Nothing
I've got nothing
There's only one option left
And I really, really don't want to use it
Shortly after the Ratatosk Express failed to emerge from the Bifrost
A small group of bandits arrived to prey on the chaos
Their clothing and weapons were utterly alien
And it took almost 20 years to capture them
Even stranger, in the 60 years of their imprisonment
They have stubbornly refused to age
They have, however
Shown an affinity for technology beyond what we know
If anyone still living understands the Bifrost
It'll be them
I hate them
MARIUS: Ah, good morning, Inspector Lyf!
LYFRASSIR: Von Raum
MARIUS: And what can we do for you this fine prison day?
RAPHAELLA: Is it about the Bifrost?
LYFRASSIR: Uh, yes
How did you know?
IVY: Given your distaste for us
It is the only foreseeable event
With a greater than 30% chance of bringing you here
Has the train arrived?
LYFRASSIR: Yes, a few days ago
RAPHAELLA: Ah, then we should be going
LYFRASSIR: Ha, well good luck with that
Look, I'm just here because I need to
Understand what happened in the Bifrost
What happened to the train
MARIUS: Well then
We shall tell you
LYFRASSIR: SHUT UP
No singing
I'm sick of your singing
Where did you get that violin?
Just tell me what happened
MARIUS: Well if you're going to be like that
You can just watch the black box
LYFRASSIR: No, I can't
The data's too corrupt
RAPHAELLA: Oh, is that all? Ivy?
IVY: Give it here
LYFRASSIR: The recordings are clear now
I can see everything
The first that matters, that really matters
Is from the locomotive
Thor and Sigyn standing in the engine room
Staring towards where the engine should be
But there is no engine
Instead, a man lies upon a silver altar
His name is Kvasir
A low level member of the Midgardian resistance
But that doesn't matter
What matters is the dozen tubes and feed lines plugged into his veins
Pumping blood through the arcane glyphs
And blood channels and gears and sigils that line the chamber
The metal is the same as that which makes the track
And it hums like a far off chant
Judging by their faces
Neither Thor nor Sigyn had any idea what was in this room
After a few moments of paralysis
Sigyn runs to Kvasir, pulling tubes out of him
Blood seeping, oozing from his wounds
Thor begins pulling levers and throwing switches seemingly at random
Causing the glyphs and channels to move and warp their constellations
Then they stop
It isn't clear whether it was removing Kvasir
Or Thor meddling with the controls
But both of them can sense that something has changed
Something has gone very, very wrong