[h2][color=DC143C]Red[/color][/h2]
[color=40E0D0][i]Let's be rationale here...[/i][/color]
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For days now, Red knew she was getting close to something here. This desolate wasteland had to hide something significant and every moment she was here, on this planet, in this so very different world; she knew something had to be here. She was always just misfortune enough to miss it. Whatever it was. The planet was scarred but there were details left behind of previous scuffles and interactions, but Red was always late, it seemed. But finally she'd have her fortune, although it wasn't a very good fortune.

[color=40E0D0][i]"Red, take a moment to consider what you are doing here."[/i][/color] The low hum of her companion called out from his mysterious blue glow. His voice was always soothing and even now she felt a trickle of that peace of paradise that was so wrongfully robbed from them both. 

[color=40E0D0][i]"It was probably a mistake. We should let it go."[/i][/color] He called out to her again but he was unable to physically stop any of this happening. Even if he could, he wouldn't want to. It was Red's decision. He only watched as she climbed higher on the steps of a ruined temple of a civilization, long forgotten. Behind her, a body was in tow. A man with an outfit the likes neither of them had seen up until five minutes ago when they saw others. More of them. Lots more. All were congregating around a central location, stirring like a hive underneath the busy traffic of ships. This one in tow just happened to stray too far and got a little jumping at meeting someone new.

[color=40E0D0][i]"It's not too late. We can turn around and leave..."[/i][/color] He sounded desperate this time but he really knew their fate. She wasn't going to let it slide.

For a moment, Red watched the strange organization, passively studying them without much of a thought. Then at moment of her convenience she dropped the man she had been dragging for the past several minutes elevated her sword to point directly at the center of that busy hive. [color=40E0D0][i]"You know... There are better ways to knock."[/i][/color]

[color=40E0D0]Breach()[/color]:[i]Transistor[/i] began to glow in a bright turquoise before a silent streak of that same color darted swiftly across the field of activity. The shot was pure power and was definitely lethal if one wasn't prepared for it. But Red's intention never was to kill. In fact, she didn't even harm that man she had dragged up here, not physically anyway. Probably just hurt his pride. She bent down and roughly grabbed his color before hoisting him up to his knees. Red snarled to make herself look angry as if to convey the message she felt insulted by this guy. She wasn't much of a talker but there was no point in saying anything now. They couldn't hear her. Hopefully they would come up and ask to which, Red would gladly explain the situation.

No, Red didn't want to kill anyone. She just wanted the trash picked up and an apology would be nice, too...