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Arasaka.
Breathe. Button up. Take ten minutes to stop shaking... Two seconds to look composed.
Corpo!Vicentije Dimitrikov
NEW CHAPTER ALERT!!! WHY DID YOU DO IT CHAPTER 6 : Inspection Day
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61294846/chapters/166365139
Words: 6000~
Summary:
It's inspection day! Tyrone is going to make sure that everything is perfect, down to the amount of dust on each surface--he even woke up extra early today just check on everything all over again! there's only a 0'0045% chance that this could go wrong today based on his estimate.... wait, what's the normal amount of fingers a human have again?
Doodle page, spoiler for the chapter!
I just had to make it into an emoji ueueueueueuue
Victoria Tower; great-ganddaughter of Professor Brown, ARK candidate. >>Hobby Archeologist, Leading Exobiologist at GUN
[ my piece for our world adventure zine! @chaosquillcollection thrilled to represent human sonic ocs heheheh ]
💘🏹AGENT VALENTINE💕🌹
Inspired Web Graphics Collection!
Graphics were found on Deviantart, glitter graphics, and Gifcities!!
some v ! was planning on drawing more but i wanted to post something
“Three, V, report?”
“Nothing.” Said Three
“Nada.” V replied. Three and V had been spending the last few minutes in some commandeered Grizzco Rescue Boats. Four and Six were checking to see if there were any more critters that needed taking care off. Eight was checking on the survivors.
“Fogs getting thicker Agents.” Seven remarked.
“How long?” Three asked.
“Six minutes and you won't see the hand in front of your face.” Three cussed. V sighed.
“I’ll take that time.” V kept looking around, if there was fog around, she didn’t care.
A lotta people think that Agent V has a bandage over her head because of some Turf War accident, some because of the dangerous work she does with The Black Inkursion. In reality, it is much more complicated.
To make this explanation brief, although Agent Vs left eye was starting to loose it’s vision. Vs right eye could see crystal clear, although only in black and white.
It was a few minutes later, the fog had truly come in now. There was chatter, the survivors were ok, most of the remains of the creature was detained. Three had given up, and Seven was recommending she do the same. V asked for more time.
It was one more minute until she saw it, a Grizzco issued Life-Vest, covered in black ink. Vixul approached carefully.
“Seven, I think I found them.”
“In this weather? V that’s-”
“Lucky I know, get to my position, they’re in trouble.” V cut her off.
“Understood.” It took some doing but Vixul got the Life-Vest in the boat. It’s user was an octoling, she could barely tell, but it was. They were completely covered in the black ink, and if past experience is any teller, then she had to act now or never.
Local wannabe agent won’t stop screaming in front or at a blind man with sensitive hearing.
“Activating!”
The two agents jumped away as crackeling electricity passed from one tower to another through the creature.
“Fields active!”
With the beast imobalised by the towers now was the time to move quickly. Agent seven started sending out micro-bombs onto the rails, Agents four, eight, and six already begging to collect them.
“We have three minutes on those fields, we con blow this things legs off in that time right.” Asked Seven.
“No problem, can do it in two!” Replied four.
No problem Agent V landed on the rails starting to circle the monster, they had done this enough times now, but each one was harder than the last. . .
“Inkoming!” She called out, blobs of goo were detatching itself from the creature and landing on the rails, company.
[Last boat out Pt.6]