this time with a tube of liquid. It applied the tube to the largest cut first, and then held the sides of the wound closed for a moment. The liquid stung, burning into Kyra's leg.
Kyra cried out and felt tears run down her cheeks. "When you're finished, I'm going to feed you to the garbage disposal," she growled through gritted teeth.
The table beeped, the monitor glowing red. It had a low level AI, but it had to treat her, no matter what she said. The two arms let go of Kyra's legs and withdrew.
Kyra got to her feet and tested her legs. The bonding liquid still burned, but her legs weren't leaking any more.
Crisis dealt with, Kyra searched the room. Her gaze lingered on the wide trail of blood leading straight to the table. Anyone crossing that would have no trouble following it all the way to the medbay.
Kyra hobbled to the door, pushing into the frame and listening to the corridor outside. She heard the kind of silence that contains a person. She waited.
A gun barrel nuzzled its way through the door. A head followed after, glancing around.
Kyra punched the merc in the nose, seized the side of his neck and threw him to the ground.
He slammed down on his back and slid to the table, his head hitting it with a bong.
Kyra jumped on his chest, grabbed his head with both hands and rammed it back into the table again. This time it rang with a louder bong. She snatched the man's gun and threw it out the door.
The man grunted and pushed her off him.
Kyra rolled away from him and back to her feet. She slipped a little in her own blood but quickly recovered.
The man smiled at her. His head dripped blood onto his shirt, his blood mingling with hers. He blew Kyra a kiss.
Kyra charged at him, screaming. She struck up under his chin with the heels of her hands, driving him backwards.
The merc fell onto the table, with Kyra on top of him.
Kyra slammed the table monitor at random.
Robotic hands flew out and held the merc down. The man struggled against them. "Hey, let me out of this thing."
Kyra jumped off him and pulled the monitor to her. She scrolled through the menus until she found, 'Delirium'. Anaesthetic options appeared. Kyra selected, 'Inhalation sedation'.
A robotic arm rotated out of the head of the table with a long tube and a mask. The merc squirmed, trying to break free. The arm was insistent, plugging the mask over his mouth and nose.
Kyra found the gas level on the monitor and cranked it up.
"The others are coming. They're going to fucking kill you, little girl," the merc growled.
"Sure, just like you and your seven buddies did. Go to sleep, little boy."
The PA crackled. "Sergeant Sarin, this is Baltasar Kemke. Please pick up the nearest communications unit."
"Fuck you, nipple scrape," Kyra said.
"Now, now," the PA said. "The panel is on the wall behind you."
Kyra glared at the ceiling, spotting a camera in the corner.
"Behind you," the PA insisted.
Kyra looked around and found the panel - a basic video comms unit. She walked over and keyed it on.
Baltasar's face appeared. He was gaunt, with neat brown hair. He stared down his thin nose at her and smiled. "Now, isn't that better?"
"What do you want?" Kyra asked.
"I just wanted to talk to you. We haven't had a chance to introduce ourselves. I'm Baltasar Kemke, the CEO of Kemke Industries, amongst other things."
"Aren't you the head of WikiDeath?"
Baltasar smirked. "One of my more juvenile ventures, but it serves its purpose."
"What do you want, Kemke?"
"You've killed most of my men, Sergeant. I just wanted to tell you that you can stop. We're leaving in ten minutes. We're going to get in our little spaceship and fly away."
"Your plans are complete?"
Baltasar smirked. "I'm going to tell you my plans, am I, Sergeant?"
"I'm going to cram your little spaceship up your skinny ass."
"I might not have many men left, Sergeant, but I have enough. If you try anything, you'll die. I don't want to kill you."
"I'll take you with me," Kyra
Kyra cried out and felt tears run down her cheeks. "When you're finished, I'm going to feed you to the garbage disposal," she growled through gritted teeth.
The table beeped, the monitor glowing red. It had a low level AI, but it had to treat her, no matter what she said. The two arms let go of Kyra's legs and withdrew.
Kyra got to her feet and tested her legs. The bonding liquid still burned, but her legs weren't leaking any more.
Crisis dealt with, Kyra searched the room. Her gaze lingered on the wide trail of blood leading straight to the table. Anyone crossing that would have no trouble following it all the way to the medbay.
Kyra hobbled to the door, pushing into the frame and listening to the corridor outside. She heard the kind of silence that contains a person. She waited.
A gun barrel nuzzled its way through the door. A head followed after, glancing around.
Kyra punched the merc in the nose, seized the side of his neck and threw him to the ground.
He slammed down on his back and slid to the table, his head hitting it with a bong.
Kyra jumped on his chest, grabbed his head with both hands and rammed it back into the table again. This time it rang with a louder bong. She snatched the man's gun and threw it out the door.
The man grunted and pushed her off him.
Kyra rolled away from him and back to her feet. She slipped a little in her own blood but quickly recovered.
The man smiled at her. His head dripped blood onto his shirt, his blood mingling with hers. He blew Kyra a kiss.
Kyra charged at him, screaming. She struck up under his chin with the heels of her hands, driving him backwards.
The merc fell onto the table, with Kyra on top of him.
Kyra slammed the table monitor at random.
Robotic hands flew out and held the merc down. The man struggled against them. "Hey, let me out of this thing."
Kyra jumped off him and pulled the monitor to her. She scrolled through the menus until she found, 'Delirium'. Anaesthetic options appeared. Kyra selected, 'Inhalation sedation'.
A robotic arm rotated out of the head of the table with a long tube and a mask. The merc squirmed, trying to break free. The arm was insistent, plugging the mask over his mouth and nose.
Kyra found the gas level on the monitor and cranked it up.
"The others are coming. They're going to fucking kill you, little girl," the merc growled.
"Sure, just like you and your seven buddies did. Go to sleep, little boy."
The PA crackled. "Sergeant Sarin, this is Baltasar Kemke. Please pick up the nearest communications unit."
"Fuck you, nipple scrape," Kyra said.
"Now, now," the PA said. "The panel is on the wall behind you."
Kyra glared at the ceiling, spotting a camera in the corner.
"Behind you," the PA insisted.
Kyra looked around and found the panel - a basic video comms unit. She walked over and keyed it on.
Baltasar's face appeared. He was gaunt, with neat brown hair. He stared down his thin nose at her and smiled. "Now, isn't that better?"
"What do you want?" Kyra asked.
"I just wanted to talk to you. We haven't had a chance to introduce ourselves. I'm Baltasar Kemke, the CEO of Kemke Industries, amongst other things."
"Aren't you the head of WikiDeath?"
Baltasar smirked. "One of my more juvenile ventures, but it serves its purpose."
"What do you want, Kemke?"
"You've killed most of my men, Sergeant. I just wanted to tell you that you can stop. We're leaving in ten minutes. We're going to get in our little spaceship and fly away."
"Your plans are complete?"
Baltasar smirked. "I'm going to tell you my plans, am I, Sergeant?"
"I'm going to cram your little spaceship up your skinny ass."
"I might not have many men left, Sergeant, but I have enough. If you try anything, you'll die. I don't want to kill you."
"I'll take you with me," Kyra
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