(no subject)
They tell you it’s gonna be simple. They tell you it won’t hurt a bit. They transfer a massive amount of credits to your off-world account (which you later move to a more secure one) and they promise you that you’ll have a good time. That’s when things get sticky. You’ve signed a contract to test-drive their new weapon system, they call it the Siren. It’s not what you’re expecting. You are the weapon. And now? You’re screwed.
Lilith blinks at the doctor with the 6 inch syringe, eyebrows quirked, face unreadable.
“So, you’re gonna stick me? And then everything will be Guns n’ Roses?” Ancient, long-forgotten music aside, she isn’t entirely sure this is what she signed on for.
“The Alien technology is no longer un-stable. We’ve already had a range of successes, but yours is the first time we’ve bought in for a life-time contract.”
Her eyebrows go up even higher, she turns her head to the side and exhales. Both her arms are strapped down. Caught, like an animal. She likes the feeling even less than she thought she would. She figures, at some point, she’ll have to draw the line. What won’t she do for money? Well, now she knows. Experiments. Human-weaponry. Scientists. Fucking Atlas Corporation and their lifelong contract. After this, she belongs to them. Their perfect biddable little soldier, as far as they’re concerned.
“You know, Doc. I think I might have changed my mind.”
The needle is getting closer to bare skin, perfect, pale, un-marked flesh. Lilith isn’t scared. She isn’t scared of anything. She’s fucking terrified.
“Y-you can’t, you signed a contract. You are the legal property of the Atlas Corporation.”
“Slavery isn’t legal anymore. I’m no-one’s property. I ain’t about to start now.”
She tugs at the restraints, testing, liking the situation even less. The scientist’s mouth tightens; a grim line. He has his superiors to think of, his reputation, and this girl? She’s just a rat in a maze. You’d think year of Space travel would have taught humans what they’re capable of; in the lawless expanse of the Universe everything and anything happens. They have no way to police. And with the Crimson Lance - their own personal army - Atlas has absolutely nothing to fear. He smiles and says that eternal line; a lie.
“This won’t hurt a bit.”
When the needle goes in, of course, it hurts like a bitch, but that’s nothing, not compared to what comes next. The fluid fills her body, buzzing through veins and every second of it burns. Whatever shit they’ve got in it, it’s bad. Lilith screams and swears and pulls on the restraints so hard that her collarbone creaks in distress. There are burning lines appearing all over her arm, her chest, her stomach leg; marked, branding down one side of her body with fiery lines. It’s killing her.
As she loses consciousness the last thing she hears is:
“100% success. The formula works.”
Lilith blinks at the doctor with the 6 inch syringe, eyebrows quirked, face unreadable.
“So, you’re gonna stick me? And then everything will be Guns n’ Roses?” Ancient, long-forgotten music aside, she isn’t entirely sure this is what she signed on for.
“The Alien technology is no longer un-stable. We’ve already had a range of successes, but yours is the first time we’ve bought in for a life-time contract.”
Her eyebrows go up even higher, she turns her head to the side and exhales. Both her arms are strapped down. Caught, like an animal. She likes the feeling even less than she thought she would. She figures, at some point, she’ll have to draw the line. What won’t she do for money? Well, now she knows. Experiments. Human-weaponry. Scientists. Fucking Atlas Corporation and their lifelong contract. After this, she belongs to them. Their perfect biddable little soldier, as far as they’re concerned.
“You know, Doc. I think I might have changed my mind.”
The needle is getting closer to bare skin, perfect, pale, un-marked flesh. Lilith isn’t scared. She isn’t scared of anything. She’s fucking terrified.
“Y-you can’t, you signed a contract. You are the legal property of the Atlas Corporation.”
“Slavery isn’t legal anymore. I’m no-one’s property. I ain’t about to start now.”
She tugs at the restraints, testing, liking the situation even less. The scientist’s mouth tightens; a grim line. He has his superiors to think of, his reputation, and this girl? She’s just a rat in a maze. You’d think year of Space travel would have taught humans what they’re capable of; in the lawless expanse of the Universe everything and anything happens. They have no way to police. And with the Crimson Lance - their own personal army - Atlas has absolutely nothing to fear. He smiles and says that eternal line; a lie.
“This won’t hurt a bit.”
When the needle goes in, of course, it hurts like a bitch, but that’s nothing, not compared to what comes next. The fluid fills her body, buzzing through veins and every second of it burns. Whatever shit they’ve got in it, it’s bad. Lilith screams and swears and pulls on the restraints so hard that her collarbone creaks in distress. There are burning lines appearing all over her arm, her chest, her stomach leg; marked, branding down one side of her body with fiery lines. It’s killing her.
As she loses consciousness the last thing she hears is:
“100% success. The formula works.”