#deficd

"Who told you that? 'cause, I'm not gonna li~ie to you, baby, it hurrRrrrts."

You don't need to see him pouting to know that his bleeding heart has been fucking evisceraAAAaated, here!

Machine Head likes this place. He likes it very much, and Invincible, in the corny get-up or in his cheap Target jeans, does not fucking belong, and that makes Machine Head angry, a little bit.

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"Choose love or sympathy, but never both."

"Routine breeds discipline," the young Sardaukar shot back. He still glistened with sweat from his workout, blade in hand and naked from the waist up. "Familiarity with one's body, one's weapon. Reacting on instinct." These were things his trainers instilled into him. He still had scars where he failed to react in time. Now the swing of a blade and the accompanying motions to flow with the rhythm of combat were as natural to him as breathing.

"Have you better ideas, Mentat?" David said stiffly. He did not like this man. Piter de Vries -- assassin, spymaster, Mentat... a man puffed up by the cleverness of his own scheming and the sounds of his own self-importance. He would not last long in the thick of battle. But the Baron kept him in his retinue, so de Vries must've had some use. He was not entirely sure of the na-Baron's take, however.

king hugo of the nothing-planet thinks himself more important than he is. what allies his people had have long assumed him dead and underestimate the value of the secrets he keeps for them. the harkonnens are kind enough to house them for now, but he knows his time is running out in the baron's good graces and soon his people will be either slaughtered or enslaved.

it's not that he cares very much for them. he just wonders what use a king is without anyone to lord over.

down the crypt-like halls of the guest wing, hugo storms ahead while the na-baron (damn him, curse him, theif, pig, animal) makes no effort to match him. cocky, smug, languid.

"i assure you, you will want to hurry for this." velvet-smooth, smiling. "i have a gift for you."

in his quarters there is a girl. prettiest his people can offer, by hugo's estimation, with large brown eyes and a fair length of dark hair stretching to her shoulders. she waits for them on the edge of the bed, hands on her knees.

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"Get away from me!"

Heels click on the black flooring as the Princess turns and begins her descent down the death rattling hallway towards her chambers. There's no surprise to hear Feyd Rautha's commanding steps behind her, but despite her initial plan to retreat as fast as she could, Irulan turns backwards, nearly letting the Baron collide into her before she braces her arms and shoves him backwards with all her might.

"You lied to me! You went behind my back! You betrayed me and now hundreds of people are dead! I told you to stay away from Piter- I told you he does nothing but poison you- this place does nothing but poison you! But you couldn't do it. You are so weak minded you couldn't think on your own for one goddamn second and realize what a colossal mistake this was, politically. I won't even try to touch on the humanity side of it because God knows how incapable you are at feeling anything for anyone! You are sick. You are twisted. You are evil and I want nothing to do with you or this fucking House anymore!"

No one knew how it got out. By all accounts the cargo had been properly secured and sedated for transport from the arena for a special event at the behest of the Baron. But questions arose when the transport never arrived, and when it was found it was in a rather sorry state. Torn to pieces, a mixture of machine and meat made it seem as if the vehicle and its operators had been one and the same both indistinguishable from one another.

Unbeknownst to the ones set out to locate the clear and present threat- it had escapes not into the choking smog of the world beyond, but had found its way well into the walls of the royal city.