
The elevator opened up, revealing the perpetrator from before. Still, shrouded in the pitch black darkness of this place, she began to chuckle under her breath while stepping into the room. "There's no power down here, it appears. That's no fun." The room was still a circular place, but there seemed to be an opening into the larger complex. She moved carefully out into the room and kicked something.
"Ahh, here they are.. these are the Force Metal canisters," she felt along the ridges of the crates. She would hit big now.
"Nobody asked for thieves to be here!" An angry reploid from the darkness shouted at her. "This is MY smuggling ring, and you aren't apart of it."
"Now now, Gardonell. Perhaps you should judge who you're about to combat before challenging them," a more cunning speaker answered directly to this 'Gardonell' person.
"Cordell... why do I have a feeling I'm cornered?"
"Why don't you both come out to show yourself?" She asked arrogantly, feeling for her viny whip. She cracked the weapon against the nearby wall, to let them hear and wonder.
"Wait... oh no! I know who you are..."
"I've already got what I came for," the Cordell person laughed maniacally. "Obey, Gardonell! Enjoy your little cadre of bandits while they last!" As quick as that, she could witness an IT beam exit the place.
"It's just you and me, now Mr. Gardonell.." She laughed softly, moving farther into the big circular room. "Now you can't run away..."






















