Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-5999656-20190801033853

Lustra turned away from the wrecked facility drifting further and further into the horizon, already partially sunken beneath the waves, red emergency lights flashing wanly through the midnight haze. She turned away from the seething masses of masked contortions pressed against the deck of the ship-building, so blindly chained to their primal instincts as to push each other into the sea in their blind hunger for the targets now out of reach. She turned away from the hundreds of human lives still trapped inside the auction, doomed to a watery grave at the bottom of the Mistralian ocean trench, deep, deep down the sandy pits where the light would never pierce, and her chest tightened.

She turned, and met the eyes of a dusty cowboy, whose warm smile, the first she'd seen that night, was genuine enough to make her relax a little, just enough to breathe again. Her grip on the railings loosened slightly, and she glanced next at the girl with the mechanical legs who he held close.

''Jett Helsing. Atlesian special forces, SAINT division of Narreau Technologies, and second in command for the police sting operation tonight....''

Lustra's eyes narrowed at these words. If what Jett said was true, it meant that she would be held responsible for the deaths of all the officers in that facility. The image of the injured little girl before her was totally at odds with what Lustra had come to expect of Atlesian military specialists. It was pitiful, really, that so many soldiers had betted their lives on her.

Nor did Lustra like how openly the two of them had revealed their names and affiliations when their sworn enemies were still within earshot. And her cautiousness was affirmed just a moment later, when heavy metal footsteps announced the arrival of an enemy unit. Trago's demand boomed out with Dust's named tacked on the end, and Lustra could see the cowboy already forming a protest in his eyes, even before his mouth opened. But she wouldn't give him the chance to speak first.

"I refuse," Lustra said coldly, turning to face the android. Her right hand strayed to her belt, tightening around her razor-bladed fan and drawing it, though she left it folded.

"And I think I speak for my allies here when I say that. Try to use force, and I guarantee this ship won't survive the aftermath. So how about it, lizard?" A cruel edge entered Lustra's voice, and she gave a mirthless sneer.

"You might need a couple more arms if you wanna both us and the underwater Grimm at once."