The sudden crackle of static made Oberon gasp in surprise, twisting slightly in brief-lived panic - he had, for in instant, seen huge insects with chittering pincers and bodies of slick, gleaming armour, seething over the counters and coming at him -<br/><br/>but it was only his imagination, and there was nothing at all to be seen but relics of life as it once was.<br/><br/>He didn’t recognise the voice that followed the rasp of empty air, and he growled, “Fucking piece of -” before he saw the camera light flick on, and twist around to him. His gun twitched up towards it instinctively, though he didn’t squeeze the trigger. “...what... fucking...” He stopped speaking for a moment, looking away from the camera, peering around. Expecting an ambush after the distraction.<br/><br/>“It is a good trick,” he said, once he was sure no one was creeping up on him. “Clever. It...” He noticed, finally, how there was no signal bars on the Krovi secure network. Everything was dead. “That piss filled bag of a mechanic is going to choke on his own radiation withered balls!”