"What happened to the O'Bannon?!" John Paul Recto demanded as yet another explosion rocked his ship. To his surprise, the explosion had actually been caused by his ship's anti-aircraft guns, which had finally taken down one of the attacking Hizacks. The crew's sudden jubilation would only be short-lived, however, as the radioman only had grim news to report.
"Sir, all long range communications are down! We're cut off from the O'Bannon!" the radioman reported, panic now evident in his voice, "Lookouts are reporting that her bow has been blown off, and..."
"What about the mobile suits?!" John asked, now getting worried as he saw several Hizacks come back for an attack run, "When the hell are they..."
"Too late!" a crewman screamed as a giant metallic head suddenly appeared in the main view screen, its mono-eye already flashing red as its pilot targeted the bridge. John's blood turned cold at that sight, knowing full well what would happen next...
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'Showoff...' Sylvie Greisser thought contemptuously as she fired, quickly blowing a hole right through the offending Hizack's cockpit. The vain idiot had stood completely still in front of the ship's bridge, obviously trying to scare the bridge crew by flashing the Hizack's mono-eye, and gave her a very easy shot. Only amateurs tried that stunt nowadays, and that particular pilot had found out too late that mobile suit combat is a brutally Darwinian affair, and she could only hope that the rest of these Titans are on the same evolutionary level as he was...
"Good... good timing, Sylvie," John welcomed, his voice still a little shaky from that near miss, "Glad you came along when you did, I almost thought that damn Zugock you're flying can't..."
"It's not over yet, John," Sylvie reminded, her eyes now trailing another group of incoming Hizacks, "This damn machine can't maneuver very well in space, and even if it could the odds are still far from our favor. I don't think I can save you this time. You should have just listened to me and stayed out of this war, that way I would have been the only casualty."
"Argue with me later," John replied quietly as the Shigure's anti-aircraft guns came back to life, trying to support Sylvie's Zugock E2, "I'm going to try to signal the O'Bannon for help. Maybe with a couple more mobile suits around..."
"Don't be naive," Sylvie replied coldly as she glanced at an orange mobile suit on the horizon, "As long as HE is around no help will come, because if the position had been reversed, I will certainly NOT be helping him..."
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"Ming! Move!" Arnold Jefferson ordered as he sealed his normal suit, the bridge having been decompressed by O'Brien's exploding mobile suit, "And I don't give a **** about your damn feelings! You have a job to do, now do it!"
"Colonel, Sir, with all due respect I can't leave the O'Bannon while she's damaged," Ming Chow answered, trying very hard not to arouse Jefferson's suspicions, "The Shigure can take care of herself, especially with that 'exceptional pilot' of theirs onboard who..."
"Ming, stop thinking of her and just do your ****ing job!" Jefferson repeated, "Many more lives are at risk, and if you won't get going, I'll find somebody who will!"
"Good idea, because I think she'll go on a psychotic rampage if Ming ends up saving her anyway," Yoko Nagato added gleefully, just unable to resist, "I'm not really in the mood to do anything, but I do like that old Zugock of mine, and if I can get back my jurisdiction over Subject V..."
"Shut up, Yoko, don't start turning traitor," Ming cut off coldly, angry that Yoko was letting her conniving side dominate her actions as always, "I will NEVER help that *****, and even if there are others that..."
"Shut up, BOTH of you!" Jefferson ordered angrily, now thoroughly pissed off at his two "ace" pilots, "You're BOTH relieved! Erich, get going! Lead the attack!"
"Me... me, Sir?" Erich Thompson asked shakily, Jefferson's decision taking him completely by surprise, "I..."
"You can't do that!" Ming protested, "Erich is junior to all of us, and even if..."
"Ming, shut the hell up," Jefferson snapped, not wanting to waste any more time arguing with Ming, "I don't have time to baby-sit a pair of hate mongers, and if I have to rely on rookies to get the job done, so be it."
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"You fools! Do I have to do everything by MYSELF?!" Iosef Filitov demanded as his men's latest attack run failed yet again to destroy the enemy cruiser and its lone escort. The enemy MSM did not posses any verniers that would allow it to effectively maneuver in space, yet it had managed to pour deadly accurate fire on his advancing columns, while his incompetent subordinates had failed completely to respond in kind. He quickly signaled his men to stand down as his own Marasai began moving forward. If you want something done right, he reflected, you have to do it yourself...
"John... get the hell out of here..." Sylvie warned as she spotted another incoming mobile suit, this one belonging to the enemy commander, "I'll try to hold them off as long as I can, but my ammunition has run out, and I don't think..."
"Sylvie, you know very well that I don't leave people behind," John responded as the Shigure's anti-aircraft batteries came back to life, trying their very best to shoot down the incoming Marasai, "Try to get back to the hangar, maybe we could..."
"John..." Sylvie started, until she realized that the Marasai had already managed to slip behind her Zugock, which lacked the necessary thrusters that would allow it to turn around in space. She watched as the Marasai brought weapon to its rear, and she realized that the words she would say next would probably be her last, "John, goodbye..."
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"DAMN IT!" Ming growled as he sped towards the Shigure, firing wildly as he did so. He absolutely DETESTED having to help that despicable, murdering *****, but Jefferson hadn't given him a choice, and now his sense of "duty" had supposedly prevailed. As he continued firing however, it became apparent that the vast majority of his shots were heading straight for Sylvie.
"***HOLE!" Sylvie screamed as she realized that death was now coming from another, entirely different source, and she instinctively activated her mobile suit's leg thrusters to evade. To her surprise, her Zugock managed to evade not only Ming's wildly aimed shots, but also the more disciplined ones coming from the enemy commander. Unfortunately, the move also left her well outside of the protective range of the Shigure's AA guns, and a pair of Hizacks quickly began exploiting her increased vulnerability.
"Hah! So even your comrades think that it is time for you to die!" Filitov declared as his men fired their 120mm machine guns at the nearly helpless Zugock, punching holes all over its body and chopping off the weapon arm, "You spacenoid fools give up far too easily, and that is why Earth shall always triumph!"
"And why don't you just stop blabbering, you Titans *******!" Sylvie demanded defiantly even as the cockpit screens began to explode, showering her with fragments while a hail of bullets slowly tore her Zugock apart, "Finish me off already! I don't need any pity from monsters like you!"
"Hey Sylvie, what about pity coming from monsters like me?" a mischievous voice offered as a blue mobile suit suddenly interposed itself between the battered Zugock and the attacking Hizacks, firing at the Titans mobile suits as it did so, "You wouldn't also turn ME away, would you?"
"You wish..." Sylvie muttered as her eyes narrowed in dread, truly wishing that she was already dead rather than being saved by this... madwoman, "I'd rather deal with the devil himself than with somebody like you, and if I had any weapons left, I would be shooting YOU and your little partner rather than those Titans."
"Oh come on Sylvie, you know very well that I'm just a good friend looking out for your best interests," Yoko replied happily as one of her shots beheaded an attacking Hizack, "Besides, that Titans officer had the NERVE to punch holes all over MY beautiful Zugock, and had DARED to insult spacenoid sensibilities in MY presence, so I'd really, really like to teach that ******* a couple of lessons right about now..."
"Fine, but I wouldn't bet on it," Sylvie observed as her Zugock's mangled arm pointed towards the rapidly approaching enemy cruiser, whose guns were now slowly turning towards their positions, "Yoko, just do me a favor and shoot me before you get yourself killed. I'd prefer to have a head start before you start hunting me again in the after-life..."
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'Go to hell *****, you deserve it...' Ming thought viciously as he watched the Dorcetshire's guns lock themselves into position, their barrels now aimed directly towards Sylvie's badly damaged Zugock. He had long regretted his decision to spare her in their first, bloody encounter, but at long last, he could finally savor the moment of seeing the destruction of his most hated nemesis. Erich was now recklessly dashing forward to aid the beleaguered Captain Greissier, reluctantly followed by Yun Hitachi, but Ming knew that their efforts would be in vain, and Sylvie would finally...
It didn't happen. Much to his surprise, a volley of beams suddenly struck the Dorcetshire, damaging the ship's main fire control systems along with one of its turrets. Its skipper, realizing that his ship was under fire, wisely quickly backed off and managed to evade a second volley of beams, while its guns turned around to meet the source of the fire. A short gun battle erupted as the Dorcetshire and its opponent exchanged fire, but the lack of accurate fire control quickly forced the Titans ship to withdraw along with its escorts, leaving little behind for the battered AEUG ships. Ming then noticed that another squad of AEUG's GM IIs had entered the area, and he could barely contain his disgust as he realized that some of them were ACTUALLY "assisting" that ***** who...
"Thanks..." Sylvie's voice said quietly over the radio, which only further disgusted Ming, who was unwilling to believe that Sylvie actually had a sense of gratitude, "If... I didn't know better, I'd say that someone was still watching over me."
"Perhaps there is, Captain," a voice answered as a Salamis-class cruiser appeared on the horizon, its guns still glowing red after the beating it had inflicted on the Dorcetshire, "I am Major Helen Ardulace of the AEUG Cruiser Achilles. Hello Shigure, looks like we got here just in time."
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"I'm sorry I had to pull you off the line, Iosef, but I didn't have much of a choice," Benito Ferrelli apologized as his mobile suit commander's Marasai landed on the flight deck, obviously a little annoyed that they had been unable to finish off that enemy cruiser. Filitov's anger, however, was directed only at his enemy.
"No, Sir, do not apologize," Filitov replied briskly, "Your recall order was correct. If I had stayed any longer and tried to destroy that MSM, my teams would have been enveloped by those newly arrived AEUG mobile suits, and I doubt we could have survived. In fact, I must thank you for being so prompt in warning us of the third enemy cruiser's approach. We must now focus our attention on dragooning as many Federal units as possible to help us hunt down this battle group, as our force is clearly insufficient to face such a large enemy formation."
"Agreed, Captain. We'll need at least two more cruisers to ensure fire support superiority, plus around ten more mobile suits to ensure that we outnumber them two to one," Ferelli calculated, "Where do you suggest we start looking?"
"Somewhere around Green Oasis, Sir, probably Luna 2," Filitov suggested, eyeing the three cruisers now rapidly disappearing off the horizon, "I have no doubt they are here to gather information on Operation Apollo, and if we can deny this information to the AEUG, then we may not even need to fight them again in order to assure our victory..."
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"Major, am I glad to see you..." Jefferson observed as he finally caught a glimpse of Helen Ardulace through the videocom. A rather beautiful lady with a stiff, no-nonsense air about her, Ardulace was well known for being one of the few female ship Captains in the male-dominated officer corp of the Federation, and for being an extremely competent one at that, "However, I thought we were supposed to meet in Green Oasis on the 6th. Why did you...?"
"Sir, we picked up the Dorcetshire two days ago and found that she had altered course," the Major replied smartly as she subtly eyed her new CO, "I was worried that she may have been sent to track down your battle group, so I chose to rendezvous with your ships at the earliest opportunity. Fortunately, it seems my decision was correct."
"It certainly was, Major. Thank you," Jefferson approved, wondering what might have happened if her cruiser and its four escorting GM IIs had not appeared when they did, "Well then, I guess I'll have to welcome you to our merry little fleet. I'll call a meeting as soon as possible to..."
"Sir, forgive me for saying so, but no introductions are really necessary," the Major interrupted, her face not betraying any emotions she might now be feeling, "I know that most of your personnel are One Year War Side 2 veterans like myself, and I'm still quite acquainted with most of them. However, it might take me a while to get used to taking orders from the former commander of the Zeon Side 2 Fleet, so please warn me if I become a little insubordinate."
'Great, does EVERYBODY from the old 17th Fleet know who I am and what I did?' Jefferson moaned to himself as he remembered that Ardulace had commanded a cruiser in Sylvie's unit during the war, and almost wished that he wasn't being constantly reminded of the pain he had inflicted on both sides during that conflict, "Look, Major, I understand that you may be reluctant to serve under my command, so I have to say that..."
"No need for apologies, Sir," the Major assured, though Jefferson noticed a small glint in her eyes that seemed to indicate otherwise, "We were all soldiers just doing our duty back then, and I don't really feel any ill-will towards you or your men. My hatred is reserved only for those tyrants who used us as pawns in their insane quest for power, and that is why I chose to join AEUG and fight these murdering Titans."
"Well... thank you, Major," Jefferson replied quietly, a little relieved that not everyone shared Sylvie's militant attitude, but still couldn't help feeling guilty because of what he had done. She had probably lost many friends because of his actions, and even though he was only doing his duty, he knew that it was really nothing more than an excuse... "I've already met far too many people who have been blinded by hate, and I'm glad you aren't one of them."
"Don't be too glad yet, sir, because I tend to be an exception," the Major warned as she motioned towards a pair of "bickering" mobile suits now landing on the Shigure's deck, "To many, the pain is simply too great to handle, and once that pain takes everything away, the only thing that's left is their hatred. I would be careful with people like that if I were you, sir. I wouldn't want to continue hurting someone who has already suffered far too much in the past."
'And I assume you're referring to Sylvie?' Jefferson thought to himself as he bit his lip, realizing that Ardulace probably knew the whole story through the 17th Fleet's rumor mill. It pained him to know that the Major was probably right, but he also knew that he didn't have a choice. Ming still hadn't truly learned from his mistakes, and without "her" to remind him of his past, Ming could very well return to the dark path he had once taken, and that was something he could NEVER allow to ever happen again... "I'll take that under advisement, Major, but for now I think Major Recto has things well under control..."
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"Oh great... At this rate all hell is going to break loose..." John muttered as Sylvie stormed into the debriefing room, obviously still fresh from yet another scuffle with Yoko. Landing the shattered Zugock E2 on the Shigure's damaged flight deck had been difficult enough, but with the destruction of the O'Bannon's mobile suit hangars, the Colonel had to temporarily "relocate" Ming's mobile suit team to the Shigure, and John knew very well that there was no way that Sylvie could EVER tolerate being on the same ship as Ming...
"Sir... Captain Chow is landing without permission!" William O'Connor reported worriedly as the Shigure shook noticeably from the collision, "He's demanding to be let in!"
"Oh ****..." John muttered as a grinning Yoko also entered the room, further compounding an already very dicey situation, "O'Connor, look, get some men, and..."
"John, get me a knife!" Sylvie ordered as she turned around to face Yoko, seemingly ready to start disemboweling the former Zeon SpecOp trooper, "If those two are giving you trouble, then I'd be happy to..."
"Kill us for him? How ungrateful of you, especially after how I just saved your life..." Yoko taunted, "But then again, you're just an insane ***** anyway, and I'd be happy to take you on in a nice, little fist fight while..."
"Sylvie don't listen to her!" John interrupted, not wanting to hear any more of Yoko's wacky ideas, "Sylvie, stop it, you don't have to do this, we can..."
"Oh John, don't be naive... Of course she had to do it!" Yoko countered, enjoying this particular spat with Subject V, "She's just an insane killing machine that wants to destroy Ming and everybody around him, and until then she won't take orders from anyone. You won't get to her this way. You have to do it MY way, through a combination of torture and blackmail, and maybe just a little bit of neural re-programming..."
"Yoko, that enough!" John shouted, disgusted at how Yoko could view another human being, "Remember, you're still on MY ship, and I won't have you insulting...'
"John, stop it," Sylvie interrupted in a deathly quiet tone, "As I said before, stop caring about me. She's right. I am nothing more than just a killing machine, and no matter what you do, you won't be able to bring the old me back..."
"Sylvie..." John started, shocked at how...
"See John? I'm ALWAYS right..." Yoko declared triumphantly with a smirk, "So why don't you just hand her over to me, I promise to find whatever scraps of humanity she has left and..."
"But John, I know you're also going to need a killing machine like me, because you're such an ***hole and keep trying to get yourself killed," Sylvie continued, her eyes locked on a now surprised Yoko, "So, if you're offer still stands, then I will be... willing to accept it without any conditions. I guess... even in my current state, I'm not yet... incapable of doing the right thing."
"Sylvie?" John started again, this time in surprise rather than in shock. Was she... actually coming around? Was she...?
"Hey, now wait a minute you *****..." Yoko started, now beginning to grit her teeth in frustration, "Sylvie, you seem to forget that..."
"Lieutenant Nagato, I suggest that you change your tone," _Captain_ Gressiere ordered, now feeling some... satisfaction that she had wrong-footed Yoko for once, "Due to your demotion, remember that I am now a superior officer, and you MUST address me with proper respect by calling me MAM!"
"It doesn't matter," Yoko growled, angry that Sylvie was actually trying to "rebel" from her authority, "Because you've still..."
"Oh, but it DOES matter," John agreed with a smile, remembering his first meeting with the then innocent and caring Sylvie, and how similar the situation was now as it was then, "Though you may argue that I'm not really that formal a guy, in your case, I think I'll make an exception, so start showing proper respect or I'll throw you in the brig."
"Fine, SIR. Fine, MAM," Yoko grumbled, to the amusement of John and, to a much lesser extent, Sylvie, "But both of you are still forgetting one very important thing..."
As if on cue, the doors suddenly slid open, and a scarred, angry man entered the room, seemingly spoiling for a fight. Sylvie's eyes instantly burned in anger as she realized who it was, and she likewise readied her stance. It was Ming.
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"Chief, calm down..." General Heinrich Pluskat ordered as he noticed the anger on Captain McDermut's face, obviously not happy at the new arrival, "He's already taken away the Old Lady, don't let him take away your career."
"Excuse me, Sir, but the Old Lady IS what's left of my career..." McDermut answered a he took a step towards the newly arrived Federal Colonel, who only smiled as he recognized McDermut. It was Colonel Justin De Grasse, Commanding Officer of the EFSFS Richelieu and the perennial nemesis of Commodore Megan Hawkins, even well after her death...
"My, my Chief, it has been a long time," the Colonel welcomed, the tone of his voice seemingly designed to further provoke an already angry McDermut, "And as you can see, I won."
'Arrogant *******, you don't need to gloat...' Pluskat thought disapprovingly but did not say out loud, concentrating instead on Captain McDermut's state of mind. McDermut had been Commodore Hawkins' most loyal subordinate, and had been witness to the bitter rivalry between Hawkins and De Grasse. Both warship designers during the war, Commodore Hawkins' proposal to upgrade warships with mobile suit hangars had ultimately won out over De Grasse's outdated adherence to the "Big Ship, Big Gun" strategy so prevalent among the Federation's old guard, but unfortunately the good Commodore did not live long enough to see her vision become a reality. Hawkins had been killed at the Battle of A Bao A Qu, and De Grasse had seen to it that he regained control over the Federation's Warship Design Bureau after the war to erase all of her much needed reforms. His pre-historic stupidity eventually caught up with him however, as so vividly pointed out by the disastrous performance of his 83' flight Salamis- class cruisers during the Delaz Fleet crisis, and after his disgrace De Grasse had devoted most of his time and energies in tormenting Hawkins' remaining associates. McDermut however, wasn't the type to take this lying down...
"Fine, SIR," McDermut grumbled after a long silence, obviously doing his best to control his temper, "Have you anything else to say before I depart?"
"Actually, I have," De Grasse replied with a sly grin, before handing McDermut a camera, "Get me a couple of snapshots of your wretched ship when she explodes. It should be the crowning piece of my collection."
"*******!" McDermut shouted as he threw the camera back at De Grasse's face, who caught it mid-air before it landed, "You may be a bloody Colonel, but I..."
"Oh? Did I hurt your petty little feelings?" De Grasse cut off sarcastically, before turning around to leave, "Well too bad, because instead of those snapshots, I want your resignation. Have it filed by the end of the week."
"You son of a *****!" McDermut growled as he stomped after the fleeing De Grasse, wanting to give the arrogant Colonel a piece of his mind, but Pluskat quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and kept him from going any further, "Let go of me, Sir! I've had it with that nonsensical *******, and now that he's sacking me, I can just..."
"Find yourself in the brig," Pluskat reminded, "Chief, remember, he still outranks you, and he won't hesitate to file charges if you start resorting to physical violence. Besides, your resignation would have to go through ME first, and you can be sure as hell that I'm NOT going to approve it."
"Sir, thank you for that vote of confidence..." McDermut replied more calmly, though his face was still fuming in anger, "But with the Old Lady gone I might as well..."
"Chief, look, I know you're going to miss the Warspite, we still have our responsibilities," Pluskat reminded dutifully, yet trying to be consoling at the same time, "I can't afford to lose a great engineer like you, so don't go off and do something stupid. Reports have indicated that a couple of AEUG cruisers have infiltrated the area around Green Oasis, and I DON'T want you trying to be a hero, alright?"
McDermut frowned mightily at Pluskat's last comment, but, out of loyalty, decided to follow his CO's advice for the moment. "Alright, Sir, don't worry, no heroics..." McDermut replied with a sigh, still looking decidedly unhappy at the ignominious fate intended for the Warspite, "Anything else, Sir?"
"Actually, yes," Pluskat replied, the tone of his voice now becoming very serious, "Aside from being a hero, I would also appreciate it if you don't suddenly disappear. I think far too many of us have been tempted to join the rebellion, and it would REALLY make my life here more difficult if you ended up being one of them..."
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"Administrative leave?" Eaton Hawkins asked doubtfully as Natalie Dolvich finished explaining to him her "current" situation. Gen. Wilkins had, as he had promised, filed charges against Lt. Col. Dolvich, and she was now being forced into administrative leave while a committee "investigated" the matter. However, it seemed as though she had other ideas in mind while this "investigation" took place...
"I'd prefer to call it a long overdue vacation, Hawkins," Natalie replied with a grin, seemingly untroubled by Wilkins' plot to ruin her career, "And... this time, for once, I... I would like to spend it with you."
"Mam..." Hawkins replied, feeling the color rise in his face as he did so, "Please, I don't think it's really proper for us to..."
"Hawkins, look..." Natalie started, feeling the color rise in her own face as well, "Wilkins is going to try to ruin both of our careers for letting the New Guinea Base and his precious Barzam project get destroyed, and I'm almost certain that he's going to succeed."
"Mam, you don't know that..." Hawkins whispered, now feeling as though... he truly was beginning to conspire against the organization he was supposed to protect, "They've already managed to rebuild some of the facilities in New Guinea, and they've recovered enough data from the Barzam project to..."
"To make a piss-poor mobile suit that's barely any better than a GM II," Natalie reminded, "Hawkins, I've seen the report, and much of the Barzam's special equipment, including a nifty little beam machine gun that our engineers have been developing, was either captured or destroyed by those... "rebels". Wilkins isn't happy that his supposedly war-winning mobile suit has now been reduced to nothing more than a plain-vanilla GM II, and he's sure to pin the blame on both of us to save his career."
"But, Mam, without our ranks, we would be hard-pressed to expose Wilkins' treachery," Hawkins countered, "Unless, of course... you're already thinking of some other way to make Wilkins pay for his crimes..."
"Indeed I have, Hawkins," Natalie replied with a nod, drawing her face only inches away from his, wanting him... to know that she trusted him and him alone, and that... she probably was going to... "rely" on him even more... "While we're off on our little vacation, I think we should start canvassing for an alternate career..."
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"Colonel, we may be part of a rebellion, but I never expected anything like THIS!" Major Ardulace observed angrily as she entered the Shigure's debriefing room, which was now slowly being destroyed by a fistfight taking place within its walls. Both Sylvie and Ming were in the thick of it, obviously trying their best to kill each other, while others tried in vain to restrain them, particularly the now badly bruised John. It had been John who had called for help after his own security forces failed to restrain the two heated opponents, and she could tell from the faces of those present that this fight could rapidly escalate far out of control...
"Attention on deck!" Colonel Jefferson ordered angrily, trying his best to gain everyone's attention but failing to do so, "Everyone! Cease and desist! I won't have my people go off and..."
'That's not going to work, Colonel...' Ardulace thought tiredly, getting annoyed at how "tolerant" her fellow officers were of their men's antics. She quickly pulled out her sidearm and aimed it at the floor. Sometimes, she reminded herself, even the most brutal tactics have their uses...
The sound of three gun shots suddenly eliminated all other sound in the room, quickly causing some less courageous individuals to scramble for cover. Jefferson's eyes went wide as he realized what Ardulace had done, even more so as he realized how close those bullets were to his feet, but an angry glare from her quickly made him too nervous to complain. In the center of the room, both Ming and Sylvie, still grabbing each other by the neck, stopped their fight for a moment to survey the new arrival. Ardulace resisted an urge to smile as she decided to re-introduce herself...
"I am justice, and my word is law," Helen declared, aiming her gun at the two primary offenders, "And it is time for both of you to be judged. So I suggest you desist, lest I also choose to become your executioner..."
Author's Remarks:
- * Just in case anybody's wondering, yes, Ardulace is a fan of "Planescape: Torment", and she's also met a certain character from RedComet's fan fiction What Cost for Freedom?. ^_^
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