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- !location: obs deck,
- !status: open,
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- simon,
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- zuko
Buy a Little Mercy [Open; Potentially Graphic Material]
Less than an hour after the ship leaves Agrestic's orbit, an announcement is broadcast throughout Stacy.
|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||
On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||
On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.
Re: AFTERMATH
Had she really saved Howard and Orc?
She couldn't muster up the energy to wipe drying tears off her face or see if maybe she could sit up. Or, well, maybe she could, but she really didn't feel like it. But she turned her head when she heard that laugh...ish... noise. "Wooow. You look awful."
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His head was a little swimmy still from the sedative, and the pain wasn't letting him do the straightest of thinking - but he forced a chuckle, and regretted it immediately by that wincing noise that came after. "...bet I could beat you at arm-wrestling now."
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He sounded like he was having trouble talking and... breathing. Not that she exactly sounded bright-eyed and bushy-tailed herself. "You sound awful, too. Maybe you oughta shut up for a little while."
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After a moment, though, he tilts his head back. He can kinda tell that Allenby's sitting up - or it at least looks like it. "Can you see Howard and Charles?"
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"You two come out alive? Relatively speaking?"
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She was about to answer Karis, but what came out first was "Aaauuuh." It wasn't every day she saw people casually walking around with severed limbs, unless they were in a Gundam. She glanced at her own still-very-attached arm. "Well... I feel dumb worryin' about a broken bone now, that's for sure. Don't think Simon's too good, though."
Re: AFTERMATH
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After a moment, she speaks up again.
"We need to kill those assholes."
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Kill them.
Allenby wasn't a killer. She'd only killed someone once, and while she didn't feel sorry at all, it also hadn't been truly her doing it. The whole point of Gundam Fights was to prevent war and killing, and one of the things she most resented about this life was the fact that she had to do it sometimes.
But for the Daligig? Yeah. They weren't going away, and they were getting worse, and fuck them. Anyone who insisted on torturing people like that deserved it. "We do. I don't think I ever hated anyone in my life as much as those guys." She glared straight ahead. "First though--MEDIC!"
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She kept going and ignored it.
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But this time, he didn't walk out. He merely set his mouth in a thin, disapproving line and raised his healing stave into the air. Blue light washed across the area as he began to cast healing spells on the fallen injured, starting with Allenby.
"I see that I'm a little late for this event," he said, making a very disapproving face indeed.
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He grunts a bit, squinting up at Karis, then making a slightly awkward face. "...oh, so you are...carrying an arm, and I'm not hallucinating that from pain. Good to know." Also a little awkward, but hey.
Once Soren came in, though, Simon wheeze-laughed again. "Better late than never."