Corruption and Change

[Alpha 429]

Obliterator sat in his private chambers sipping a vintage beverage. It had to be at least 350 years old, so young yet quite delicious. These luxuries he savoured to were only available on the Revenant thus he only got the chance to indulge every few months when he is called home from the enlightening. However this homecoming was pretty special, they had a very special guest on the Revenant. Obliterator knew what horrors he had and was being exposed to as he sat in his chambers in peace and serenity. For a man of death, destruction and enlightenment many phantoms found it strange that he could enjoy and tolerate such a state for the lengths of time that Obliterator could but they seem to have forgotten that they were not always like this, a long time ago peace and serenity were an essential part of Obliterators life and existence, as was knowledge.

But enough of that, there would be more time to debate that with his brothers and sisters after the job was done. Slowly and silently Obliterator rose and went over to a table on which rested a weapon he wanted to test. Another of Obliterators fascinations was with the collection of ancient artefacts, the race was not important, he had many from all over the universe: Dom Kavash, Miralukan, Nomad, CTan and Human to name a few. The one on the table was a human weapon. It was over a millennium old and used by the humans on Terra. Its design was interesting he had 2 such devices but the barrel of the one he was holding had been deliberately shortened. He had fired the weapon once and was intrigued by its scattering and shredding power, how he longed to test it on flesh and now he would get his chance. He picked it up and inserted a shell, he only had a few so this would probably be this weapons last ever shot. He left his quarters and headed for the holding chambers.

As he walked he considered the prisoners fate, he knew of the torture he had experienced at the hands of the others but that is not always the way to crack a man, especially a man like Harrison. No perhaps subtlety would be best in this case.

He arrived in the cell and Harrison looked up, a look of anguish came over his face initially but when he realised it was Obliterator his expression changed, he seemed confident, good thought Obliterator it is more entertaining to wipe the smile from their face. Obliterator deposited his items and walked over to the shackled Harrison who had been chained in an upright position by his hands and was semi dangling from the roof.

So more defiant Liberty dogs think that they can withstand the judgement of the Phantoms eh Admiral? I know all about you by the way. Obliterator said emotionlessly.

And I you Doctor. Replied Harrison obviously trying to regain what composure he could, he wasnt doing very well. I have read a file many thought long gone scum and do you know what? Harrison leaned over as best he could and whispered something to Obliterator. His blood boiled.

Obliterator had shed all compassion for human life but there was one small exception, a hidden sorrow long suppressed and now unleashed in rage by what he just said. Obliterator laughed maniacally which seemed to surprise Harrison. As he laughed he walked over to the ancient weapon and picked it up. His laugh stopped suddenly and he spun round with the weapon raised and aimed at Harrison left leg. He squeezed the trigger and the weapon discharged, its power ripping through Harrisons leg and blasting out his kneecap which was shattered and fell to the floor in pieces. Harrison shrieked in a loud high voice. Obliterator simply laughed louder than previously and bellowed now who is screaming like a little girl Admiral? Huh WHO?

Obliterator unchained Harrison who collapsed to the ground in a heap, his left leg was still attached and would probably remain attached. As Harrison tried to pick himself up Obliterators right boot collided with Harrisons stomach a loud, dull thud and Harrison rolled onto his back groaning loudly in extreme pain. Another powerful swing of his leg and Obliterators boot connected with Harrisons ribs resulting in a sickening crack followed by another howl of pain as Harrison lay on his back shivering and hurting on the floor of the cell. Again Obliterators foot connected with the now shattered ribs which only served to smash them more and lodge fragments into tissue and vital organs. This time Harrisons shriek was cut short by a heel blow to the oesophagus which collapsed his windpipe but not enough to stop him from fully breathing. However Harrisons breathing became raspy and loud. Obliterator grabbed him and pulled him up and then grabbed his right arm and twisted it behind his back slowly pushing it too far hearing the bones dislocate and crack and hearing Harrison scream out in pain and for mercy.

If he had expected mercy then he shouldnt have opened his mouth. Obliterator let him go and he once again dropped to floor. Defeated Harrison just sat against the wall motionless and quiet. Obliterator however had just taken a container from his items in the cell and walked back over to Harrison. He observed the massive hole in his leg where his kneecap had once sat. He then open the container revealing its contents. Whatever colour left in Harrisons face drained away quickly and Obliterator was satisfied when he saw Harrison look in horror at him when he saw the contents of the container. Salt. Before Harrison said anything, Obliterator poured the salt into Harrisons knee. The ear piercing scream was deafening. At this point a surgeon rushed in and almost screamed in horror himself at the mess of the room and the prisoner. He was rushing over when he saw Harrison start to try and get up only to be knocked unconscious by a blow to the head from the butt of Obliterators sidearm. The crunch of skull bone made the surgeon wretch.

As 3 more assistants rushed in to try and help stabilize Harrison, Obliterator left with his things. Looking at the ancient gun and pleased with the data he had collected from its test fire.

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