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Mez's grin faded slowly as his former lover began unabashedly flirting with the Human she called Farvis. He too began to reciprocate her verbal advances. He knew that she was doing it to get at him but it worked all the same. Not in the way she would have hoped, however. A cold chill ran down his spine, a surprisingly familiar feeling, yet an old one. One he hadn't experienced since...since Xerxes. It was a deadly emotion, not anger nor was it rage but something a lot calmer. It was an eerie feeling, a silent vow of resignation to kill a man not out of hatred or resentment but pure will. This wasn't a brash reaction, but a cold and calculated decision. Farvis would die by his hand. Marga had never been witness to this side of him before, even despite the numerous times he had flown into a fit of jealousy and anger previously. No. This was the monster he truly was, the assassin created by his own people who knew only the mission.
But it would have to wait. During their brief spat, the others had found a way onto the ship. Well the Gygan, Hundred was her name, had actually, which wasn't exactly a surprise. During his many years oppressing several races of the cosmos for his former Government, Mez had come across a few Gygan servitors. He'd even captured and enslaved one himself, a feat he held in high regard given how resilient and resourceful the bastards were. Their technology was incredibly similar to Visipian tech, however, the Gyges Consortium seemed to hold the leading edge on the matter, which is why he was tasked with capturing one of them. Rosenthal, the Eternal Lord of Research & Technology, had become infatuated with their work, hailing it as a piece of art. It was he who combined Visipian Cybernetics with Gygan Technology to create the 'perfect' cybernetic implants. The very implants that resided as a part of his being. In a strange sort of way, the thought of Hundreds as his tech-sister. A ridiculous thought but at least that showed he was still part organic.
He stood suddenly, deciding not to dignify Marga with a response. Her time would come along with her filthy Human. His eyes were glazed over now and his expression; Ice cold. He was every bit the killer he grew up to be. He strode forward with purpose towards the cockpit. He noticed the door sliding open and the other Human going inside. Mez reached the doorway and peered through the cockpit window. What he saw was the Gygan standing in front of the airlock they had talked about entering. It was barely open but he could easily make out movement on the floor beyond her. It was a blue and rather fluid-like thing. He enhanced his optical lenses, quickly discovering that the thing was actually plural and they were droids of some kind, similar to a Rock-Beetle back on Visipia. The human who had entered the cockpit began to speak about an incoming asteroid field. "The human is right, those two are jeopardizing the mission. And I don't intend to be shot to shit by a bunch of space rocks."
But it would have to wait. During their brief spat, the others had found a way onto the ship. Well the Gygan, Hundred was her name, had actually, which wasn't exactly a surprise. During his many years oppressing several races of the cosmos for his former Government, Mez had come across a few Gygan servitors. He'd even captured and enslaved one himself, a feat he held in high regard given how resilient and resourceful the bastards were. Their technology was incredibly similar to Visipian tech, however, the Gyges Consortium seemed to hold the leading edge on the matter, which is why he was tasked with capturing one of them. Rosenthal, the Eternal Lord of Research & Technology, had become infatuated with their work, hailing it as a piece of art. It was he who combined Visipian Cybernetics with Gygan Technology to create the 'perfect' cybernetic implants. The very implants that resided as a part of his being. In a strange sort of way, the thought of Hundreds as his tech-sister. A ridiculous thought but at least that showed he was still part organic.
He stood suddenly, deciding not to dignify Marga with a response. Her time would come along with her filthy Human. His eyes were glazed over now and his expression; Ice cold. He was every bit the killer he grew up to be. He strode forward with purpose towards the cockpit. He noticed the door sliding open and the other Human going inside. Mez reached the doorway and peered through the cockpit window. What he saw was the Gygan standing in front of the airlock they had talked about entering. It was barely open but he could easily make out movement on the floor beyond her. It was a blue and rather fluid-like thing. He enhanced his optical lenses, quickly discovering that the thing was actually plural and they were droids of some kind, similar to a Rock-Beetle back on Visipia. The human who had entered the cockpit began to speak about an incoming asteroid field. "The human is right, those two are jeopardizing the mission. And I don't intend to be shot to shit by a bunch of space rocks."