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Max had only just started eating, and wasn't planning on squandering her time out of the lab. Trying to ignore Ryoko's slightly off-putting eating habits, she speared a carrot with her fork and set about finishing her meal. As she ate, she wondered what class would be like. She'd honestly thought she was done with school. Then again, Max had thought about a lot of things that hadn't ended up happening; this was a chance for a fresh start. After all, it was this, or jail for god knows how long. She knew which one she preferred.
Hey, just thought I should let you know, I've got to go away for a couple days, and I won't have internet access, so I can't post for a little while, sorry!
Sorry, I didn't mean to come across as a bitch, I was just really confused
Arriving at the entrance to the mines, Centiel approached the first empty monitor, and signed in using the 8-digit code that identified her. Immediately, a window popped up on the screen, and absent-mindedly, she pressed it. Immediately, she regretted her decision. What had once been a small, discrete message grew in size until it took up half the screen, and the signature at the bottom told her that this was definitely not something that others should see.
Scrambling to shrink the message back to its original size, Centiel glanced over her shoulder to check that no-one had seen. Several feet away was one of the Sentinels on guard duty, but luckily, he appeared distracted by another miner. Sighing, she skimmed the note she had been sent.
It was happening. This was what she'd been waiting for. Although she knew very little of the plan that the person calling themself "The Agent" had in mind, she and the other miners (along with almost all of the humans in the facility, she was sure), had been swapping information whenever they could, and stashing away anything they could think of that might help when the uprising started. Mostly crude knives made from rock, or tools that had "gone missing", but some low-grade explosives were also among the supplies hidden away in the nooks and crannies of the mines.
During her time on the asteroid, Centiel had also met Al. Missing his right arm from the elbow, Al was one of the oldest miners she had come across, almost 34. The story of his lost limb changed each time someone asked, and he wore a useless prosthetic shaped into a mockery of the real thing. He would have been 'retired' from the mines years ago, except that he was as strong with his left arm as he had been with his right. And Al knew things about the upcoming coup, he'd even once let slip that he'd been in contact with The Agent personally.
No-one had gotten details out of him, but recently he'd been giving hints that things were starting to heat up, and Centiel felt that today of all days, she'd do well to find him and stick close. She wanted to be with someone who knew what was going on when the chaos started.
Scrambling to shrink the message back to its original size, Centiel glanced over her shoulder to check that no-one had seen. Several feet away was one of the Sentinels on guard duty, but luckily, he appeared distracted by another miner. Sighing, she skimmed the note she had been sent.
It was happening. This was what she'd been waiting for. Although she knew very little of the plan that the person calling themself "The Agent" had in mind, she and the other miners (along with almost all of the humans in the facility, she was sure), had been swapping information whenever they could, and stashing away anything they could think of that might help when the uprising started. Mostly crude knives made from rock, or tools that had "gone missing", but some low-grade explosives were also among the supplies hidden away in the nooks and crannies of the mines.
During her time on the asteroid, Centiel had also met Al. Missing his right arm from the elbow, Al was one of the oldest miners she had come across, almost 34. The story of his lost limb changed each time someone asked, and he wore a useless prosthetic shaped into a mockery of the real thing. He would have been 'retired' from the mines years ago, except that he was as strong with his left arm as he had been with his right. And Al knew things about the upcoming coup, he'd even once let slip that he'd been in contact with The Agent personally.
No-one had gotten details out of him, but recently he'd been giving hints that things were starting to heat up, and Centiel felt that today of all days, she'd do well to find him and stick close. She wanted to be with someone who knew what was going on when the chaos started.
Max smiled at the warmth shown by the others in the room; maybe this would go alright after all. Ryoko had confirmed her earlier thoughts, they were indeed all part of Vlad's experiments. And now that they were introduced, she took some time to actually look at the new people, which animals could they be then?
Roxy seemed lithe and slender; perhaps some form of cat? And Ryoko, she noticed, was wolfing down a hamburger; a meat-eater then. Lee, however, perplexed her. Were his eyes covered as a result of the experiments? She shuddered at the idea of losing her own sight.
Roxy seemed lithe and slender; perhaps some form of cat? And Ryoko, she noticed, was wolfing down a hamburger; a meat-eater then. Lee, however, perplexed her. Were his eyes covered as a result of the experiments? She shuddered at the idea of losing her own sight.
Whoa, can we hold the phone a sec? nerminator, if that's the way you want to play it, I'll shut up, but I thought I made it fairly clear in my last post that although Maele wasn't killing the tribute that attacked them, she did have the girl both pinned and unarmed, so how exactly does your post make sense? I'm not a total moron, contrary to popular belief, so I was just wondering if I'd missed something...?
Frozen for a moment from the shock of the attack, Maele hurried to grab her spear and help her friend. The attacking girl raised her blade above him, and Maele realised she wouldn't be able to cross the distance between them in time. Hefting the spear in her hand, she pulled back, and threw it with all her might.
It hit the girl in the shoulder, not the best shot, but enough to knock her off her feet. Sprinting, Maele closed the distance between them and pushed the girl to the ground, using her weight to pin her in place. But having thrown her spear; she was without a weapon, she would have to make the kill with her bare hands.
The girl struggled beneath Maele, the sword she had been carrying lost when the spear hit her. Her eyes were frenzied; fear and anger fighting for control. "I can't kill her." Maele said, not releasing the tribute, but not hurting her either. "Not like this."
It hit the girl in the shoulder, not the best shot, but enough to knock her off her feet. Sprinting, Maele closed the distance between them and pushed the girl to the ground, using her weight to pin her in place. But having thrown her spear; she was without a weapon, she would have to make the kill with her bare hands.
The girl struggled beneath Maele, the sword she had been carrying lost when the spear hit her. Her eyes were frenzied; fear and anger fighting for control. "I can't kill her." Maele said, not releasing the tribute, but not hurting her either. "Not like this."
The tension in the room was mounting as more people came in. Since the girl, two more had entered; a red-headed boy and another with covered eyes. Could he be blind? Max was unable to tell, because the boy carried himself well, and easily found a seat at another table.
Her excitement was rapidly starting to dissipate, replaced by nerves. This was not what she had expected when she had heard she would be leaving her room. Determined to put on a brave face, she spoke. "Uh, hi... everyone." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just trying to break the awkward silence. And, like she always did when she was embarrassed, she babbled. "I'm Max...ine. But you can call me Max... or Maxi... or... whatever is easiest. Are you part of Vlad's experiments too? I mean..." The room was so still that she almost choked on her words. "What're your names?"
Her excitement was rapidly starting to dissipate, replaced by nerves. This was not what she had expected when she had heard she would be leaving her room. Determined to put on a brave face, she spoke. "Uh, hi... everyone." She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, just trying to break the awkward silence. And, like she always did when she was embarrassed, she babbled. "I'm Max...ine. But you can call me Max... or Maxi... or... whatever is easiest. Are you part of Vlad's experiments too? I mean..." The room was so still that she almost choked on her words. "What're your names?"
The walk out of the lab took a long while, but Max hardly noticed; she was too bubbly with pent-up energy. "So where are we going?" She asked her guard, unable to hold herself back, but knowing that she wouldn't get a response. The guards hardly ever talked to her, and when they did, they always started the conversation and it ended quickly.
Finally, they entered a new room; one she'd never seen before (though that was hardly surprising, the facility must have been huge), and the guard stopped. He gestured her inside, and then left her, the door clicking behind him. The room was medium-sized, and so far, empty. There were a couple of tables in it's centre, lined with chairs, and she hovered near one, unsure as to what Vlad expected of her. Should she sit, or...? She was just about to pull out a chair when she heard the door. More guards, ushering along another girl, who looked around Max's age.
'Is she like me; another of Vlad's experiments?' Max wondered, trying to look casual and avoid staring. She finally made a decision and sat at the table, then stared at her hands, picking at a nail.
Finally, they entered a new room; one she'd never seen before (though that was hardly surprising, the facility must have been huge), and the guard stopped. He gestured her inside, and then left her, the door clicking behind him. The room was medium-sized, and so far, empty. There were a couple of tables in it's centre, lined with chairs, and she hovered near one, unsure as to what Vlad expected of her. Should she sit, or...? She was just about to pull out a chair when she heard the door. More guards, ushering along another girl, who looked around Max's age.
'Is she like me; another of Vlad's experiments?' Max wondered, trying to look casual and avoid staring. She finally made a decision and sat at the table, then stared at her hands, picking at a nail.
Maele recoiled in shock when Jay's face appeared among the stars. How could...? Matt, rustling through the tent, pulled out a shadowy figure that Maele realised was the corpse of their former friend.
She choked. "We can't just leave her lying there." Despite the fact that she knew a hovercraft would be sent for the body, Maele scrambled over to a bare patch of ground, and by the dying light of day and the glow of the fire, started scrabbling in the sand and dirt. Digging a hole big enough would take forever, but in that moment, she didn't care. Jay was the first tribute killed that Maele had even slightly known; her death brought home the true hopelessness of their situation.
She choked. "We can't just leave her lying there." Despite the fact that she knew a hovercraft would be sent for the body, Maele scrambled over to a bare patch of ground, and by the dying light of day and the glow of the fire, started scrabbling in the sand and dirt. Digging a hole big enough would take forever, but in that moment, she didn't care. Jay was the first tribute killed that Maele had even slightly known; her death brought home the true hopelessness of their situation.
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