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Taki-di

PostPosted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:46 pm
The yelp he'd made seconds prior had nothing on the cut off screech he made when something big and heavy slammed into his back. There was nothing he could do to stop himself as the weight pushed forward, his skin absolutely crawling because something, something, something, was was on him, pushing him, he couldn't see it but it was too late, it had him. The instinctual panic did no one any good, as all that causes was his limbs to jerk wildly. Already shoddy balance quickly becomes no balance at all when your knee buckled cause it's trying to flail in three directions at once.

So, for the second time in the span of about five minutes, Nictor was crashing back to the ground, but this time he was sandwiched between two bodies and oh boy there went half his air and rib cages weren't meant to hit spines or other rib cages like that. Nictor wheezed out a pathetic whine, trying to regain his lost air. and there was still an unknown on his back and Nictor felt little like he was overheating and he was so sure that pressing weight was only going to get worse, the bones were going to crack and organs rupture. Nictor was squirming almost immediately, unmindful of the discomfort, jsut trying to get away, the instinctual panic seizing opportunity to take over when he was wound so tight.

So of course he freezes up when he hears a voice behind him, aching from the fall, yes, but mostly from every inch of him screaming to flee and having little to no success until the weight was lifted but by that time there was a voice with it. And that voice, he didn't really catch the words but the voice was the same he'd heard yelling across the room a few seconds before. The presence still hovered there for a few seconds, but the realization that this was the troll Faithe knew was bringing him back from the automatic panic to realize he had overreacted, again. This was really one of those days wasn't it.

Nictor scrambled to sit up, looking over to the tealblood that had bowled him over and into Faithe a little wildly. It was just a troll. Which in and of itself was not exactly a relaxing fact, but it was a bit of a reminder that he had no reason to think it was anything but a troll. A troll that may or may not have been speaking words at him uuuuuh.

"W-what?" He was way too distracted. There was a sorry and a uh, a puddle. soemthing huge- wait. puddle. Oh. Oh noooooooo. The fear for your life tension was starting to drain away, only to be replaced with the sinking guilt that this was his fault. A puddle. There was only one peddle on the convener room floor and it was his fault.

If one were watching, you could pinpoint the exact moment the befuddled and tentative relief morphed back into anxiety, but the view wouldn't last for long at that angle because Nictor's head whipped back around to look at the downed teen that had helped him up earlier. Right Faithe oh man he fell on her!

."S-s-s-sor-eyAHHH!" Nictor's stammered apology and attempt to get up was interrupted by another sharp yelp of surprise when something else suddenly crashed into Nictor, sending him right back down onto Faithe's again, his head cracking off of something uncomfortably. The trill of panic was more of a flustered feeling this time, instead aware of the fact this was probably another troll and absolutely exasperated that this kept happening.

Nictor immediately was pushing himself back upright and this time scootched his butt away from Faithe, wincing at the idea of falling on her again. but also he kind of owed her for helping him earlier and he wanted to help but also he'd just squished her twice. Nictor's face held a muted sort of distress and resignation as he tried to calm himself, glancing between the now two unknown trolls. What were the chances that the second troll had also slipped on the puddle? Enough that he could already feel the guilt clawing it's way up his throat and his shoulders were already starting to hunch up. This was way more than he bargained, way more trouble than what he wanted to cause but somehow this was less surprising that if he'd gotten away with the water spilling and that being that. But ahhhhhhh, Faithe. She helped him before. She helped him.

.It was slightly delayed but nictor finally pulled himself together enough to look back the just Faither and focus on her, wincing as he got up on his knees.

"A-a-are y----ou okay?" He asked, grimacing and hands fidgeting uselessly. did he offer to help her up? That's what he wanted to do but he didn't wanna make it worse somehow but. But. It took a halting motion but he held a hand out to at least pull her sitting upright if she wanted the help. Nictor sheepishly glanced to the two tealbloods that had fallen victim to the revenge of Nictor's water spill earlier. Oh man what did he do, what if. What if they got mad? He was a little too exhausted for his brain to truly go on that tangent right now, pulled in a few too many directions as it was. On autopilot though, he did spit out an apology, unsurprisingly. "S-s-sorry, I-i'm sorry. Sorry."

Oh wow who was that even directed at Nictor was getting a headache and sort of wanted to tap out now please.


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PostPosted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 9:49 pm
They were almost out of here. Cerpin Sugall walked the hallways of conveyor 8 with darting eyes, searching for any last minute nooks to spy through before his departure back down to Alternia's earth. It would be important to report back to the Phoenix Initiative and start discussing the next steps for the Rebel Space Program. It was incredible to think that they were getting so much closer to their dream. Even if Tevini was currently frustrated with him.

You know, again. Like always.

That was part of the reason he was wandering the place solo. He wanted some time to think over what he was going to say to her. The redblood had not been happy with his behavior on the flagship and he'd barely kept her questions at bay by claiming he was too exhausted or too injured to discuss anything right now. But her interrogation was coming and it would crush him with full force. If he could find something useful on this last ditch exploration, maybe it would lessen her anger.

'Aah, what have we here?' He thought to himself as he tried a door and found it unlocked. The purpleblood had not been lucky enough to find himself anything useful like an unattended military office or information hub but he had found a supply closet. The military uniforms were kept on another conveyor unfortunately but maybe these extra rations would soften Tevini up some. They might tide the swamp's inhabitants over a little. Cerpin imagined the villagers would be happy to have something different on the menu besides snapjawbeast meat. Granola bars weren't much but they were still worth stealing.

He spent sometime packing them into hidden compartments of his bag, not paying much attention to the footsteps coming and going outside of the door. Most trolls were preparing to head back down to civilization after all, rather than checking the contents of a storage room.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 6:57 pm
Sascha adjusted the boxes in his grip. He didn't remember hauling all of the junk into his office taking as long as the process of hauling it all back out. The aura of clutter was more or less a natural byproduct of Sascha existing in any space longer than a few hours.

That said, there was really no plausible explanation for the amount of dust that accumulated in all the nooks and crannies. Even with half of his belongings moved out of his office, the space still looked like a raided tomb. Sascha piled his boxes next to the door of the supply closet. If he was lucky the custodial staff would have stored a vacuum in there. If nothing else, he could stock up on a few dozen rolls of paper towels.

Sascha pushed open the door and stepped inside. He cast his belongings a final, cautious glance over his shoulder. He was relatively confident no one would be stupid enough to so blatantly steal from a government building--least of all someone's collection of desk toys. However he wasn't so naive as to think there wasn't a chance of his cardboard boxes getting thrown out with the trash. Again.

Sascha rounded the aisle of miscellaneous supplies. He almost passed by the extra rations entirely, were it not for the figure hunched over the shelves.

"Hey, you seen the... Cerpin?" Sascha did a double-take at the familiar horn piercings. "The hell are you doing here?" He took a better look at the shelves. Yep, they were chock full of heavily-preserved foodstuffs. Well, less than chock full, as Cerpin appeared to be in the process of loading up on nut-based sustenance clods.

"...Is there a black market for official space-tower brand gruel..?" Sascha struggled to piece together a joke. He wasn't confident enough in knowing what Cerpin was doing in the first place, much less able to make a sarcastic quip about it.


Yamashii
 
PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 7:47 pm
The yellowblood's appearance took Cerpin by surprise and he froze in place for a moment as he was identified by name. Thankfully, it was a familiar voice and not a security officer. Unfortunately, it was a person he'd been hoping to avoid. He straightened up, zipping up the bag to keep Sascha from looking through it. He pulled it over his shoulder and glanced towards the door. Maybe he could talk his way out of this getting weird.

"What can I say? This stuff's addicting." What the hell was Sascha doing in here? "Shouldn't you be doing crap in your office?" The missions were over for the volunteers but military operations were probably still proceeding as normal. He wondered what the psionic would be up to next after this. More training now that the skies were cleared for ships to pass through?

As he thought, it was hard to see the stupid uniform and lieutenant badge on Sascha's chest without getting irritable.

"It's too bad you didn't get the promotion, huh? I guess you'll have plenty of other chances to rocket up the ladder though. You're a capable officer." He avoided eye contact, wondering if they had bullshitted enough small talk that he could go on his way. Testing the waters, he inched towards the door with a polite smile.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 8:06 pm
Cerpin stood up, taking his bag with him. The banter was normal enough, but given the circumstances--all of the circumstances--Sascha couldn't quite feel his heart in it.

He narrowed his eyes, confused. He'd heard enough blatant digs from Cerpin about his work. He wasn't sure what to make of the backhanded compliment. "I was able to assist in the planetside steering efforts. Not as dramatic as I would have liked, but it looks nice on a resume." At least as good as "crash landed the Battleship Condescension in the ocean," could look.

The atmosphere was weird and Sascha hated it. He and Cerpin had such a good dynamic during the events of Superstar Authority. Hell, even the bulk of the space missions with Cerpin were exciting adventures. However, there was always something. It was like there was an obstacle--a trap that only Cerpin could see, and Sascha kept ******** tripping over it. He felt stupid.

"We never talked." Sascha remembered the flagship. The outburst. The fight. "You tried to leave," Sascha said, almost helplessly. The statement, the memory raised more questions than Sascha could articulate. With little else to say, he positioned himself more firmly in front of Cerpin.


Yamashii
 
PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 8:33 pm
It was unusual and uncomfortable for Sascha to press this. Cerpin had thought he could count on the other boy's tendency to avoid emotionally charged topics. His exit route was cut off and the purpleblood took a step back. There was only one way in or out of this room unfortunately.

"Congrats, I'm sure it was a hell of a drive." Cerpin rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. "And for what it's worth, I really think you're gonna go far in this." It was frustrating to admit it but it was true. Sascha was everything the military could ask for and more. An obedient lowblood with an aggressive attitude and useful powers. He had an entertainer's charisma paired with the battle prowess to eliminate anyone in his way. If only he had gotten to Sascha sooner-

"... do you really want to do this?" He shifted and leaned back against the wall. It was clear by Cerpin's crossed arms and frown that he was not going to do this cooperatively. Sascha's helpless comment tugged at Cerpin's affection and he flushed angrily.

"I had to. Have to. You won't see me again after this, lieutenant." He didn't like it but he had to do this. It was a harsh reality that he had come to terms with while in the travel shuttle that night. He was a rebel that would directly conflict with Sascha in the future as they both clawed to rebuild their respective space programs. And he was far too attached to the other boy to continue this relationship in a way that didn't put everything he was working on at risk. Tevini and Deimos were counting on him to get them to the stars. He couldn't jeopardize that just because he liked one troll.

"It's been fun." Cerpin motioned with a flutter of his hand for Sascha to step aside. He needed to get out of here before he did something stupid.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 8:47 pm
The way Cerpin spoke to Sascha was polite, complimentary, professional even. Sascha's shoulders tensed reflexively. His posture straightened and he regarded Cerpin with a cautious look. Their exchange was alien in the worst way.

"What... does that mean?" Sascha asked, haltingly. He looked angry, but anyone that knew Sascha could recognize his response to confusion. His expression bloomed into full-blown bewilderment at Cerpin's flippant hand gesture.

"What the hell? What the hell! You don't get to cover up cryptic behavior with more nonsensical bullshit! Tell me what's going on!" Sascha sputtered, gears visibly turning. "You- You owe me!"

No... Well, maybe. Sascha floundered upstream against his own thoughts. That wasn't quite the right wording.

"I thought we were friends!"


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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 10:13 pm
Cerpin couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Not a warm harmless laugh but a pained disbelieving one. He ran a hand through his bangs as he watched Sascha stammer in confusion. Was he really this clueless? Cerpin had thought he'd been too careless covering things up.

"Are you really this dumb? That's the problem. We can't be friends. Not as long as you've got," He reached forward to tap the pretty little pin on Sascha's chest, "This damned thing on you. You just had to enlist and mess everything-" The polite restrained Cerpin was cracking. He had never been good at holding back for personal matters. He itched to rip the thing off of Sascha as if that would solve the problem.

"You were supposed to come with me! Not collar yourself to the empire!" His eyes were burning with a lot of conflicting emotions behind them. He didn't understand why this was so hard. He was a professional playboy by trade, why was it so difficult to let go of one person? He'd shared good times with people before and parted from them so easily. Sascha should have been just another face among that list.

He confessed, vulnerable and angry. He felt like he was close to losing control.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2017 10:50 pm
Sascha nearly took a step back, but held his ground. He didn't know what was happening. He was already on guard, and Cerpin's approach didn't help matters. He glared down at the crisp "ping" of Cerpin's nail against the gold pin. "What..." Sascha stopped himself. That hadn't gotten him anywhere before. He doubted he would have much luck now.

He watched Cerpin rave. He sounded crazy. Sascha felt crazy. Half-formed questions fizzed angrily at his thinkpan. "Just... SHUT UP!"

Sascha clamped his hands over his temples. His eyes were clenched shut, but he could see the red glitter regardless. He forced himself to wait for the haze to subside before speaking--unsure it would dissipate at all. The two men could only bear so much tension before one of them would start throwing things. Sascha knew it, and so did Cerpin.

When Sascha did speak, he did so deliberately. He only found it in himself to look at Cerpin by the end. It sounded stupid out loud. He was ready to get laughed at. He wanted to be made a fool. He watched Cerpin for any degree of reaction. "You're leaving... the empire. You're a... G'lb, Cerpin, what have you done?" Sascha set his jaw. "Whatever it is, we can fix it. I'm a lieutenant--a celebrity! And you're a purpleblood! This is fine," Sascha breathed through his nose. His shoulders set. If something was amiss, all they had to do was set things right. There were worse odds.


Yamashii
 
PostPosted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 12:26 am
He fell silent as Sascha shouted for a break. He hadn't realized how stiff his body had become as they exchanged frustrations. His companion clutched at his head and he reached towards him in alarm, reaffirming feelings that he was not happy to admit existed. He was supposed to be steeling himself against his concern for Sascha. The hand retracted as the yellowblood opened his eyes.

"You really... don't get it... do you?" There was a pain in his chest like a fist was squeezing down on his blood pusher tighter and tighter. Was it bewildered naivete or childish denial painted across Sascha's face? It was hard to tell. Would it be kinder to make himself the villain to ease this transition for Sascha? Or did he deserve to hear it all despite how messy things would get? He searched the other's face for help deciding.

"You're right! You're a lieutenant. A celebrity. All of Alternia will be watching you from this point on." He let out a weak chuckle, pulse pounding in his head. "You can't afford to associate with a criminal, purple or not." He wanted to tell him. He didn't want to. Cerpin grabbed Sascha by the front of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as he stalled for time. There was a long list of things he ought to say and an even longer list of things he wanted to. The list of what he should say, however, was remarkably short.

"Especially not a rebel." His gaze met Sascha's head on and he kept a tight grip of his captive. This was moronic to confess to him at best, fatal at worst. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't going to get out of here without explicitly stating it though. The knowledge that Tevini was going to skin him alive for doing this drifted through his thoughts and he knew that it had just negated any points the stolen rations would have given him by far.

"How are you going to fix that? How are you going to explain it to the empire? The most prominent trained helmsman of this dynasty fraternizing with a dirty rebel!" Any semblance of control was shattered. Cerpin's words worsened in volume and frenzy the further along he got through them. He was poison for Sascha's career. And Sascha was a noose just waiting to tighten around Cerpin's neck. He shouldn't have indulged himself in getting this close. His eyes were wild and wet.

"The worst part is- you drive me ******** crazy!" Cerpin wanted to hurt him the way he was hurting right now. It wasn't fair that he'd endured this weight alone while Sascha had innocently enjoyed their adventures guilt-free. Logically, the purpleblood knew he was in the wrong but in the heat of this argument he refused to accept it. He was self-destructing. At this point, what did he have to lose? He would lay it all bare.

He yanked the other boy closer to fill the remaining gap between them, claiming his mouth with his own. For a brief moment, he would have what he'd wanted.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 6:49 pm
Cerpin didn't look the least bit convinced by Sascha's determination. If anything, he looked pained. Sascha felt the disappointment flutter in his ribs, stretched tight and delicate. The sensation was terrible, but not unexpected. He never thought his life's accomplishments could sound so ugly listed back to him like that.

For a brief moment, everything came into focus. Then Cerpin kissed him.

Sascha's gloved hands fell to Cerpin's waist. He meant to react, to push him, anything! Instead he just held the purpleblood in place. His head dropped the faintest degree into the motion. Wisps of long, black hair feathered around the men. Sascha broke the kiss. At least... He thought he did. From this distance he could see the purple ringing the edges of Cerpin's irises. Sascha was holding too still to breathe.

"You... You idiot," Sascha whispered with no volume or malice. "You don't have to be this way. You can be better. You can build yourself better--any way you like! You've done so much already. It's all laid out for you to take if you want it. Status, power, adventure. That's what it means to be a highblood!" Sascha's hushed voice sped up, but never raised. Instead his fingers dug against Cerpin's ribs, holding him close. "Why would you throw that all away?"

"That" was perhaps the most weighted word Sascha had ever spoken.


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PostPosted: Thu Dec 21, 2017 10:38 pm
He'd expected him to yell. He'd expected him to shove him off. Of all the things he had anticipated when agonizing over this moment, Cerpin had not expected him to stay. His eyes were wide in surprise as the yellowblood pulled his face away but held onto his torso. He let go of his grip on Sascha's shirt, unsure what to do. He hated the fact that the other boy didn't understand.

"What does it mean to be a lowblood, Sascha?" He let out a breath and wrapped his arms loosely around the other boy, a hand nestling in the long black hair. It was softer than he'd expected somehow. It was tempting to listen to Sascha. After all, he was pitching the life Cerpin was supposed to be living had he not volunteered to explore the tunnels that night sweeps ago.

"Obedience? Sacrifice? Disposable." His tone was rough, it was hard to admit the views he'd carried in the past. "That's not what I want for you. This world is broken." He could see images of Tevini huddled for safety trying to avoid drawing attention to herself. Zindel fearfully pleading for a finishing blow to end his suffering. Aerona pointedly looking away from the drones that were sure to jump on her if they'd seen her beating the s**t out of him. How could any of this be considered okay?

"If it takes denouncing the birthright I was given to fix it, that's what I'll do. I don't need the accolades or medals this purple will give me." He supposed he couldn't blame Sascha for trying to chase glory in this way. What other options were there for him? His psionics were his best shot at dragging himself upwards to a better life. But there were other avenues if he would just open his mind to them!

"It doesn't have to be like this. You can come with me! You and I can change this planet together- we can chase all those things you said in a different way-" He felt and sounded desperate. He wanted Sascha to see it the way he did. He'd exposed it all now, they could be on the same page again.

"Please. Please." Cerpin pleaded, more afraid now than he'd been on any of those missions.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 8:42 pm
Sascha twitched at the feather-light tug of fingers in his hair, but allowed them to stay. His mouth set in a thin line pinched tight by his fangs. Cerpin's words settled over him, prickling and uncomfortable.

The hands at Cerpin's waist tightened, then released. They dropped to Sascha's sides as he squared his shoulders. "You really are an idiot," he said, voice low but hollow. "Cerpin..." He tried again. His hand lifted, then fell. His face twisted in on itself. "What are you doing... Really, truly, literally what the hell do you think you're doing? What kind of operation are you running with that has you stockpiling a backpack's worth of granola like some kind of nut creature? One that can take on a planetary army of trained soldiers? One that can both infiltrate and rewrite eons--eons of history and culture?"

"Cerpin! We're on the verge of reclaiming space travel! The Interstellar Alternian Empire! Hell, the rest of the galaxy probably thinks we all died in the Glub--and who's to say what they'll do when they find out we didn't?! Even if your group could do anything to challenge the status quo, we can't afford a civil war! We're so close, Cerpin."

Sascha wanted to grab Cerpin and shake him. He thought desperately of the fun they'd shared. Fighting, shopping, singing. Cerpin was generous with his time and resources. He knew everyone Sascha had ever met and was friends with nearly all of them. Cerpin was excitable and flippant, but he wanted people to be happy so intensely, so sincerely. He was willing to throw aside everything he had, everything he was, just for the slimmest belief he could make that happen.

Sascha couldn't understand. Not in the way he wanted to. What he did know was the kind of person that would burn alive in pursuit of their ideal self.

"I'm not a victim to be rescued, Cerpin. I did this to myself. Same as you. Same as every other troll that chose to set foot in this building. Yeah the system is ********. It's cruel. Hell, you could say it's evil and I don't think anyone would fight you on it. But those that survive are strong. I'm strong. My superiors and subordinates alike are strong. We, Alternia, trolls, are strong. We're built on that obedience, that sacrifice--every troll that came before us. What we are... It's not... It's not something to be thrown away because it makes you feel bad! What are you doing that's any better!?"


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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 10:41 pm
Sascha's hands retracted from him and somehow, it hurt. His body tensed as the yellowblood's words turned argumentative and scolding. He felt like an idiot for thinking for even a second that this would have turned out differently. He'd run his mouth off at Deimos prior to this about how incredible it was to let people close to you to experience what life was about. And here he was now, the crackle of red lightning roasting him alive. He was an idiot. Sascha was right. The mission the Phoenix Initiative had in front of them was essentially impossible as things stood right now. They lacked the numbers to fight the army, let along the culture of the masses. But they had to fight. It was the only way to spread the seeds of thought to Alternia's people, even if he perished in the process.

Someday, the grass would spread far enough.

"You dumb piece of s**t-" He growled, his expression screwed up as a picture of anger and spite, "Our Empire isn't worth spreading, the way it currently is! The way I see it? We're a bunch of children trying to play god. You saw the logs! There's been a civil war brewing for sweeps and it's only going to repeat until we ******** fix this!" He slammed Sascha back against a set of the shelves, his eyes burning brightly. What was the point of reclaiming space only to spread the corruption further? Why did he insist on playing pawn for Alternia's elite to boost their own egos in this useless game of conquest?

"I hope it's worth it when you get there! Sitting at the top on a pile of our corpses. So long as the Empire looks good, who cares if half of it's miserable or dying?" His nails dug at Sascha's shoulders as his chest heaved with emotion. Frustration welled in the corners of his eyes before streaming down his face.

"Maybe your armies are the best war machines in the galaxy. Maybe you'll stomp over us like the bugs we are. Maybe you are strong!" He wanted to claw at this foreign version of Sascha until he tore it off and saw the boy he'd thought the psionic to be underneath. He wanted that person so badly.

"Are you really satisfied with that?! Are you happy like this?" He had a feeling he already knew the answer. He had a feeling he wouldn't like it.

The empire was worth far more to Sascha Diasis than Cerpin Sugall was.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 11:17 pm
Cerpin was angry. Sascha fell back against the shelves. Dry goods fell around their ankles and metal ledges dug into his ribs. Sascha wheezed from the impact, but felt no pain. He felt nothing. This anger was familiar, its heat almost soothing. It wasn't... whatever else had been transpiring between the two. Sascha let the void in his chest fill with indignation. The script protected him like armor.

"Then prove it! If you know best then show me! Put me in my place! I can take being wrong. I can eat crow all goddamn night! But first you've gotta put your money where your mouth is!"

Sascha's eyes flashed red and Cerpin was shoved to the opposite shelving unit. Numerous boxes and cans were caught in the rush, further spreading the mess. Sascha didn't move beyond the broad gesture of his arms.

"The Empire MADE me and the Empire will keep making me! Lowbloods! Helmsmen! Entertainers! War machines! Corpses! One troll's happiness DOESN'T ******** MATTER!"

Sascha was grinning, shouting, crying? It had been so long since it wasn't blood leaking from his face. He couldn't honestly tell anymore. His pupils were black punctures against yellow eyes with yellow irises. Cerpin should have known better. Was this what the rebellion was teaching its followers? Disgust clutched Sascha's bile sac. And to think the royalists were the cruel ones.


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