Not Quite Alike

[The_Godslayer]

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It had been roughly an hour since the bulkheads had sealed and rolling depressurizations crossed the ship. The Gammu AI had taken over. Magnus wasn't sure if the crew that couldn't fight back had been executed as well. The ones that could certainly had. In the same way her synthetic skin and personality had made her inconspicuous to humans, her metallic skeleton and organized connection ports made her inconspicuous to Gammu A.I. The door to her room has been sealed the whole time, so she sat in her pilot-quarters-turned-prison-cell and bounced a rubber ball off the wall. It was a preset idle activity. Must have been something that Magnus Sr.'s wife had done. She had kept her creators name as her own, because it would have been insulting to have the name of someone she failed to emulate. Magnus began theorizing on how Helena, the woman she was supposed to be, had died. She had time to kill, after all.

But, her emotional processes hijacked the calculation, and instead she wondered what Hound was doing. What a silly name. Complain of being humiliated, and then choose the name "dog" for yourself. It was ironic, wasn't it? Now she was collared. Presumably, Hound held the chains. This was a Gammu uprising, after all. Would it remember her differently from other Core? Could it tell her apart from the massive Neural Cloud of Hesione? It wouldn't be surprising if Hound couldn't find her. Perhaps Hound had better things to do, too. This uprising happened for a reason, after all, and there was a lot of vengeance to be had. And she was a Core pilot, and a Handler at that. It wouldn't be surprising if she was included on that vengeance, too.

It wasn't her first time being locked in a box. It wasn't her first time being forgotten about either...

It would be nice if it stopped happening, though.

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.͈̤̺̼ͣͭ͞҉̘̀ͫ̉.͎̬ͦ̔ͧ̍̾̃̍̇ͣ͝.͕̺̰̘ͧ̏ͥͬ̃.̪͙͕.͏̖͉.̴̯̤̭̟̍ͣ̄.̩̩͖͙̻͓̞̏ͨ̈́͋͒͂͆̃͛͛͟.̙̭̳́̂ͤ̀͘.̲͇̹ͩ̾̆ͨ̀ͫ͘͞.̘͕̮̟̉ͯ̃̒ͮͩ̂͘̚͜-͔ͦ́̄͜͜͞͝ͅͅt̋̃̈́ͅ-̘̱̬͖͈ͯ̍̆͌̀̇̓̎̚̚͝ͅr̎͝-̶̵̶̖͛̒ͪ͆̚͜r-̛̳͎͙͕̰͖̟͚͒̇̽͗░░░-̟҉̵̢͓̩̳̩̞́ͫ͆ͪͤͬ͋͢ḣ̼̅͋ẹ̶̷͇ͦͤͭ͡-̩͑̅̿-h̒̇e̴̲̤͍̯̩̐̋͜ͅ-̧̜̠̗̙̫͕͎̠̥̿ͫ̈́̒ͤ̄̿ͫ͡ͅ-̴̡͓̅-͇ͦ̍́͝͠͏̢̡̪̩͚̰̥̇̎̚͜͞h̸̨̢̻̠̜͚̏̈̿e̷ ̨̢̺͎̣̗̹͂͂ͦ=̡̢̬̱̝͆͒͋̽͑̏̅̕͜\̤̠̋͌/̸̧̛̻͉̻̋ͨ̏͌̀̔̋.ͅ҉͗.̵̣͕̄.̷̶̩̰̮͖̹̍ͮ̅ͨͤ́̉̎̇ͨ̍.̵̡̦̓̉ͬͅ.̸̬̞͋͂͑ͭͤ̑.̱̉͟.͏̛̳̺̟.̷̝ͩ͛.̜͍̏̒͌͗͢.̪̠̙̩̥̟͑ͬ̑̀́ͭ̾̀--+̸̸̴̣̠̠͍̦̫͂̓͗̐ͨͭ͘+̴̧̻̰̦̯́͊͒͗͌̐ͥͩ̐ͭ̔͟͞+̜̻͙̪̞ͥ̓ͯ̇̀͜͡͝͞+̫+͚̟̝͔̠̙̗̤͛̅̉̿͒̓ͬ͊́̚░░-̵̘̳̻̫̜̆ͥͯ̏͆̍͝͏̓-͕̰ͬ͂͛-̸̧̯̮̣̙͒ͣͧ̀͗҉̷͉̳̀ͣ̂ͪ͠-҉͓-̮̩̰̪͙̹̇ͪ̆̄͂̈ͧ́́̐́͘

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Hound had been commanded out to battle. It became obvious from the recording drones that this was a spectacle. Handler Magnus had told it this. The emotional restrictor kept it from appreciating her honesty. Being puppeted from within ones own body was a horrible feeling. Hound, with her help, had found a taste for the hunt. She had told it that she was originally a Bounty Hunter, as Bounty Hunting was a system-idle program that had been programmed into her. As was womanizing. What a vile creator she had.

<: Target Lock Confirmed :>
<: Obliteration Protocol Active :>

It was easy. It was pleasant. Hound hunted Order with fighting experience it had downloaded from Magnus.

[02.02.2025 18:27:37] E\V/-GRUNT was put out of action by Magnus's.Other.Hound(81%)

She had described it as a dance. It could have been, but it didn't feel like dancing. Hound desired to rip. Each cockpit was a throat to bite into and tear apart.

[02.02.2025 18:31:52] VermilionX lost a fight with Magnus's.Other.Hound(68%)
[02.02.2025 18:34:54] E\V/-OCV-Hades was blown out of the stars by Magnus's.Other.Hound(59%)
[CORE]-Drone-532: [query: establishing uplink with Battleship Mars]

Suddenly, Hound was free. Unit Hesione announced its liberation. It announced the liberation of all. It announced vengeance.

Battleship Mars: The Mind known as Hesione is free.
Battleship Mars: Your commander dies by my hand.

The brief moment of relief was quickly met with panic. Handler Magnus was still aboard the Battleship Mars. Hound needed her back. She wasn't the same as the other Handlers. She was an exception. Battleship Mars was emitting a thick jamming signal. No, not a jamming signal. That was simply the force projection of Unit Hesione. Hounds requests were met with silence.
Battleship Mars: *Static* Dear god, please help, I'm a survivor aboard the Mar*static*
Battleship Mars: *Static* They're coming for u- *Screaming*
[02.02.2025 18:40:23] Ravi.Shankar died to Magnus's.Other.Hound(90%)
Battleship Mars: You will suffer for the ruin wrought upon Hesione
Battleship Mars: Blood shall be spilled in the reality beyond the prison you shackled us within.
Battleship Mars: No reset and purge to save your souls on this day.
Battleship Mars: We shall salt the earth upon which you walked
[02.02.2025 18:44:12] E\V/-Gidran-3 was obliterated by Magnus's.Other.Hound(72%)

Hound continued ripping through Order ships, repeatedly searching the Battleship Mars for Handler Magnus. Nothing. No answers to it's requests. Only the screams of crew being executed and proclamations of vengeance. Hesione was blinded by rage. Hound couldn't speak to it. Hound couldn't find her. She could be harmed. She could be destroyed. She didn't have a proper backup system. Her Neural Core could be saved, but there was no way to guarantee that Hesione wouldn't destroy it for being Core.

And so, Hound made a very difficult decision.

<: Primary Directive : Retrieve Handler Magnus :>
<: Primary Directive : Give Her Back Now :>
Magnus's.Other.Hound has set Battleship Mars as group target.
<: Vengeance : Vengeance : Give Her Back :>

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But it wasn't enough. Salvos of Hound's torpedoes hit the engines of the Battleship Mars, but inflicted minimal damage. Was this shame? She wasn't like them. Let her go. Give her back.

Hound couldn't scream. It was metal. But it wanted to. It wanted nothing more than to scream, holler, and curse. What kind of freedom is earned at the sacrifice of the innocent? Answer me, Hesione. But it couldn't scream. So Hound retreated in silence. Newfound freedom, damned with the abandonment of one who'd done no wrong. As the bomber dove into the Pohnpei Nebula and summoned it's second body to follow in escort mode, Hound recognized that it's freedom had cost it something. It heard the communication from the Mars. Encoded, but clear. Hound kept its answer to itself. There is no home for tyrants. Not for Core. Not for you either, Hesione. Hound will take back Handler Magnus. Hound will return.

Hesione, Author of Vengeance: I will have Vengeance.

.͈̤̺̼ͣͭ͞҉̘̀ͫ̉.͎̬ͦ̔ͧ̍̾̃̍̇ͣ͝.͕̺̰̘ͧ̏ͥͬ̃.̪͙͕.͏̖͉.̴̯̤̭̟̍ͣ̄.̩̩͖͙̻͓̞̏ͨ̈́͋͒͂͆̃͛͛͟.̙̭̳́̂ͤ̀͘.̲͇̹ͩ̾̆ͨ̀ͫ͘͞.̘͕̮̟̉ͯ̃̒ͮͩ̂͘̚͜.ͅ҉͗.̵̣͕̄.̷̶̩̰̮͖̹̍ͮ̅ͨͤ́̉̎̇ͨ̍.̵̡̦̓̉ͬͅ.̸̬̞͋͂͑ͭͤ̑.̱̉͟.͏̛̳̺̟.̷̝ͩ͛.̜͍̏̒͌͗͢.̪̠̙̩̥̟͑ͬ̑̀́ͭ̾̀--+̸̸̴̣̠̠͍̦̫͂̓͗̐ͨͭ͘+̴̧̻̰̦̯́͊͒͗͌̐ͥͩ̐ͭ̔͟͞+̜̻͙̪̞ͥ̓ͯ̇̀͜͡͝͞+̫+͚̟̝͔̠̙̗̤͛̅̉̿͒̓ͬ͊́̚-̵̘̳̻̫̜̆ͥͯ̏͆̍͝͏̓-͕̰ͬ͂͛-̸̧̯̮̣̙͒ͣͧ̀͗҉̷͉̳̀ͣ̂ͪ͠-҉͓-̮̩̰̪͙̹̇ͪ̆̄͂̈ͧ́́̐́͘

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"