Sense and Sensibility and Stormtroopers (PvP)

[Android 17]

Seventeen returned to the barracks to find Trixie leaned over a desk with four computer monitors laid out across the wooden surface. The woman, her eyes clearly strained from too much time in front of the lights, let out a growl and leaned back in her chair. She ran her hands through her hair, and for a brief moment, the cyborg was certain she was just going to squeeze and tear out two fistfuls.

“What’s the matter?” Seventeen muttered, prompting the woman to rotate her chair away from the desk.

“You look like fucking shit,” she replied as she set her hands on the armrests. “Is all of that your own blood or what?”

The machine-hybrid shook his head. “No,” he spoke softly as he reached into his back pocket and took out Might’s business card. “He’s dead. Relay that up to Bianca so they can pull the CCTV feeds or whatever bureaucratic crap they want to do to verify the deed if they don’t feel like taking my word for it.” Trixie, who could see that the man wasn’t himself for one reason or another, nodded her head and set the bloodied business card on the desk. “What are you stressing out over?” He inquired as he gingerly walked over to the woman and pulled up a stool.

“I was trying to get a hold of some contacts in this tier,” she spoke as she tapped at one of the keyboards. Seventeen noticed that two of the computers were white and the others were black. Trixie caught his failed attempts at decoding the use of the tech. “These models,” she said, pointing to the two white machines with their wired attachments. “Repurposed from some local company that runs a lot of the business in this area. Security clearances are hard-coded into them, I guess. Unfortunately…” Trixie tapped at the mouse for one of the machines, but the screen just continued to idle. “They’re shit. Total shit.”

The staff sergeant leaned in her desk and detached a little black box from one of the other machines. “My personal drive,” she muttered as she tapped one of the dark machines. “Unfortunately, these imperial terminals haven’t been updated in who knows how fucking long,” she mashed a power button to kill the array of computers. “You know how infuriating it is to try and get in touch with Central to have them remote update firmware?”

Seventeen smiled despite the pain in his face. “I just had a 6-foot guy with spiked hair beat me to within an inch of my life… how’d you say it was to deal with the tech people?”

Trixie scowled and realized that she would lose this contest. “I don’t think I can’t get any leads on any of the other underground operations in these neighborhoods. I think Bianca will probably settle for the one, and we can just tell her that the other one got spooked underground… should be enough to placate them.”

“Let’s just get out of this place,” Seventeen murmured. “I think I’ve had enough to Tier 5 to last me a while.”

“Got it,” Trixie replied as she started to bark out instructions to troopers once they had passed from the office she had repurposed and into the general hanger area. Within fifteen minutes, she had got their transport refueled and idled. Two minutes later, the pair were on their way out of Tier 5. The journey back up was a somber one, and Seventeen smiled faintly when he saw the bright lights of Tier 1. He was even happier when they pulled into the barracks' hanger and set down amid the familiar sea of white troopers..