Scene #8545: I Don't Have to Worry About Petra

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Remee Halcyon	The earthside teleporter for Space Station Silicon Valley moves around regularly. It's meant to be secure and hidden. And it would be a lot harder to find, but Petra was with Remee while the guidelines for moving and hiding the teleporter were drawn up, and they haven't been changed. It's easy enough to extrapolate where it might be. There are security countermeasures in the receiving room on the station. It's just that A. they were mostly specifically designed for Lilian Rook, not Petra Soroka, and B. Remee was specifically showing them off to Petra too. Also again, they haven't been changed since before Petra left the Watch. There's three places to look for Remee here. One is out generally in the Grasslands biome, if she's running around or trying to hunt the laser bears, and that covers a lot of ground (ground that is full of laser bears). The second likely place is in the cabin out in that same biome, which is easier to search than 'literally miles of artificial nature' but also crosses through laser bear land. The third likely spot is a lot easier to access, and also closest to the teleporter, and also also turns out to be the correct one. It's the two bedroom suite Remee and Petra shared for a while. For those watching at home who aren't checking the timestamps, Remee has had a busy week. She broke into a Paladins containment facility and fought her way out on Sunday, then listened to an earful on the radion monday and tuesday, fended off a very amateur bounty hunter wednesday, fought and lost against Touta on thursday, and then today is friday. She's worn out. She didn't even make it all the way into bed, she didn't bother locking the door, she just flopped over onto the couch in the living room and is snoozing there.
Petra Soroka	<B-anter> Solty Revant says, "I tried to catch one of those bounties. It...didn't get well. Werewolves are tough!" <B-anter> Touta Konoe says, "Mmm, well, guess even in the city there's bigger things when it comes to Elites. Anyway, you're not too scuffed up though right? You didn't get caught by that mecha I'm guessing?" <B-anter> Solty Revant says, "No, I didn't see any mecha. I am a bit scuffed up, but I'll be alright. She did say something interesting though. That she did what she did to keep bad politicians and billionaires from getting their way." Something about this pisses Petra the fuck off. Not the fact that they attacked Remee, of course. With Remee's deafening silence towards Petra, punctuated only by brief flashes of being the most unbearable asshole to her, Petra's fondness for her had long since worn away, and even her much more durable sentimentality was eroding. Threats on Remee's life, whether pathetic or serious, weren't something that got to Petra anymore. What does get to her, is how fucking cavalier they are! Who even are these two people? Neither of them even met Remee before, as far as Petra knows! It's Petra's former mech, Petra's former roommate, Petra's former faction, and these nobodies bashing their heads around are just fucking clutter in the narrative. And what the hell is with that 'said something interesting' part? Are they that fucking naive? Is that the extent of their moral reasoning about this whole mess? That's so... childish. Even Petra, of all people, has a better grasp of the moral fabric of the world than that. This is what consumes Petra's thoughts, as she almost automatically tracks down the location of the teleporter, the habit never fully broken. Bomber jacket over her CREATURE MODE shirt, slouching as she walks with four guns weighing her down, Petra looks practically the same as always, except for the Silver-smoothed lack of stress lines and exhaustion pallor in her face. It's the same as always. Into the hideout, past the Watch sympathizers, boot up the teleporter, pull out a cigarette. It's the same as always. Remee's asleep on the couch, the Kana is parked in its attached hangar, and the space station is quiet and peaceful. Petra exhales a stream of smoke, knowing that it's only a matter of moments before the scent trickles inside the little apartment and wakes Remee up. A trio of squirming quicksilver blobs drip out of her sleeve, darting in three different directions-- Petra still knows the layout of the station, after all, and she's the one who installed the life support systems. While the quicksilver droplets speed away, Petra drops the cigarette to the ground where a pool of morphmetal is gathering, grinds her foot into it, and then spikes it forwards in a thick beam of steel-hard force, shattering the window over the couch and a portion of the wall, too. "Morning, Remee."
Remee Halcyon	... Smoke? Remee's nose wriggles. She starts waking up. Then the wall and window come crashing down on her. She's still processing everything, when she hears Petra's voice. "Petra?" Remee pulls herself out of the rubble. The room is a mess. "How did you -" Oh, right, she never changed the security out. "Why are you - I mean, oh forget it-" She makes a dash for her gear bag, laying discarded near the door, and tries to take cover while getting guns loaded. "I don't suppose you're here to talk?" says Remee, without much confidence.
Petra Soroka	"'Why' am I?! Why am I fucking mad at you for stealing my fucking mech, ignoring me for months, and killing a dozen people?!" Is that in descending order of importance, or ascending? Petra kicks through the remains of the wall into the living room, with far too much force into 'kicking' than is strictly necessary. Not only does her frustrated stomp collapse another section of wall, but the concrete that isn't powdered is blasted in all directions as shrapnel. It's easy to forget, especially since Remee hasn't seen her often-- Petra is strong. "'Why' are you?! What's your fucking problem? You're such a fucking bitch that you couldn't even look at me when you saw me after months, but at the same time, you're stealing my mech because you're fucking lonely?! You creep! You're the one who's been avoiding me!" It seems kind of like she is here to talk, whether she knows it or not, though she also lifts the couch up into the air to throw it at Remee while she fumbles with her bag.
Remee Halcyon	Remee gets hit by the couch. She's moving slower than she should be. Everything this week has been taking its toll on her body. She's not as focused as she should be. Remee fumbles the bullet she's loading, and only barely catches it and quickly slots it in. "You were avoiding me first! You left! Just packed up everything and didn't even leave a note!" "And then you end up at the side of Lilian - the person we set up here in order to avoid!" "How do you think I felt, I thought I'd never see you again. That you'd left me to go get caught, and then you've practically switched sides after that!" Remee loads and aims - she's going for Petra's leg as she tries to keep some distance between them.
Petra Soroka	The bullet connects, tearing through Petra's jeans leg and gouging a silver line in the flesh below. Immediately, more morphmetal pours out, flooding over her shoe to join the pool on the floor, a disproportionately massive tide of blood especially given that Petra winces more at the noise than the pain. It's not a minor injury-- her leg buckles briefly, and her next step forwards is labored-- but she still barely seems to feel it. Remee knows almost nothing about why, actually. "Oh, we're fucking bringing up back then?" This couldn't sound any more like exes fighting if it was on purpose. "You're the one who ran away first! You went on vacation to get away from me! You kept passive-aggressively commenting in the radio how you couldn't wait until I was gone!" "I was doing you a favor! I didn't even fucking take any of the stuff I hadn't had before, so it wouldn't be like I was looting the fucking place. But I don't think you deserve any fucking favors from me anymore." Pillars of morphmetal thrust out of the puddle that's filling up the floor of the apartment, jutting out at odd angles to shatter fixtures in the room more so than they hit Remee. The stove is hit hard enough by the beam that it's thrown through the wall and outside, crumpled from the impact, and exposed gas pours from the broken valve. The bedroom, where Petra used to sleep, gets three pillars of its own, and though the wall and door still block it from sight, the sound of shattering wood and plaster doesn't sound promising. "Lilian was never any threat to me! She was never a threat to anyone except the people who fucking deserved it. You all just fucking gaslit me into thinking she was, because you're all scared of her." Meanwhile, the floating beads of mercury have almost gotten to their destinations: the life support systems set up all around the station. One of them hits a closed door, and Petra winces from the sympathetic impact-- it's still part of her body, after all. She blindly tries to feel around for how to open it with the telekinetically-controlled blob, attention diverted so that she stops approaching Remee physically for a moment. "I'm on her side because I should've been there from the start!"
Remee Halcyon	Remee continues to take hits, both to her physical form as well as her morale. She just finished losing two hideouts (thanks Hibiki) and now her apartment's getting trashed. "Yeah, of course I'm scared of her! Do you remember why we set up on this station? It was because she showed up right at the hotel we were staying at." This isn't going well. Remee's losing, and even if she wins she's going to be out of commission for even longer. And the bits where she's been cut by Petra's morphmetal aren't healing back up right - it seems to count close enough to silver where her regeneration is concerned. Great. "You know what? You've got my attention." Remee, hiding behind the ruined couch now, tries to de-escalate. "You want to tell me what Lilian's really like? Why we should be on her side? You've got a captive audience right now." "And you're right, I ran away first. I'm sorry. I was dealing with stuff, and wasn't thinking about you." She goes to keep reloading her guns just in case this doesn't slow Petra down. Or in case it ends up speeding her up. She's not entirely sure.
Petra Soroka	"Yeah! She showed up to help me!" There it is. With nothing but clumsy transmitted touch and the memory of the station's layout, Petra manages to flip open the door, and get the last blob of morphmetal in position. One on each life support system, in each biome, and in the central area where the apartment is. "She hated doing it, because I was just a stupid kid, and she did it anyways, because she has rules and she follows them. She's not even subtle about it-- she'll only hurt you if you deserve it under her Code. Did you ever even look it up? Or did you just assume she was a fucking uncontrolled fucking time bomb who might randomly try to kill you at any time?" Remee hiding behind the torn fabric and twisted wood of the broken couch, in the wreckage of their old apartment, gives Petra mixed feelings. That stubborn sentiment isn't erased just yet, and Petra feels the shadows of the at least relatively comfortable happy and months they spent here together pressing down on her when she looks around and sees what's happened to it. Each of them had fallen asleep on that couch a dozen times, and the other had always given them a blanket, or prepared a meal for when they woke up, or cleaned up whatever mess they tracked in, mirrored on either side. But Remee cowering behind a piece of debris that Petra created, desperately trying to get her to back down-- that does feel good. Petra stops advancing a body-length away from the couch, out of reach in a way that puts her at a disadvantage. The morphmetal puddle climbs into an ocean swell behind her, building up into a fluid hill. "And you know? You're afraid of me now, too. It's just like you and the rest to treat me like her, the moment I'm on her side." "You should be on her side because she's better than you, and you're not because you can't stand the idea. She knows better, she does better for people, she's smarter than you, stronger than you, kinder than you, and you can only become better if you just start doing what she says." Petra sighs and rubs her hand into her cheek, a little embarrassed that she let herself get carried away like that. "But you won't. Because you stole the Kana, because you murdered fifteen people, because you'd rather make her out to be some insane wild animal that you're justified in kicking and putting down." "I'd be happy if you proved me wrong. I've sort of lost hope in people being able to do that." Petra still doesn't get closer to Remee, even though she had to have noticed that the wounds weren't healing. If she stepped forwards and pummeled Remee with all that gleaming Silver, pinned up against the wall as she is, it'd be all over for her. But she doesn't, instead running her hand through her hair to stroke that green-orange hairpin, then clenching it into a fist. "I'll know, next time we see each other." A step back, instead. "I'll see you on Earth, Remee." Spikes of morphmetal spear into every life support system on the station simultaneously, smashing controls, tubes, sensors, cutting off the replenishing supply of oxygen and temperature control. The timer is set, for the station to become uninhabitable, in hours, or days, or even weeks. Then when she backs away to step through the hole she made in the wall, Petra speeds up the clock with a last motion. The building swell of morphmetal, multiple fluid tons, bulges upwards, then slams downwards through the floor like a sledgehammer. The floor cracks, shatters, and is ripped away into the vacuum of space, drowned out by the howling of limited oxygen streaming out through the hole.
Remee Halcyon	> "You should be on her side because she's better than you, and you're not because you can't stand the idea. She knows better, she does better for people, she's smarter than you, stronger than you, kinder than you, and you can only become better if you just start doing what she says." Some things become clear for Remee immediately. She'll have to think on that later, though. For now, she's dealing with the rapid decompression, coupled with the life support systems that the Watch installed throughout the central station being destroyed. Desperately, she grabs for something to restrain herself with - bedsheets, rope, anything she can tie into knots and keep her anchored down to something solid in the room. The repair and recovery crews should be able to recover her body, but it'll go faster if she's not ejected out into the hard vaccuum like the rest of the room's contents. And then of course she dies. If Petra's expecting anything more to be said in response, it doesn't come, but on the other hand Petra did manage to get the last word here.