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*Leader-1 warps in and sits down heavily. He’s cleaned up as best he can but there are reddish-brown smears and smudges around his joints that can’t be explained away as mere mud or grease*
Quint said someone named Nana had died. I didn’t know her, but I went with him to help find her father, the one who killed her. So we warped in, and I knew it was going to be bad but…*finds it hard to speak for a few moments*
There were at least twenty of them, all young human femmes, all damaged and bleeding. There was one chained to a wall and some were missing eyes or limbs and just…it was disgusting. I’ve never really felt sorry for humans before, but I don’t even think I was seeing them as fleshies then, just people. People who got hurt and needed to be helped. There were other humans too, maybe scientists, that were doing things to the femmes. We just looked at them maybe for two astroseconds before we started killing them.
It was a slaughter after that. Quint was getting most of them (was only right that he did, Nana was his friend) but I got a fair share too. We went through them and found Nana’s papa. I didn’t see what Quint did to him; don’t know if I’d want to. He had me go help the femmes and warp them out of there to the CPS while he handled the sicko alone. There was some screaming, but it got quiet after a while. He came out with some notes afterwards and we took those to the CPS too. Quint says they’ll help the hurt femmes better then we can.
Quint was really quiet when we got back. Had lots of blood on him but then, we both did. I’m still trying to get the dried stuff out of my intakes, think I even got a bit in my mouth. Didn’t know humans spurted like that.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good about helping to kill people. *lets his shoulders slump and rests his elbows on his knees* I still feel sick, though.
Quint said someone named Nana had died. I didn’t know her, but I went with him to help find her father, the one who killed her. So we warped in, and I knew it was going to be bad but…*finds it hard to speak for a few moments*
There were at least twenty of them, all young human femmes, all damaged and bleeding. There was one chained to a wall and some were missing eyes or limbs and just…it was disgusting. I’ve never really felt sorry for humans before, but I don’t even think I was seeing them as fleshies then, just people. People who got hurt and needed to be helped. There were other humans too, maybe scientists, that were doing things to the femmes. We just looked at them maybe for two astroseconds before we started killing them.
It was a slaughter after that. Quint was getting most of them (was only right that he did, Nana was his friend) but I got a fair share too. We went through them and found Nana’s papa. I didn’t see what Quint did to him; don’t know if I’d want to. He had me go help the femmes and warp them out of there to the CPS while he handled the sicko alone. There was some screaming, but it got quiet after a while. He came out with some notes afterwards and we took those to the CPS too. Quint says they’ll help the hurt femmes better then we can.
Quint was really quiet when we got back. Had lots of blood on him but then, we both did. I’m still trying to get the dried stuff out of my intakes, think I even got a bit in my mouth. Didn’t know humans spurted like that.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good about helping to kill people. *lets his shoulders slump and rests his elbows on his knees* I still feel sick, though.