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castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
itshilarious) wrote in castellae2017-04-10 05:56 pm
Ongoing PSL - In-game setting
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"
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He takes down two flight units, but hardly with ease. Their contingency programs wrack terror on his own processors, flooding his entire system with fragmented files that pile on weight, slowing down his efficiency. His visuals glitch in and out, the effectiveness of their security taking its toll on him. Once he gets to the last one, he's yanked into a corner by an android fast enough to break his focus. ]
Gh--!
[ 9S is grasped hard, the pursuer seeking to take him by the arm with clear intentions on pulling him away. Whether or not it's for termination or simply to capture him, he can't be sure. He's willing to debate on the second assumption, because they start to break out restraints. In the scuffle, he tries to pry himself away, the grip on his arm far too tight for him to simply pull away and run. Command has clearly sent the best of the best, knowing what they're up against.
His gaze falls over to 2B, frantic and horrified when he sees that she's fighting by the skin of her teeth. He opens his mouth to scream for her, but is immediately interrupted when the one trying to capture him strikes him hard. He grits his teeth, realizing the Pods are barely doing enough damage, and the further 2B is away from him, the worse this gets.
He makes a decision quick. Without thought. Without debating with the consequences. With a swift strike of the hand that holds his blade, 9S hacks off his arm with precision, thankful for its sharpness but immediately greeted with incredible pain. Sparks fly as the chords and supports are disconnected, but it's as if the dire situation has him able to ignore it.
It's then that 2B is able to get close, just as 9S breaks away where she physically tosses him far off. He lands against the wall with a loud clang, head coming into contact with the metal surface where his visuals immediately clock out. The impact is hard, enough to knock him unconscious where he doesn't witness her self-destructing for the sake of saving the two of them.
His arm had fallen to the ground, burned to a crisp as they fall into the debris previously lit ablaze. 9S isn't capable of feeling pain, at least, when he's forcibly powered down as his systems struggle to log back on. ]
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Pod. Administer logic antivirus to Unit 9S. [ She breathes, slumping down next to his prone form in order to assess the damage. He's unconscious, likely from both his injuries and from when she threw him, and she knows she has to act quickly... even if her reaction times are sluggish from her recent self-destruction. Ignoring the incessant beeping of her systems announcing their critical state, 2B obtains field bandages from her Pod, kneeling in front of 9S and binding the stump where his arm had been previously connected.
2B can hear the whir of his internal processes, and she breathes a sigh of relief. Now she just has to wait. With her clothing in tatters and her skin smudged and charred in places, she allows herself to sag against his front, her forehead pressing into his chest. ]
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9S coughs, the impact having caused damage to his internals where fluid flies from his lips. He's alive, but injured, though he isn't necessarily hanging by a thread. 2B is likely worse off than he is.
He doesn't forget the state of his arm; the warnings firing off in his peripheral doesn't let him. Nor does the pain that immediately kicks in. His nerve receptors are damaged at the elbow, sparking and dripping with vital fluid that bleeds through the bandage 2B had administered. He feels her at his chest, and she'll definitely hear the sudden increase of his pulse-rate as it struggles to go back to normal.
He hisses in pain, teeth grit as he grunts and struggles to regain control of himself. The idea of sitting up seems impossible, but he at least manages to reach his good arm towards her, cupping the back of her head. ]
Ah--Hnk.
[ His eyes frantically search around, gathering a detail of the area. ]
We...
Did we make it?
2B--
[ He tries to sit up, but he can't. A warning firing off in his visuals advises him that his motor functions have yet to fully restart. They protest in agony, pulling a pained sound from his lips. ]
Agh, crap.
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When 9S' hand warms against the back of her head, 2B lifts it, looking at him. She follows his line of vision as he glances around, taking stock of the area. At his question, she finally speaks. ]
Barely. We need to find a replacement for your arm.
[ 2B doesn't know what happened, but she knows what needs to be done; she gently settles him back down into a seated position as she winces, hauling herself to her feet. Though she sways slightly once she's upright, her Pod helpfully offers her a Medium Recovery, which she gladly takes. She instantly feels a difference, her equilibrium stabilizing and her visuals returning to full functionality.
Walking over to the pile of android corpses, 2B nudges one of them with the tip of her boot. ] These are new models. I don't know who any of these are. [ She kneels down, taking stock of what they have to work with. The majority of their bodies have been badly charred and broken by her self-destruction sequence, but she finds a few whose arms have remained relatively untouched.
Without further ado, 2B grabs three of the corpses, dragging them over to where 9S is and drawing her blade. She still feels a bit heady, but not enough to keep her off her feet. ]
Well... You have choices.
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It doesn't take much to realize that 2B is absolutely right. They barely made it. His pants are burnt, some of his flesh having been nipped by flames and debris. Not enough to require a replacement like his arm, but enough to be a severe issue if it's not attended to soon. He tries to bend them, realizing that his motor functions are slowly returning to him, and at least he can feel them.
That's a relief. What's better is that they're alive. And 9S hangs on to the fact that fear and dismay haven't quite hit him yet. Mentality-wise? He's... Better. That's likely due to the mission-ready part of him that's still ingrained in his programming.
2B drags the corpses to him, laying them out as if it's some neat presentation of choice. Like they're shopping. It's almost comical, but 9S can't help the way that his eyes glaze over from it. How many times has he lost his limbs by now? Nonetheless, he grunts as he tries to lean forward, eyes narrowing on his choices. On their deceased pursuers. ]
It's... Not a surprise. YoRHa lost their best Scanner and... Executioner model. Command likely created them with us in mind.
[ Expressing her true designation bothers him. It sounds wrong falling from his lips, even if it's a fact. It isn't out of the question to assume they've beefed up their artillery for the sake of detaining or terminating models who carry extremely classified intel and unique abilities. 9S feels a shred of validation and satisfaction to that when he looks upon their marred bodies. 2B had done a number on them, and he can't help the thrill he feels.
Another feeling to hang onto. A token to the pile of qualities about 2B that, honestly, turn him on to no end. A slight pang of discontent tries to ruin that, but he ignores it.
With his good arm, he points to his choice. ]
That one. Looks like there's minimal damage to it. I might be able to salvage the nerve-endings if it's a clean cut.
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... Huh. Guess they care after all, [ She says flatly, bitterness coloring her features. All things considered, this likely shouldn't surprise her. 9S is a valuable asset to YoRHa, and while 2B is not a Scanner model, he's her charge. If ever she's captured, she's likely to be made an example of and before being decommissioned, likely in a slow, painful manner, befitting the treasonous crime that she committed when she'd decided to defect.
While there's no love lost between herself and the Commander, 2B wonders what must be going on through her mind as she readies her blade against the arm 9S has selected. She thinks of her face as her sword slices neatly through the limb, the crackle of electricity and wet splash of vital fluids following the action. She holds it out to 9S, coming to kneel next to him and taking note of the numerous injuries sustained by his other limbs. ]
If you can't walk, I'll carry you. Do what you need to, but we shouldn't stay here for too long.
[ She resheathes her weapon, slumping to sit next to him. 2B knows he'll ask if he needs her assistance, but for now, she lets an unfamiliar lassitude settle upon her artificial limbs, exhaling deeply. ]
There's a lot of cover in the buildings here. We should be safe while we plan our next move.
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He grunts as he shifts uncomfortably against the wall, eyes falling upon 2B swiftly hacking off the android's arm. Their own kind. Androids they once sided with. The fact that 9S doesn't flinch when it happens speaks volumes of how a week has changed him. He realizes, then and there, that he can't bring himself to care about it.
They attacked them. It was necessary.
As 2B comes over with his replacement, he reaches for it. He exhales a labored breath, body still wracked in pain. ]
Should... Be fine. My processors are sluggish, likely from whatever fail-safe they had installed. I'll run a scan when we're far off.
[ Because they can't stay here long. 9S stares at the hacked end of the arm, turning it this way and that. 2B definitely got a clean cut, and it's clear that he'll, thankfully, have feeling in this arm. All he'll have to do is sauder the edges. It'll be painful, but...
He doesn't say anything to 2B's analysis, not yet. 9S has to get this done quickly so they can move forward. With a sharp inhale, he holds his breath as he roughly forces the arm into place. He's instantly greeted with a burning sensation that spreads from his elbow to the rest of him. His head throws back without intending to, a sharp cry of pain as the wires burn together, vital fluids spurting from the seam and burning his skin. ]
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2B fears that it's already too late to stop this, though, and her fears are confirmed by the way he simply gets down to work.
When he flinches, 2B starts, grasping him by the shoulder. She makes a small noise of alarm, though she knows this is necessary; her brow furrows as she grips him, her mouth set into a hard line. Part of her blames herself for this; accessing the Flooded City through the sewage tunnel had been her idea, and it had provided an adequate chokepoint for YoRHa to attack them. She curses quietly, knowing that thinking like that can be dangerous, but she can't help it.
Keeping her grasp on his shoulder, she looks to his face. ] You alright?
[ Her voice is riddled with concern, uncertainty clouding her features. ]
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In his silence, he catches his breath. 9S looks to his arm and slowly raises it, testing to ensure that it's installed properly. It's sore, which is a good sign, but it feels foreign all the same. 9S partly worries if its incompatibility will effect him in the future, but honestly? That's future 9S' problem. He can't focus on that. When he's able to confirm that he can feel it and that it moves, he drops it to his side, nodding at 2B. ]
F-Fine. I'm fine.
[ It's true that it would be tragic, were 9S to be twisted into something broken and dark. The progress that has followed their escape from YoRHa has been slow-going, painful and terrifying. And as such, it's created a sort of complex for 9S. If this is what's necessary, it's what's necessary. If the fear that drives them forward ruins his mind? It's what's necessary.
He's still in that mission-ready mode, likely incapable of breaking off from it until they're far away. And so, he works to get himself to his feet, not looking at 2B when the next suggestion falls from his lips. ]
Their parts.
[ His voice is labored, still pained and cracked. 9S grunts as he stands, knees shaking together while his motor functions still slowly return to him. He gestures his replacement-arm towards the scattered androids. ]
These are upgraded YoRHa Units. I can use that to our advantage. I have no doubt your internals took a hit like mine.
We'll scan their Black Box signals first.
[ Is 9S suggesting that they harvest the insides of their victims? Yes, yes he is. ]
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2B is confident that 9S can handle himself. He's always been able to. Though she's spent majority of her activation period as his ward and executioner both, she knows he doesn't really need her protection all that much. Even as doubts about a logic virus making its way into his systems in a carefully laid trap by YoRHa begin to cloud her mind, 2B knows that her partner isn't so reckless as to let such a thing happen to him.
At his confirmation, she releases his grip, standing up as he does. She's just about to suggest that they get a move on again when he beats her to the punch with his own proposal, prompting her to quirk a brow. ]
We should take what we can get, yes, but we should probably make sure that Command didn't leave any surprises for us in their corpses. If they were engineered specifically to bring us back, there's no telling what's inside them.
[ Still, she makes to line all of the bodies up in as orderly a fashion as she can manage, their corpses laying side by side before the both of them. She can tell just from looking at them that they're made of different stuff than she is; their appearances are more streamlined, their dermal layers more resilient. Their body armor is hardy, also, and 2B feels a surge of flattery; all of this trouble, just for the chance to bring her and 9S back. It's clear that they're not considered run-of-the-mill defectors back on the Bunker. ]
My internals are fine. [ She responds, though she guesses she can't be too sure. 2B unsheathes her blade when her task is done, swinging it a few times in front of her in order to assure that her motor processors are functioning optimally. ]
... Regardless, this is practical of you. If not a little morbid.
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I wouldn't doubt if they did. But there are steps I can take to avoid issues. I'll look into it when we set up camp somewhere.
[ Despite his nerves, 9S' tone is firm. Passive. It's as if the anger and fear of being attacked out of the blue has shut down his morale and optimism. He's thankful his Pod doesn't comment on that.
9S kneels before an android. He stares at the body a moment, realizing the implications of this. But it's necessary.
But they hurt them.
They hurt 2B.
They lied. They follow a pointless cause.
They hurt 2B.
They hurt him.
9S' gaze narrows at the body. 2B's comment hits his attention but he doesn't elaborate on it. Or even argue it's morbidity. No, he sighs simply. And without a word, reaches in to yank open its panel, digging in and immediately ripping away at chords and parts. ]
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[ 2B puzzles over him as he gets to work, her gaze fixed upon his face rather than on his hands. She wonders what he's thinking, what he's feeling; the hard edge to his voice clues her in slightly, but it also makes her feel like she's looking at a different person from the 9S she knows. He's hard. Almost ruthless. She'd known that these parts of him existed, of course, but some strange, inexplicable urge in her makes her want to try and soften him in any way she can.
She wonders how long it's been since she's seen him smile, true and genuine.
As he yanks open the android's panel, 2B sets to work on the body next to the corpse he's working on, systemically removing its panel, also. She doesn't root around inside, knowing that 9S is far better suited to the task than she is. Instead, she moves onto the next, opening its front hatch. And then the next. And the next. All until the insides of the bodies are exposed, ripe for harvesting.
2B's hands are coated in lubricant and other vitals, her movements having become erratic as time wore on. Thinking about the shift in 9S' voice has her shaking, though she hardly understands why. The morbidity of their task doesn't faze her in the least, but she darkness she senses in him shakes her to the very core. ]
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2B leaves him to his work, leaves him in a silence that is both calming and damning all the same. 9S initially finds no pleasure in prying his own kind open for the sake of harvesting parts. The concept seems so vulgar and wrong at first glance, but in recalling their lies and what this all has done to himself and his beloved 2B? It angers him.
As 9S yanks the mechanical heart of their pursuer, the crack and wet splatter of vitals seems so... Satisfying. As if karma has delivered itself upon them and 9S is merely the messenger. As if this god the humans so eagerly looked to has tasked him with this mission of survival and bringing retribution. As he passes through each android, it's almost like he passionately gets into it and digs deeper each time. Before long, 9S is covered in vitals, red fluid soaking his arms and splattering a picture on his face. With a heavy sigh, he packs everything away, finally standing. There's a silence that takes him while he stares along the line of dead androids. 9S licks his lips as he stares at his hands, just before unceremoniously wiping them along his pants. ]
We're done here.
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But she isn't. She wants to reach out and grip his shoulder, to stop him; this doesn't feel like the 9S she knows, and while her treacherous, android mind relishes in the display of violence, some stranger, louder part of her wants to stop him. To continue to keep him safe and soft.
2B stays her hand in favor of allowing him to work, knowing it won't do her much good. This is the path that she'd forced the both of them on. She watches as he packs the harvested components into his bag and simply inclines her head, saying nothing as she leads the both of them out of the tunnel.
She stays a few paces ahead of him, leading them towards a dilapidated building flush against the coast. While part of the wall facing the ocean has collapsed, a small area about a story above the water provides an adequate space to set up camp. The sky is dark, the sun shooting streaks of pale yellow through the greying clouds and providing adequate light as she walks into the space, ensuring that they are alone before she turns to face him. ]
It isn't much, but it'll do for a while. YoRHa will be coming around eventually, but I imagine it'll take them some time to recoup.
[ With little fanfare, 2B begins to move piles of rubble about in order to carve a space out for the both of them to comfortably settle. ]
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They would have died anyway.
He doesn't say a word the entire trek to camp. And he doesn't say a word when they set it up. The blood that coats his arms and clothing smells foul, like thick oil. It sticks to his shirt and makes his mock flesh feel slimy and disgusting. And so he pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it to the ground. He sighs and rolls his head back, as if to relieve tension that isn't there. Androids seize, but they don't cramp. ]
They'll see what we did. The Commander won't want to send anyone else down until they're stronger and incapable of being hacked. Or torn apart.
Doesn't matter. I'm the most adaptable S-model. Nothing will work unless they build something better.
[ He did, after all, build that back door. They know what they're dealing with. ]