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Murder ! Murder! | American Murder Song
==>Styx: Perform an emergency extraction.
With a sigh, Styx leaned up against the wall in the vacant apartment heâd set up for his stakeout, itâd had a nice view into the windows of the hivestem directly across the street. Most specifically, the hive of the troll heâd been charged with extracting.
This was considered the most tedious part of his job -- Making sure this was a legitimate rescue and not some sort of sting set up by the Empire. Especially considering fleet activity in this area having been at an all time high since some poor fool had tried to go AWOL without professional help. Without his help.
Another sigh and the thumping of metal on the wood frame as he did his best to maintain his boredom. Often, he would hear from other members of the faction that he put too much time into surveilling the people they were trying to help. That he was too guarded, too meticulous. He firmly believes that these trolls are so much closer to getting caught than they know, and that would be too bad.
It was the early evening, just after twilight, and this was a rather sleepy district. He knew his charge would rise and shine sometime soon. They always did the same thing when they woke up sitting in a chair right next to the window that Styx was gazing into. There was no wondering what the troll was up to, as his team was just as good at their jobs as he is -- They unearthed a search history that was almost entirely Chittr and Grubtube. Honestly, if Styx didnât know any better he would never have assumed draft day was coming up fast for this charge --
Something else catches his eye though, in the apartment just below the one he was watching. A light flickered on and he watched as a⊠Tannish? Figure filled his field of view. From what he could see, she was a scrawny little thing and clearly hasnât been eating the amount of food that called for by the adult metabolism. She probably hasnât for a very long time, either.
 Her hair was a messy, golden matted mess that sat ontop of her head like a birds nest, and her eyes a dull green, sunken beneath the many dark circles that encompassed them. Like she hadnât slept in the last sweep.
But most importantly, he could see that she was not a troll.
Before Styx could dwell on it any longer, he could see a hand, this one with itâs gnarled claws and grey skin obviously belonging to a troll, reaching from beyond his field of view and snatching her back.
Well now that just wouldnât do.
See, Styx didnât realize that heâd been holding his breath the entire time he watched the woman, but when he let go of it, it left behind an anger that burned his lungs and chest. The kind of anger that gave you tunnel vision and gripped at your heart. He also didnât realize that he was marching out of his apartment, out of the hivestem and into the district that was slowly coming to a start for the day. He never worked in broad moonlight. He felt seen. Exposed.
The empty street blurred passed him as he made his way to his destination. Normally, he had more tact than this, but an emergency extraction never looked pretty. Aliens always called for an emergency extraction, this was something universally known throughout the faction.It was nonnegotiable.
The sound of wood splintering as the door to the apartment buckled inward and met the end of itâs existence of his boot, brought him out of his frenzy of thoughts.
The front room apartment was barebones, which was never really a surprise with trolls, but there was something especially nauseating about it. It looked as though.. It had not been very lived in for long and was not going to be very lived in for very long after this. He couldnât focus on the feeling that the sight gave him because a sticky iron scent hung heavy in the air. Heâd smelt this before. It made his stomach drop.
How could he be too late? Itâd barely been minutes! Did he run into a sting? Stupid.
âStupid stupid! See! Now look what you made me do!â
The crude sound of the pleading voice Styx of his momentary despair. Maybe it was less too late than he thought he was.Â
âSh, sh youâre okay. I told you to stay away from the window.â
He followed the sound of the voice, and that awful rusty smell in the air, quickening his pace when he realized it was coming from the master bedroom.
There he found a blueblood troll sitting on the floor and cradling the mangled body of the woman Styxâd just seen her. Her eyes were lifeless.
It appeared that Styxâs intrusion went unnoticed, and he took this time to take inventory of the room they were in -- Barebones. Nothing. A bed and a cover tossed haphazardly over it, pushed to the far corner of the room. There were no weapons near this⊠Animal is the word, and that meant he would be hopeless against Styxâs attack.
âWake up, please you have to tell me where the boy is. Where did you hide him? The buyers will --â
He didnât get a chance to finish, the thought before Styx plunged his knife straight through the bastard's eye, right into the thinkpan. He slumped over his prey as the knife was removed, and blood poured from the wound onto the ground, pooling with the musty red already staining the floors. The smell was unbearable.
Styx grabbed the cover from the bed and used his boot to move the blue blood away from the woman. Poor thing. Deserved a proper burial. Not whatever dissection the fleet would get up to when they found the two of them here. He crouched down and began to wrap the blanket neatly around her form, even taking the time to close her eyes.
He always worked in silence, and thank god he did, because if not he would not have heard the soft pitter patter of a wigglers foot fall as it made its way closer and closer to the room until suddenly stopping right in front of the door way.
Wigglers were always the worst to deal with. With a sigh, still in his crouched position, he turned to look at the wiggler. Of all the things he expected to be met with, it was not a mess of dirty blonde hair, bright green eyes, and that strange tan skin.
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Walking down the street is always an adventure for you. People stare, trolls think they can pick a fight with you. Pitiful, honestly. You have been trying to keep your cutlass clean on land, theyâre just not making it easy for you.
Youâre out about town, just looking for a place to stock up on supplies from. Just a quick breeze through. You wouldnât be doing any of the shopping yourself, of course, youâd send someone out to fetch supplies later.
However, the sounds of commotion from a bar you pass by catches your attention. Taking a few steps closer, you hear thumps and bumps, yells and grunts- you think you can hear a few glasses breaking, too. You spot a troll walking past, and flag him down.
âPardon me, darling, but is this place always so lively?â
âWh- huh, whuzz- oh, this place?â he responds, voice low and gravely, âYea, got somâ fuckinâ blueblood causinâ a ruckus in there evâry night.â
You cock an eyebrow, your interest piqued. Turning to the door, you crack it open and peek inside.
Immediately, youâre met with a scene of pure chaos. Stools and tables overturned and ruined, glass shattered across the floor, indiscernible liquids splattered against walls. At the center of it all, a tall blueblood was in the process of hefting another troll, roughly the same size as her, over her head, before bringing him down over her knee with a loud crack!
Your smile widens as you walk in, leaning against the wall as you watch the carnage unfold. The troll proceeds to handily dispatch five trolls with just her bare hands, only resorting to a weapon, the broken leg of a table, to beat another unconscious. In her flurry of motion, her field of view passes over you, and you can see the look of a feral predator spotting more prey.
Slowly, you lift your arms in the air, showing youâre not a threat.
âEasy there, darling, Iâm just here to watch. Impressive strength, I must say.â
She glares at you, panting for a moment, before straightening herself up and walking over the bodies and rubble towards you.
âAye, thâfuck yewwan?â
âWhat do I want- well, after that display, Iâd wager to say I want you, dear. I feel youâd make quite the addition to my crew, if this is any indication of how you fight.â
She stopped for a moment, very clearly pondering what you just said. A minute passes before she speaks again.
â... Fuckit, ainât got anythinâ else tâdo âround here. Tsunah Viarre, proud tâ be under ye.â
You clap your hands in excitement, nodding as she talks.
âTsunah! A pleasure to have you aboard!â you say, your typical sickly sweet tone everpresent, as you reach out and adjust her jacket to cover her exposed chest, âThe nameâs Jeluno Ikolus, Iâm sure itâll be just delightful to work with you~.â
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