Post by Malik Moriga-Tay on Apr 3, 2014 15:36:34 GMT
The water ran down her back, over the silvered metal of her capsuleer implants and down her legs before pooling around her feet. Steam billowed around the confines of the wet room, an indication to the heat of the continued flow. She shivered none the less, no longer able to take comfort from the showers warmth.
An intermittent red flash glowed around the transparent seal on the room’s door, the sirens noise at the detection of weapon discharge ignored just as readily as the warmth of the water covering her. Three holes in the bulkhead of her quarters attaining to the violence of the dream from which she had awoken. The impact of the hollow point shells had spread their crystalline payload across the wall. The weapon now lay discarded along with the crumpled sheets from her bunk. Removed from the containment field generated by the pistols grip, the glass like shards were reverting to their liquid state, slowly smearing a lethal trail as gravity dragged them towards the floor.
Resting her forehead on her crossed arms she continued to lean against the shower wall. Drawing the steam laded air into her lungs in long, controlled breaths she seemed to trying to cleanse her insides as thoroughly as the waters action had done with her sweat stained body.
“We’re going to have to collect more bounties if you intend to single handily monopolise this stations entire water generating capacity.”
She remained silent under the waters spray and concentrated on breathing.
“Or at least gather some decent salvage if redecorating our quarters with bullet holes is the new style.”
She placed a foot over the drain hole in the floor and allowed the level to rise slightly, before pulling her foot away and listening to the gurgling passage of the water as it escaped out of sight.
“No worry really, those last two agents paid out pretty well…more than enough to pay for your remodelling work…..plus with the added bonus of reducing the serpents fleet by sixty of seventy ships….”
Tilting her head back she let the water run over her tightly closed eyes and into her open mouth
“It makes you wonder where they get all those ships from? And the crews? Who would be crazy enough to enlist on one of their ships knowing the losses just one of our kind can inflict? I just love the irony of it all…we destroy them, loot the wreckage and use the profits to buy more ammunition with which to do it again….delightful! All those life pods afterwards….so desperately optimistic….I just love the way they pop as they collide with our shields.”
She doubled over and retched onto the floor. Coughing up nothing but clear liquid she remained on her knees as her head filled with images of smashed ships and broken bodies.
“It was only a few thousand deaths kaintra…I remember when you would baulk at a few dozen…I know its getting easier for you now….I told you I’d be needed.”
She reached out an unsteady hand and turned off the water.
Rising to stand in front of the sink, she gripped hold of the edge and looked at her partially obscured reflection in the steamed mirror. “Can I justify killing to avenge what was done to me? She asked herself. “Can the scales ever be balanced when we heap on them the deaths of thousands who had no part in it? What started feeling like revenge now tastes like the desires of a monster. Is this madness?”
“Madness sweetie….you talking to yourself…..you’re an immortal with classic dissociative disorder…..a casebook introvert who went and got a fucking tail… I don’t think your sanity is really an issue for discussion any more….do you? Sanity is such a slippery idea anyway….who’s to say what version of perception is correct?
“Fanada....I think I’m losing my mind.” she giggled.
“Shhh…were not crazy. They deserve to die. For what they did. For what they have done to others. We can justify it a million ways. Do you think the federation laments the losses? Do you think your new corporation associates struggle with their morals at the death toll they accrue…..plus I bet they don’t blast holes in their bedroom walls?”
Pulling a towel from the rail she pressed the door release button and stepped back into the main room.
“If you just stayed in the pod you wouldn’t have to think about any of this you know? Once the information is filtered through the ships systems you could just let me take control and make all those painful decisions….”
“You’ve done enough for ten lifetimes” she said as she gathered her clothes together and dressed herself in front of the mirror. “No, its time I focused more on the problems at hand”. She picked up the pistol, ejected the magazine and replaced the three spent rounds before placing it down on the table.
“I still don’t see why you feel the need to interact with anyone….you said yourself that it’s a risk…though the soft clone may have been a prudent investment I’ll admit.”
“Talking to real people keeps me sane, helps me remember who I was and not dwell on the monster in my head that I could become.” She selected a set of prepared black coloured nail extensions and deftly pressed them into place.
“Oh sweets….you think we are different people? Then you truly are insane.”
She pulled on her boots and checked herself in the mirror. “Try and act naturally” she told herself as she released the doors locking mechanism and headed out into the station.
An intermittent red flash glowed around the transparent seal on the room’s door, the sirens noise at the detection of weapon discharge ignored just as readily as the warmth of the water covering her. Three holes in the bulkhead of her quarters attaining to the violence of the dream from which she had awoken. The impact of the hollow point shells had spread their crystalline payload across the wall. The weapon now lay discarded along with the crumpled sheets from her bunk. Removed from the containment field generated by the pistols grip, the glass like shards were reverting to their liquid state, slowly smearing a lethal trail as gravity dragged them towards the floor.
Resting her forehead on her crossed arms she continued to lean against the shower wall. Drawing the steam laded air into her lungs in long, controlled breaths she seemed to trying to cleanse her insides as thoroughly as the waters action had done with her sweat stained body.
“We’re going to have to collect more bounties if you intend to single handily monopolise this stations entire water generating capacity.”
She remained silent under the waters spray and concentrated on breathing.
“Or at least gather some decent salvage if redecorating our quarters with bullet holes is the new style.”
She placed a foot over the drain hole in the floor and allowed the level to rise slightly, before pulling her foot away and listening to the gurgling passage of the water as it escaped out of sight.
“No worry really, those last two agents paid out pretty well…more than enough to pay for your remodelling work…..plus with the added bonus of reducing the serpents fleet by sixty of seventy ships….”
Tilting her head back she let the water run over her tightly closed eyes and into her open mouth
“It makes you wonder where they get all those ships from? And the crews? Who would be crazy enough to enlist on one of their ships knowing the losses just one of our kind can inflict? I just love the irony of it all…we destroy them, loot the wreckage and use the profits to buy more ammunition with which to do it again….delightful! All those life pods afterwards….so desperately optimistic….I just love the way they pop as they collide with our shields.”
She doubled over and retched onto the floor. Coughing up nothing but clear liquid she remained on her knees as her head filled with images of smashed ships and broken bodies.
“It was only a few thousand deaths kaintra…I remember when you would baulk at a few dozen…I know its getting easier for you now….I told you I’d be needed.”
She reached out an unsteady hand and turned off the water.
Rising to stand in front of the sink, she gripped hold of the edge and looked at her partially obscured reflection in the steamed mirror. “Can I justify killing to avenge what was done to me? She asked herself. “Can the scales ever be balanced when we heap on them the deaths of thousands who had no part in it? What started feeling like revenge now tastes like the desires of a monster. Is this madness?”
“Madness sweetie….you talking to yourself…..you’re an immortal with classic dissociative disorder…..a casebook introvert who went and got a fucking tail… I don’t think your sanity is really an issue for discussion any more….do you? Sanity is such a slippery idea anyway….who’s to say what version of perception is correct?
“Fanada....I think I’m losing my mind.” she giggled.
“Shhh…were not crazy. They deserve to die. For what they did. For what they have done to others. We can justify it a million ways. Do you think the federation laments the losses? Do you think your new corporation associates struggle with their morals at the death toll they accrue…..plus I bet they don’t blast holes in their bedroom walls?”
Pulling a towel from the rail she pressed the door release button and stepped back into the main room.
“If you just stayed in the pod you wouldn’t have to think about any of this you know? Once the information is filtered through the ships systems you could just let me take control and make all those painful decisions….”
“You’ve done enough for ten lifetimes” she said as she gathered her clothes together and dressed herself in front of the mirror. “No, its time I focused more on the problems at hand”. She picked up the pistol, ejected the magazine and replaced the three spent rounds before placing it down on the table.
“I still don’t see why you feel the need to interact with anyone….you said yourself that it’s a risk…though the soft clone may have been a prudent investment I’ll admit.”
“Talking to real people keeps me sane, helps me remember who I was and not dwell on the monster in my head that I could become.” She selected a set of prepared black coloured nail extensions and deftly pressed them into place.
“Oh sweets….you think we are different people? Then you truly are insane.”
She pulled on her boots and checked herself in the mirror. “Try and act naturally” she told herself as she released the doors locking mechanism and headed out into the station.
