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2 months later…
The form of Morir was seen from his backside. Blitz stood about 5 meters away from him.
“So, you’ve chosen death, just like your moronic friends.” He scolded Blitz with confidence.
Blitz had a quiet rage in his eyes. “Mhm. Yeah, sure, tin head. Keep telling yourself that.” He said with a black, blood spatter-painted hand cannon behind his back.
Millie and Moxxie were teaming from behind the machines gun-mettle shaded form. Millie held a doom-styled battle axe, while Moxxie had a pair of vibroblades. Loona was positioned about 15 meters away, armed with a rocket launcher.
With visible anger in his eyes, he started to charge at Blitz. “Says the dead man!” He shouts out, both of his blades emerged from Morir’s sheaths on his arm.
Blitz maneuvered underneath his legs a few seconds before impact, aiming at Morirs crotch. The shot didn’t seriously injure him, but it did interrupt his balance. Moxxie and Millie swooped in, taking blow after blow around Morir before he could successfully land any blows. Given enough time for a distraction, Loona, grinning, fires a rocket that hits Morir square in the chest. The group watches to see if he survived. Morir slowly rose up, having a massive part of his chest plate missing, exposing to the world a much lighter armor, to which underneath was his circuitry.
“Dibs on the chest.” Millie says, clenching her axe.
“I call his face.” Moxxie says, a fire burning in his eyes.
“I’ll take his joints.” Blitz says with his rage more permeant.
The group takes turns assaulting Morir, and manage to take out several smaller pieces of his main armor, angering the metal moron greatly. Just when it gets to look good for I.M.P, though, Morir released the small energy canons mounted in his arms plating, firing at the ground. He manages to hit Blitz in the foot and made him trip and fall. Moxxie and Millie try to aid him. Remembering the rocketeer, Morir blasts a freshly loaded rocket from Loona, looking back before the impish trio.
“Hm. Injure one, and the whole group falls. No wonder you lost-“ Moror says triumphantly, thrusting his blade towards Blitz’s chest.
A moment before impact, a familiar talon places itself on Morir’s arm. He takes a quick look up, seeing a familiar, albeit impossible face. The Japanese symbol for menacing floated around the tall Goetian, Stolas.
“Y-you?! But-“ He says, panic audible in his voice.
Stolas takes one mighty tug at Morir’s appendage, ripping it clean out of its socket. The android yelled out in anguish.
“You’re. Done.” Stolas says, anger emanating from his voice, tossing the arm to the side as a magical aura surrounds Morir, with pressure being applied to slowly, painfully remove larger pieces of his armor.
“AAAGH! STOP THIS!” Morir yells out.
“Like you ‘stopped’ tormenting Gent?! I think not!” Stolas yells out bitterly.
A small swarm of soldiers came hustling from behind a corner, the click of their rifles heard as they aim, firing at Stolas. Several hundred bullets per minute fired, all it did was rip through the fabric of his cloak, bouncing off immediately after. Stolas turned his head in their direction and clenched his hand violently. The guards grunted loudly, their abdomens visibly tightening, blood spewing out of their mouths, as one by one, they collapsed to the ground.
“I don’t want any interruptions.” Stolas muttered out with anger.
“T-too…bad!” Morir yells out angrily.
His internal systems turned a light shade of blue, and his form disappeared with Stolas now clenching air.
He looked angry. “W…WHAT?!”
Everyone regroups into the tardis. Stolas pulls Blitz to the side, going into Gent’s study.
“What were you thinking?! You were nearly killed!” Stolas shouted.
“Fucking up that metal brute! He’s nothing but a loser for what he did!” Blitz shouted back.
“Don’t be careless!” Stolas said.
“What?!” Blitz yelled. “You don’t want to kill the son of a bitch?!”
“I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU TOO!” Stolas screeched out.
After realizing how loud he was, he held Blitz tightly, tearing up.
“I just…This is too much. I don’t know if it’s wise to let Via leave the house now. I hadn’t left undisguised since-…” Stolas stopped, referencing the bay incident.
Blitz gave him a tight hug. “I know, hun. I know…”
“You and Via are all I have left. Please, promise me if you continue this, that you’ll exercise the most caution possible. A-alright?” Stolas says, hesitant about his response.
“I promise.” Blitz replied, nuzzling his head against Stolas’s neck. “So…you wanna watch a movie later?” Blitz jestured up at Stolas
“Hm? Oh, yes please Blitzy. We both need some quality time after what just transpired. I just need to see Archeon for some routine examinations.” Stolas’s beak shut after he gave a kiss to his special imp.
On his way in to the medbay, Stolas could see Morir’s arm on the table, the curious, focused synth with focused on a holo-pad. Stolas gave a quiet cough to announce his presence.
Archeon's black visor motions to him, slightly startled. “Oh, I didn’t see you there. Good afternoon, Stolas. You’re in early.”
Stolas smirks. “I know. Thank you for taking care of Blitzy’s injuries.”
“Of course. I was just running a scan on the coating of the blade. It contains 5 poisons, 3 venoms, and 2 other toxins. Only two of which have any real damage against Goetians, but that scan can be done later.” They held a scanner to Stolas.
“Anything wrong?” Stolas tilted his head.
“Not really. Your epinephrine and norepinephrine levels are above normal, but falling. It’s natural during a fight. I see you haven’t been taking any depressants either. Congratulations Stolas, I believe your addiction has met its end. You’ve remained resilient despite-“
Stolas didn’t look particularly happy. He feigned a smile. “Oh, that’s great…”
While looking puzzled, they place a hand around his arm. “I understand loss isn’t easy. It takes time, and then some.” They give a brief pause. "It would be easier if I achieved genuine sympathy. Unfortunately, a facsimile doesnt facilitate the neccesary care.
“Well, you're doing your best despite it. When did you start learning about emotions
“Since every other being here expresses emotions to some capacity, I believed it was neccesary to 'fit in' by studying cause and effect of various emotional scenereos. My research escalated after--.” He said while he walked back Morir’s severed arm.
Stolas's head looked heavy with guilt.”
“I understand. Remorse isn’t an easy thing to deal with. It takes time. Good luck, prince.”
The scene changes with Loona sitting in a meadow, a small stream trickling nearby with a single cherry blossom sitting towards the middle of the room. . There wasn’t any sun, but the room still produced light. She sat in the open space next to a crude, limestone tombstone.
“Hey. Sorry, it’s been a bit. Life’s been busy. I’ve been reading more of your journal.” Loona said while she tried to smirk.
“Heh, not like you can stop me.” she added, trying to smile.
“You were a pretty cool dude. It’s a shame we didn’t hang out more one on one. Archeon’s good. He’s learned how to fly the Tardis. He mentions how he wishes he had emotions like everyone else. Moxxie and Millie are doing alright. Blitz is doing fine, I guess. Stolas is still pretty upset. I mean, we’re all pretty upset, but Stolas shows it the most.”
After hearing a small rustle from behind, she feels her dads reddish arms wrapping around her. "Hey Loonie, you feeling alright?"
"pfft, me? You're the one that nearly died." Smiling, she lightly elbowed him in the gut.
With a chuckle, Blitz takes a seat next to Loona. "Yeah, foots no longer sore." He looks off into the artificial sky. For a moment, his smile goes back into a frown. "Fuck. I miss Gent..."
"It's...tough shit, but hey, we're still alive and kicking. Lets focus on that. Besides, I don't think he'd want us weeping for him."
"And does that stop any of us?" Blitz's head tilts down, adjusting so his knees meet his face.
Loona remains silent for a time. The two sit there, enjoying the moment of solace. No one knows how long it will last. "You got any plans tonight, dad? Vi and I were gonna watch a movie."
"Pft, like father like daughter..." He stifles a chuckle. "You wanna just pile everyone in and watch a movie together?"
Loona smiles. "Sure, why not." While getting up, she pressed a paw up against the tombstone. There was no name on the surface, just a 'G' chiseled into the limestone on its flat, stony surface.