"The fact you think a battleship might 'come in handy' one day is inane in itself, for the record. And I'm saying that as a soldier who like, lived on a fucking space-age equivalent."
Which, apparently, is all the memory bullshit needs as a cue to drag them into a memory taking place on that very ship. They're immediately welcomed by the sounds of fighting and explosions, as a black-armoured figure tears her way through a bunch of soldiers.
And then the giant metal sliding doors at the end of the room open. And South, decked out in her purple and green armour, steps out carrying an unwieldy looking weapon.
"...oh, for fuck's sake," South groans a second before her past self says:
"You think you're so fucking tough, don't you Texas? Well let me ask you something: who's the monster now, bitch?"
"Ah, shit," Texas says, and starts somehow dodging the missiles that shoot from the pod with reflexes that aren't exactly baseline-human.
Current South covers her face with her hand, peeking out between two fingers. God, that sounds so ridiculous from the outside. What was she thinking? Of course, the answer is, she wasn't, she was angry to the point of stupidity, but whatever. This part of the memory is probably the least of her worries, stupid and dramatic as it is.
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"The fact you think a battleship might 'come in handy' one day is inane in itself, for the record. And I'm saying that as a soldier who like, lived on a fucking space-age equivalent."
Which, apparently, is all the memory bullshit needs as a cue to drag them into a memory taking place on that very ship. They're immediately welcomed by the sounds of fighting and explosions, as a black-armoured figure tears her way through a bunch of soldiers.
And then the giant metal sliding doors at the end of the room open. And South, decked out in her purple and green armour, steps out carrying an unwieldy looking weapon.
"...oh, for fuck's sake," South groans a second before her past self says:
"You think you're so fucking tough, don't you Texas? Well let me ask you something: who's the monster now, bitch?"
"Ah, shit," Texas says, and starts somehow dodging the missiles that shoot from the pod with reflexes that aren't exactly baseline-human.
Current South covers her face with her hand, peeking out between two fingers. God, that sounds so ridiculous from the outside. What was she thinking? Of course, the answer is, she wasn't, she was angry to the point of stupidity, but whatever. This part of the memory is probably the least of her worries, stupid and dramatic as it is.