#pregame thread

[commandernochill]

‘ forget something? ’

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Loqi tossed his hair as casually as he could and turned to face Cor the Immortal. “No, I don’t think that I did,” he said.

Shit, he was out in the open and not in his mek.

And he was good, or he wouldn’t already be a major, but the thing was: so was the Marshal. And Cor Leonis had been known as the Immortal since before Loqi had been born.

[2parkplug-blog]

“I don’t care if you don’t like it, you’re mine to do what I please to" [[ Set just after she put him in the helm]]

He still had his sanity, still had a clear mind. The wires had already been inserted to his back at the base of his spine with the tiny wires already snaking across his nervous system. The goggles were in place over his eyes, ready to act as a tiny interface and wipe away the personality that made him Mituna Captor; The Psiioniic to leave behind yet another Helmsman. But for now, he was still himself, not simply a walking talking computer so he could bare his fangs and growl, albeit weakly, at his jailor. At the Empress, Her Imperial Condescension.

“Fuck you.”

Was all he could venomously spit out at her.

@tethys