>>5163804What was left of Anastasia had numerous blood packs and IV drips running into her. "I never wanted to… to be a mother. I wanted not one part of them, yet everytime i see them. It breaks my heart. Knowing I've condemned them to this." Her voice breaks, an artificial hand tapping the glass. "She called for you…" You mumble in a low voice, you keep your eyes off the hurting woman. "They do look like me." The woman laughed, it was a short and sad thing that turned into a long sigh. "If only they weren't so small. I guess their genetic engineers were worse than Yuga's own huh?" The woman said matter of factly. You weren't sure what she meant. You went to ask, but another voice interrupted your own. "Yuliya! There you are." The voice is cordial and full of informality.
You turn and see a man around her age in a neat suit. "Oh! Pilot Mortimer! You shouldn't be out of bed." The man had two doctors trailing after him as he strode over. "Well well, I can't say I expected to find either of you here." The man's voice was cushioned with mirth. "What do you want, Gorgi?" The woman sighed turning to face the man, you did the same. Anastasia wasn't going anywhere. "It was terrible what happened, but these accidents are common. You, out of all the people here, should know that sad reality. Could we perhaps have this talk somewhere more comfortable." The man tries to gesture for you to follow him. But the tall woman holds her arm out, barring you from moving past her and continues to talk her words heavy with disgust. "Can't bear to look at the product of your hard work, Gorgi? I'm fine talking here. So is he." She spoke for you, not budging to the man's weasley intentions.
He sighed, loosening his tie and finally turning his attention onto the eviscerated child. They quickly fell away, focusing on the equipment in the room instead. "Yuliya, the testing is safer than ever… it's amazing, we've never had even half this many emperor class pilots this far before… you know that. We are moving in leaps and bounds, people are sure to get hurt. But that's just a necessary cost we must pay. I'm sorry it was one of yours, but she can still pilot." The large woman swung wide hand like a bear's claw, catching the man in his cheek with her open palm. "She can still pilot! Gorgi! She'll be lucky if she can even think again." The short man took the slap surprisingly well, simply backing up as the woman stalks up chest to chest.
