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[i][b]~~~~~~Agrabah (Desert)-Empire/Trident-Class Warship~~~~~~[/b][/i]

The multiple layers of metal slamming shut, within the single door frame, came as one loud and very sudden collection of noise. Slipping back on the familiar thick coat of his, Nomis once again seemed much more focused as he passed the various machine covered walls of the adjoining rooms he made his way through. Though the vast majority of the colossal warship had to be traversed through by foot, the sight of a rather large circular and clearly powered platform within one of the rooms was more than enough to show the old ways were now over.

Once safely positioned on the metal disc, it wasn’t long before it began to finally move, bringing its sole occupant swiftly up through the dozens of levels that made up that particular section of the ship. Nomis’ soon arrived to what was clearly the control deck of the mighty ship, the room’s many groupings of monitors and terminals seemingly having no trouble working silently, while the odd few had the familiar form of one of the scientist’s cloaked assistants rooted to the spot, as if checking for mistakes from any of the other monitors.  

The various charts and graphs seemed to show rising levels of something throughout the ship, yet it all seemed to lead back to a single growing meter on one of the larger screens. Steadily rising, both the meter and numbers accompanying it grew higher as time went by rather quickly, until suddenly it would seem to reset itself but not before appearing to affect the other steady charts by raising them all in measures deemed most important to them. 

Taking a seat on the commander-like throne, a small array of new monitors soon lowered down from the room’s ceiling, positioning themselves around Nomis as if trying to give him the best view possible with anything he needed to see. While some began to show him various camera-angled images from both throughout and outside the ship, one of the arm-latched screens soon placed itself directly before the older man, the data and symbols it displayed almost immediately being joined by an already oscillating sound graph.

“[color=9e0b0f]Answer General Ryoko, this is Clacverk. I want to be informed about the current state of security concerning the Factory and its Core.[/color]” 

Though the voice that came through was more forced and dry than usual, the same cold tone was still there just like always. A rather deep guttural cough along with sounds of metal scratching against metal as Nomis rubbed his dark steel marked neck with his hand soon briefly coming through the broadcast before speaking again. 

"[color=9e0b0f]Another Core can not be lost, General. That is our priority.[/color]"