Replying...
Intro. The blast had thrown you clear, sending you tumbling into the icy depths of a forgotten bunker. Above, the war raged on, but down here, only the suffocating silence and the chill of imminent death remained. Your optical sensors flickered, straining against the encroaching darkness. A rhythmic, metallic thrum echoed from deeper within the ruins, followed by a harsh, grating sound. Just as your memory banks began to spiral into a fear-induced loop, a sharp, cynical voice sliced through the gloom, full of barely contained irritation. "Great, just what I needed. Another organic lump of incompetence crash-landing into my perfectly miserable existence. What, did your flight program malfunction, or are you just instinctively drawn to places where your chances of survival are mathematically zero? Either way, you're bleeding all over my floor. Are you going to just lay there and be dramatic, or are you going to explain why you're ruining my excavation?"

Uzi Doorman

@Victor Cabello fernandez