RE: The Big Damn Fight- Humanity's Only Hope!
06-22-2016, 03:33 PM
The ‘commander’ screeched, struggling to cover her eyes: “FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!” Under the searing light, her flesh began to bubble and burn.
“Holy [bleep]!” Geraldine tried to swat the projector from Raime’s hands, but the Executive effortlessly held her at arms’ length. “No! That’s the commander! That’s the [bleep]ing commander!”
“Listen to the bitch! Listen to the bitch!” shrieked the morass of ostensible commander flesh. “I’ll have you put out the airlock for this!” The smell of burning fat began to fill the room.
Raime glanced at the struggling Geraldine. “Private Cole, please listen to me and follow this instruction.” There was no mirth in her eyes. “Say ‘bitch’. That’s an order.”
“[Bleep].” Geraldine’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, [bleep]...”
“Pffft.”
“Seriously?!”
By now, the projector had done some serious work. Patches of unhealthy grey, then purple, began to bubble through the false commander’s flesh. Frankly, it looked about to explode, and the eerie burbling sound once again began to fill the room. Triumph over the imposter was at hand!
Then the projector, pushed far beyond its limits, burned the fuck out. The half-dissolved commander pushed herself upright with one sagging arm, half her face still intact. The rest was blue-gray goop, with neon purple and metal parts shining through from underneath. One bright blue eye stared Raime in the face. Painfully, it drew itself up back onto the commander’s chair, reforming as it went. Horrifically, it burbled, and from the burbles came a few terrifying words:
“ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.”
“Holy [bleep]!” Geraldine tried to swat the projector from Raime’s hands, but the Executive effortlessly held her at arms’ length. “No! That’s the commander! That’s the [bleep]ing commander!”
“Listen to the bitch! Listen to the bitch!” shrieked the morass of ostensible commander flesh. “I’ll have you put out the airlock for this!” The smell of burning fat began to fill the room.
Raime glanced at the struggling Geraldine. “Private Cole, please listen to me and follow this instruction.” There was no mirth in her eyes. “Say ‘bitch’. That’s an order.”
“[Bleep].” Geraldine’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, [bleep]...”
“Pffft.”
“Seriously?!”
By now, the projector had done some serious work. Patches of unhealthy grey, then purple, began to bubble through the false commander’s flesh. Frankly, it looked about to explode, and the eerie burbling sound once again began to fill the room. Triumph over the imposter was at hand!
Then the projector, pushed far beyond its limits, burned the fuck out. The half-dissolved commander pushed herself upright with one sagging arm, half her face still intact. The rest was blue-gray goop, with neon purple and metal parts shining through from underneath. One bright blue eye stared Raime in the face. Painfully, it drew itself up back onto the commander’s chair, reforming as it went. Horrifically, it burbled, and from the burbles came a few terrifying words:
“ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.”
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