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[indent][color=silver]This was what the end of the world must look like, thought Aissi.

As she stood atop the [i]Corvo,[/i] she stared at the death that was unfolding before her, brilliant crimson eyes almost glassy as she gazed at the carnage. There was something...[i]beautiful[/i] about it, in some twisted way. The chaos, the confusion; they stroked comfortingly against something deep in her brain, something she hadn't felt in any of the countless simulations she'd run back in the lab. The [/color][i][color=e00000][b]knot[/b][/color][/i][color=silver]. The bloom of plasma that had ripped across the Aberrant line ahead of them from the colossal cannon she was only a few dozen feet from, setting her ears ringing and her teeth on edge, only sharpened that feeling. It was all just so...so [i]real.[/i] The Aberrants, the people, everything splayed out before her; it wasn't just fragments of stitched-together code being projected in front of her anymore. The sights of slaughter and fire, the sounds of pounding artillery and agonized screaming, of explosions and plasma and Alto's voice buzzing in her ear. The [i]smells[/i] of boiling blood, scorched ozone, and the oil of shattered machines. The feeling of danger as blasts of annihilating light tore by her. As high off the ground as she was, it all still felt so [i]close,[/i] and her heart was [i]racing[/i] faster than it ever had. Her lips curled into a trembling smile. All the sims were so woefully inadequate. [i]This[/i] was what it meant to be outside the lab. This was what it was like to [i]live.[/i] 

Before she could make another move or entertain another thought, another spike of the alien-yet-not feeling she'd felt in the hanger pierced through her brain again as the [i]Corvo[/i] darted around, this time much stronger, and she sucked in a shuddering breath scented with gunsmoke. No longer just elation, but a delicious compulsion. [/color][i][color=e00000][b]Euphoria[/b][/color][/i][color=silver]. And not only euphoria, either. A seething [/color][i][color=e00000][b]excitement[/b][/color][/i][color=silver] that she barely had the presence of mind to realize wasn't quite her own. The magnets on one of her palms released, and her taloned fingers raked down the mech's hull with the sparking screech of metal against metal as she fought against the urge to throw herself from the mech and butcher everything beneath her. An altogether out of place sound dripped from her mouth as the oh-so-alluring impulses coiled around her like smoke: "[/color][color=e00000]Ah...[/color][color=silver]"

"[/color][color=e00000]...A-haha...[/color][color=silver]"

"[/color][color=e00000]...Ahaha[i]hahaaahAHAHA![/i][/color][color=silver]"

She threw her head back as her laugh grew steadily louder and less controlled, and her Wingblades flared out to their full span and reared back like scorpion tails poised to strike. Laserfire sparked from the generator placed on each, then raced down the edges with a sizzling sound, engulfing them in a shroud of violent red light that shone through the gloom. The smoke had crawled its way inside her now, casting a beautiful haze over her thoughts. Beneath her, an Aberrant Bishop plowed through the defensive line, its spear crushing and slashing with brutal ease. She could feel her core pulsing in her back, beating with savage glee alongside her heart. The laugh finally cut off and, although a choked-back giggle mangled it, a single word was spoken into Alto's cockpit as she succumbed to her desire:

"[/color][color=e00000]Descending.[/color][color=silver]" 

If there was a response, she couldn't hear it, or understand it; words dissolved into the haze and turned to garbled radio static in her head. The only thing that mattered was cleaving and slicing and tearing and [/color][i][b][color=e00000]KILL KILL KILL[/color][/b][/i][color=silver] her target and anything that tried to get in her way.

She ripped her fingers from where they'd seized in the [i]Corvo[/i]'s hull, leaving jagged gashes in their wake. The sound of scraping metal shredded against her ears once more, and she shuddered at the beauty of it, a crazed smile that bared far too many teeth spreading across her face. Then, body taut with nerves and joy, she released her final clamp and activated her engines again. They roared to full throttle in a split second, and she [i]screamed[/i] forwards at a speed she didn't know she could reach, cleared the edge of the [i]Corvo's[/i] shoulder in the space of a blink, and catapulted herself into space. Blazing over the throngs below like a meteor and descending on the Spearman before a single laser could hope to draw a bead on her, she snapped her Wingblades forward. With all the force behind her strike, her engines running at top speed, and her absurdly fast descent, they seemed nothing so much as twin bolts of red lightning.

She was AIS S1. 

She was built to fight.[/color] 

[color=e00000][i][b]Made to kill.[/b][/i]
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