Reggie stormed through the ship, deliberately stomping along the dull metal floors, like he was trying to break the ship, until he reached his room. The door was more like a shutter, locked in place with a padlock. The electromagnetic locks had failed a long time ago. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, fiddling through them to find the right one, grumbling and growling throughout. He put the key into the padlock, turned it one way, and it didn't work. He turned it the other way, and it jammed. He pulled on the padlock, but it refused to budge. Snarling, he slammed the door with his fist. His breath was heavy, his mind was red, and he swung the assault rifle from his back into his hands. A gunshot echoed through the ship.
"Sir, they're not responding." A young fennec stared at his holographic screen, sitting in a line of five other Orbital Security employees. A female dolphin sat on the floor with legs crossed in the centre of the room behind the five subordinates.
"Scan the ship then," The fennec did as ordered, and found no life signs. The results appeared in a holographic screen that popped into life in front of the dolphin. "That's one strange little boat, ain't it," she said, with a light effortless tone. "Right, no life signs, engines still running, heading to the sphere. You know the procedures. EMP then KRoon it out of the way."
"Yes ma'am."
Out in space, an EMP missile appeared through the dark like a spec, rocketing towards Nero's ship.
Seema spread a closed smile across her narrow muzzle.
"Let's go somewhere more private first, shall we?" There was a noise, something clunked behind Kitt's back, and slowly his quadruple amputee, cyborg body tilted until he was flat on his back. He stared at the ceiling as the platform he was on carried away to a nearby building. Inside it, the walls and the ceiling were filled with colour. They almost seemed alive, as vines of purple crawled and writhed across muted pinks , and a haze of white sparkled all around. He passed another doorway, and the room he entered cleansed his mind with calm. Sky blue danced with vibrant, living greens. Speakers hidden in the walls filled the air with a warm filling tone. The platform Kitt was on whirred, and tilted his body forward just slightly. As he looked around, he saw Seema leaving the room, with her luxurious tail flowing behind her slender legs. The door swung shut behind her, leaving Kitt alone. Around him, there was very furnishings, save for a long psychiatrist's couch, and a chair opposite, with a small table between them. When Seema returned, she had a jug of water, two cups and a plate of cooked chicken all on a tray, which she placed on the table.
"If you get hungry or thirsty, just ask," she said, and then plucked a digipen and a datapad from her pocket. She sat down and preened her hair, before clearing her throat. "So Kitt," she said with a perfectly pleasant smile. "We've done so much to you and with you, but the group don't feel that we know who you are. Basically I'm here to figure you out and make sure you're okay; that you're handling things." She leaned forward and her dripped with sympathy. "How is the transition between what you were, and what you are now? You seem to be enjoying it but I don't think that enjoyment will last. Are you sure you aren't worried about the people back home? Your family, your friends? Did you have a girlfriend back there?"
Thread's breathy laugh huffed through the comms.
"Oh them? Yeah we met them. Nice guys. They didn't seem interested when we walked by, but I'm guessing that's not the case with you. Maybe they like your smell." he laughed again, and drank something down. He smacked his lips then continued his little laugh. "Look, if you want us to go over and smooth things out, since you're obviously not a diplomat, then I'd be happy to lend a hand. If it's fighters you'll need, we'll lend everyone else's hands."
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