Buy a Little Mercy [Open; Potentially Graphic Material]

[cityship]

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.

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Re: AFTERMATH

[punchedoutdestiny]

There was some straining noises as he went to try moving a bit himself, but he only succeeded in getting flat on his back. "Much as I wanna disagree," he starts, then wheezes a bit. "I think you might have a point."

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?"

Re: AFTERMATH

[teethofneedles]

Karis dragged herself over to the other two. They'd been in the fight. She'd been trying to help Allenby when the bastard ripped her arm off. Speaking of which, that arm is tucked under her good arm.

"You two come out alive? Relatively speaking?"

Re: AFTERMATH

[soulinherfists]

"No, stop it." Allenby considered threatening to sit on Simon, but that really would make him even worse. Also, she still didn't want to get up. She oughta start yelling for a medic soon, but the sound of footsteps interrupted.

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

[punchedoutdestiny]

"Don't count me out just yet," Simon pipes up after Allenby says that, and raises a weak thumbs-up to Karis. It flops back down after a moment, however. "Though, admittedly that could've gone better" he adds, then lets out a wincing sigh.

Re: AFTERMATH

[teethofneedles]

"I can stick this back on. Spit and boot polish, s'all," Karis shrugs. Well, it'll take more than that, but she can reattach it.

After a moment, she speaks up again.

"We need to kill those assholes."

Re: AFTERMATH

[soulinherfists]

Arrrrgh he wasn't going to stop talking. Fine, well, whatever. She'd get some doctor person over here in a second, when she wasn't also trying to process someone reattaching a limb with spit and polish. "Well, if you say so..." she mumbled.

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!"

[thewunderkind]

Lash was on her way back with a stretcher for Zouichi when she heard that.

She kept going and ignored it.

[facepunching]

Soren walked into the room. Then he looked at Allenby and Simon.

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.

[punchedoutdestiny]

"I wouldn't say purposefully kill, but if it's a necessity to stop them, then so be it."

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."