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Nepha watched the door slowly open, and the robotic woman looked down towards the mess of the remains that was once called Suzanne, before reached over and took hold of the cadaver’s head, pulling and tugging until meat and flesh tore and stripped away from the torso; Nepha bringing it along with her, and the various bits of flesh and entrails that she had used to adorn her body. Small slivers of memory began to flood in her mind, and Nepha raised a hand towards a cold metal hand in a mockery of someone struggling with a headache, and began to continue her way into the medbay.

The medbay probably smelled of antiseptic and that metallic, hygienic scent that Nepha could no longer sample; the woman letting out a deep, iron-coated sigh as she moved one foot after another, metal rotors and gyros humming with each glide of her legs. I remember being in these bays. Treatment after treatment to keep myself alive for a few more months on my home…Before they came and made us. Nepha hummed to herself, the machine turning the corner and stopping for a moment when she noticed a young girl in a seat, that began to slowly turn around. Now was the time. More than ever.

Nepha rolled the remains of Suzanne’s head towards Marie, before Nepha lifted her head and bore herself with a bit more regality, the cloak of human faces draped over her flowing slightly as a skeletal looking gaze locked horrific, green eyes on the doctor. One hand wriggled as the metal along her fingers contorted and twisted into flensing talons once more, and her other hand made a small, regal little wave towards the doctor.

“They died because they didn’t help me. Or couldn’t. Now I ask you. Help.” Nepha boomed, her voice echoing out with a crackle of static that masked her more feminine tones. It all sounded so dull. No emotion in her voice. A deep neutral sounding drone that made Nepha raise a metal foot and bring it down on the remains of Suzanne’s head; red splattering the floor and coating a steel foot in crimson.

“Help me, or suffer the same fate.”
Old Posted 09-17-2017, 02:46 PM Reply With Quote