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DELACROIX to VOID: 12-05-???? re: Resist

Zhe worms are everywhere. Do not listen to zheir singing. Do you hear me? Do not listen to zhem. Arm yourselves quickly.

^{^TURRETS}

[There's a pair of turrets stationed on either side of the street. They fire indiscriminately at anything that moves, which includes Marie Delacroix, crouched down behind a dumpster, steadily acquiring more and more bullet holes. She peeks around the edge of her cover, firing off one round, and then another. They strike, piercing through the armored shell, and the second one is met with an explosion. Marie hardly hesitates before she rushes out into the open, something preternaturally fast about her movements. If she can duck down inside its range, she can hack the fucking thing...]

^{^HYBRID}

[They look almost human, bipedal and fleshy, but something horrible has taken them over from within. One levels a shotgun at Marie, begging miserably,]

Kill me.

[Another is a step behind, head tilted back to swill down a large mouthful of vodka, liquid dribbling over its face. The empty bottle is thrown at her furiously as it in turns pleads,]

Hurry. Run.

^{^MIDWIFE}

[Hacking apart a foul-smelling egg - life humming inside - with a laser rapier, Marie is being harassed by a swarm of insects, a cloud of something noxious hanging around her, expelled from the pulsating egg. She knows the caretakers must be close...]

^{^RUMBLER}

[The creature lowers its shoulder, barreling forward and knocking her onto her side. She falls with a grunt, feet lashing out as she lifts her pistol. She fires one round that doesn't halt the monster in the slightest before it jams and she's forced to bludgeon annelid's head in with the butt of the gun. By the time it falls, head bleeding, it has clawed Marie viciously. Deja vu, she's lying very still on the pavement.]

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[Stumbling into a weird, unfamiliar place like this is bad enough, but Rita stops short as she comes upon this scene, expression just short of horrified.]

What the hell are these things?

[ He's got no idea what the hell that thing is and by the time he manages to get there, it looks like Marie's taken care of it. Maybe. He's got his phaser set high enough that it should be able to take care of it if it gets up again, but right now his priority is the woman bleeding on the pavement, his medkit already being swung over his shoulder as he crouches down next to her. ]

[It was the awful smell that encouraged Chekov to investigate--something he should really know better than to do, especially on days like this. The insects, the egg, the smell...]

Delacroix? What is this?

[Marie's head whips around, eyes wide and tense.]

Do not just stand zhere, run.

[The creature is disgusting, really. It looks like meat, like it was gummed together out of the parts of many others; humans if anyone has been listening to Marie Delacroix's ravings about The Many and the biomass. Built of meat with a turtle-like armored shell on its back, protecting its spine and nervous system so that it may keep fighting long after various chunks of its meat have been worn away.

Marie's hand is covered with gore. She had smashed until she had hit its tiny little brain. The rest of her just covered in blood and laser burns and bullet holes. From a sewer, several tiny worms begin to crawl towards them and she jerks backwards into McCoy with an enraged little squawk.]

Stay back you filthy things.

[She points her gun at him without even thinking about it, the weapon lifted smoothly from its halter on her leg, the glowing rapier still clutched in the other hand, casting a thin purple light. She is drawn and pale, had drawn too close to the eggs before seeing them and they had leased their disgusting poisons at her. Once they are taken care of, and the midwife, she can hear the nurses hunting for her, shrieking in fury with every one of the eggs she murders, she can take care of the toxin coursing through her.]

Cover your mouth, Chekov, and run, before zhey find you.

[ And people thought tribbles were bad.

Swearing, McCoy grabs his phaser again, dropping his medkit to take aim. He doesn't think, three years of training ingrained into his system, and he gets one shot off (set to kill, not stun, though not high enough to completely vaporize the little bastards) before he notices the reflection of Vulcan in the metal. It's enough to make him jerk, but there are more worms and he swears again and takes another shot. ]

Think you can move?

Huh?

[Not that she's one to stand around gawking, but these things...going on and begging to be killed like that...]

What about those--are they monsters?

[In any other situation, Chekov would have insisted on trying to help. Running away from danger? That isn't something that Starfleet officers are trained to do. But sense and a direct order (isn't Delacroix a superior officer of sorts?) win out; Chekov does as he's told.]

[A spray of shotgun pellets are coming their way. Delacroix curses, jerking to side to drag Rita to the floor with her. Only then does she raise her pistol. One shot each. The hybrids are the weakest of their kind, still relying on the flawed human system to operate, controlled by parasites, but imperfectly.]

Zhey are my crewmates.

Hey-!

[Despite the protest, she doesn't resist--her magic would take longer to cast, anyway--and then she stares at Marie.]

Your crewmates? What the hell happened to them?

[She takes a deep breath, swallowing roughly, watching the creatures shrivel up, their insidious song cut short.]

Yes. Zhey know where we are.

We need to get somewhere where I can patch you up.

[ And if they come, they'll move again. And again. And again. ]

You know what the hell these things are capable of. I don't. There anywhere that'll be harder for them to access?

[The sounds will follow him, the mechanical noises of once human women, their outraged protestations for the safety of the children, the fired lasers, and the long agonized moaning as their circuits try to drive them onwards long after the strength of their flesh has been used up.

It's Marie who follows after.]

[The creature barely ends its sentence - Kill me - before Karl obliges. A demonic green claw flashes out, severing the hybrid's throat in one clean sweep. Beware the blood-splatter, Marie.]

Well, he did ask~

Zhe worms took zhem over.

[Marie just sounds more exhausted than angry at this point, pushing herself up uncomfortably, moving over to the fallen creatures, searching through their pockets for anything worth taking.]

[If Delacroix and the sounds will follow, then he'll stop...]

How will you get away?

[She's used to the blood, honestly, and she's already lifted her pistol to take out the other before she ends up sprayed with shotgun pellets. Only then does she really hear Karl's laughing.]

Zhey suffered.

[With a carnivorous smile, he licks the dripping blood from his claw.]

I suppose that makes us 'Angels of Mercy.'

No.

[She thinks about Constance, locked in fluidics control, thinking she might be safe.]

Zhe worms will find zhere way anywhere, and once zhey 'ave spotted you, others will follow.

[She shakes her head, pushing herself up unsteadily.]

I won't.

[She always dies at the end of these dreams.]

Don't flatter yourself.

[Her eyes narrow as the blood goes into his mouth. She doesn't trust him, and it would be a hideous day if those parasites took him over.]

Then we keep moving when we have to.

[ Because like hell is he leaving her behind. ]

'Exterminators' doesn't sound nearly as glamorous, Mademoiselle.

[Smile fixed, he extends his claw. The flesh splits apart like a yawning Venus Flytrap, a red spike shooting out to strike an oncoming hybrid. In a grisly spurt of blood, the creature slumps.]

[After a moment, she gets to her own feet, and watches Marie without commenting on the scavenging. The curse's seemingly unconnected events haven't made much sense to her yet, but worms sets off a bit of alarm.]

So the City's brought back those mind-control things again? You could've just captured those guys, you know!

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