No Fun Allowed

[Pinko]

"Eisotchter's words are clear, Frau McLowell, no access to her quarters without a formal invitation."

Bruchsal base, bastion of the Bundschuh movement. Hidden in an asteroid not unlike the thousands of the belt it is, the movement of the defenders of Democracy resides here, with the Vereinigte Widerstandarmee at its head. Known for its will to do violence against political and military assets of Rheinland, the organisation was a high profile, priority target for most law enforcement aspects of the government. Though relatively few, they make up for it with near unlimited funds from the rich intelligentsia of Rheinland. Most of these people were hardened, disheartened ideologists with no other escape from their lives. Most of these people were ready to die if it meant that Rheinland would be closer of its objective of instoring a true democracy, free from the grasps of corporations, true to the people, in Rheinland.

Unfortunately, Lizzie was not one of these people.

"Aaah, come on, be a pal... what was it, Gustav?" Lizzie raises her hands up in the air, an eternal smile on her face. The young doctor seems more confused than frustrated by the situation she's facing. Wearing her trademark blue dress, long blonde hair flowing long past the limits of the VWA's regulations, the well endowed miss now bears a fake poutey grin.

"It's Mark, actually. And no, I can't let you in." The weapons the pair of guards are holding click. The threat was clear. Lizzie takes a moment to let her surroundings sink in. The corridor was tight, reinforced with some kind of supersteel and poorly lit, asteroid contingencies demand. The men were twenty five feet away from her. Though it made her a simple target, she also knew it restricted their own movements.

"Ten, nine, eight..." The guard begins to countdown, as Lizzie obviously doesn't back up just yet. Not that she was planning to. She stretches arms further up and cracks her neck. Then a flick of the wrist. A little 'eep' escapes her, which interrupts the guards mid-count, obviously relieved. "Coming to your senses, Fr-"

The left sleeve falls down from the wrist, revealing a spent injector resting on it. Before the guards could even re-assess the situation, a drug enhanced McLowell was on them. Fueled by instant action painkillers and a multitute of sense enhancing drugs, perhaps even a trace amount of Cardamine for the Bretonian noble girl, she adopts an exotic martial arts position - a mix of Bretonian boxing legwork, with agility that could be compared to Hispanic fencing and wrestling, with strikes that wouldn't be unfamiliar in a Kusari animation.

Faking in a kick, the guard she first targets instinctively raises his weapon to protect his chest, which only allows Lizzie to strike him in the groin with a mighty fist. Normally, the armor would've softened the blow, but the cocktail Lizzie is enjoying right now is one that completely stops muscle inhibition. It'd be enough to knock out a bear.

She then shifts her weight, spinning slightly through clever use of the momentum of the still-raised foot to more properly face her second opponent. She reaches in for what is best described as a hug, pulling herself to his side, bringing with her an arm of the guard behind his back and locking it there in one sharp motion, along with a sickening crack. The second guard drops his weapon in shock and pain, only to be finished off with a shoulder to the spine, sending him flying against the reinforced steel wall, unconcious.

The entire scene lasted less than a full three seconds, from the start of the lunge 'til both were knocked out. Lizzie reels from this for a moment, the rush of drugs nearly resulting in the same for herself. She couldn't let -that- happen! She had a date to go on to! Approaching the door behind the guards, she pulls out a new white glove which she carefully slips around her hand. This one glove was special, you see. Lizzie crafted it one day, for emergency uses. The lines on the tip of the fingers match the ones for Freya in her medical database, and she may or may not have abused of her position to acquire samples of Freya's DNA. Regardless, it's clear that her device works, as the DNA ID system of the door offers no struggle against it, giving Lizzie free access to Freya's quarters. Seems like being one of the senior medical officers of Bruchsal had its occasional upsides!

Readjusting her hair, taking out a small mirror to make sure her makeup is still in place, flicking her right wrist to inject herself with a counter for her first injection that'd help her calm down, she rushes into the quarters, ready to pounce down Freya as if nothing had happened!

"GOOTEEEN TAAAAG, FREYAAAA~!"

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I want to get off Mr. Igiss' wild ride.