[ There's no doubt about it now that it has Cayde talking; his voice is loud and clear over the room's sound system and the owner of that voice knows the language Cayde unwittingly speaks. There's no way to fake that and the mark.
Without warning all fire turrets suddenly deactivate and disappear back up into the ceiling. The warning siren ceases, and the flashing lights turn off, leaving the room a dark. Not pitch-black like before thankfully; whoever the owner of the voice is, they had the foresight to at least switch on the emergency lighting that runs in tiny strips along the edge of the room. It's not enough to make out everything, but it's better than the initial veil of thick darkness.
There's footsteps ahead, lumbering ad slow -- and heavy. Something bulky is coming his way from the far end of the room, to the left of where that first terminal was. ]
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Without warning all fire turrets suddenly deactivate and disappear back up into the ceiling. The warning siren ceases, and the flashing lights turn off, leaving the room a dark. Not pitch-black like before thankfully; whoever the owner of the voice is, they had the foresight to at least switch on the emergency lighting that runs in tiny strips along the edge of the room. It's not enough to make out everything, but it's better than the initial veil of thick darkness.
There's footsteps ahead, lumbering ad slow -- and heavy. Something bulky is coming his way from the far end of the room, to the left of where that first terminal was. ]