murder: B-12. "Urgh... I am getting too old for this shit. " It glanced at the body below... and then at its rifle, all bloodied up after having been used as a blunt-force weapon. "Now I have to clean her all up..." "What? He was trying to put a restraining bolt on me, wipe my memory and sell me. Fucking low-life scum."
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
The scent of spilled blood mixed with the sour stench of with terror mixed sweat rushed against Ziv like a wall, crushing against her so hard the Tynnan almost stumbled. She had set after the Spacer when she had seen them grabbing for their blaster, yet she only just stumbled into the corridor when already the Rhodian was laying on the ground and the inside of his skull splattered over the steel-tiles. At this hour of the Nightcycle the buzzing noises of the station throbbed past the corridor like the pulse of a never sleeping heart and Ziv felt this beat in the tact of her own eartbeat until the roots of her teeth. “Wha-?!”, The Tynnan let go of a strange sound, something between a suprised huff and a yelp of pain- a short, utterly desperate and utterly disturbed sigh that was so brokenly the rest was stuck in her throat like a heavy clot, almost suffocating her. A second passed, just a second, just the blink of an eye. Then the young woman hurried rushed to the Rhodian Spacer, she fell on her knees before the stranger, drenching her white pelt and the edges of her dress with blood that felt so hot as if it was broiling: “That does not give you the kriffing right to kriffing kill them!” Hasty her white paws grabbed to the with blood smeared throat to search for a pulse- there was none, what was under her paws was lifeless and unmoving and nothing and - -a pulse flickered weakly under her callouse fingers, small and weak like a scared little bird. Zivs head snapped up and she looked over her shoulder to the Droid, with her pelt bristled and her teeth bared almost as if she was snarling: “Help me bring them somwhere cleaner, I can still help them-!”
[ @panodras-box ]
Far away from the buzzing commune of people, an omnipresent, low droning engulfed empty corridors. This hallway was not so empty, however, in both beings and sound. The dark-blue B-1 droid said nothing, merely watching her approach and have mercury upon the Rhodian.
Something which won't matter.
An odd sight, as most of the time completely random strangers cared little for each other- let alone after a borderline-fatal fight. What did she expect to happen here? Him to just show kindred of spirit towards somebody that just tried to /steal/ him? Either she works for this guy, or is terribly naïve.
...Likely the latter....
Or simply too kind for her own good.
The war machine allows his rifle to clatter onto the metal flooring, clanging cascading in all directions. With a synthetic 'sigh', he crouches down to -as much as possible- her height.
"Say somebody enters your hotel, completely run by family. You welcome them wholeheartedly and provide a safe environment filled with like-minded people who just want to escape from the cold galaxy." "....." "If only temporarily."
B-12 really tried to be nice with her...
"Now, imagine them taking advantage of your hospitality by putting a knife in your back. And even worse, completely destroying your mind. Deleting every memory. Every thought. Every sense of /being/.... You." "Not only that, because subsequently they will either cut your numb body into tiny bits to be sold on some kind of black market; Or they will sell you as a mindless worker drone." Or a soldier.
The mechanical being picks up his gun before standing up.
"If not you, they will do it to others of your kind... family. Every single one if they had the chance."
"I dare you to say all of this does NOT give me the right to protect myself and the people I care about. And why I should show even a HINT of compassion towards dregs like this." Faux anger began slipping through.
