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You manage to roll away just in time to avoid being <span class="mu-s">MULCHED</span> by a gargantuan translucent yellow sphere with an engine half its size attached to the back! Spinning mid-tumble to meet your would-be crusher, a mixture of irritation and relief washes over you as you recognize the orb’s passenger!
Mere hours ago she was just a nonchalant, coffee-swigging, if not somewhat grumpy, nurse… an employee on-loan from <span class="mu-s">HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS</span> given the unenviable task of making sure none of the partygoers OD’d or broke their necks trying to show off around the pool… but now you know better.
A cheeky and yet menacing grin forms on the scientist’s pale face as she leers at you from behind her glowing red lab goggles. Taking a sip from a fresh mug of coffee, <span class="mu-s">PROFESSOR RIVKA BERTRUGER</span> regards you like a cat staring at a goldfish in a bowl…
“<span class="mu-i">Hiya~</span>”
“Wait a sec, are those-”
It takes you a moment to realize Pepper isn’t referring to Rivka’s <span class="mu-i">boots</span>--behind the orb’s sickly yellow tint you realize that the chair the repugnant researcher is reclining in is anything <span class="mu-i">but</span>--a trio of <span class="mu-s">LAB TECHS</span> with swollen muscles and torn lab attire wordlessly hold the grinning girl aloft using their own arms and backs to simulate a seat! Though their faces are obscured by sturdy-looking <span class="mu-s">WELDING MASKS</span> not unlike the ones the slashers wear, you can easily see the networks of thin purple threads laced underneath their skin…
Servants.
“Impressive, is it not?” Chirps Rivka as the orb bobs in the air as if lifted by invisible strings, “I was inspired by those Holographic Projectors you’re so intent on destroying–you see, the orb’s surface is-”
Ever pragmatic, Chuck cuts to the chase and opens fire on the sphere’s surface! As the rifle bullets bounce off with a series of harmless ‘<span class="mu-i">plinks</span>’, Rivka snaps her fingers at one of her… ‘<span class="mu-i">assistants</span>’.
“Useless, my dear, destroy this orb, would you?”
Useless responds almost immediately. Bringing one of his bulging arms behind him, the thrall delivers a flurry of blows to the inside of the orb! Though it shakes a bit from the sudden onslaught, the vehicle’s interior holds firm!
>CONTD.
