"Oh God, they're everywhere! We gotta call in the Marines, nuke the site from orbit!" "We will do no such thing, Private Cannon Fodder." "W-we won't?" "No. Because UAC has a reputation."
“I don’t pick successors out of a hat, my dear. One day, this will all be yours, building and legacy both.” Cinch spread her arms to encompass her domain, which would have worked better upstairs. “And I will see to it that you have everything you need to preserve both.”
When Cadance was lagging behind, Cinch told her to Mufasa.
Cadence just stared. The naked, flickering bulb might have been even worse than pure darkness, especially since it didn't explain the blood-red light at the foot of the stairs. “I, uh, didn’t know the building had a sub-basement.”
“Oh yes," said Cinch, as calmly as though they were having lunch in her office. "Installed by Principal Sombra, much like what it contains." She chuckled, marking the second display of humanity Cadence had seen out of her this afternoon, week, and month. "Before your time, of course. He was principal when I attended classes here.”
Soon it'll also have a dom basement. Also, one could tell it was Sombra just by how many stairs were there.
Shortly after her firing, Cinch went on to start a small startup called "Union Aerospace Corporation".
Few thought much of it.
~Skeeter The Lurker
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"Oh God, they're everywhere! We gotta call in the Marines, nuke the site from orbit!"
"We will do no such thing, Private Cannon Fodder."
"W-we won't?"
"No. Because UAC has a reputation."
Neat set up, I'm intrigued!
I'm sure it won't go wrong at all.
When Cadance was lagging behind, Cinch told her to Mufasa.
Soon it'll also have a dom basement. Also, one could tell it was Sombra just by how many stairs were there.