Old Acquaintances and lost friends

[Bazza]

I told you, Sev, I don't want you dead. You're more useful to me alive, you just don't know it yet.

Evangeline pauses for a moment, standing watch over Sev as she hiccups in obvious pain on the floor in front of her, desperately trying to hold back the urge to wail out in agony. Eva clearly hears her heavy, laboured breathing as the thumping pain - both physical and emotional - overloads her senses.


You didn't come here to save Vixen's life, did you?

Why would you need this armour plating and that stupid helmet if you did?


Evangeline arches up her leg and angrily kicks Sev's long-discarded helmet across the floor, the steel toe cap of her utilitarian, borderline masculine work boot creating an almighty crash as it impacts the device, sending it smashing into a wall. Unidentified small parts of the device shatter and spread around the area like shrapnel as the main body comes to rest in a corner.

Vixen has a life to call her own now. The stupid mongrel staring at me made her the mother of a beautiful little girl. She has friends who love her. She has a place in society that she can call her own despite being different, despite being unusual and even despite being frightening - and you saw fit to take all of that away from her.

I don't know what kind of ****ed up person made something like you but if you can honestly consider acting against one of your own kind in the way you were intending to do so you do not deserve to live.



Evangeline lords over Sev as she crouches in the floor in the middle of the airlock in a pained, sobbing heap. With her pistol trained on the woman she leans her body across to the wall and, with her free hand, presses a large button on a stainless steel command console.

I don't want to kill you. I'd rather see you living like Vixen does.

But is it worth my time helping you, or should I just vent you to space right now?

The exterior blast door of the salvage frigate begins to close, locking off retreat to the guested liner.

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