From 1113's perspective. * indicates speaking on internal audio feed. The area is a dusty, abandoned lithium mine. The audio is silent, although there is movement. An icarian builds a robot in a remarkably short amount of time, seemingly with magic.
1113: Internal audio recording. Karako Karkalicious, Vriska Karkalicious, Birch Kejenda, Sadie Meneras, and a mech are within view. Kasenna Karkalicious and Mairan Anidali are present and hiding. Assigning number 91. Accompanied by 22619 and 510.
22619*: Vriska's within range.
1113*: No shit.
22619*: I'm your superior. Act like it.
1113*: Not yet you're not. If I keep going at this rate-
22619*: Shut up, I'm calculating initiative. A pause. That robot's running over. You, Vriska, Me, Meneras, Karako, Kejenda.
510*: Come on, boys. Act like you can stand each other. We've got this in the bag.
1113*: ...Recording begin on external feed.
A sudden influx of ambient sounds from the environment, primarily running and mechanical clanking as the robot dashes towards him. 1113 positions himself in front of and several steps to the right of Vriska, holding his scythe to attack. She turns to face him fully and slings her gun over her shoulder.
When the robot is approximately 10 feet away, 1113 steps directly in front of Vriska. It accomodates its path without registering her prescence.
Kasenna: From offscreen. {MOM-}
91 pushes Vriska directly into 1113's scythe and somewhat crushes her against him. She stumbles backwards, blood gushing out of her throat. She opens her mouth to say something, but drops dead before she can.
510*: FUCK YEAH!
1113 steps backwards. 91 also does so, looking up expectantly at Meneras. 0:09 of silence.
Karako: [I see.] He repeats this phrase several times as he draws his knife. [I see. Let's keep moving, then.]
22619 reaches out towards Vriska's body. He mumbles something inaudible. Her body's eyes open, glowing red with necromantic magic. She seems dazed and magically unable to speak.
22619: Assimilate. You'll survive longer that way.
Wordlessly, Karako aims his gun at 22619 and 1113. He misses and instead hits Vriska, leaving behind nothing but traces of scorched blue blood on the ground. He doesn't seem to react.
510*: This is fucking gold!
22619*: Dear god.
1113: Jokes aside, I don't think we can win this. We need to retreat for now.
510*: Aww, come on, the good part's just starting!
22619*: More fun for you. I'm not taking any more chances.
91 takes a hit from an offscreen projectile and now has chainguns instead of several limbs.
Meneras: PINWHEEL.
91 tilts its head.
Meneras: MAKE THEM PAY.
91 fires at 22619 and 1113. They both reel, with 1113 nearly falling over.
22619: OKAY, WE NEED TO LEAVE.
510*: Oh, looks like 1000 each. Ouch. Get outta here before Mr. Gunhands kills you.
22619 and 1113 begin to make their escape, starting to climb over the wall.
1113*: What happened to wanting us to stay?
510*: Iunno. Frankly, I'm happy to take this for myself.
Meneras: THANK YOU PINWHEEL.
22619 and 1113 make it over the wall.
Meneras: IF I EVER SEE YOUR FUCKING FACES AGAIN, I WON'T BE LOOKIN' AT 'EM FOR LONG!
The video feed cuts to a security cam. Kasenna is visible curled up behind a crate, staring at the sky. The rest of the crew are in their positions. No sign of Anidali.
510: Huh! That's not good! Do you, uh... still need ammo?
Meneras smashes her sentry into the building she's on top of.
Kejenda: DO YOU STILL NEED AMMO?! REALLY?! HEY BUDDY, MY BEST FRIEND IS DEAD BECAUSE WE STUCK AROUND HERE INSTEAD OF LEAVING!
Meneras: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
510: So. Uh. I'm assuming the resistance has fallen?
Kejenda: YEAH, I'D SAY SO!
510: Good.
The recording ends.
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