quietly glib
BETWEEN ROUND TWO AND THREE
Vestra Tane
Round two didn't end the way Mercy imagined it would go. She woke up once the ysalamir got crushed underneath her and found out that she had won the round.
The droid had been crushed, but she didn't quite remember doing it.
It was only after a trip in the bacta tank had allowed her to reconnect with what was hiding behind her psyche that Mercy figured out what happened.
Negotiation, browbeating, patience. Three traits that didn't come naturally to Mercy, but she used them all. Until her arm reshaped itself, golden, copper, amber, with sigils carved into the metallic flesh.
It was prettier now. And more alien. Mercy kinda loved it.
So enamored was she with her arm that she didn't realize someone had wandered into her locker room.
She'd have to speak up.
Vestra Tane
Round two didn't end the way Mercy imagined it would go. She woke up once the ysalamir got crushed underneath her and found out that she had won the round.
The droid had been crushed, but she didn't quite remember doing it.
It was only after a trip in the bacta tank had allowed her to reconnect with what was hiding behind her psyche that Mercy figured out what happened.
Negotiation, browbeating, patience. Three traits that didn't come naturally to Mercy, but she used them all. Until her arm reshaped itself, golden, copper, amber, with sigils carved into the metallic flesh.
It was prettier now. And more alien. Mercy kinda loved it.
So enamored was she with her arm that she didn't realize someone had wandered into her locker room.
She'd have to speak up.