Suicidal Vanguard (@wtfvanguard)
Posted Wednesday 17th November 2012 from Twitlonger
Kohen the batarian, Operation Orthrus’s medical officer crawled out of some rubble, dusting off the dirt from his coat. He scrambled atop the stairs and saw his two superiors dead. Rather than spare them a second glance, he went towards Moriko, checking for a pulse. He found one, however faint it was. Letting out an angry sigh, he brought her in the lab and used what equipment he could find to stabilize her condition.
With the leaders of the operation dead, there was no reason for him to save the human girl, really. However, he knew the potential of keeping her alive. There were others who could remake the drug for him, given the chance, but only one specimen who had the power to endure the blood rage’s effects and still think coherently under it. Granted, she wasn’t /all/ there, but it was progress.
After he was done making sure the girl would survive, he had moved towards the console and found all of the information conveniently ready to be downloaded. The turian snooping around earlier hadn’t even tried to erase it. Fool.
Downloading the files onto his omni-tool, he began composing a letter to a certain organization that might be interested in his ideas…
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Suicidal Vanguard (@wtfvanguard)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
@N7Slayer
Morrigan’s face twists into violent snarl. “I knew her longer than you!” She takes a deep breath before breaking into another smile. “Kitty-kat. I’ll break you in half. I’ll lick your insides /good/.” She presses her face against Ezra’s, sniffing her scent and smirking. “Discarded? Once I’ve worn your ribcage for a hat and used your intestines for a scarf, yes I’ll discard your body, oh I shall indeed.~” She strokes Ezra’s cheek and cackles. “But my darling pet has spoken and she has given her consent.” She eyes Anika coolly. “Too bad you haven’t given yours.”
“Oh what a wonderful sound you make, darling pet,” Morrigan grabs her arm and drags her to the Kodiak behind the wall of mercenaries forming. “Let me hear some more.~” To her minions, she added, “Hear that, my lovelies? Let her go. Better yet, put her down.~ I do not care. I do not care…” Her sentences turned completely incomprehensible as she continued to drag Ezra to the transport, her minions advancing warily towards Anika.
Slayer Anika! (@N7Slayer)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
(In reply to wtfvanguard)
@wtfvanguard Anika’s face stayed cold, but the corner of her mouth twitched very slightly as Morrigan sang her macabre intention. This woman was insane, she thought, suppressing another surge of rage as Morrigan toyed with her lover. She could not let Ezra be taken away.
“You’re sick, Moriko.” She finally let the cutting words loose. “The only thing you will be licking is your own blood, which I’m going to serve to you in a cute little milk saucer. And I’m /seriously/ starting to worry you might actually enjoy it when I get to disembowel you.”
Her disruptor glowed a furious blue, and an angry snake of biotic energy coiled around her ninjatō as she turned her gaze towards Morrigan’s minions, her sword twirling behind her menacingly. “Do you really want to stand between a cross N7 Slayer and her lover, ‘lovelies’?” Her smirk grew bloodthirsty, and her figure began to blur incorporeal, bordering on a charge. “No, don’t answer that.”
An instant later Anika was a wrathful comet of biotic energy, shooting right through the closest turian, rematerializing behind him. Her ninjatō gleamed red as the poor merc’s body crumbled in half into a fountain of blood. The rest broke into incoherent shouts as they swung their weapons to the Slayer, but she flickered in a bloom of sparks and her blade found its way into a batarian’s skull before anyone could pull their triggers.
Bullets flew after the second body fell, and she danced between them in frantic bursts of teleportation, blinking into existence behind the salarian that pointed the gun at Ezra earlier and running her blade through his chest, but not long before his body was riddled with bullets meant for her.
A blue flash caught her attention in the corner of her eye as a krogan vanguard slammed into her. Her world darkened for a second as pain shot through her body, her barrier shattering, and another hook by the krogan sent her flying backwards. She climbed up, ignored the taste of blood in her mouth and charged back at the krogan, regaining her barrier, and fired her disruptor right in his eye.
There were too many. “COME BACK, MORIKO! YOU COWARD!” She cursed, charging again as her barrier was shattered by a hail of bullets. “I’M GOING TO CUT YOU UP ALIVE!”
Suicidal Vanguard (@wtfvanguard)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
@N7Slayer
“Mount me on a wall, you say? Tut, tut. The bitch has bark. Throw her a biscuit or two, will you, duckling?” Morrigan prods a nearby turian, motioning for him to throw one of his grenades at Anika.
“Begging? Begging at me, are you now, lover? Oh, she’s broken you good. Once upon a time you wouldn’t let me have even the slightest treat,” she nips at Ezra’s ear, grinning lewdly at Anika. “Lover, lover, you’re my pet now.~ Let’s not care what happens to the stray cur you’ve adopted.”
Ezra flinches at the close proximity and frowns. “Moriko, I love you. The way I love Eva. The way I love Kori. You were—/are/ one of my best friends. Please. Don’t do this to Anika,” Ezra’s voice breaks fearfully. “Kill me if you want for thinking you were dead, but please. Let her go.”
“Let her go? Just like I let /you/ slip my fingers?” Morrigan lets out a harsh, strident laugh. “Purrhaps, if she asks nicely. Purrhaps, if she lets me have /you/.”
Slayer Anika! (@N7Slayer)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
(In reply to wtfvanguard)
@wtfvanguard Anika stared at the turian, taunting him to throw the grenade. She would have his head before the grenade could land, and she would move to the salarian before the turian’s body hit the floor. By then the grenade would have exploded, and she would slice Morrigan’s throat open amidst the chaos…
“Ezra obviously doesn’t want you, Moriko…” She hissed, trying to purge the image of Morrigan’s bitchy lips on Ezra’s ear, but she could not hide a sick, triumphant smirk. “I don’t care what you were, but you were /discarded/. So learn your place, /kitten/, and don’t ruin the carpet any more, will you? Go on and crawl back to your scratching post.”
She looked to Ezra and smiled faintly, her voice soft. “She doesn’t have me, Ezra, and she won’t. Remember? Shinobi to your daimyō. I won’t let her take you, love.”
Slayer Anika! (@N7Slayer)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
(In reply to wtfvanguard)
“Keep talking, Moriko… Underestimating a vanguard is our best weapon…” She seethed, teleporting out of her proximity. “So is anger… and none has done quite a good job as you in a long time…” She twirled her ninjatō as a surge of biotic energy crawled along her arm, lighting up the blade, and she pulled it back, primed to unleash a torrent of biotic slash.
Morrigan’s threat stopped her, and she looked to Ezra, who was now held with a needle to her neck.
“What do you want, Moriko?” She turned back and asked, sword held low in a defensive stance. Her raw anger was suppressed by a hidden fear for Ezra, but an undercurrent of hatred was churning in her voice.
Slayer Anika! (@N7Slayer)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
@wtfvanguard Anika knew Morrigan was dangerous, and the woman was pulling her strings masterfully.
She took a deep breath, even as she glared a deathly glare at her rival, thinking back to her days in Shiga. Her sensei had known her temper was suited for a vanguard, and he had warned her against acting out of rage.
She knew too well her weakness, being a slave to her own emotions, and this was no time for that… But everything crumbled as Morrigan flung a warp at Ezra. She watched her wounds opening up, old and new, in the entropic biotic field, and when she turned back to Morrigan, her eyes were filled with a vengeful flare of biotic aura. She fired her disruptor, and in the next instant she shifted, charging towards her enemy with her ninjatō held high in an aggressive form, following only few feet after the disruptor shot as they both travelled at the speed of light.
Suicidal Vanguard (@wtfvanguard)
Posted Wednesday 14th November 2012 from Twitlonger
@N7Slayer
Ezra wretched at the sudden flare of pain as the biotic explosion sent her flying backwards. She felt rough hands pull her upwards, her world spinning. “Anika, don’t…”
Morrigan allowed the disruptor shot to pierce through her barrier and took a step back as Anika slammed against her, discharging her kinetic barrier to take the brunt off the biotic charge. “Did a wee birdie graze me? Oh my oh my,” she drawled in a sing-song voice. “I’ve had my share of feisty vanguards and /you/ are a poor excuse of a one.” She cackled and snapped her fingers, calling forth a cloak of dark energy whipping around her. “Not that I care to play with you, pussy.” She nodded at the turian who held Ezra. “Coz I don’t do fair.”
Ezra froze at the slight prick of a needle against her neck. “No…”
“Did you like the present I sent you a few days ago?” Morrigan sneered. “You do give off the prettiest colours when you go into a rage, dear.” To Anika she added, “Take one more step and she gets the needle.”
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Suicidal Vanguard (@wtfvanguard)
Posted Tuesday 13th November 2012 from Twitlonger
@N7Slayer
She looks past the frowning salarian and sees a number of turian, krogan and salarian fighters moving towards them. Some held hooded, struggling prisoners with ease while others had their guns out.
“Hello, lover,” a feminine voice drawls from above, drawing her eyes towards her. Ezra forgets to breathe for a moment.
“Moriko,” Ezra snarls, eyeing the woman standing atop a Kodiak transport. She looked regal as ever in her purple armour, which matched her long, wavy hair.
“/Please/, Ezra. it’s Morrigan now,” she purrs, her voice low and seductive. Using her biotics, she drifts down to the floor. “I’ve discarded the old name. Just as you have /obviously/ discarded me.”
Ezra takes a step back, glancing briefly at Anika. “I thought you were dead, Mori. I tried to look for you…”
“You should have tried harder then!” she snarls before regaining her former composure. “Do you like my hair, lover? I dyed it /just/ for you. Had I known my affection would not be returned this time around, perhaps I should have coloured it red.” Her face twisted into a bloodthirsty smile. “It would have made cleaning up much easier.” She throws a stasis field at Ezra, keeping her still. “Just be glad I’m not in a killing mood. Ducklings, take her to the transport.”
Slayer Anika! (@N7Slayer)
Posted Tuesday 13th November 2012 from Twitlonger
(In reply to wtfvanguard)
@wtfvanguard Anika’s head whipped up at the feminine voice, and a fire immediately began to smolder in her head at the familiarity the woman showed towards Ezra.
Everything about this Morrigan grated on her nerves, from the seductive tone of her voice, her overly done up hair, her showy use of biotics (which Anika could totally do too if she wanted to), and especially, /especially/ the fact that she seemed to think Ezra was still hers.
Anika twitched once when Morrigan snapped, trying to suppress the urge to charge at her, and again when the purple-hair (which seriously smacked of trying to appeal to /someone/) threatened her lover.
She finally lost it when Morrigan held Ezra in stasis and turned to face her in a low, Phantom-like stance. Her ninjatō pulled back, ready to strike, and she held out her palm menacingly, disruptor charged.
“Let her go.” She hissed murderously, leaving out “Ezra’s not yours any more, harpy.” For now.
Suicidal Vanguard (@wtfvanguard)
Posted Friday 9th November 2012 from Twitlonger
“So…no biotics for a month, huh?”
“Not even a passing thought, Ms. Kovac,” the salarian admonishes, turning off his omni-tool with a flick of his fingers. “Your body needs to recover, and your L2 implants are a touch volatile as I’m sure you’re well aware. The fact that you’ve survived not one, but three separate blood rage incidents in the last two days is a miracle. Don’t ask for a fourth.”
“Considering your track record, Ms. Kovac—”
“Ezra.”
“—it is possible that your body retained the drug’s effects longer than it normally should. Based on our readings, your second and third incidents were not as powerful, so we believe that your body will completely flush out the drug soon enough.”
“What happens if I use my biotics before the month is over?” Ezra asks after a moment of silence.
“Then we cannot guarantee that you will wake up again, Ms. Kovac.” The salarian sighs and nods slightly. “If I might take my leave? I have other patients to attend to.”
“Of course.” She watches him go before reaching for the omni-tool on her bedside. There was an unopened message from Janus, wishing to see her later, but she chooses to ignore it. Instead, her hand hovers over to @N7Slayer’s OT ID. Fear grips her heart a little. Was she ready to face the others as vulnerable as she was? She closes her omni-tool and rifles her hair, pushing herself off the hospital bed. She takes a peek at the mirror nearby, noting the gaunt features, and her purple hair, which was already turning light brown along the roots. She grimaces and moves to change into her civilian clothes, her movements slow and sluggish.
It takes her a while with her bandaged hands, but she manages, and when she steps out of her hospital room, she almost bumps into a familiar face. She blinks and steps back, regarding the @turian_tomcat curiously. Where had she seen him before?
Slayer Anika! (@N7Slayer)
Posted Friday 9th November 2012 from Twitlonger
(In reply to wtfvanguard)
@wtfvanguard Nostormo was deserted, a trail of ice led out of the airlock. Anika stood in the CIC and wondered where everyone went, until she saw the blood spatters on the floor. Panic gripped her and she hurriedly contacted Eva and JD, before long she was in an aircar speeding towards the hospital.
She teleported vertically through floors towards Ezra’s room, scaring surgeons and giving patients heart attacks, but she didn’t stop. “Please, Ezra… not another blood rage…”
She blinked into existence in a puff of blue sparks a few feet in front of Ezra, panting slightly, brows furrowed with worry.
“Are you okay?” She asked, putting her arms around Ezra, lightly and comfortingly.
