In the General Stores of the Requiem base, there sit six perfectly smooth, glass cylinders. Five of them are filled with a swirling turquoise liquid, and one, labelled only "I", is empty. At the top and base of the cylinder is a plate covered in arcane electronics, obtuse controls, and writing in what appears to be a patently fake language. There, in the darkness, the one labelled only "II" begins to glow ominously. After almost exactly 24 hours of silent illumination, it begins to emit the tiniest of hisses, and produces a small amount of teal fog. After a few minutes, a door opens on the side of the "II" cylinder, allowing a short, squat, somewhat hairy human to emerge. He holds his head up high, struts into the General Stores area, and realizes that he was not packed with a uniform. Silently, avoiding the gaze of lights and guards, like in a game he once played, he sneaks his way into the barracks. As he starts to scope the room out, he hears a strange whirring, and turns to find himself face to face with a bucket.
MaxII: "...hi."
Broomy: "Hiya, pardner!"
MaxII: "What...are you?"
Broomy: "I'm here to kick ass and chew bubblegum!"
MaxII suddenly burst into a huge grin. Here before him was a pseudo-atomaton, apparently made of a broom and a bucket, and possibly some RC toys. It seemed to flail in the most inhuman manner possible, and spoke in a stilted pre-recorded voice, but it still had a bunk in the same room as MaxII, including a locker full of gauss weaponry and not much else. There was a gauss pistol duct taped to the broom handle.
MaxII: "Are you a soldier, roomy?"
Broomy: "I'm the broom that likes the booooom!"
MaxII: "You and I are going to get along just fine, Broomy."
MaxII walks over to MaxI's locker, slips on a wetsuit, and looks sadly at the pitiful gun in the locker. There is a universal truth: None of the allium scum like being blown up. Max resolved to get some better, higher caliber, and more explosive weaponry. After patting Broomy on the bucket, he started to walk toward the office to procure some requisition forms, when he heard a voice. The bucket boomed:
Broomy: "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender."
MaxII: "Fuck yeah, we will, buddy. Those allium bastards are goin' down."
Broomy: "THIS...IS MY BOOMSTICK!"
With that, MaxII turned and walked down the hall.
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