Game VI Phase 15: Liquidation

u/tana-ryu makes a dash for the med-bay, the place which has acted as both her safe-haven and a salve by keeping her focused on necessary tasks during the duration of the mission. She knows her time is up. Like ravenclawroxy before her, it has been discovered that she was ‘convinced’ to change her stance in the Galactic War.

She hastens inside, typing in the security override behind her to buy herself a little more time before the mob reaches her. There is no one in the infirmary; in her final moments, she is completely alone.

She opens the supply cabinet, searching frantically for their euthanasia serum. She is well-acquainted with the purple liquid, as those vials are what have enabled her to perform her undesirable tasks for the Empire. She finally finds one and almost drops it as a loud banging erupts from the other side of the door. She doesn’t have much time.

“Open up, tana-ryu! We know you’re in there!” the angry voice of pizzabangle yells from the other side, accompanied by several more bangs and a curse. “Could someone get this kriffing door open already?!” she shouts to one of her companions.

But tana-ryu doesn’t have time to listen to the squabbling responses. She loads the serum into a syringe. She knows the crew won’t heed her if she tries to explain herself; if she tells them that she killed people humanely with the poison before creating the elaborate, gory scenes they’d happened upon when the bodies were found. She knows if she were in their position, she wouldn’t believe herself, either.

Suddenly, the other side of the door is quiet. She scrambles to pull up her sleeve, knowing there are only seconds left; as if on cue, the sound of beeps ring out. Someone is dialing the unlock code into the keypad. “Yes! Thank you, emmach17!” pizzabangle sounds far away in her triumph.

Tana-ryu lets out a small hiss as the needle pierces the crook of her elbow. If she’s going, it’s on her own terms. As the cold liquid courses through her veins, she slowly lowers herself onto a bed. Her vision is already blurry when the door to the med-bay opens and the crowd rushes in.

Someone, a hazy form which looks vaguely like awesomewow, runs to her and shakes her by her shoulders, but she just flops listlessly, a small smile gracing her lips. The shouts around her are indistinct, like she’s underwater; she thinks of the ocean as her vision goes black.

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The sound of a small explosion echoes through the corridor as Flabbergasted_rhino meanders back to his quarters after a long shift. He flinches and looks around, arms shielding his face as he half-expects something or someone to come running at him with a weapon. But he sees no one.

Curious to know what’s just happened, he hurries in the direction it seems to have originated. The door to someone’s quarters are thrown open, as though someone was in a rush to enter...or exit. He cautiously peers inside but sees nothing but strewn droid parts lying across the sheets of the bed. He checks the nameplate on the door. It reads ‘/u/LoneWolfOfTheCalla’; he heads off in search of them to let them know their chambers aren’t safe for the evening.

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Keemistreekat and Mrrrrh slowly stumble through the corridor from the canteen, arms slung around the other’s shoulders; they’re both rather sloshed after partying at the “Morale Booster Extraordinaire” which was hosted by the ship’s leaders that evening. Seeing as they share a quarter sector, they felt it made the most sense to travel “home” together.

Especially since the captain wants to implement a buddy system, which he hopes will ensure no one is ever alone, and therefore vulnerable. Begrudgingly, they had obliged him, especially since neither of them is capable of standing on her own.

Shortly before reaching the quarters of Sector 6, kemistreekat puts a hand out to steady herself on the wall. “Unngh, what’s that smell?” she looks at Mrrrrh for answers, but the other woman simply shrugs.

“Maybe the droids have been cleaning since we’ve all been out of the way?” she offers, but doesn’t sound very convinced. The two amble forward slowly, the smell getting stronger with each step. After a few metres, they notice the durasteel is wet and look down.

Kemistreekat sighs with relief, “Oh, it’s just water! I almost expected blood!” She giggles, and Mrrrrh starts laughing, too; the two stumble through the doorway to the shared quarter area.

But the floor here is also soaked with water; it almost seems deeper. They stop laughing and trade wary glances, feeling themselves sober slightly. The door to the shared toilets is open, but the room within is dark.

They approach cautiously, holding each other’s hands now for emotional support rather than physical. Mrrrrh reaches within and turns on the light; kemistreekat screams.

u/spacedoutman’s back is to them, his head lodged in one of the toilets; the back of his skulls is bruised as if he’d been bludgeoned in an effort to force his head in further.

The droids which are called in later for evidence-gathering confirm that he was dead long before the two women arrived. Kemistreekat and Mrrrrh are transferred to a different housing sector immediately.

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#META

u/tana-ryu was eliminated through the daily ship vote; she was a Stormtrooper Recruit.

u/LoneWolfOfTheCalla was was discovered in the night and self-destructed; they were a Probe Droid.

u/spacedoutman was killed by Imperials; he was a Ship Crewmember.

u/manelski4 was permanently deactivated (removed for inactivity); he was R2-D2.

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