ZweiHawke
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“Correction: I do not.” Marie’s voice stated from the doorway, a faint hint of green fading from her eyes. “I only decided to do a bit of information collecting. It seems like things paid off.”
Romulus turned briefly, and saw the Scientist standing in the doorway, aim unchanged, holding the gun about a good meter away from Reman’s head.
“Then you understand why I had to do what I did, do you? Or are you just going to believe Amperia saving their ass over an experiment going terribly, terribly wrong?”
“I understand you cleaning up your experiment, Romulus,” Marie started as she walked down the steps. “My missing link is why you began your experiment in the first place. Why you collected him, as well as…”
She opened her notebook. “Subject Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Theta, and Lambda. And then me, of course.”
“Collected?” Romulus began laughing hysterically, before shouting; “You were VOLUNTEERS!” His trigger finger grew itchy as he wanted to cease this conversation and end Reman.
“Well, I don’t believe I remember ever signing a waiver or anything...I suppose someone ‘volunteered’ me in,” Marie answered as she began to draw lines of polarized atoms of water in the slush beneath their feet.
“That’s because you were a project worker. You worked under me. And I’m done with this prattle. The glory of science is not to keep this senseless killing and this untamed murderer alive to hurt the populus. Science was never meant to kill, it’s glory lies in those who benefit. Nobody benefits from a monster.” His finger slid briefly off the trigger, starting the process of hurtling the bullet down the chamber.
“One last question before you do, Romulus,” Marie interjected.
His grip was steadied but for a moment. In that second, 100 volts and five amps of power jolted through his body.
“Ever heard of a voltage transformer?” Marie’s question came across, after the shock ended.
Romulus grip slipped under the compression of his muscles, and the bullet flew off course, striking the mechanic’s headset, dead on, cleaving it in two. Reman mustered as much strength to run as he could, briefly in shock at the situation he awoke to.
“I lied, by the way. I do trust Reman -- at least more than I trust you, especially after you so kindly gave me just enough information to draw conclusions of what we should really be worried about,” Marie continued.
Trying to shrug off the barest effects of the amperage, Romulus caught up with Reman and held him up by the collar.
Under his restricted breath, Reman talked with every ounce of air he could muster out of his lungs. “I- I know you probably don’t trust me but I- I still do. I don’t believe him, and I don’t know if you do, but-” Reman was caught strangled by his captor, and slowly but surely his feet were being removed from the ground as gravity started doing more of the work than the actual choking did. “Please- Believe in me- f- for a moment!”
“Shut up.”
“The Beast doesn’t matter anymore, Romulus. Someone’s after the source of the keys. The people in Bivona -- they were after SARCOM. Arcadia’s banks of military research.” Marie stated. “You’re cleaning the wrong person here.”
“This goes far beyond those wretched folk. I’m making sure nothing gets past me anymore. The first time I let down my guard, the medbay was-” Romulus tightened his grip. “QUARANTINED.” He said with gnashing teeth.
“The… Driver…” Reman uttered, as he reached out to Romulus’s holster, slowly removing the yellow key from his belt, letting Romulus focus on strangling him, as he semi-limply tossed the key towards Marie.
As it landed on the ground with a thud, Romulus briefly looked over at the new spot it landed at. Even further enraged, he knew she had a choice. “Don’t you DARE.”
“I… Trust… Y-”
Marie looked at Reman, pausing for a moment. Then she looked up at Romulus.
“For the glory of science, you say...” Marie answered.
“You pick that up and you will NEVER go back to having a peaceful life.”
Marie’s hand bristled with electricity, the key itself melting a small puddle around it. She picked it up off the ground. “Sorry, but I signed that away the moment I jumped on this ship.”
Click click click.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done.” Romulus put down the monster he sought, as Reman fell to the ground coughing and gasping for air.
“You can’t possibly have forgotten the original meaning of the phrase, can you?” Marie replied. She took the driver out of her pocket.
Click. Ka-chunk.
Process System Ready.
“Therefore...for the glory of science it is.”
Romulus took out the veteran and loaded it with the Inferno key, Pointing it not at Reman, but straight towards Marie. He flicked a lever on the side and the standard rings of flame ejected from the core of his body. Hazard labels were plastered on the outside for a purpose no longer relevant.
“I know the meaning of it. I was the one who coined it.”
“That’s a lie, I’ve read our history books. Besides, this is mine anyways.” Marie slid open the cover, inserted the key, and closed it back down, the driver coming to life. The seams of the driver filled with yellow, before turning into a pale blue. The vents hissed, releasing the sharp smell of ozone into the cold air.
Voltage: Standing By.
“Before or AFTER I was purged from them?” Romulus made nothing of the sudden change in color the key underwent, simply thinking it was a state of the driver.
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it means whatever you make of it.” Marie replied, raising her arm up at Romulus.
Romulus turned briefly, and saw the Scientist standing in the doorway, aim unchanged, holding the gun about a good meter away from Reman’s head.
“Then you understand why I had to do what I did, do you? Or are you just going to believe Amperia saving their ass over an experiment going terribly, terribly wrong?”
“I understand you cleaning up your experiment, Romulus,” Marie started as she walked down the steps. “My missing link is why you began your experiment in the first place. Why you collected him, as well as…”
She opened her notebook. “Subject Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Theta, and Lambda. And then me, of course.”
“Collected?” Romulus began laughing hysterically, before shouting; “You were VOLUNTEERS!” His trigger finger grew itchy as he wanted to cease this conversation and end Reman.
“Well, I don’t believe I remember ever signing a waiver or anything...I suppose someone ‘volunteered’ me in,” Marie answered as she began to draw lines of polarized atoms of water in the slush beneath their feet.
“That’s because you were a project worker. You worked under me. And I’m done with this prattle. The glory of science is not to keep this senseless killing and this untamed murderer alive to hurt the populus. Science was never meant to kill, it’s glory lies in those who benefit. Nobody benefits from a monster.” His finger slid briefly off the trigger, starting the process of hurtling the bullet down the chamber.
“One last question before you do, Romulus,” Marie interjected.
His grip was steadied but for a moment. In that second, 100 volts and five amps of power jolted through his body.
“Ever heard of a voltage transformer?” Marie’s question came across, after the shock ended.
Romulus grip slipped under the compression of his muscles, and the bullet flew off course, striking the mechanic’s headset, dead on, cleaving it in two. Reman mustered as much strength to run as he could, briefly in shock at the situation he awoke to.
“I lied, by the way. I do trust Reman -- at least more than I trust you, especially after you so kindly gave me just enough information to draw conclusions of what we should really be worried about,” Marie continued.
Trying to shrug off the barest effects of the amperage, Romulus caught up with Reman and held him up by the collar.
Under his restricted breath, Reman talked with every ounce of air he could muster out of his lungs. “I- I know you probably don’t trust me but I- I still do. I don’t believe him, and I don’t know if you do, but-” Reman was caught strangled by his captor, and slowly but surely his feet were being removed from the ground as gravity started doing more of the work than the actual choking did. “Please- Believe in me- f- for a moment!”
“Shut up.”
“The Beast doesn’t matter anymore, Romulus. Someone’s after the source of the keys. The people in Bivona -- they were after SARCOM. Arcadia’s banks of military research.” Marie stated. “You’re cleaning the wrong person here.”
“This goes far beyond those wretched folk. I’m making sure nothing gets past me anymore. The first time I let down my guard, the medbay was-” Romulus tightened his grip. “QUARANTINED.” He said with gnashing teeth.
“The… Driver…” Reman uttered, as he reached out to Romulus’s holster, slowly removing the yellow key from his belt, letting Romulus focus on strangling him, as he semi-limply tossed the key towards Marie.
As it landed on the ground with a thud, Romulus briefly looked over at the new spot it landed at. Even further enraged, he knew she had a choice. “Don’t you DARE.”
“I… Trust… Y-”
Marie looked at Reman, pausing for a moment. Then she looked up at Romulus.
“For the glory of science, you say...” Marie answered.
“You pick that up and you will NEVER go back to having a peaceful life.”
Marie’s hand bristled with electricity, the key itself melting a small puddle around it. She picked it up off the ground. “Sorry, but I signed that away the moment I jumped on this ship.”
Click click click.
“You have no idea what you’ve just done.” Romulus put down the monster he sought, as Reman fell to the ground coughing and gasping for air.
“You can’t possibly have forgotten the original meaning of the phrase, can you?” Marie replied. She took the driver out of her pocket.
Click. Ka-chunk.
Process System Ready.
“Therefore...for the glory of science it is.”
Romulus took out the veteran and loaded it with the Inferno key, Pointing it not at Reman, but straight towards Marie. He flicked a lever on the side and the standard rings of flame ejected from the core of his body. Hazard labels were plastered on the outside for a purpose no longer relevant.
“I know the meaning of it. I was the one who coined it.”
“That’s a lie, I’ve read our history books. Besides, this is mine anyways.” Marie slid open the cover, inserted the key, and closed it back down, the driver coming to life. The seams of the driver filled with yellow, before turning into a pale blue. The vents hissed, releasing the sharp smell of ozone into the cold air.
Voltage: Standing By.
“Before or AFTER I was purged from them?” Romulus made nothing of the sudden change in color the key underwent, simply thinking it was a state of the driver.
“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that it means whatever you make of it.” Marie replied, raising her arm up at Romulus.