Remnants of the Earth
SPACE STATIONS => TRIM => Topic started by: Anonymous on July 16, 2010, 12:26:33 am
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Sirra opened her eyes grimacing at the bright florescent light. She put her arm over her eyes so as to reduce the stabbing pain the light caused her. Am I in an asylum? she thought shuddering. The wound on her wrist had been bandaged, probably so she didn't bleed all over her cell. Its not everyday that you find a suicidal telepath after all. She hadn't always been this way, her inventions usually calmed her down. Just tinkering away and stealing ideas from other peoples heads. Her hobby had given her the much needed extra money for her chain pants and skull shirt. She noticed the absence of her chains, and it was probably for the best, she could hurt someone or herself with them after all.
"Where am I?" she asked with her arm still over her eyes. She remembered her suicide attempt, and the blackness it brought. She remembered the screams of her mother,asking her to hold on and that everything would be okay.For the first time in her life there was no background noise in her head. A terrifying silence seemed to take over her brain. Her thoughts seemed to echo around her empty skull.
"What the hell have you done to me?" she screamed and began to rip at the bandage on her wrist, unaware that her blood was beginning to drip on the floor, her eyes watering in the bright light. Mom always threaten to send me here. I never thought she actually would. Sirra thought. Angrily she began beating on the walls of her cell. "Let me out!" her screams echoed in the near empty room.
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Severak was hired for the research labs in order to guard something. They didn't exactly specify what he should protect, but he believed it was the patient. Why? Well, she didn't seem too good of a condition when he last saw her. But then again, she was unconscious. He was told this was all going to be a secret, and that whatever he said to anyone else would result in both of their deaths. Did this cause a noticeable pause in Severak's words, or his act to accept? Not at all. He risked his life each day doing these jobs, why should he care that he might die by yet another reason? It didn't seem to really bother him.
So he moved from the security station he had been viewing the cameras from, and moved down the hall, past quite a few different... tests. He moved past them without a glimpse, and found his way into the room that had the patient's cell. He could hear her freaking out right now, and heard a drip. It wasn't water, they didn't allow leaks. And the smell... obviously blood. He grabbed a bandage from the medical cabinet nearby and then proceeded to unlock and enter the room. He spoke calmly.
"Calm down, you're causing quite a ruckus in here." Severak said with his odd radio tuned words. They were odd, yet delicate for this fragile patient. He moved closer, and then took a glance at her bandage that was turning the familiar crimson he knew from his own experiences. He sighed, and then put his hand out, a signal for her to give him her arm. He wanted to patch it up. He would probably get a drop in reward if she wasn't in a good condition after he was dismissed. Besides, the more practice he got with wounds, the better he could patch himself up.
So he waited.
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Sirra looked at him and for a second not understanding his silent request. Realization dawned and she held out her wrist carefully.
"Who are you, and where am I? Why can't I hear what anyone's thinking?" She asked not giving him time to answer. She wanted answers. Was something wrong with her telepathy? Was this an alternate version of hell? What had happened to her inventions? The last questions were unimportant right now.
She sat on her bed, suddenly tired from her exertions. "I'm Sirra, but you might already know that." she said introducing herself.
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A new patient. Mae loved new patients! This one was a psychic, which displeased her, it meant that it wasn’t going to be her patient. She had enough of them in the Alpha wing, she supposed. Because telepathy and telekinesis didn’t work Mae had to prance and hold the clip board with the girls information.
Mae hovered behind the guard. Temporary guard. She leered at the back of his head, her ice blue eyes bright, her pupils little pinpricks. Obviously the girl was psychic. The questions entered her ears and she smirked before poking her head around the door to smile widely, showing off her obvious leathal fangs before she looked down at the clip board. “Aaah, a newbie.” Her voice was delighted and she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Blood.
“You’re in TRIM. It’s a space station where we use people like you - failed pilot candidates - as test subjects for our products.” Another smile and she stepped in quietly, one arm had a folded white uniform over it, loose and easily replaceable. Touching a small hand to the guards shoulder she tilted her head, “He’s a guard. He is not informed of patients or why they’re here. But I happen to have your file and it appears you...” A look of mild surprise, “weren’t a candidate at all. Oh my.”
A look of curiosity flitted across her features. Mae looked like a young teenage girl, the short black hair and pastel coloured dress made her look almost innocent, but the obvious blood lust in her eyes made her more than intimidating. “You’re in Wing Omega. It supresses psychic abilities, not that telepathy would get you anywhere here. There are far more powerful psychics here, Pilots even, that can’t get out.” An amused laugh, “you have no chance so don’t bother trying to figure it out. The guards are five times as strong as you are and no amount of telepathy would help you if you managed to leave this wing. Trust me.”
Her arm shot out and she held out the white uniform, “Now, get out of your civilian clothes. You belong to TRIM now and you should dress as such.”
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"Get out of my clothes? Fat chance of that happening. Being a clone and looking like everyone else doesn't appeal to me." Sirra said with a laugh.
She added "At any rate, my file probably mentions my suicide attempt. You know what that means? It means I don't care if I live or die. So tie me down, you controlling stuck up cunt." Sirra said finishing her rant for now and flipping off the doctor.
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Severak felt the presence of the undead behind him and shrugged it off, knowing that she was a staff here. There was a soft click on his radio as he turned it off, and briefly snickered inside his sound-proof helmet. There was another click, meaning he turned it back on. It was rather interesting that the female had decided to give up completely, and just ranted at the doctor. He may not be able to read thoughts, but he could definitely 'borrow' a folder to look over the contents. He may not have been informed, but he had his ways of getting some info.
"Sirra, there are worse things than life and death in this galaxy, and I don't think you want to go through them." Severak said warningly, his tone suddenly more calm and powerful than anything. What did that mean? It meant that the 'good' doctor behind him was not one for a friendly attitude. He may be a guard, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some 'fun' with his clients.
Some interesting fun.
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"Worse? How can this possibly get any worse? I failed at my own suicide for gods sake. Now I'm stuck in this hell, where I can't even read anyone's thoughts, plus you all probably are going to kill me eventually. If antagonizing that cunt speeds up the process, I'm all for it" she said stubbornly. She than felt something in her hair.
Could that be my portable network droid? she wondered. She than turned to the doctor.
"So does seeing me bleed give you a thrill? Perhaps your a vampire, that would explain your look when you saw my blood. Thirsty friend? Can you hear my heart beat? I belong to no one but myself. So freak, make me put on your ugly uniform."
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A look of shock crossed her features. Well, that complicated things. For a few moments. Giving a pout, Mae looked towards the guard and touched the side of his helmet gently, as if stroking the cheek underneath. A chuckle and her delighted childish voice pierced the air, she was excited. “Oooh I’m going to tell your doctor how you act.” She smiled before she moved closer to the girl, grabbing at the neck of her shirt, the brief sound of ripping fabric could be heard.
“I can’t understand why they didn’t strip you earlier. Possibly more powerful psychics, you just have telepathy. Even I am more powerful than you are.” She giggled, delighted and then moved closer, a dangerous smile on her lips. “You could have enrolled yourself in the candidate program. You’re from Aedolis. Didn’t the fame and forture just for being psychic pique your interest?”Mae didn’t reply to the curse words, finding herself far too classy to reply to such a petty excuse of getting her riled.
“Hmm, this is hell. For you.” Another smile and Mae moved closer and smiled, the sharp fangs obvious, “Ahh, good eye you have. And yes, the smell of fresh blood always makes me shiver. In fact.” She sniffed the air, “You don’t smell drugged. Lets take care of this, shall we?” Mae tugged at the bandages and yanked her close, her grip was steep and her hand was cold, the wetness of her tongue as it swiped along the wound. Moments later it knit itself up and she wiped the blood from her mouth. “You may not be drugged but you’re still not very tasty. Ew” A comment to herself.
Another chuckle. “You think you belong to yourself?” The sound of clothing ripped could be heard when Mae tore at the collar of the girls shirt, “You belonged to Aedolis. They sold you to us because you’re a failure of the psychic like the rest of the Aedolins in this wing.” She tilted her head, “We’re going to cut your nails so short you can’t tear at your skin, we’re going to pad the walls and leave you without a bed, if you’re a worse case we’ll put you in a straight jacket so you can’t do yourself harm.” Her voice grew soft, “you’re ours. The sooner you give up the better off you’ll be.”
She reached out the uniform again, gripped tight incase the girl tried to fling it out of her hand “Now, put the uniform on or I’ll strip you naked in front of this guard and put it on you myself. My looks may fool you but I’m not one of the nicer people here, Little Girl. Being special will get you singled out, the sooner you blend in the better off you’ll be.” Mae looked towards the guard, “Better yet, I’ll make him dress you. Now. Change.”
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Severak watched the events that unfolded and then grinned underneath his helmet, something he was not known for. He watched as she licked the wound, and then chuckled softly. "Vampirism has its benefits, I see." he said, and then shook his head. There was a tearing of clothes to be heard, and he found some instructions being shot at his direction. There was a click from his opticals, and then he nodded. He took the clothing that the patient was supposed to wear, and then unfolded it.
(Tell me if this power playing or not, but I gotta get another paragraph in. xD)
He roughly put on the clothing, not by punching her and beating her down, but just by forcing her limbs to move so he could put on the clothing. He had no interest in her form, it was obvious. Otherwise he would have felt her up, or something, but he merely put the clothes on her, and left it at that.
"Doctor Mae, I need to say one thing. I wasn't hired for the protection of the staff, I was hired to be a protection for this patient. There's a experiment that is in need of her. So i'll ask you to be a bit more... gentle, with her than others. I tell you this now, as I know what you're good at in here."
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Sirra didn't struggle as Severak dressed her. She had taken a liking to him, and it wasn't as embarrassing as the vampire thought it would be.
"No, being famous doesn't interest me in the least. I'm an inventor. Plucking ideas from your more free thinking citizens heads. So your vampirism can heal? Interesting. I just thought you were quick at healing yourself. I thought straight jackets were outlawed. Something about being dangerous to ware. They probably means my mother, which you either killed, or pressured into giving me up. She wouldn't give me up voluntarily, I'll tell you that. A failure? I was doing quite good for myself, apart from the suicide attempt of course." she said looking at her civilian clothes longingly.
They didn't get my mini network. I still have my blue hair. Fuck my nails. I am winning. she thought with a smile. She hoped they wouldn't get the mini network, it was her ticket out of here. Even if she did use it for a quick blog, TRIM could be watching and delete the blog. It was a chance she was willing to take. The mini network was charged by light. It didn't mater if it was sunlight, or artificial light. It had probably charged while she slept, and she always kept it with her. It camouflaged perfectly in her blue hair. She hadn't built color changing technology into it but it was her only hope.
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“Ah, thank you...” Mae stared at the guard for a moment, frowning to herself. Eugh, she hated having her powers blocked off, “Guard.” She finished lamely. Not because she wanted to but because she didn’t know his name. The guards were faceless and nameless, they had numbers, of course, but other than that they were perfect tools. “Little girl. I don’t think stealing from people makes you an inventor. It makes you a thief.” She shoot her head and clicked her tongue, dissapointed.
Mae was amazed at how little this girl knew! Mae actually laughed, moving a hand to her mouth and giggling behind it before smiling and resting a hand on her hip. At both of them. “Protect? A patient? Highly unlikely, Guard, you’ve been misinformed.” A smile towards the girl, “Many things are outlawed, which is why we’re in space. Stupid girl.” Mae leered at her and reached forward before drawing back her hand.
“You were an Aedolian citizen, were you not?” Mae tilted her head to the side, “Were you too stupid to be a candidate? You’re young, you’re psychic. No one special comes here. There are no special patients unless they’re of another species and she is clearly human. ” She looked the girl up and down before looking at the guard, “And it is not Doctor Mae. It is Doctor Imajica.” Another pause and Mae tilted her head to the side before raising an eyebrow. “Do you have any idea where you are?” A look towards the guard, “And you. Do you know where you are?”
The girl may have had plans to use the little device in her hair, but everything was montiored. Everything. The Pilots could access the network without the help of that little device, some were powerful as physically as they were mentally and needed three guards to escort them to the testing area. If the girl did get a blog up, they’d trace it, delete it and then she’d be in quite a bit of trouble.
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Severak grinned underneath his mask again. Was he planning something? That was a definite yes. Which side was he on? That was completely unknown. He was up to something. Something nasty. What did it involve? Severak was not one for secrets, usually, but he held onto them rather well, especially if he created them. So... what was he up to? The doctor was a mere bump in the plan, but the plan was still going on. He chuckled, audibly.
"Of course I know where I am. Thanatos Research Instritute of Metaphysics, known as T.R.I.M., a well known organization that has many secrets they would like to keep to themselves. They have had a history or attempts of patients breaking out. This sector was devised for psychics." Severak said calmly. "And I guess, next time, I should be more direct, hm?" Severak said suddenly, and he grabbed the patient before suddenly leaving the room. What the he- Was he breaking out with her?
"Young miss, you may be the luckiest patient to be in here. There's a bounty on your head, but only if you're alive. I expect to get you delivered to the client." he said with a click of the radio, and moved rather quickly. Alarms were set off, but doors locked? Was this all planned ahead of time? Or was it just coincedence that all the security staff were now locked in rooms, unable to get out?
Severak knew, however, there was soon going to be a fight.
(Sorry, was bored, wanted drama.)
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"It's not stealing if they can't make there own idea's a reality. Yes i was a citizen, but like I said, I have no plans for fame." she replied.
Suddenly the guard grabbed her.
"Client?" she asked, her head spinning with questions and blood loss. "Who want me and what do they want with me?" she asked following behind him, and trying not to fall over as the room spun. It was as if she was drunk, and the beginings of a purple haze appeared on her vision.
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What just happened?
Mae stared at the blank room in front of her. What happened? Her eyes went wide and she stared ahead before leaving the room to see them running down the hall way. “No!” The voice of a child, Mae looked like a teenager, but at this moment, her wail of despair, would lead people to believe her nothing but a child. “Get back here! Guards!”
Where were the guards?
A snarl and she took off after them, her skirt flapping behind her. She caught up quickly and she grabbed the girls leg fingers digging in, possibly dangerously before a good yank and her grip was lost. Stupid bastard! Stupid guard! “You fools! You’ll both be killed for this if I have to rip open your necks and drain you myself!” Her voice was shrill and she paused for a moment to shudder, her pupils dilated and she snarled.
They’d have to leave wing omega to get to any sort of ship, which meant Mae would get her powers back. A smirk, as she chased after them. Going feral was a hindreance, but she couldn’t help it. There was a chase, there was prey. And she wanted it. Mae noticed the girl stumble and slowed to a walk, watching them. Close enough to go through a door before it fully shut. She’d watch for now. If she tried anything she’d probably kill them both and she knew her bosses didn’t want that.
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Severak grinned at her response, and then shook his head. "I don't ask for specific details, but it seemed like someone who cared for you quite a bit. They merely want you safe. For now, at least." he said, and then got her on his back. "Hang on, this is gonna go... well, quickly." He said, and suddenly, the jets in his legs went off, making him turn into something like a makeshift road runner for while.
He skidded to a halt, turned off the jets, and then realized something. The female probably had powers. And she was probably the only one not trapped and knowing the situation. He growled at himself after he turned off the mic, a rather... predatory growl. "Don't worry, you'll be outta here in no time at all."
Or so Severak hoped.
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Sirra felt her leg being clawed at and aimed her other foot to kick it, with a sound of surprise.
"Bitch" she said looking down at her bleeding leg.
A few moments later the two arrived at the door. shit, shit, shit SHIT! Sirra thought trying to keep upright. Adrenalin ran through her, but she didn't know what to do. At least she was staying conscious. "What do we do?" she asked looking around, sure that they were being watched, if not from the camera's than from someone. Just than he picked her up. "Probably my mom. We need to get out of this ward, my powers don't work here."
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Another feral growl and Mae picked up the pace. Fool! She was such a fool! The guard. Of course he wasn’t a real guard, he didn’t know anything! Half angry at herself. The doors had been locked, she heard it. Luckly the two were idiots so keeping up with them wouldn’t be too hard. Specially that woman. Mae grumbled silently after catching up, her hands out, her fingers curved ready to grab and tear if she had to.
Mae heard the girl speak and before either of them could notice she was standing five or so feet away, staring. Pupils so large they nearly took up her whole iris. A chuckle and she smiled, “As soon as your powers work, mine will too. I’m much more powerful than you are, Little Girl.” She tilted her head to the side and held her hands at her sides, if she didn’t look so scary Mae would look like a picture perfect young lady.
“We can have you mother taken away. Causing problems up here is an act of gospeling, and they’re put to death or sent here.” Mae giggled “Would you really want that to happen to your mother? One word to Aedolis and she’ll be dead for causing problems.” Her voice turned pouty, but she didn’t move any closer. “Now, be a good girl and make him return you to your cell.”
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Severak sighed, man, she was enraged. The doctor was so occupied with just trying to make the patient react, that she didn't realize that Severak just stopped, and stood there. Suddenly, he put his hand up, and covered his passenger's eyes, before dropping something that looked like a grenade. "Good luck with that." Severak simply said, and the flashbang went off. There was a ringing, there was a flash, and Severak was gone. Sometimes, it was awesome to have armor like his.
He went off down the hall, and found that some doors were still open. He found himself in a bit of a predicament. If he left this section of the area, both of them would regain powers. Now, Severak wasn't defenseless against those with mental abilities, but it was tricky trying to kill one as you had a passenger with you.
If there was no loading bays in this wing... he'd make one.
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"You wouldn't da-" she broke off abruptly as the guard covered her eyes.
"She doesn't really mean that does she? I mean for all we know my mom could have already been killed" Sirra whispered holding on the the guard. Noticing that she was still in her patient uniform she groaned. "new clothes" she muttered.
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Mae simply hissed loudly and squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears. That didn’t stop her though, she turned to her nose, the girl had an obvious scent to her and Mae moved blindly while her ears run horribly. The scent would be gone soon because of TRIMS filtering system, but for the time being she followed it quietly. Silently. They’d get away, for now.
She’d get them though. Her attention moved from the patient to the guard, she’d get him. The patient was useless but the guard. To so easily infiltrate and pose as one of TRIMs own. She’d get him. For now, she was slow, blind, deaf. It’d go away soon. They’d think they lost her, and they probably did a few times. She’d find them though. Mae was in hunter mode and she wouldn’t give up until she was dead, they were dead or they just got too far away for her to chase.
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So, well, first thing, set up some explosive charges. This is why he brought the specially modified C8V2 with him. Compact, nasty, and left massive holes after the explosion. Great for blowing the hell out of places like this! But this was still too deep in the complex, it wouldn't get outside, like he needed. When the time came he'd give the girl an air pack, so she could breathe while drifting to the ship that was anxiously awaiting them. Severak hadn't thought it all up, it was mostly the hacker causing hell with their system.
He moved on, and then noticed her wound. He'd have to patch her up. He set her down, and then took out another bandage. Wrapping her wrist carefully, he spoke. "What's your name, exactly?" Severak asked calmly, and almost kindly. He was speaking to the person for once, meaning that he was obviously interested in learning some information about this one female.
The thing that really interested him right now was what her power was, to be really precise.
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"Sirra. And who exactly are you? Obviously someone who needs a chick." she said with a smile remembering him redressing her.
"I'm a telepath, not as good as the physics in here probably, but good enough. If we get out of here alive, I'll probably have to go into hiding somewhere. I really want to go back home for a moment and get my mini-networks first. They could prove useful, as something to barter, or use to communicate and find somewhere to hide. I have one in my hair, the doctor probably spotted it though." she explained taking the small round item off her head.
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He listened to the female as she spoke, and nodded. "I may indeed be in needing of a female, but from what you saw, what is the probability of me finding one that can truly relate to me?" Severak replied. "Although the doctor may have spotted your device, that does not make its usefulness decrease. Can you say my name into the device?" he asked. Was that a weird question? Probably. Was there a meaning to that? Probably.
"Seeing as you still can't use your powers, she probably can't either. Meaning we're somewhat safe. For now." Severak said, and then sighed. This wasn't too good. The system was still being disrupted, but he didn't know how long it would last. The hacker that was also hired for this job knew that the security could only be pushed so far for so long. Meaning they'd have to move.
They'd have to get moving soon.
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"If I knew your name, I could. The only thing I've heard you called so far is guard. We should probably get moving, stick around to long and they'll catch up with us." Sirra replied, knowing that if she was caught the doctor would rip her apart slowly for the rest of her life. Denying her the possibility of death even. She shuddered.
I'll die before that happens she vowed to herself. Perhaps suicide takes practice.
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Severak blinked, and then chuckled, he forgot to tell her his name. "Severak." he said calmly, and then found himself suddenly paranoid. If he didn't get on the move, well, it was easy to say that he wasn't going to be happy with the end results. "Do as I instructed, we don't have time to waste anymore..." Severak said, and moved to pick her up. He knew he could run faster than her, so that's why he still carried her, mainly for an emergency like the crazy doctor showed up.
He walked on before sighing, and then broke into a jog. He needed to find a weak point... and quickly. He activated the system on his helmet that shot off a small signal, and quickly turned it off. A note, that he was on his way out to his ride. So now... well, it'd be on it's way to go and find a hole that Severak'd be crawling out of.
Ah, well, life was weird.
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"Severak" she said unsure of why he wanted her to do that. Was he sending a message to someone? Perhaps the mysterious client he was talking about earlier?
She looked up at him curious as to his plans. "Sending as message?"she questioned.
Than as an afterthought added "Where are we going? Tiener?" she asked, knowing that she probably misprounced the name.
Mom probably kept me clueless to keep me safe. Guess I'll have to learn quickly. she thought.
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Severak looked at her, and then sighed. "It's for our ride." Severak said, and then stopped. Here. A weak point. How did he know? The sounds. He could hear it, ever so slightly, it was a weak point, enough to cause a hole so they could get out. And... ah, they were outside the wing. Just barely, but enough that powers would be restored. He quickly went to setting the charge.
Handing her a mask with a small tank, he figured she knew what to do. Why? Well, he's setting a bomb looking thing up on the wall, and he then handed her a mask with a tank that had the words Oxygen on it. It was obvious that they were going to be needing air where they were headed.
He just hoped she figured that out before the doctor did.
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Sirra nodded and put the mask over her face, being careful to breath shallowly so to conserve oxygen. She was constantly studying technology and remembered a drawing of how to use it from one of the forbidden books at her house. Everyone said books were dumb, when you could just use the network. Sirra disagreed of course. The network was being watched, books were safer.
She didn't know what use her telepathy would be. It wasn't a very useful skill while escaping. She had a lot of training to do before it could be more useful. She planned to learn telekenisis too, it seemed more practical.
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Her footsteps were quiet and she stretched upwards when her sight and hearing came back. They were noisy and she followed it, snarling at the stupid Guard and the stupid girl. She’d get them. Mae rushed over, grabbing the back of his armor and snarled loudly. Was he going to blow it up? Mae was angry! She... wanted to rip him to shreads. Screw the patient, this was the one she wanted to chase, to tear open.
“Guard! Stop what you’re doing or you’ll regret it!”
(( XD Lame, I know, but I wasn’t quite sure as to what to have her do!))
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Severak knew she was coming. He could smell her. He grinned underneath his mask before he clenched his fist, causing the charge to go off. There was a sudden pull as the oxygen forced its way out into space, and then it stopped. Meaning... well, who knew? Severak wasn't a scientist. There was a humming as an engine approached, and doors opened. "Go!" he said to the female before tackling the doctor, keeping her away from the girl.
As the engines rumbled to a hovering position the hacker in the front saw what was going on. That meant that he was only picking up one passenger, the other would find his own way out. This was the back-up plan, and it was actually devised by Severak himself. The hacker? Well, he was here to pilot, hack, and then get his money.
But... the female seemed, odd.
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Sirra ran out, hoping that Severak would catch up later. She dropped the air mask and ran into the ship. Upon reaching the ship she flopped down in the nearest chair. She than noticed what she was wearing.
"Shit! My chain pants! And that shirt the doctor ripped was my favorite! Serves me right for trying to die in my favorite outfit." she pouted slightly and hugged her knee's to her chest.
"Now, who wants me alive?" she called out.
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Mae smashed into the ground before giving him a good palm strike to his helmet, the airlocks had automatically gone down which left the room they were in, the one with the hole, airless and gravity free. Of course, while she didn’t need to breath, she needed oxygen to push through his vocal cords to create noise, and there was none. She clung to Severak as they slowly floated away, silently hoping he’d suffocate or something. She noticed the ship and the patient. The hole.
This was all his fault.
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Severak held down the vampire, and then found himself getting pulled out of the hole. Thankfully the suit's air tank gave him a supply of air, and he didn't need to replenish it for at least an hour. They were dragged, and dragged, and he fought with gravity more than her, but suddenly... he found himself being dragged off, as if something worse than gravity got them both. What the...?
Fox, the hacker, saw the lady come aboard and he set the ship to auto-pilot mode. "Oi, this mess ain' over ye'. Whatchu relaxin' dere for, hm?" The hacker said to her, and then shook his head. "Dun you girls nowadays got some common decencies?" he said, and then shook his head. "Man, she sai' you were clue'ess, but I di'n't think it was like dis."
And so, he began to talk.
(I am way too lazy to give more effort into 'Fox'. Can I call this thread done? xD)