"Have you ever disarmed one of these before?"
"Meh. How hard could it be?" -- Bard2DBone
The strange symbols were counting. That much was recognisable by the repeated sequences. And they seemed to be counting down, too. It was easy to connect the dots. Alien device that was likely counting down? Rising ominous hum? Things were going south quickly.
Therefore, it was time to deploy the human.
Human Shaniqua sighed and placed herself down by the device. There were her usual rituals. The cracking of the knuckles. The rubbing of the fingertips. The exploring of her dentin outcroppings inside her mouth. The rest of the crew retreated when she whistled backwards. A certain sign of incoming and inabling expenses.
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