[QUEST] 3?GP - Maelstrom Talk Radio

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We may, get back to this part of the Maelstrom sometime, whether it be the places or people. But for now, I will leave you with the final pieces. It has been cut shorter than originally planned due to the arrival of new footage. Anyhow,
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The Ranger successfully ferries all they rescued to where they wish to be. The shade of a dead memory, oddly, decides to stick with the ranger. The others take refuge at the nearby station for the moment, which successfully has remained safe. Though, the original trio had actually managed a solution that was unexpected. They managed to befriend the infestation and help the station find a healthy coexistence. The ranger itself continues its wandering.

All is well, for the most part. I will now move onto the main part of today's broadcast

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Specifically, next up is a story that...will require viewer discretion. Please heed the attached content warnings. As another note, this is a story that's a peek beyond the Maelstrom.
Unfortunately there is no interactive portion. It is simply what it is.

Show ContentContent Warnings::

Discussions of Deaths, Very Unethical Science, Kidnapping, Forced Injection

The title of this story, is ADMINISTRATIVE REVIEW

Show ContentADMINISTRATIVE REVIEW - PEEKS BEYOND THE MAELSTROM:

A wolf in a labcoat sits across from its administrator's desk. The air is chilling.
The ADMINISTRATOR appears to be some sort of draconic thing, though it seems unreal, a more geometric
and abstract being, which space seems to shudder around.

ADMINISTRATOR: Researcher Chevron...what am I going to do with you...
ADMINISTRATOR: I've already told you, I despise wastefulness.

The ADMINISTRATOR sighs, with a static buzz that fills the room. It rests its snout against a claw.

ADMINISTRATOR: What's more, you allowed for the expiration of numerous test subjects.

The researcher shakes a bit, coming up with a hollow excuse.
CHEVRON: I, was doing my best, your honor.

ADMINISTRATOR: Countless times...I told you last time it was your last warning.
ADMINISTRATOR: And such deadly trials continue...without results of worth.
ADMINISTRATOR: It's so hard to get new test subjects. You really should have taken my advice to refocus to safer experiments.

CHEVRON: I, there, are many, important and crucial advancements that can made, by pushing people in esoteric and unfamiliar circumstances.

The ADMINISTRATOR pauses for a moment, staring the researcher down.

ADMINISTRATOR: You're absolutely right. I will...let you prove yourself, if you are willing to personally undertake a research project of mine.

The researcher relaxes, this, could be a good thing. Truly, what providence to be able to do more valuable work.

CHEVRON: Oh, of course, your excellency.

The ADMINISTRATOR cracks a smile unnaturally wide. It feels as if it spans past its face to touch the walls.

ADMINISTRATOR: I am, so delighted that you agree. The pact is sealed.
ADMINISTRATOR: It's lovely to get my claws on an intelligent and shrewd test subject, already familiar with so many of the exotic materials at our disposal.

The researcher is frozen in shock. Taken aback by the weight of the situation.
Before they gather themself, the ADMINISTRATOR has seemingly disappeared.
Worse, they feel a massive cold claw on their shoulder. Their body feels numb. A prick presses into their back.

ADMINISTRATOR: Good night, Test Subject Delta-Zero. And good luck. You will certainly...need it.
The researcher's sight fades to black, the echoing cackle of the ADMINISTRATOR serving as a lullaby.