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The image is crystal clear, although the audio cuts in and out erratically. Military trolls of clearly higher rank are crowded around a large window, effectively a glass wall, in some sort of viewing deck. While hard to make out, you can see what they're pointing at. The unmistakable silhouette of one of the old Queen's flagships, with two smaller, albeit still impressively sized ships docked at either side.
The audio snaps into clarity, although the shouting of the crowd drowns out any distinguishable dialogue. You do however, make out the word 'rebel'.
The audio cuts out again. Trolls continue to run in and off screen, clearly holding panicked conversations.
Then the image flickers slightly. Then again, and again. The static builds with each jump of the video feed, as if picking up momentum.
The trolls on screen have stopped moving. They've all turned to look outside.
The image continues to throb. The fuzzy figures the trolls had become suddenly begin to writhe and clutch at their heads, dropping to their knees together almost instantaneously. The entire screen explodes into pulsating, colourful static.
A piercing screech blasts from the speakers on either side of the screen, metallic and chilling. They crackle with effort.
Without warning, the image snaps back into perfect clarity. All of the trolls lay lifeless, the Queen's flagship looming in the background. The audio cuts back in- now you can hear the whirr and beeping of machinery. The video continues like that for another two minutes.
The audio snaps into clarity, although the shouting of the crowd drowns out any distinguishable dialogue. You do however, make out the word 'rebel'.
The audio cuts out again. Trolls continue to run in and off screen, clearly holding panicked conversations.
Then the image flickers slightly. Then again, and again. The static builds with each jump of the video feed, as if picking up momentum.
The trolls on screen have stopped moving. They've all turned to look outside.
The image continues to throb. The fuzzy figures the trolls had become suddenly begin to writhe and clutch at their heads, dropping to their knees together almost instantaneously. The entire screen explodes into pulsating, colourful static.
A piercing screech blasts from the speakers on either side of the screen, metallic and chilling. They crackle with effort.
Without warning, the image snaps back into perfect clarity. All of the trolls lay lifeless, the Queen's flagship looming in the background. The audio cuts back in- now you can hear the whirr and beeping of machinery. The video continues like that for another two minutes.
You turn the video off.
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Ship Log 9
