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tushanshu_logs2017-02-13 11:47 pm
ten_zero) wrote in tushanshu_logs2017-02-13 11:47 pm
Entry tags:
WAR What is it good for?
Characters: Bisi and YOU
Date: Backdated to the Memory Sharing Event
Location: Keeliai
Situation: Memory Sharing Shenanigans!
Warnings/Rating: Violence, death, murder, abuse
While Bisi has been working at the college, she's making a lot of time to help with the cleanup efforts, although that mostly involves piloting Valkyr for her extreme strength - not that it makes a difference, since touching the Warframe has the exact same effect as touching Bisi if you touch her at just the right time...
[ A ]
The grineer lancer was unarmored, his eyes showing resignation, but still within that, pride. He was badly injured, he could barely walk.
Kill it, the voice commanded. It was an urgent voice, authoritarian, seeming to emanate from the walls, the ceilings, the floor, from within Bisi's very being. Her grip tightened on her rifle, large, metal hands, not her own. Cumbersome, alien, awkward. She was afraid to disobey the Executor, but this Grineer... it looked so pitiful. Was this really necessary?
"What has it done?" she asked, hoping for some kind of reason. Something to justify what she was being told to do.
Kill it, or I'll send you back to hell where devils like you-
All of Bisi's- no, her Warframe's - muscles tightened. She didn't want to go back into her cell. Unforgiving stone walls with nothing to look forward to except a protein bar twice a day. But this was wrong.
Tenno. Bisi. A different voice. This wasn't the Executor, this was the Lotus. Her face appeared in Bisi's vision and she relaxed, just knowing that the Lotus was here, that there was someone who actually cared about her. I know this is hard, but this Grineer is a murderer and a traitor. For the crimes it has committed against the Orokin, this sentence is a mercy.
"But-"
Tenno, you are taking too much upon yourself. It isn't your responsibility to decide the fate of this clone, that decision was already made. Yours is not to be the mind, but the hands. So stop using your mind, and only use your hands.
Bisi took a breath - with alien lungs - and raised her rifle again, setting the grineer solely between her sights. She took a step forward to steel herself. The grineer noticed but it didn't seem concerned. It snorted and spat at Bisi and cursed at her.
"Doz eet, Orkin skoom."
She rubbed the trigger, feeling the resistance of the firing mechanism, the weight of her impending action. Be the hands, she told herself. The rifle was pointed straight between the grineer's eyes.
She pulled the trigger.
Date: Backdated to the Memory Sharing Event
Location: Keeliai
Situation: Memory Sharing Shenanigans!
Warnings/Rating: Violence, death, murder, abuse
While Bisi has been working at the college, she's making a lot of time to help with the cleanup efforts, although that mostly involves piloting Valkyr for her extreme strength - not that it makes a difference, since touching the Warframe has the exact same effect as touching Bisi if you touch her at just the right time...
[ A ]
The grineer lancer was unarmored, his eyes showing resignation, but still within that, pride. He was badly injured, he could barely walk.
Kill it, the voice commanded. It was an urgent voice, authoritarian, seeming to emanate from the walls, the ceilings, the floor, from within Bisi's very being. Her grip tightened on her rifle, large, metal hands, not her own. Cumbersome, alien, awkward. She was afraid to disobey the Executor, but this Grineer... it looked so pitiful. Was this really necessary?
"What has it done?" she asked, hoping for some kind of reason. Something to justify what she was being told to do.
Kill it, or I'll send you back to hell where devils like you-
All of Bisi's- no, her Warframe's - muscles tightened. She didn't want to go back into her cell. Unforgiving stone walls with nothing to look forward to except a protein bar twice a day. But this was wrong.
Tenno. Bisi. A different voice. This wasn't the Executor, this was the Lotus. Her face appeared in Bisi's vision and she relaxed, just knowing that the Lotus was here, that there was someone who actually cared about her. I know this is hard, but this Grineer is a murderer and a traitor. For the crimes it has committed against the Orokin, this sentence is a mercy.
"But-"
Tenno, you are taking too much upon yourself. It isn't your responsibility to decide the fate of this clone, that decision was already made. Yours is not to be the mind, but the hands. So stop using your mind, and only use your hands.
Bisi took a breath - with alien lungs - and raised her rifle again, setting the grineer solely between her sights. She took a step forward to steel herself. The grineer noticed but it didn't seem concerned. It snorted and spat at Bisi and cursed at her.
"Doz eet, Orkin skoom."
She rubbed the trigger, feeling the resistance of the firing mechanism, the weight of her impending action. Be the hands, she told herself. The rifle was pointed straight between the grineer's eyes.
She pulled the trigger.