[Strategia_In_Ultima]

"So, it is everything-proof. BUT - can it withstand The Horror?"

With that, Strategia signals his men..... err, Salagulls to bring forward..... something.

It is a cage of sorts, fully closed on each side. No windows, no air holes. Air is supplied through a transphasic airco system. Its walls appear to be at least several feet thick. This is not the case, they are in fact much thicker. From inside, horrible, mad screaming can be heard, and the massive cage sways slightly as something can be heard crashing against the walls from the inside, apparently trying to break the solid hyperneutronium walls.

The Salagulls set the cage on the ground in front of the B&G, then run like hell back to their lines, back to safety, five thousand miles away. Strategia is left alone in front of the B&G. The mocking faces of the patrons can be seen in front of the window. Strategia activates a fully impregnable nano-stored nanoactive armor, then moves cautiously to the crate.

Reaching the crate, he pushes a small button, then runs like hell and instaports to his orbital fleet as soon as he's put a reasonable amount of light-years between him and The Horror.

The patron's faces look less mocking now, in fact they look mildly disturbed. From the inside of the dark crate, a guttural growl can be heard. A shape can be seen moving to the open entrance.

The patron's faces turn white.

The Horror stands in front of the B&G, startled by the sudden bright sunlight. Looking about itself, it realises it is standing in front of the B&G.

A deep guttural growl emanates from NullAshton's throat as he approaches the mortified patrons.....