Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160109214736

Carter was so confused. He glanced around at where they were in a hall. They'd recently climbed some stairs, back down the hall, and appeared to be on a second floor of some kind. There was various boxes and furniture around, apparently some kind of storage area for the laboratory section of the station.

"You are talking to me through a data chip.  Which is in my helmet." Carter explained. "Perhaps it has a video feed and you're just seeing the interior of that?  I think I see your face here on my HUD."

"Hey, Webb." Jameson called. A short, wiry man came over, but he was decked to the nines with explosives and all kinds of awesome gear: the squad's demolitions specalist.

Jameson handed the man a curved Ripper.

"Cut a hole in the floor where I marked."

Webb nodded, dropped to a crouch, and went about his duty. As the metal met metal, a screetching sound sounded throughout the halls.

"You have to remember that this place is only ten years old, and it was built from the ground up for that very purpose.  To be perfection.  Theres no poverty because everyone who comes here has a job waiting, and there is no hunger because there is an abundance of food to be had.  They were, in a way, set up for success.  That doesn't make this place a fraud, in fact it makes it's success all that more amazing, you just have to take the tools it had at it's disposal into account."