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[erhabenheit]

Characters: Meth Rezza [metharchy] and Bass [erhabenheit] (CLOSED)
Location: The temple on Deck 13
Date: Present-ish
Rating: PG-16 for Bass' terrible language and Meth's cruel streak.

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[metharchy]

Meth had been in a foul mood ever since Tyler had left. They had been in a poor place at the time, and now she was back to square one

[erhabenheit]

Bass recognized her; she was on that post the Captain had made forever ago. So she was crew, then. What was it Phoenix had told him when he'd first arrived? Something about the Captain taking particular offense to the murder of his crew.

Please. This girl looked like a twig, Bass could break her in five seconds. ...though she also looked human.

Being human didn't mean he had to take her sass, though. He only half-turned to face her, but tossed aside the chunk of stone he'd been holding and snorted. "You have exactly three seconds to fuck off before I break that dainty little face of yours." It was mostly bluff, (completely bluff if she was human) but she didn't have to know that.

[metharchy]

Meth responded immediately. With a little of her power and all the rage behind it, Meth threw Bass back against the closest wall and held him pinned there. It took very little effort to manage that. Meth's temper had always been an asset when going against harder, heavier opponents. The adrenaline rush that came with it was almost addictive for her.

Quick steps forward brought Meth face to face with the robot, though she kept a careful distance away. Her eyes flicked over Bass' body, taking in all the metal as her lips twisted into a sneer.

"By all means, try and break my face. I would love to see you try."

[erhabenheit]

Fuck.

He'd had his pain sensors turned off for quite some time so the blow didn't hurt physically so much as it wounded his ego. Fucking freaks and their Goddamn powers. Nobody could just punch somebody in the face anymore, they had to use some magnetic force or EMP or some other bullshit that rendered him useless. One of the few drawbacks of this God-forsaken ship.

It was difficult to move his jaw, so he just bared his teeth and hissed through them. He'd definitely break her face now; one way or another. He got around Jak's advantage, he'll find out her deal and get around it too.

[metharchy]

"Oh I'm sorry, are you having a hard time talking?" she asked with a growl to her voice. She moved Bass further up the wall, and held him in place at his wrists, ankles, and throat. "Tell me why you did this. Now."

It didn't really matter why he did it, but she wanted to know.

[erhabenheit]

The fact that this little girl was pinning him -him!- to a wall with no visible effort made Bass grind his teeth in pure frustration. But...he could win another way. Breaking this place bothered her, right? Well, maybe he should just bother her some more.

The corners of his mouth quirked up and he gave her a full-toothed grin, forcing out a laugh. His self-preservation subroutines were nearly non-existent -they'd be fairly useless in a kamikaze combat robot after all- and if he was going to go down, he'd go down fighting somehow. "Because it was fun. Did I break something you liked?"

[metharchy]

There were days the Meth wished she were a hellhound, with teeth that tore into everything, and claws that shredded anything short of aetherium. Perhaps it was a side effect of her being so heavily involved in work that she did with her own hands. It was more satisfying to her to express her frustration directly.

She wasn't so rage-driven as to forget that punching Bass in his smug face would just break her hand. Kage would be pissed off to no end if she hurt herself in a fit, no matter how entitled she was to her anger.

"You just gave me two weeks of unnecessary work, that is what you just did," she snarled, and with unhesitating savagery, used her grip on his left arm to steadily pull his arm until it began to tear free of his body. Metal bent and ripped, until finally the limb was free.

Meth floated it to her hand, where she looked at it briefly, then tossed it over her shoulder like a piece of trash.

[erhabenheit]

Fury boiled up and Bass hissed again, closing his immediate awareness to the error messages flooding through his logs. Without feeling pain it was still...uncomfortable to feel his arm parting with his shoulder, and insulting to boot. "So sorry bitch, didn't mean to inconvenience you. Maybe if your fucking brilliant Captain read up on the passengers he so kindly kidnapped, he'd have prepared you better for the shit you'd have to deal with once I was brought on board."

She tore his arm without touching him, but he wasn't registering any electrical or magnetic interference. It had to be something else. Immediately he set his observations aside to be processed at a later time. He'll get her back. He'll tear her arm off, see how well she takes it, the whore.

[metharchy]

She wasn't sure whether or not tearing his arm off would hurt, but it didn't take anyone unusually observant to know that even if it didn't, Bass would not appreciate her removing his arm.

At his mention of the captain however, Meth's expression grew stiff and cool.

"You'd do well to speak more respectfully of Captain Redd, that he knew exactly who and what you are, and rescued you anyway, you ungrateful heap of scrap metal," she replied.

With the temple in shambles as it was, Meth felt no reason to not make use of what rubble had already been created. With her telekinesis, she picked up a piece of the altar that Bass had destroyed, and sent it flying at his body. It hit his leg with a heavy thud and crushed it thoroughly before dropping to the ground beneath him.

[erhabenheit]

The insult hurt more than the slab -which knocked his servos out of place and crushed everything save for the steel rods that served as his base skeleton- and he bristled, shoving more error notifications aside and baring his teeth at her. He wrenched as hard as he could against her hold, but didn't budge even a centimeter.

"Fuck you, you little cunt! That headfucked basket case can take his charity and shove it right up his self-important ass!"

[metharchy]

He could struggle all he wanted, he could say what he wanted about her, but Meth would not tolerate this behavior any longer. She stepped forward quickly, until she was only inches away. She used her power to keep anything that could be moved firmly secured against the wall. A quick glance showed that his neck had some sort of soft, synthetic material on the outside. Great

[erhabenheit]

The knife didn't intimidate him -something like that couldn't pierce anything vital after all, and considering she hadn't used her powers to crush anything internally Bass was inclined to believe that all she could do was move him around some- even when it goes to his throat.

At first he was just bored. He even rolled his eyes in exasperation; when would these idiot organics learn that a slit throat wouldn't kill him? Wouldn't even compromise his functionality, even? You'd think after a-

But that wasn't her goal. Her hand dives through cables and wires, parting the soft synthetic muscle to go for his voice box, and his eyes widen and he snarls, struggling to snap at her, do something, anything-

Not his voice, not his voice, that's his that's his-!With a screech and the snap of parting wires and metal she rips his voice box clear out of his neck. Oils and fluids seep from his throat and the shock causes some of the fluids to surge back up to his mouth, past his teeth like a golden-brown blood. She drops the device to the

[metharchy]

His reaction was exactly what Meth wanted. It satisfied a part of her that had gone unfulfilled for so long. Since her time with Sheik in AMU's clinic, actually

[erhabenheit]

Bass snarled a silent "fuck you" at Meth, teeth clicking shut. She turned her back. Took his voice, and his arm. He'll tear her arm off, her throat out, and she'll regret she ever even laid eyes on him.

Fucking whore.

Fucking bitch.

He'd already resolved to go after her again; her powers were impossible, both in how she used them and to fight against, but she had to concentrate to use them. He'd take advantage of that, get the drop on her somehow. Maybe kill her with something quick, something from a distance.

He would kill her.

[metharchy]

Meth grinned at his "fuck you" and blew him a kiss. He was furious with her. Livid. She could almost taste his hatred on her tongue, and holding his arm in her hand, well, it was all almost intoxicating.

She almost didn't care about the damage done to the temple because of what she'd done to him.

"Catch you later," she said, turning to leave the temple. As she exited the building, the hold on Bass disappeared abruptly, leaving him to drop to the hard ground below.

She was done with him now.

[erhabenheit]

Predictably, the second Bass dropped he attempting to push himself up to give chase. Unbalanced, he crashed back to the ground only to try again. He only managed a single step before he fell flat on his face.

She was too far to throw something after her, and Bass gnashed his teeth as he clutched a chunk of stone so hard it crumbled. His damages wouldn't wait any longer though; there were valves to close off, open wires to close, so many things that needed repair...

But he'd kill her.

She's dead.