Post by Sheri on Oct 2, 2021 10:29:22 GMT -5
"You think I'm a fucking idiot or something?"
Blanking the hazmat suit completely, a vein on Sheri's forehead had begun to throb. The Commando had finally reached her limit. One or two strange things she could credit to unfamiliarity with this planet and its people; three or four she could still put the blame on herself. But the revelation of a sudden Tuffle scientist?
Power began to build across her fingers as she called up her strength. Sharp white power built across the palm of her hand as she forged a blade from her energy. It wasn't much, but it was what she had to hand - and she pointed it square at the 'Tuffle's' throat.
"About the only thing that would put me at ease here is one of my own." She said, her voice tense with barely-contained anger. She didn't like feeling as though a fool was being made of her, but that was very much the sense now creeping down her spine.
"Interim Command didn't brief me on any subterranean factions we have contact with here on Earth." She said, "And I don't believe any of this. You're a fraud. How? Why?"
Her eyes definitely had a more wild quality to them now, looking between the 'Tuffle', and the pair of Shinjin that she had followed down into this place. To begin with, they'd seemed strange. The casual use of violence. The lack of curiosity about the engravings that marked this place before they revealed it and headed down into it. No. None of this added up, not one bit.
"I want answers." And the blade covering her hand moved to point towards Kowlin instead. "Are you with the Saiyans? TELL ME WHO YOU ARE WORKING FOR!"
Her voice grew more shrill; her breathing heavy and desperate even through the mask covering her face as the all too familiar sense of paranoia began to set in for her. Every instinct she had told her that she couldn't trust anything here. She needed to get out. But how could she even do that? She was trapped in a space that made no sense with people she didn't trust, probable agents of the enemy themselves.
Her chest felt tight, a full-on panic attack just moments away.
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Blanking the hazmat suit completely, a vein on Sheri's forehead had begun to throb. The Commando had finally reached her limit. One or two strange things she could credit to unfamiliarity with this planet and its people; three or four she could still put the blame on herself. But the revelation of a sudden Tuffle scientist?
Power began to build across her fingers as she called up her strength. Sharp white power built across the palm of her hand as she forged a blade from her energy. It wasn't much, but it was what she had to hand - and she pointed it square at the 'Tuffle's' throat.
"About the only thing that would put me at ease here is one of my own." She said, her voice tense with barely-contained anger. She didn't like feeling as though a fool was being made of her, but that was very much the sense now creeping down her spine.
"Interim Command didn't brief me on any subterranean factions we have contact with here on Earth." She said, "And I don't believe any of this. You're a fraud. How? Why?"
Her eyes definitely had a more wild quality to them now, looking between the 'Tuffle', and the pair of Shinjin that she had followed down into this place. To begin with, they'd seemed strange. The casual use of violence. The lack of curiosity about the engravings that marked this place before they revealed it and headed down into it. No. None of this added up, not one bit.
"I want answers." And the blade covering her hand moved to point towards Kowlin instead. "Are you with the Saiyans? TELL ME WHO YOU ARE WORKING FOR!"
Her voice grew more shrill; her breathing heavy and desperate even through the mask covering her face as the all too familiar sense of paranoia began to set in for her. Every instinct she had told her that she couldn't trust anything here. She needed to get out. But how could she even do that? She was trapped in a space that made no sense with people she didn't trust, probable agents of the enemy themselves.
Her chest felt tight, a full-on panic attack just moments away.
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