#pdpo firewall

[mirkstrolls]

INKTOBER - DEFIANCE

[CODENAME: FIREWALL] 7.5 sweeps//14ish Earth years PDPO Headquarters, Malseka cw: attempted murder of a child

Above you, a humming white light. Brighter than any candle: you cannot remember any light so bright and clear since before the cult took you. They let you wash the blood off your hands before they put you in here, but you can still see it caked under your nails. In your nailbeds. The light makes it look black.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

You look up. The troll across from you is dressed in an iron-gray uniform, clean Imperial lines; not angry, her face, not hateful.

Pitying.

“We’ve been trailing your people for years. What do they call themselves? Children of the Redeemer? They’re crafty ones -- most of them fled when we turned up. Except the ones with you.”

Your hand creeps up to your neck, to the thick pad of bandages there. When the Imperials came, you were kneeling for the tattoo needle, hair pulled away from your neck so that Sister Nadloj could work. You barely noticed the commotion, until Sister Lorataga grabbed you by the arms, pulled you up--

“It wasn’t a murder-suicide,” says the Imperial. “They didn’t try to kill anyone else, not even the other children. What’s different about you?”

A knife at your throat, its bite a sharp and sudden pain -- your own indigo blood gushing out over your hands, down your shirt, matting your long hair--

The Imperial shifts in her seat. “You’re going to have to talk to us sometime,” she says.

Do you, though? You guess Sister Lorataga is dead, and everyone else they captured, otherwise they’d know that you don’t speak to anyone. And they took your notebook with the rest of the things you had on you.

“I understand you’ve indicated that you can’t speak out loud. My bosses say it’s just that you won’t.”

Of course. You pointed at your mouth and shook your head, covered your lips and your bandaged throat with your hands, you hadn’t even screamed when they pulled you out of Sister Lorataga’s grasp -- but leave it to the Imperials to think you’re lying. 

There’s a long stretch of silence: you feel her eyes on you, but keep your gaze on the metal table. Then she slides a pad of paper across to you. Lays a pen on top of it.

You look up warily.

“Look.” She flips her hair, looks, suddenly, only a few sweeps older than you. She’s leaning in now, trying to catch your eyes. “As far as I can tell, the cultists tried to kill you and then left you with us. So however special you were to them, you’re not now.”

You hadn’t even thought to fight back, after the first cut. Sister Lorataga held you while Sister Nadloj stepped closer to finish you--

The Imperial’s talking again. “Our scans say you have some interesting psionics. We can help you train those. We can look after you. We can stop them from trying to kill you again. What do you owe them, really?”

Every member of the cult knows it’s better to be culled than to say anything to the Imperials. But your own blood is still on your hands. The glare of the overhead light might be pitiless and cold compared to the shifting candle-shadows of home, but it shows the entire room in sharp relief. You can see clearly for the first time in what feels like forever.

You look up, setting your jaw.  Picking up a pen, you write a few deliberate sentences on the pad, turn it back to face her.

I’m the Redeemer’s daughter. I don’t know why they wanted to kill me, but I know a lot. What do you want to know?

[mirkstrolls]

△Firewall, how do you feel about your ancestor?

that crazy fucker can burn in whatever hell she thinks is real

she is a toxic monstrosity and she needs to be stopped

also she tried to fucking kill me i am not exactly disposed to like her

[1/10, Firewall does not care who knows that she hates her ancestor]

[mirkstrolls]

New Troll On the Block!

She’s actually been here a while, but this is Firewall’s official intro post. You can find her at https://mirkstrolls.tumblr.com/ohshitthefuzz, and I’m going to be posting some stuff related to her today!

[mirkstrolls]

👜 for firewall!

also asked by @havesomefantrolls! 

Send me 👜 and a troll and I’ll tell you what’s in their sylladex!

Firewall carries very few things!

Her PDPO badge

A very slick, cutting-edge palmhusk that she keeps accidentally breaking. Indigo strength + tendency to punch things = a difficult life 

An indigo bandanna to tie her hair back with

Key to the hiveblock

Two pairs of sunglasses

A pack of cigarettes

A lighter

Random pebbles/bits of glass/bits of metal she’s picked up on the streets

Some random selfie Download took of the whole team, which she has meticulously printed out and put in a clear sleeve so it doesn’t get damaged

A stress ball shaped like a furby (specifically to bug virus)

A backup Bowie knife