[Giggling and prodding and poking and-- wait. Someone else burst into the room. This makes the Cragmite and Lombax pause in their stead, then step back to reveal a new form.
"Greetings, Azimuth! I trust you've been well?"
Vorselon.
The mechanical figure whirrs right into his field of vision, stopping just inches over the bloodied Elder and giving a large, toothy grin. Before he can even think to stop it, one of the claws move to yank the Lombax's throat, pulling hard on his own esophagus, then stretching it out like a dripping, bloodied line of yarn. The Terraklon chuckles to himself, leaning in close to the General and squinting a single eye own.
"Now, do you see what happens when you stay awhile? We barely ever have the chance to talk, Azimuth."
The claw whirrs again, twirling the live organs in his grasp, then snapping them in half with little effort.
"Oops! How clumsy of me."
Something was wrong. Something was very very very wrong.
Vorselon was aggressive, sure, but he couldn't find the will to fight back this time. A part of himself, his old self, would find some way to break free, leave the shuttle and plan a more organized attack. But he remained rooted to the spot, only watching helplessly as the twisted, unfamiliar faces decent down and--
An even bigger claw was on his neck now, metallic clicking spurring a new sense of panic from the Lombax.
"Welcome to your end, Alister Azimuth."
He can't scream anymore. Something was choking him. It builds in his throat, running down the sides of his mouth and Orvus it hurt stop!]
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"Greetings, Azimuth! I trust you've been well?"
Vorselon.
The mechanical figure whirrs right into his field of vision, stopping just inches over the bloodied Elder and giving a large, toothy grin. Before he can even think to stop it, one of the claws move to yank the Lombax's throat, pulling hard on his own esophagus, then stretching it out like a dripping, bloodied line of yarn. The Terraklon chuckles to himself, leaning in close to the General and squinting a single eye own.
"Now, do you see what happens when you stay awhile? We barely ever have the chance to talk, Azimuth."
The claw whirrs again, twirling the live organs in his grasp, then snapping them in half with little effort.
"Oops! How clumsy of me."
Something was wrong. Something was very very very wrong.
Vorselon was aggressive, sure, but he couldn't find the will to fight back this time. A part of himself, his old self, would find some way to break free, leave the shuttle and plan a more organized attack. But he remained rooted to the spot, only watching helplessly as the twisted, unfamiliar faces decent down and--
An even bigger claw was on his neck now, metallic clicking spurring a new sense of panic from the Lombax.
"Welcome to your end, Alister Azimuth."
He can't scream anymore. Something was choking him. It builds in his throat, running down the sides of his mouth and Orvus it hurt stop!]