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August 27th, 19:00, Scarfield Reliquary
“Shut it, you damned bastard! I don’t know anything!”
Skorpios found that her capture, Tempest, wasn’t being cooperative with her demands to know New Conglomerate battleplans. With no other option, she declared: “Tempest, we know you were sent to Shrouded Skyway to destroy the bridges enabling rapid transit around the base; unlucky for you, I was there. Now tell us why you’re making an offensive on Western Amerish or I’ll shoot you myself.” Tempest sneered back at her; “If I knew, then maybe I would’ve been more intensive with my preparations and have had Moonshot deployed to eliminate you, you worthless deviant!” Tempest was clearly not giving in, and her ego was getting the best of her in this situation; Conglomerate droids were frequently brutish and heavy-handed, and Tempest was no exception to the rule. “Well, then. Do I need to begin tearing apart your wiring? Are you prepared to lose it all over some foolish attempt at pressuring us?” Skorpios abruptly changed her tone to one of extreme hostility. “We don’t need you, Tempest. I’ll just kill you.” Tempest had assumed Skorpios was bluffing; but as she witnessed her signature Commando knife be drawn, fear overwhelmed her. “I promise I don’t know anything! They only told me to destroy the Skyway bridges and then report back! Please, I’m telling you the truth!” Skorpios looked at Tempest blankly with empty eyes, terrifyingly smirking as she uttered quietly: “I’ll just cut you up. May as well have some fun with you while you’re here!” Pleading for her safety, Tempest begged Skorpios not to hurt her: “Come on, I really don’t know more! I’ll do anything you ask! Stop approaching me!” While Tempest continued to squirm in her chair in an attempt to protect herself, Skorpios was standing directly in front of her, knife drawn. “Skorpios! Don’t! Why are you doing thi-Ahhhh! You bitch! That’s my leg! Don’t cut me! I’ll kill you!” Skorpios had made a nice, clean cut horizontally across Tempest’s calf. “Such a nice knife. Perhaps I should use it more,” she observed. Turning her attention to Tempest’s distraught face, Skorpios made another cut right across her cheek. “Ah! Why?! I’ve told you everything! Stop it!” “Why should I? We have no use for you. Why not have some fun? We both know you’ll just be rebuilt by those Conglomerate designers anyway. You probably won’t even remember any of this...”
Tempest suddenly stared at Skorpios. Why was she suddenly appearing exhausted? “You know, Tempest, we’re all alone here. It’s just you and I.” Tempest saw Skorpios’ expression drop, turning from one of sadistic torture to one of a worried, affected disposition. “Tempest, I don’t know why I’m doing this. I’m ordered to kill you and extract information from you before doing so. I don’t even want to. Why are we even fighting?” Tempest responded snappily; “We’re fighting because we believe in what’s right and you believe in what’s wrong. You Vanu heretics are only trying to enslave us to your alien god bullshit!” While Tempest was shouting all sorts of Conglomerate propaganda at her, Skorpios grabbed a chair and sat right in front of Tempest, enduring the verbal tirade. “Why are you doing this, Tempest? Why don’t we get along? Do you seriously believe all that garbage? We’re only fighting because some sorrowful bastards at the top want us to, for entertainment... that’s why they developed us to replace the regular soldiers. We’re just pawns for the cause.” Tempest was stunned. How was this pathetic Vanu this competent? “What are you saying? Aren’t you going to kill me?” Tempest was completely perplexed. Not even three minutes ago, she was expecting to be executed by this girl; now she was speaking more sense and sowing seeds of doubt in Tempest’s mind. Surely they had to fight... that’s what they’d been programmed to do! What was Skorpios saying? “Give it some thought, Tempest... and if you want to discuss further, find a way to get in touch with me.” As Skorpios finished her sentence solemnly, she revealed her submachinegun, shocking Tempest. “I guess you’re going to kill me now...?” Skorpios nodded, then proceeded to lean in towards Tempest’s face. “What are you doing...? I don’t understand you!” Planting a firm kiss right on Tempest’s lips, Skorpios further pushed in. Tempest found herself recoiling in shock – and then recoiling further, as a bullet pierced her chest. As Skorpios leaned away, she blew a kiss towards Tempest’s rapidly shutting down body; leaving the soon-dead girl to contemplate what in the hell that meant.