06-18-2017, 01:44 AM
Nova crossed her arms at the sight of Trixie hobbling towards the drug dispensary on the other end of the hall. Her stitches had torn and she was trailing droplets of blood along the linoleum floor.
Nova herself still had bandages covering her body including the one over her left eye, but she was well enough to pursue the redhead.
“How dare you…” She said, crossing in front of the Sith’s path.
God dammit
Once Nova set her only good eye on Trixie’s face she saw the true horror that was Diablo’s ultimatum. Thin black lines, following the path of her veins, spider webbed across her face and exposed skin. Her flesh was pale and blackened. The mistress was clutching her IV stand using it as a method of getting herself down the hall.
“Now...really isn’t the time, Nova.” Blood dripped from the corners of Trixie’s mouth as she spoke.
“Why are you even out of bed!?” The blond took her love interests’ arm and wrapped it around her own neck, helping the Sith towards her destination.
“Just get me to the trauma cabinet.”
It took some time, but the pair finally made their way into the drug dispensary. Trixie ordered a base commander override and deactivated the droid in charge as she fumbled through the vials of pain medication. Taking an unopened syringe, Trixie peeled the packaging and exposed the tempered steel. Plunging the metal into a clear liquid the redhead filled the syringe to the brim.
“Trixie...that dose is enough to bring down a herd of rancors.” Nova warned, but before she could make for the needle it was already plunged into Zulenka’s thigh.
Beatrix pushed the plunger and felt the pain medication wash over her body, combining with her own regeneration to fight the corruption Diablo had set upon her body until her deed was done. The mistress tossed the spent sharps cartridge to the floor and let out of a cry of agony as her force powers unleashed themselves. Nova was thrown from her feet and into the hall as the structure around them began to buckle and crumple under the intense kinetic energy. Trixie’s hair began to lengthen, her body becoming perkier, the curves various curves that she was gifted with becoming more refined. Markings slowly materialized across the very top of her cleavage.
Nova herself still had bandages covering her body including the one over her left eye, but she was well enough to pursue the redhead.
“How dare you…” She said, crossing in front of the Sith’s path.
God dammit
Once Nova set her only good eye on Trixie’s face she saw the true horror that was Diablo’s ultimatum. Thin black lines, following the path of her veins, spider webbed across her face and exposed skin. Her flesh was pale and blackened. The mistress was clutching her IV stand using it as a method of getting herself down the hall.
“Now...really isn’t the time, Nova.” Blood dripped from the corners of Trixie’s mouth as she spoke.
“Why are you even out of bed!?” The blond took her love interests’ arm and wrapped it around her own neck, helping the Sith towards her destination.
“Just get me to the trauma cabinet.”
It took some time, but the pair finally made their way into the drug dispensary. Trixie ordered a base commander override and deactivated the droid in charge as she fumbled through the vials of pain medication. Taking an unopened syringe, Trixie peeled the packaging and exposed the tempered steel. Plunging the metal into a clear liquid the redhead filled the syringe to the brim.
“Trixie...that dose is enough to bring down a herd of rancors.” Nova warned, but before she could make for the needle it was already plunged into Zulenka’s thigh.
Beatrix pushed the plunger and felt the pain medication wash over her body, combining with her own regeneration to fight the corruption Diablo had set upon her body until her deed was done. The mistress tossed the spent sharps cartridge to the floor and let out of a cry of agony as her force powers unleashed themselves. Nova was thrown from her feet and into the hall as the structure around them began to buckle and crumple under the intense kinetic energy. Trixie’s hair began to lengthen, her body becoming perkier, the curves various curves that she was gifted with becoming more refined. Markings slowly materialized across the very top of her cleavage.
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