Agent Carolina (topoftheboard) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-19 05:14:00 |
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…"Agent York, clear the floor please."
"In a second, FILSS."
"Clear the floor or enter the match, York. Your choice."
The computer's tone of voice would have made Carolina quirk a smile at any other time. As it was, she continued pulling weapons from the rack, her focus never shifting away from her preparations. No matter what Tex tried to throw at her, she would be ready.
"For the record, I would stay to support you, but she's really damn scary."
Carolina's head snapped over to glare at the man in gold armor beside her. He thinks she's scary?
"Okay, maybe you're both pretty scary. Gotta go." Carolina watched York leave, making sure he was not going to change his mind. Some part of her knew she should appreciate the thought, but this was not the place nor the time. It would not mean anything if she could not beat Tex on her own. Her gaze moved away from York and to the twin forms that appeared on her shoulder. Well, mostly on her own. She could feel the tickle of whispers as they merged and disappeared, another set of whispers as she heard them readying her equipment for the fight.
They were…different than Sigma. Kinder. More innocent. More afraid. Less likely to give her suggestions or discourse strategy. The last was fine with her; she just needed them to be tools to help her win. To prove that she could beat her. That she could win.
"Round begins in three…two… one… begin. Good luck, ladies."
"Thanks. I won't need it."
This was about more than being at the top of the leader board. She was supposed to be the best. The one her team could count on to lead them and bring them all home safe. And they were her team. Even the goddamn rookie had been around longer than Tex. She knew their strengths, their weaknesses, the best way to motivate them and when to let them run on their own. Being at the top meant that she had the right to lead them and there was no way she was going to let some dark horse bitch take them from her.
As one, the two women started running toward the other. They had similar fighting styles, but Carolina knew her experience would give her the edge in the fight. The woman in black armor was good, granted, but the redhead had led more missions and gotten her team out of more scrapes than Tex had points on the leader board. You're going down, Tex. This is going to be my wi-
"No! Allison!"
--AHHHHHHHHHH!!" 'Allison!' Pain! Blinding pain! 'Allison!' No! 'Allison!Allison!Allison!Allison!Allison!No!Allison!Allison!Allison!Allison!NotHer!A llison!Allison!Allison!Allison!'
Carolina fell to her knees, skidding across the training room floor. It felt like her head was trying to rip itself into two - no! three - pieces. Grief and suffering flooded her system. The whispers had turned to screams, crying out the name of the woman they loved, and lost, and loved still. Her mother's name. Desperately, she tried to remove her helmet. She needed to make them stop. To make the pain stop. The helmet finally gave, but if anything, that only made the screams louder. Voices cried out in the background, but she could not make out what they were saying over the screaming in her head.
"…should sedate…Immediately. We've no idea how much damage two A.I. could-"
"No. She made her decision. Let her be."
"Come on! Somebody help her!"
"AHHHH!"
"What the fuck is going on?! Somebody get down here!"
"You are all dismissed!"