[ Compared to the last nightmare he'd fallen into, for one disoriented moment M-21 could almost think this one was his. The harsh lights, the cold inorganic smell... it feels very like the lab he'd first woken up in. Enough that it takes him a second to absorb that the line of subjects aren't humans — former humans — at all. He's still processing that when the first sapling drops lifeless to the ground, and a jolt of nauseating familiarity goes through him. ]
What the hell...
[ Trahearne's voice snaps him out of his stupor. He looks frantically between the familiar face and the controls, hardly needing Trahearne's panic to spur on his own. Even if this were M-21's era of technology, finesse isn't exactly his strong point. ]
Just — just hit all of them! There must be a power source here somewhere.
[ He casts a gaze around looking for anything that he'd recognize as one. Breaking something has to be much faster than finding the right lever. ]
no subject
What the hell...
[ Trahearne's voice snaps him out of his stupor. He looks frantically between the familiar face and the controls, hardly needing Trahearne's panic to spur on his own. Even if this were M-21's era of technology, finesse isn't exactly his strong point. ]
Just — just hit all of them! There must be a power source here somewhere.
[ He casts a gaze around looking for anything that he'd recognize as one. Breaking something has to be much faster than finding the right lever. ]