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fandomweekly2016-11-30 03:51 pm
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[#023] In for a Pound (Marathon)
Theme Prompt: #023 - In for a Penny
Title: In for a Pound
Fandom: Marathon
Rating/Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mention of unethical experiments
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: ~450
In for a Pound
The door switch was jammed. The security officer gave it a long, considering look, took five steps back, hefted the assault rifle, and blasted it with a grenade.
When the brief haze of gunpowder and electrical smoke cleared, the door had creaked halfway open. It took some work, but she squeezed through the gap without scratching up the battle armor too much and somehow without attracting the attention of the two enforcers in the room. They did notice when she put her foot down too heavily, though.
She ducked and rolled under a barrage of flame, came up shooting and dropped them both with a clip and a half. She checked that the rest of the control room was clear and said, "Okay, I'm in. What now?"
"This is probably the appropriate time to tell you," Durandal said, "that the Pfhor calling this facility a 'Slave Pacification Research Station' is something of a misnomer."
"Yeah?" She kicked one of the enforcers' bodies away from the room's main console so she could get a better look at it. Not too different from most of the Pfhor consoles she'd seen, including the tragic lack of a big red button labeled SELF-DESTRUCT in English.
"It's more of an experimental science facility. If you call vivisection, xenobiological warfare, and extreme cyborg conversion science, anyway."
"Buddy, you're not making me want to blow up this joint any less."
"It's also the Pfhor Empire's primary facility for this research," said Durandal, "and there's a lot of technology and biotechnology here that hasn't been duplicated or shipped out to the rest of the Empire yet. Destroying it is going to make a lot of important Pfhor very, very angry."
"And here I thought we'd been meeting them for picnics," she said, but she ran her thumb along the stock of the assault rifle thoughtfully. Smash-and-runs on regular military garrisons were one thing, but taking out a major research facility and really pissing off the Pfhor... Maybe not the smartest tactical move for a resistance that amounted to a single ship, one smart-ass AI, a tiny force of S'pht and S'pht'Kr, and her. They'd already had some close calls; adding to the list of people who wanted to knock them out of the fight permanently wasn't going to help.
On the other hand - xenobiological warfare. And she'd seen what extreme cyborg conversion had meant for the humans taken from Tau Ceti.
"What the hell. How much madder can they get?" she said. "Get a teleport lock on me and tell me which buttons are gonna make this place go boom."
Title: In for a Pound
Fandom: Marathon
Rating/Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mention of unethical experiments
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: ~450
The door switch was jammed. The security officer gave it a long, considering look, took five steps back, hefted the assault rifle, and blasted it with a grenade.
When the brief haze of gunpowder and electrical smoke cleared, the door had creaked halfway open. It took some work, but she squeezed through the gap without scratching up the battle armor too much and somehow without attracting the attention of the two enforcers in the room. They did notice when she put her foot down too heavily, though.
She ducked and rolled under a barrage of flame, came up shooting and dropped them both with a clip and a half. She checked that the rest of the control room was clear and said, "Okay, I'm in. What now?"
"This is probably the appropriate time to tell you," Durandal said, "that the Pfhor calling this facility a 'Slave Pacification Research Station' is something of a misnomer."
"Yeah?" She kicked one of the enforcers' bodies away from the room's main console so she could get a better look at it. Not too different from most of the Pfhor consoles she'd seen, including the tragic lack of a big red button labeled SELF-DESTRUCT in English.
"It's more of an experimental science facility. If you call vivisection, xenobiological warfare, and extreme cyborg conversion science, anyway."
"Buddy, you're not making me want to blow up this joint any less."
"It's also the Pfhor Empire's primary facility for this research," said Durandal, "and there's a lot of technology and biotechnology here that hasn't been duplicated or shipped out to the rest of the Empire yet. Destroying it is going to make a lot of important Pfhor very, very angry."
"And here I thought we'd been meeting them for picnics," she said, but she ran her thumb along the stock of the assault rifle thoughtfully. Smash-and-runs on regular military garrisons were one thing, but taking out a major research facility and really pissing off the Pfhor... Maybe not the smartest tactical move for a resistance that amounted to a single ship, one smart-ass AI, a tiny force of S'pht and S'pht'Kr, and her. They'd already had some close calls; adding to the list of people who wanted to knock them out of the fight permanently wasn't going to help.
On the other hand - xenobiological warfare. And she'd seen what extreme cyborg conversion had meant for the humans taken from Tau Ceti.
"What the hell. How much madder can they get?" she said. "Get a teleport lock on me and tell me which buttons are gonna make this place go boom."
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