We move away from the ship and take a look at the going-ons of two mooksmoronsdeadmenwalking scientists at their stations, discussing their insidious plans and experiments.
"Hey, why do we call this place a lair?"
Yup. Super insidious. The other guy looked away from his computer to his compatriot, one eye narrowed at the man who asked the question.
"... Why are you asking?"
"Well, a lair implies a singular building that someone uses as a base of operations, right?"
"I think there's supposed to be a level of seclusion involved, but that's the gist of it, yeah."
"Right, seclusion. Does this place have that?"
A good question! When we zoom out to view the building's exterior, we see that the last bastion of 'experimentation' was repurposed from an old schoolground complex. Multiple electrified fences to keep out the groundpounders surrounded the premises, with turrets on the rooftops to keep the keese and flying viral carriers out of the area. While not bad for a fortified location, it was actually kind of conspicuous.
"We tried for seclusion before, remember what happened to Alpha Base? We can't even look at the forest their hidden in anymore."
"Okay, so since we don't have seclusion, why do we still call this place a lair?"
"Look, the bigwigs decided to call it that. It doesn't mean anything."
"But shouldn't the name of the installation reflect it's surroundings more accurately?"
Before the completely inane conversation could continue, the computer started to give off warning klaxons. "The hell is it this time?" The man turned back to his station, and pulled up the visual feed, spotting a strange, humanoid shape approaching the front gates from a distance "Is that zombie coming up alone?"
The other guy leaned over to stare at the screen. "Wait, its movements are too mechanical for a zombie. The head's too level, if it were a zombie or organic, you'd see some shakiness there." The scientist frowned. "That antennae array looks familliar..." He muttered to himself as he spun back to his own station, typing away to try and discern where he'd seen them before.
"Wait, are we dealing with some kind of robot?" His colleague gaped at the man he had been talking shop with moments before. "Can our defenses handle that sort of thing?"
1/AT THE SCIENTIST'S EVIL LAIR...
mooksmoronsdeadmenwalkingscientists at their stations, discussing their insidious plans and experiments."Hey, why do we call this place a lair?"
Yup. Super insidious. The other guy looked away from his computer to his compatriot, one eye narrowed at the man who asked the question.
"... Why are you asking?"
"Well, a lair implies a singular building that someone uses as a base of operations, right?"
"I think there's supposed to be a level of seclusion involved, but that's the gist of it, yeah."
"Right, seclusion. Does this place have that?"
A good question! When we zoom out to view the building's exterior, we see that the last bastion of 'experimentation' was repurposed from an old schoolground complex. Multiple electrified fences to keep out the groundpounders surrounded the premises, with turrets on the rooftops to keep the keese and flying viral carriers out of the area. While not bad for a fortified location, it was actually kind of conspicuous.
"We tried for seclusion before, remember what happened to Alpha Base? We can't even look at the forest their hidden in anymore."
"Okay, so since we don't have seclusion, why do we still call this place a lair?"
"Look, the bigwigs decided to call it that. It doesn't mean anything."
"But shouldn't the name of the installation reflect it's surroundings more accurately?"
Before the completely inane conversation could continue, the computer started to give off warning klaxons. "The hell is it this time?" The man turned back to his station, and pulled up the visual feed, spotting a strange, humanoid shape approaching the front gates from a distance "Is that zombie coming up alone?"
The other guy leaned over to stare at the screen. "Wait, its movements are too mechanical for a zombie. The head's too level, if it were a zombie or organic, you'd see some shakiness there." The scientist frowned. "That antennae array looks familliar..." He muttered to himself as he spun back to his own station, typing away to try and discern where he'd seen them before.
"Wait, are we dealing with some kind of robot?" His colleague gaped at the man he had been talking shop with moments before. "Can our defenses handle that sort of thing?"
"That's not just any robot-!"