"...unfortunately, the ship logs revealed that, after escaping CRVIII, a single remaining necromorph on board the vessel violently devoured the entire family."
Veronica Corningstone curled a stray lock of sandy blonde hair behind her ear and maintained a bland, unthreatening smile as she said this. She was dressed in her most austere slate-grey pantsuit, though the makeup guy had given her too much blush this morning. As a result, she was certain that she looked like a goddamn clown.
Next to the human female sat a brawny, greenskinned alien with a bulging, lobed cranium. His oak-colored blazer went well with his yellow, reptilian eyes.
"When we reached out to the Kaalakiota station security serf for comment, they responded with a series of inhuman shrieks and guttural howls." Morbo grunted.
"Unsure times seem to be in store for the people of Kaalakiota corporation indeed." Veronica said gravely. She did her best not to flinch as Morbo grunted and ugly laugh.
"Hah! Morbo has no sympathy for weakling humans unable to protect their young! But now, sports." the alien howled before jogging his stack of papers on the cheap, oak desk. The CGI background behind them shifted to reveal a large, multicolored logo with the letters 'HRGP'.
"The Hyper Robo Grand Prix organization committee has announced that preparations for the next season's tournament are underway, despite the new threat of the Unmaking..." Veronica smiled, swiveling in her chair with expert subtlety.
"For those feeble weaklings among you unfamiliar with the Hyper Robo Grand Prix, it is a tournament based on large mechanical robot-suits, piloted by daring gladiators in a series of performance challenges." Morbo interjected, totally off-prompt.
"...for more information, we go now to our event correspondent, Dwayne Johnson. Rock, how does the committe plan to proceed?"
The video feed cut to Mr. The Rock himself, dressed in a cheap grey suit, standing in front of the Palace Dulmare in the city of Markov.
"Thank you Veronica. Yess indeed, you can definitely smell something cooking here in Cytokine's kitchen. I have with me here, the Mean Aquamarine herself, Aria T'Loak."
The Allari woman standing next to Dwayne widened her eyes in indignation, but breathed to regain her composure.
"Aria, how Cytokine gonna host a giant robot tournament when you have The Fade running fades all over Cevanti?" the wrestler said, crossing his arms expectantly.
"Indeed. I can see where some people might be confused, but Cytokine has a knack for solving problems. In this case, we're putting our faith in the noble heroes of the Crossroads. As soon as The Fade is dealt with, we can start announcing teams, this season's rules, and sponsors." she shrugged. Dwayne stared at the ground for a moment in apparent, deep thought.
"...that kinda sounds like Cytokine wants someone else to fix their problems." he said slowly. Aria shrugged.
"If people wanna see giant robot tournaments, they gotta make room for us to do it. We already spend enough money organizing the whole thing." she said with a dismissive wave.
"Word. Well y'all heard it here first, folks. If the Hyper Robo Grand Prix is gonna happen, someone is gonna have to get Primetime on Fade's ass. That's all here from Markov, back atcha Sugarstone."
Veronica Corningstone curled a stray lock of sandy blonde hair behind her ear and maintained a bland, unthreatening smile as she said this. She was dressed in her most austere slate-grey pantsuit, though the makeup guy had given her too much blush this morning. As a result, she was certain that she looked like a goddamn clown.
Next to the human female sat a brawny, greenskinned alien with a bulging, lobed cranium. His oak-colored blazer went well with his yellow, reptilian eyes.
"When we reached out to the Kaalakiota station security serf for comment, they responded with a series of inhuman shrieks and guttural howls." Morbo grunted.
"Unsure times seem to be in store for the people of Kaalakiota corporation indeed." Veronica said gravely. She did her best not to flinch as Morbo grunted and ugly laugh.
"Hah! Morbo has no sympathy for weakling humans unable to protect their young! But now, sports." the alien howled before jogging his stack of papers on the cheap, oak desk. The CGI background behind them shifted to reveal a large, multicolored logo with the letters 'HRGP'.
"The Hyper Robo Grand Prix organization committee has announced that preparations for the next season's tournament are underway, despite the new threat of the Unmaking..." Veronica smiled, swiveling in her chair with expert subtlety.
"For those feeble weaklings among you unfamiliar with the Hyper Robo Grand Prix, it is a tournament based on large mechanical robot-suits, piloted by daring gladiators in a series of performance challenges." Morbo interjected, totally off-prompt.
"...for more information, we go now to our event correspondent, Dwayne Johnson. Rock, how does the committe plan to proceed?"
The video feed cut to Mr. The Rock himself, dressed in a cheap grey suit, standing in front of the Palace Dulmare in the city of Markov.
"Thank you Veronica. Yess indeed, you can definitely smell something cooking here in Cytokine's kitchen. I have with me here, the Mean Aquamarine herself, Aria T'Loak."
The Allari woman standing next to Dwayne widened her eyes in indignation, but breathed to regain her composure.
"Aria, how Cytokine gonna host a giant robot tournament when you have The Fade running fades all over Cevanti?" the wrestler said, crossing his arms expectantly.
"Indeed. I can see where some people might be confused, but Cytokine has a knack for solving problems. In this case, we're putting our faith in the noble heroes of the Crossroads. As soon as The Fade is dealt with, we can start announcing teams, this season's rules, and sponsors." she shrugged. Dwayne stared at the ground for a moment in apparent, deep thought.
"...that kinda sounds like Cytokine wants someone else to fix their problems." he said slowly. Aria shrugged.
"If people wanna see giant robot tournaments, they gotta make room for us to do it. We already spend enough money organizing the whole thing." she said with a dismissive wave.
"Word. Well y'all heard it here first, folks. If the Hyper Robo Grand Prix is gonna happen, someone is gonna have to get Primetime on Fade's ass. That's all here from Markov, back atcha Sugarstone."