! Wher- *cough* Where are you?!" I called out, wondering where he was.
If the first thing you're told when pulled from your universe and stuck into another is "I'm bored… Entertain me.", you should know that you're very, very screwed. Suffice to say, this particularly snobbish ROB wanted us to be sufficiently miserable.
"Over here! Come on we need to get somewhere… less terrible." Jarod called out to my left.
Turning in his direction, I saw a rough outline of where he was, and we quickly started walking. We eventually hit a massive metal wall, which seemed to stretch on for a good while. Still following the wall, we found what felt like a door in the wall. Considering the handle attached to it and the way it swung open when we pulled, I'd say we were right.
Entering the room we found that the air was a good bit cleaner, if still very stale.
"Jarod, I know the air is at least breathable in here, but I still can't see a thing!" I called out into the darkness, feeling along the wall for some kind of switch.
My hand eventually found a button, that when pressed, caused the room to light up. Looking around, I saw Jarod doing the same thing I had been doing on the opposite wall. Looking around the room, I saw that it was quite different from anything in our home universe.
The room was an off-white color, clearly very old and in a state of disrepair, but serviceable enough. A few chairs bolted to the floor here, a table there, and several computers built into the wall. There were two doors at the other end of the room, but where either of them went we didn't know.
"Okay. It's established that we are currently not on Earth… or, well, at least not our Earth." I said sarcastically.
I walked over to one of the computer panels, pressing a few buttons and trying to turn the thing on. The keys were worn, the letters having obviously worn off from age. Eventually, I seemed to hit the right button, as the console came to life.
The screen flashed white, before several letters in some language I didn't recognize came up.
Meanwhile, Jarod walked over to one of the doors and opened it revealing a storage room holding several crates stacked on top of one another. He opened one of the crates and found nothing but dust and tiny bits of metal that looked eroded.
Looking around the room, Jarod spotted a metal rod hanging from the wall, "Hey Michael, you think anything will try to attack us out here?"
I turned from the continually frustrating computer towards Jarod, "Knowing the ROB's words were, 'entertain me'? Pretty likely." I said before returning to the machine.
"Well, you didn't have to be sarcastic about it." Jarod shot back before ripping the metal rod off of the wall.
The machine kept beeping at me, showing more lines of text that I was unable to read. Judging by its shape, it looked like some mix between English and Russian. What frustrated me even more, was the fact that they keyboard was shaped differently than a standard American one, meaning I had no clue where any of the keys were.
Growling, I bashed the side of the monitor before turning towards the rest of the room, leaving the computer to its mechanical mischief.
"So what do we have? A computer that hates me, a metal pipe, and the clothes on our backs." I summarized.
"And a lot of dust. Plus our brains, pretty sure those are important." Jarod added.
Rolling my eyes, I looked to the door that had yet to be opened, and proceeded to open it. A dark hallway was soon lit up, with a staircase at the end of it.
"Well isn't this a horror movie." I said dryly.
"First rule of horror movies: Don't split up. Second rule: Use Common Sense." Jarod said with mirth.
I once again rolled my eyes, before proceeding into the hallway. There was very little to explore, a few locked doors, a few more crates filled with dust, and an unlocked door at the end of the hall. Opening it, we found ourselves in a wide open area that looked an awful lot like a cafeteria.
Looking around, we found a few signs with more of that English-Russian text, and after following some of them, we found the kitchen.
"YES, FOOD!" Jarod called out as opened one of the cabinets. Reaching into it, he barely touched one of the boxes of what he assumed was food, before the whole thing fell in on itself, disintegrating.
"Dang it."
Moving towards a rather large door, I tugged on the handle, trying to open it. Unfortunately, it was stuck, "Hey Jarod, help me try and get this open." I asked my partner.
Moving to assist me, we both pulled on the large handles, and we managed to get the door to budge a few inches, air rushing into the area. It became easier to open after that, and we managed to open it enough for us to get inside.
Stacked well to the ceiling, were crates with more of that language plastered all over it. Inside were more of those boxes that looked to be MRE's, except this time they didn't crumble into dust.
"Yes! We're Saved!" exclaimed Jarod who then did a little victory dance while doing the Zelda item catching theme.
I rolled my eyes at Jarod's antics, before reaching up and pulling out another of the crates, which contained more MRE's. We started off by opening and eating the MRE's, managing to identify a few of the contents, such as pasta, beans, and what tasted suspiciously like chicken.
"Hey, have you noticed how well preserved this place looks?" I asked my compatriot.
Looking up from his meal and swallowing his food, he shrugged, "It seems better preserved the further we go in. My guess is whatever this place is has been here for years, maybe even decades considering the state of the food." he offered.
I nodded, accepting his observation.
After we finished eating, we began exploring again. Many of the rooms we discovered looked like living spaces, with what appeared to be an engine room and a bridge.
"So… considering everything we're seeing. Spaceship?" I asked curiously.
"What would a spaceship be doing in a place like this? If I were to hazard a guess I'd say we're a good bit underground." Jarod argued.
I shrugged, setting the remains of the MRE to the side. Contrary to popular belief, MRE's did not taste like crap. No, they didn't taste amazing, but I've had worse fast-food. Though considering many people lived off of them, I could understand that they started getting rather bland.
I got up and began looking around at the many rooms lining the walls. Eventually, I found a room the resembled a storage room much like the one we opened, except that this room held guns. Lot's, and lot's, of guns.
"Holy~ crap…" I muttered to myself as I gazed in wonder at the vast armory before me.
Guns lined the walls, armor stood on stands and there were even more boxes that were bound to house even more armaments. Jarod immediately picked up the biggest gun he could find, shouting "MINE!"
Looking at the weapon he grabbed, it looked like a huge, bulky version of a rifle from earth, with the notable absence of a magazine. I rolled my eyes, before walking over to a large crate and opening it to view its contents. Inside was what appeared to be grenades, of all things.
"Holy Crap! Is that a grenade?!" Jarod practically shouted when he looked over my shoulder.
I blinked in confusion, bewilderment, and no small amount of excitement as I picked up one of the round devices from its foam compartment. It was built similarly to common fragmentation grenades used by modern militaries, with the pin and [trigger? clip?] in place. Setting it back down, I walked over to one of the armor stands.
The armor itself actually looked pretty realistic, kind of like a combination of stormtrooper armor and UNSC marine armor. Halo Three, not the miserable mess that was Halo Five's armor design.
One major thing I did notice, and something that didn't fit with either of the aforementioned franchises, were the gas mask like filters on the helmets, making them look almost like hazmat suits.
"So… I think we can safely say this place is military. Or if it's not, then it belongs to someone with way too much money on their hands." I remarked.
"Or a good, nice, healthy sense of paranoia." Jarod joked.
"True." I acknowledged. He may have been joking, but there was a very real possibility that was the case.
Opening more crates and discovering more weapons proved quite fruitful, as we found more grenades, what looked like battery packs - for what we had no idea - and most importantly, flashlights.
"Yes! Now we have everything we need to explore the outside."
"I CAN SEE CLEARLY, NOW THE NIGHT IS GONE!" Jarod parodied.
For probably the tenth time that day, I rolled my eyes at his antics. Now if only we could figure out where the heck we were.
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A/N: If any of you have read my other AotT stories, you'll notice how much shorter this one is. That's not me or my beta being lazy mind you, just that as I have been writing over the years I find shorter chapters to be easier to write.
Anyway, This fic should update a good bit faster than my other ones, as the rate I write at when I'm not slogging through can be… let's say eccentric. 1000 words a day is a good bit harder than it sounds.
