Post by Kitmarch on Jul 2, 2006 13:09:41 GMT
((Please excuse typos, bad grammar and other garbage. I wrote this far too early in the morning and, unlike some, I am not an English major 
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Kit sighed and streched, leaning backwards in her chair. She really, really didn't like office work. But it had to be done, or the electric board would cut her off again.
Swearing all the time, she disentangled her tail from around the chairlegs and made her way over to the lift. Yawning a few time, she punched in the code for the communal area and streched again, working out a few more kinks. She was overdue for her evening social in Galaxy city, stiff, a little tired and frankly would be very annoyed with the world if she hadn't beaten half of it up a couple of hours earlier.
Kit made her wat over to the fridge and dug a half pint of milk out of the mess. She couldn't find any clean glasses, so she took long swigs from the carton on her way over to the sofa. She spent the following few minutes spreading herself all over the sofa section and drinking her milk. She then wondered over to the kitchen and thew the carton in the trash. She then opened a rift to dump her empty coffee cups in after it.
The rift wouldn't open. Kit frowned and tried again to no avail. Scowling, she attempted to jump some dishes across the room. Again, nothing.
"Dammit... I'm broke. Maybe Doc MacA can do something 'bout this"
"Oh, I doubt he can. Especially considering how broke you're *going* to be...."
Kit blinked a few times and stood up straight, her tail twiching. "Okay... now, I'm talking to myself".
The voice came again from behind her; "Sounds that way, doesn't it kitten?"
Kit raised an eyebrow and turned around. "Wow. Nice armour. I really like the colourscheme, not to mention that tail. So, who are you?"
The armoured figure twiched her tail and grinned broadly. "Isn't it obvious? I'm you, silly."
Kit smiled widely in return. Then her face hardened into an unfamiliar set. "The hell you are. You look like me, you sound like me... but you sure as hell don't feel right. You're too stable. And your mind is closed."
The copy blinked. "You're not telepathic."
"No, but I know my own mind.. and my own nature. And you don't have it. So, what the hell do you want, and why are you here? And why are you playing at being me? You a shapeshifter or something?" Kit's features relaxed into thier usual wide grin.
The copy moved around the table, the same grin lighting her face. "No, I am quite literally you. You see, you made a few people very annoyed when you bust that clone of your boyfriend.... so they made me. Unfortunately, although you've been leaving genetic material all over the place, we couldn't get your armour tech. So they had to make do with me for the 5 hour window they had after they let me out of the tank."
Both Kit and her copy were now circling the table, grinning broadly at each other. Kit recognised a combat stance, and had moved to match it. In the back of her head, a familar growl was emerging and the world was becoming that little bit sharper. That little bit more alive. It wasn't right though, and as her copy continued, Kit suddenly realised that she was missing something.
"You may be interested to know Kitten, that there are a lot of very, very annoyed people out there. You've been a very, very bad girl you know. Well, one of me has anyway."
"You're mixing your.... well whatever they are."
"Well, anyway... the people you annoyed decided I'd be excellent for making people annoyed at you. So, I've been busy making people annoyed."
Kit recognised that grin and suddenly felt very sorry for whoever her copy had been bothering over the last few hours.
"Anyway," the copy continued, "Seeing as I've finished my mission, I have a little personal time to kill. Specifically, I have little time to kill you."
"Okkaaaaayyyyy. Why?"
Both Kit and the copy chuckled at the protracted question.
"Simple. I don't fancy dying much. We didn't have your armour. And, not for want of trying, we couldn't make a set ourselves. So I've got about two hours to live... unless I get yours of course. Now be a sweetie and tell me where it is."
Kit shrugged and continued to circle. "And my motivation for telling you this is.....?"
"I kill you quickly of course. Otherwise I just break you a little and leave you to slowly disintegrate."
"Oh, come on! You sound like a psychopath! I'm not that bad! Am I?"
The copy chuckled. "Probably not. They didn't exactly give me an imprint of your brain you know, just the genetics... Anyway.. you going to talk?"
"What do you think?"
"You're going to tell me to go to hell and fight me. I'm right, aren't I?"
Kit laughed, and kicked the table at her copy.
----
Kit landed heavily and twisted sideways just in time to avoid having her skull smashed by a bootheel. The fight, she reflected, was not going well. Her opponent was fighting Crey style and she had just spent hours facing the same, so that wasn't the problem. However, most of her blows were glancing off her opponent's armour and while she herself was managing to dodge most of the incoming attacks, the ones that hit home were hurting. Without her primary systems her healing rate was slowed to a crawl.
The copy vaulted in again in an flying kick. Kit sidestepped, grabbed the outstreached foot and used it as a lever to fling her copy into the floor. Her own followup was blocked and she was forced to hop backwards to protect her legs from the counter. A stinging pain in her right hand indicated that she'd misjuded her grasp around the blades on the back of the boot.
The copy was already on her feet. "You're a bit faster than the files suggest. I'm impressed kitten."
Kit grimaced "Don't know why you keep calling me that... it's only a tail afterall. No ears or whiskers.."
"I use it because it annoys you, silly. Now be a good girl and tell me where I can find the armour. You're injured, you can't regenerate and without your fancy suit you're just not strong enough to beat me. So tell me. Pretty please with sugar on top. And a cherry?"
Kit grinned and shook her head. The copy sighed and made a quick movement with her hands. Kit's eyes widened as blades emerged from the wristguards.
"Seeing as we couldn't copy your armour, we were free to make things up as we went along... such as built in weapons and such," bragged the copy before coming at Kit like an express train. Kit dodged the first swipe and the second. The third thrust caught her cleanly, low down on her left side, causing her to cry out in pain. She was surprised how much it hurt.
"Gotcha kitten...." The copy tried to withdraw her arm for a second stab and blinked in suprise as Kit grabbed her arm and locked it in position, using her leg to maintain distance.
"You know, you were wrong," Kit explained, wincing inwardly at the taste of blood in her mouth. "The armour is life support. It keeps me alive and that's it." Kit gasped as her copy's attempts to free herself twisted the blade in the wound, grating against her ribs. "Apart from that, it's just dead weight. No room for servos or artificial muscles, it just me. Without it, I'm actually a little quicker. Not to mention stronger.."
Kit ignored the grating and brought her right hand down with all her strength on the trapped elbow. The armour crumpled like paper and the flesh and bone below tore and shattered. The copy fell backwards, screaming and clutching the stump of her right arm.
Without regenerative capabilites, she would most probably be dead within minutes. Kit didn't plan on giving her that long and moved forward to finish things.
----
Kit spat a thick wad of blood and mucous on the corpse and staggered for the lift doors. Most of the shallower wounds were closing, but she had some internal damage. Not to mention a punctured lung, judging by the taste in her mouth. The layers of armour she always wore were hardly enough to keep her from falling apart and certainaly in no shape to deal with this sort of mess. She had to go get the main sections from her apartment. Only... her dimensional movement wasn't working. It didn't make sense. Whatever was stopping it though felt local. Perhaps if she could get outside...
Kit forced herself upright and pushed herself drunkenly out of the lift. She really didn't feel too good. Maybe that lung had decided to collapse. She really hoped not as she was rather fond of it. Her comm wasn't working either. Maybe when she got outside, she could call Alfred. Have him pick her up and give her a lift over to Skyway...
Kit opened the exterior door by the simple method of falling against it and staggered outside. Then looked up in suprise at the sizable number of guns pointing at her.
"PPD! Freeze! Hold it right there!"
Behind her, Kit could hear the base's security systems going berserk as the overt threat of multiple hostiles warred with the countermeasures the seizure squad had employed along with the dimensional supressor in the van over there that was giving her such a headache.
))Kit sighed and streched, leaning backwards in her chair. She really, really didn't like office work. But it had to be done, or the electric board would cut her off again.
Swearing all the time, she disentangled her tail from around the chairlegs and made her way over to the lift. Yawning a few time, she punched in the code for the communal area and streched again, working out a few more kinks. She was overdue for her evening social in Galaxy city, stiff, a little tired and frankly would be very annoyed with the world if she hadn't beaten half of it up a couple of hours earlier.
Kit made her wat over to the fridge and dug a half pint of milk out of the mess. She couldn't find any clean glasses, so she took long swigs from the carton on her way over to the sofa. She spent the following few minutes spreading herself all over the sofa section and drinking her milk. She then wondered over to the kitchen and thew the carton in the trash. She then opened a rift to dump her empty coffee cups in after it.
The rift wouldn't open. Kit frowned and tried again to no avail. Scowling, she attempted to jump some dishes across the room. Again, nothing.
"Dammit... I'm broke. Maybe Doc MacA can do something 'bout this"
"Oh, I doubt he can. Especially considering how broke you're *going* to be...."
Kit blinked a few times and stood up straight, her tail twiching. "Okay... now, I'm talking to myself".
The voice came again from behind her; "Sounds that way, doesn't it kitten?"
Kit raised an eyebrow and turned around. "Wow. Nice armour. I really like the colourscheme, not to mention that tail. So, who are you?"
The armoured figure twiched her tail and grinned broadly. "Isn't it obvious? I'm you, silly."
Kit smiled widely in return. Then her face hardened into an unfamiliar set. "The hell you are. You look like me, you sound like me... but you sure as hell don't feel right. You're too stable. And your mind is closed."
The copy blinked. "You're not telepathic."
"No, but I know my own mind.. and my own nature. And you don't have it. So, what the hell do you want, and why are you here? And why are you playing at being me? You a shapeshifter or something?" Kit's features relaxed into thier usual wide grin.
The copy moved around the table, the same grin lighting her face. "No, I am quite literally you. You see, you made a few people very annoyed when you bust that clone of your boyfriend.... so they made me. Unfortunately, although you've been leaving genetic material all over the place, we couldn't get your armour tech. So they had to make do with me for the 5 hour window they had after they let me out of the tank."
Both Kit and her copy were now circling the table, grinning broadly at each other. Kit recognised a combat stance, and had moved to match it. In the back of her head, a familar growl was emerging and the world was becoming that little bit sharper. That little bit more alive. It wasn't right though, and as her copy continued, Kit suddenly realised that she was missing something.
"You may be interested to know Kitten, that there are a lot of very, very annoyed people out there. You've been a very, very bad girl you know. Well, one of me has anyway."
"You're mixing your.... well whatever they are."
"Well, anyway... the people you annoyed decided I'd be excellent for making people annoyed at you. So, I've been busy making people annoyed."
Kit recognised that grin and suddenly felt very sorry for whoever her copy had been bothering over the last few hours.
"Anyway," the copy continued, "Seeing as I've finished my mission, I have a little personal time to kill. Specifically, I have little time to kill you."
"Okkaaaaayyyyy. Why?"
Both Kit and the copy chuckled at the protracted question.
"Simple. I don't fancy dying much. We didn't have your armour. And, not for want of trying, we couldn't make a set ourselves. So I've got about two hours to live... unless I get yours of course. Now be a sweetie and tell me where it is."
Kit shrugged and continued to circle. "And my motivation for telling you this is.....?"
"I kill you quickly of course. Otherwise I just break you a little and leave you to slowly disintegrate."
"Oh, come on! You sound like a psychopath! I'm not that bad! Am I?"
The copy chuckled. "Probably not. They didn't exactly give me an imprint of your brain you know, just the genetics... Anyway.. you going to talk?"
"What do you think?"
"You're going to tell me to go to hell and fight me. I'm right, aren't I?"
Kit laughed, and kicked the table at her copy.
----
Kit landed heavily and twisted sideways just in time to avoid having her skull smashed by a bootheel. The fight, she reflected, was not going well. Her opponent was fighting Crey style and she had just spent hours facing the same, so that wasn't the problem. However, most of her blows were glancing off her opponent's armour and while she herself was managing to dodge most of the incoming attacks, the ones that hit home were hurting. Without her primary systems her healing rate was slowed to a crawl.
The copy vaulted in again in an flying kick. Kit sidestepped, grabbed the outstreached foot and used it as a lever to fling her copy into the floor. Her own followup was blocked and she was forced to hop backwards to protect her legs from the counter. A stinging pain in her right hand indicated that she'd misjuded her grasp around the blades on the back of the boot.
The copy was already on her feet. "You're a bit faster than the files suggest. I'm impressed kitten."
Kit grimaced "Don't know why you keep calling me that... it's only a tail afterall. No ears or whiskers.."
"I use it because it annoys you, silly. Now be a good girl and tell me where I can find the armour. You're injured, you can't regenerate and without your fancy suit you're just not strong enough to beat me. So tell me. Pretty please with sugar on top. And a cherry?"
Kit grinned and shook her head. The copy sighed and made a quick movement with her hands. Kit's eyes widened as blades emerged from the wristguards.
"Seeing as we couldn't copy your armour, we were free to make things up as we went along... such as built in weapons and such," bragged the copy before coming at Kit like an express train. Kit dodged the first swipe and the second. The third thrust caught her cleanly, low down on her left side, causing her to cry out in pain. She was surprised how much it hurt.
"Gotcha kitten...." The copy tried to withdraw her arm for a second stab and blinked in suprise as Kit grabbed her arm and locked it in position, using her leg to maintain distance.
"You know, you were wrong," Kit explained, wincing inwardly at the taste of blood in her mouth. "The armour is life support. It keeps me alive and that's it." Kit gasped as her copy's attempts to free herself twisted the blade in the wound, grating against her ribs. "Apart from that, it's just dead weight. No room for servos or artificial muscles, it just me. Without it, I'm actually a little quicker. Not to mention stronger.."
Kit ignored the grating and brought her right hand down with all her strength on the trapped elbow. The armour crumpled like paper and the flesh and bone below tore and shattered. The copy fell backwards, screaming and clutching the stump of her right arm.
Without regenerative capabilites, she would most probably be dead within minutes. Kit didn't plan on giving her that long and moved forward to finish things.
----
Kit spat a thick wad of blood and mucous on the corpse and staggered for the lift doors. Most of the shallower wounds were closing, but she had some internal damage. Not to mention a punctured lung, judging by the taste in her mouth. The layers of armour she always wore were hardly enough to keep her from falling apart and certainaly in no shape to deal with this sort of mess. She had to go get the main sections from her apartment. Only... her dimensional movement wasn't working. It didn't make sense. Whatever was stopping it though felt local. Perhaps if she could get outside...
Kit forced herself upright and pushed herself drunkenly out of the lift. She really didn't feel too good. Maybe that lung had decided to collapse. She really hoped not as she was rather fond of it. Her comm wasn't working either. Maybe when she got outside, she could call Alfred. Have him pick her up and give her a lift over to Skyway...
Kit opened the exterior door by the simple method of falling against it and staggered outside. Then looked up in suprise at the sizable number of guns pointing at her.
"PPD! Freeze! Hold it right there!"
Behind her, Kit could hear the base's security systems going berserk as the overt threat of multiple hostiles warred with the countermeasures the seizure squad had employed along with the dimensional supressor in the van over there that was giving her such a headache.