[h2] Erubescan Citadel[/h2]




[b]"Unknown individual entry on ground floor. Main entrance. Iris scan not on file. Please confirm identity."[/b]
A voice spoke across the Citadel intercom, and into the earpieces of present staff on open channels all over the sprawling base. 

A familiar voice for most, albeit not a very human one. It was vaguely female, perhaps, but seemed noticably artificial and pitch-corrected, a kind of robotic distortion on the vowels, pronunciations not quite in the right place, and everything spoken at a lifeless monotone. It was the unmistakable voice of SCEPTRE, the Citadel's defence system, information, and all-seeing eye at the lense of every camera and sensor inside the fortress' walls.

Every movement taking place within the Citadel was scrutinised.

Of course, everyone in Erubesco was free to do as they pleased. They weren't [i]oppressed[/i] like the people of Liberty. 

But this was the heart of Erubescan military defence and research on the continent. 

And, well, if you had nothing to hide, you had nothing to fear. 


Somewhere in the armoured core of the base, in a dark room illuminated only by the glow of blinking processor lights, a figure was sat across a high backed office chair. Their back was leaned up against one arm, and legs, covered in a close-fitting black utility suit, were hooked over the other. From the individual's back stretched a chaotic fall of wiring and cables that twisted together and ran to sockets in the ceiling and walls. 

 A cardboard cup of coffee sat in her hands. 
The caffeine wasn't necessary. 

A direct connection into comms meant an earpiece was wholly unneeded. 
When SCEPTRE spoke, the Citadel heard. 
And refusing the entreaties of the controller of the base's weapons systems was something anyone did at their peril.

[b]"Staff have twenty seconds to confirm identity of unknown party before defence protocols are initiated. 
Nineteen. 
Eighteen-"[/b]