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A video is uploaded on the account. Any text or numbers annotated on the film seem to be in a language unlike any human or alternian language. It looks like it is covering various feeds being recorded out of security cameras focusing on what looks to be a science facility of some kind, but it's foreign architecture of whites, dark greys, and blues do not really elaborate on where this could be. The feeds cover various areas within the facility, flicking between several sights.
The pristine halls, of which figures adorned in strange clothes go to and fro at a casual pace, going about their jobs. Though there were some discrepancies, they all have a uniform of sorts. Something between lab wear and many layers of white and grey robes, with blue, opaque glass-like helmets, shaped in pyramids. There were variation, perhaps to suggest role. Most unarmed, or carrying equipment suited to their roles. Some had armor over their robes, and carried rifles, pistols, blades, and other melee weapons that look futuristic to most eyes, following the color scheme. Security.

The feed flickers from the halls to recreation rooms, cafeterias, and other rooms, not much to note, other than whatever is under those masks is varied, sometimes human or humanoid, other times not, something else entirely. No notice is put on that factor, however.
The feed pans to the laboratories, where there were various experiments proceeding, all of which look inane and incomprehensible to outsiders looking in. One lab is focused on a little longer than the others. A human, suspended in a tube. He had shoulder length, flowing black hair, tan skin, his left arm missing, replaced by an advanced prosthetic. He was in a much more simple set of robes. He looked unconscious. The helmeted scientists and a few guards stand in the room, several of them taking notes, reading vitals, and looking at other machines in the room tied to the experiment. It's hard to tell with what purpose this serves, but the feed does zoom in on the human and linger, before it switches to something else. More tubes holding more creatures from any potential place, all looking foreign.

Back to the halls. where most entrances have opaque glass, another door is focused on, made of what looks to be a thick, heavy metal, a There is a logo on it, showing what looks to be a blue gem surrounded by a halo of blue flame. By it stood two more guards, and a turret mounted on the ceiling. We flicker to another section of the facility, the Holding Cells. It wasn't a lot, but those that were contained in the cells seem to be locked in isolation. Several, bored, pacing, sleeping, staring at walls. Few were anything recognizable either. Some were humanoids with pointed ears, some were squidlike, some seemed more mechanical than alive. Furred bipedal creatures, and so on. The camera pans passed all the cells until it narrows down on one, the feed then flicking to the camera in the room itself. What looks to be an Alternian Troll is in this cell, the feed focusing on him in particular. A lot of the features of this troll look familiar--no, identical to the human in the tube, long black hair in braids, with fox-ear like horns pointed up on the crown of his head, his yellow eyes bearing cerulean irises. Both look to be the same age, early 20s for the human, 11...maybe 12 sweeps for the troll? He too was wearing the simple robes, and both he and the human had the same bracelet on their fleshy arm. He too, was missing his left arm, given the same prosthetic replacement, which seems to function like the real deal judging by how he's moving it. He looks. Bored. Annoyed.

The camera lingers on him, before...the perspective shifts? A figure, pulls the camera back out of the feed as if it were never a screen recording despite that not being the case. They looked to be in a security room with two of the security knocked out, or dead, on the floor. They were, ambiguous, wearing a fine red suit, face, if there even was one obscured by a fishbowl--no, ball like visage. They draw a gloved hand to where lips should be, before it flicks back to the feed.

Several flashes of red lightning can be seen throughout the holding area. The handful of guards would, in an instant, find themselves smashed to the ground, much like their coworkers in the security room. A second later, the figure appears in front of the cell with the troll in a flash of red static. The troll would back up against the wall, obviously shocked by the cue ball individual. They would simply snap their fingers, and the barrier serving as the door would flicker and vanish. He goes to try and ask them what's going on, but instead, they just offer a sword and pistol from one of the dispatched guards, putting them both in his hands. Words are shared, he nods, and the figure vanishes.

The camera perspective shifts again, this time following as if by drone camera, behind the troll. He curses under his breath, and breaks out into a sprint down the hall. He starts counting down from three. By three, and he had cleared the hall, the cells one after another, open up, and the prisoners all rush out of their cells in turn, the camera turning to them rushing out after him before turning back to focus on his perspective. Time for a riot. Alarms start blaring, and the first break of order in the pristine halls occurs when the troll charges at the first guard he could see, driving the blade through their chest, whipping the blade out and pointing at the guards as others rush passed him, staring them down as red energy crackles from him, their masked heads covered in a cerulean haze as they start to drop their drawn weapons and are forced onto the ground. No time is spared for them, the other prisoners waste no time in brutalizing the surrendering guards and scientists that were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire, arming themselves in turn.

They all went a different path than the troll, who instead broke back into a sprint down the halls, the figure appearing from time to time simply pointing at intersections to where he'd need to go, soon reaching the chamber the human was being held in. He raises his arms, the last bit of red energy coursing through him leaving as he forces the security and scientists en mass to bash their heads against whatever surface they were near until they collapse. He would then go to one of the machines, smeared with blood, and hits a button. There is a hiss of air, and the machine suspending the human opens up, causing him to fall down. He manages to catch himself on his knees. After a minute of coming to, he looks up, and sees. Him. The camera moves between them. It was like staring in a mirror, however distorted. Before he could ask much, the Troll speaks up.

T.: "You can fight,, yes??"
H.: "For much longer than you."
T.: "Doubtful.. Doesn''t matter.. Get up.. Let''s move.."

He will yank the human up, who then glares at him.
H.: "I want my body back when this is over."
T.: "Don''t think we have that option.."

The Human will scoff, and pick up what looks like a gun-trident, and will storm out along with the Troll. Together the two of them wreck house, the human acting with a hostility more familiar to Alternians, and while the Troll acted more reserved, he didn't show any more mercy. The human would shoot and stab, stab and shoot, and both, ripping and tearing through anyone who'd get in their way. They were both guided by the Stranger to that exit, the bullets passing through them harmlessly, standing by the corpse of a prisoner gunned down.

S.: "I can only guide from here. I leave this to you."

The two look to each other, and to the other prisoners across the hall they found themselves at. They nod to each other, and they act in conjunction. The cerulean Troll mind controls one of the guards firing to turn on his fellow guard in the chaos, gunning him down before taking himself out. The Human, armed with the rifle and given less heat drawn his way, fires an explosive from the underbarrel of his weapon, which renders the turret useless and causes some of the ceiling to start to cave in. They both look to the prisoners, and as a group, they all rush to the doors, the two of them grabbing key cards off of the men and hitting the scanners at the same time.

The doors hiss open, and they and the crowd rush out as the ceiling starts to rumble behind them. Once the chaos had settled, the Troll and Human both cheer, the others in unison as they find themselves a landing bay atop a mountain. It was night time, and the camera spends a moment to focus on the sky. None of those stars look right for an earth-goer or an alternian, the three pale moons in the sky bathing the night in their glory. Off in the distance, an outline of a massive, pyramid-like structure could be made out. The camera will focus back in on the duo and the crowd. None of them, save for the duo, spoke the same language, but they all were celebratory all the same. Now, it's just the matter of, what's next?

There is one last camera perspective shift. What seemed to be a drone-like perspective becomes one that of a camera to be held in one's hands, the Human being the one to hold it. There is the sound of a sticky note being peeled off of the side, and he holds the note in his hand. In red ink, a message in Times New Roman is bled into the paper. "You Are Welcome." One last pan over to the troll, and he shrugs.

End of Video.