“But-! But she’s a good Hound, Handler. I can change her mind, I promise. Please, just let m-“
“Enough.”
Her voice cut off the Vixen’s pleading. Handler’s eyes were hidden under the brim of Her cap, but Foxglove could feel Her gaze on her. Handler sighed, before a smile laced with false kindness would spread across Her lips.
“Your recordings have it stating that it’s getting urges to defect. Not leave. Defect. To the rebellion. Correct?”
“I… Yes, Handler.”
“And you aren’t going soft now, are you?”
“No, Handler..”
A smile laced with cruelty would spread across Handler’s lips.
“Good. 310 is a failure, then. It’s a broken weapon - bent out of shape, corroded, and utterly useless. And I’d rather not have two broken weapons, 204.”
The office was quiet except for the fan overhead and the sound of a clasp being undone.
“And you’re aware what happens to broken weapons, correct?”
“They’re.. They’re decommissioned, Sir..”
“Good Vix. And, I want you to do the honours. I don’t have the time to deal with such a lousy Hound, so I’m trusting you to do so. You’re getting free rein as to where you do so, all I ask is that it’s on the base perimeter, within the next forty-eight hours, and that you do so with..”
She set Her service revolver and it’s holster on the desk in front of Her. A polished, blued handgun with carved wooden grips and chambered in a much more powerful caliber than the standard Imperial sidearm.
“This.”
204 hesitated, staring down at the weapon.
“..You’re sure, Sir?”
“Quite. I hope I don’t need to remind you of what happens if you fail me, or heavens forbid, disobey me, 204.”
204 gave a weak nod, before taking the holstered revolver and securing it to her belt.
“Understood, Sir..”
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Foxglove was.. Uneasy, as she pressed the button that opened the kennel door, but she’d hide that uneasiness behind a cheerful expression and relaxed body language. Inside, a girl with messy, navy blue hair and a basket cage muzzle sat on a cot. A partially-packed bag was beside her, along with a jacket that resembled what the rebels wore.
“Tricks, I got good news!”
KN-310 would look up at Foxglove from where she sat, cautious excitement visible in her expression.
“What is it..?”
The Vixen would wait for the door to close behind her, before she’d tell her friend the news.
“I got us a contact! One of the mechtechs! He’s working double for the rebs! And-“
Within an instant, the Hound was off her cot and silently hugging the Fox, not even letting her finish speaking yet. Foxglove patted her back, chuckling quietly.
“Thank you, Foxglove.. Thank you.”
“Hey, I haven’t even said it all.. But, you’re welcome..”
“Sorry..”
“It’s no worries.”
Trickster would step back, a broad smile under the bars of her muzzle. She looked damn close to crying from happiness.
“Anyway.. He’s gonna meet us behind the firing range at sunset. See if we can get hooked up with some way outta here next patrol or something. Sound good?”
“Yes! That sounds great!”
Even though it was all lies - the meeting, the mechtech, especially saying she’d defect, Foxglove could still feel that reminding sting in the back of her head. She knew it wouldn’t activate - after all, she wasn’t saying any of this honestly, but it served to make sure she kept in line.
“Great.. I’ll see you there later. Cya, Tricks.”
Foxglove would give her a smile, before gently tapping her muzzle against Tricks’s.
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The back of the base was bathed in golden light as the sun descended, the many colours of autumn visible in the forest down the hill from the complex. Foxglove and Trickster, the Fox and the unsuspecting Hound, walked alongside the building’s wall until they reached.. Roughly behind where the firing range was housed, as could be heard from the muffled cracks of gunshots.
“Where is he..?”
Foxglove would step back, pulling her comm from a pocket. She’d hide the screen under the pretence of their being a glare - although in reality it was to hide that there was no contact.
“Says he’ll be here in a couple minutes. Got a little bit of overtime to do, apparently.”
“Alright.. Phew..”
Tricks smiled, looking back at Foxglove as the Vix leaned against the wall. Foxglove returned the smile, although she was noticeably tense. The Hound chalked it up to nerves - her friend wasn’t one to admit if she was nervous.
“Gods.. This sunset is beautiful. I can’t wait to see it as a free girl again..”
“And I can’t wait to.. Finally be free.”
Foxglove let out a sigh, standing straight again. She’d look over to the corner of the building in the distance, before pointing.
“Hey look, there he is.”
Trickster would take a few steps forward and squint, trying to see the non-existent double agent who would be acting as the saviour of the two.
She heard some rustling behind her, followed by a click. An oddly mechanical sound, almost like a..
“Foxglove..?”
“I’m sorry.”
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Foxglove sat up like a shot went off - several pillows falling from the bed. After a moment, she’d pull her knees up to her chest, sobs beginning to wrack the Vixen. A quiet clinking sound came from the two dogtags on her necklace as her body shook.
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