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YEVGENIYA POV
I slumped against the wall of the ship, the inkling ship still tugging me along. Great. If DJ Octavio just got more fire extinguishers I wouldn't be in this mess, I closed my eyes. Hoping to sleep the way through the trip.
The ship stopped suddenly, throwing me forward. I quickly stopped myself before I slid out of the ship and died. I felt the ship lowering. This is just the greatest first day on the job isn't it? I looked down at the crowd of inklings looking at my half of the ship. Oh yeah, Inkopolis, the land where shooting people is a sport and everybody is legit Satan. Well, that's what they tell us in the army, at least. Do the inklings have an army? Most likely. They've got Agent three, is he in the army? Probably. Oh yeah, the inklings. The ship landed on the ground. I should hide. I get up, running towards the broom closet.
SCOTTY POV
Well, look here, octoling ship, the bastards deserved it. I picked up my Blaster, aiming inside the ship, walking in. "Anyone 'ere?" I asked. Several other inkling walking in, armed with chargers. I opened up the door to the power room, looking inside, the controls had crashed against the wall and a body was slumped on it. "'Ey, you alright there laddie?" I flicked on my flashlight, pointing it at the guy, a guy behind me screamed, dead body. Hole in his face, I resisted the urge to puke, the guy behind me failed. Vomiting on the floor. I looked around for anyone else. I noticed some blood drops leading outside, following them. They led to another room, "Ready your guns." I said, quickly opening the door, a scream coming from inside, I pointed my gun at the source, noticing an octoling girl sitting in the corner of the closet, her face soaked with blood. "'Ey lassie, come out of the room with your hands where I can see 'em, don't try to run, we've got inkling forces outside." I said.
YEVGENIYA POV
I slowly stood up with my hands in the air, well, one of them in the air, the other was lower. "Listen lassie, I need you to keep both hands all the way up." The inkling said, I raised my other hand, wincing in pain. I walked out of the closet, the men keeping a short distance from me so I couldn't shank them or something. They led me out of the ship, blood still dripping from my forehead. Inklings looked at me, raising their weapons so I couldn't run. "Somebody get a medic, this lassie's beat up." The man with the blaster said, "Stop calling me lassie, it's insulting. I am a strong, independent woman, I could rip that smug smile off your face faster than you could say 'Inkling trash'." I said, "Well, sorry lassie, but you couldn't do that if you tried." He said, I snapped, turning and jumping at him. Hitting him with a right hook, hard, knocking him to the floor. I pinned him, hitting him in the face several times before two inklings restrained me, pulling me off of him. "You're the one who needs a medic now 'Lassie'!" I yelled, mimicking him. The man got up, wiping some blood off of his nose. "Oh, you want to go?" The man said, "Dude, stop, we just need to do her execution and then-" The inkling was interrupted, "What? They never said anything about execution, they just said bring her to the prison!" The man said, wiping some more blood off of his nose. "Well, she attacked somebody, she's aggressive. She needs to be dealt with." The man with the charger said. I looked between them, "Hey, uh, might not want to discuss what's going to happen in front of your prisoner, usually that makes them scared and harder to deal with." I said, hoping for them to stop, "Mate, they never said anything about execution." Another man with a charger said. "Laddies, we need to go, we're making a scene." The man with the blaster said.
They began walking again, pulling me along with them, making sure I couldn't attack anybody. Eventually several other men, the patches on their shirts saying they were medics, walked up to me holding a stretcher, "'Kay, get her on." One guy said, "A stretcher? I'm not injured." I said, "Hey, if you haven't realized, your forehead is heavily bleeding and your arm is fucked up." The man said, "Oh yeah, that, well the blood is kinda getting in my eyes, well, fine. I'll humor you." I said, sitting on the stretcher, letting my legs dangle off of it. The man sighed and started carrying the stretcher to the med bay."Hey, lassie, if you could maybe sit correctly that would be great." The man with the blaster said, "Listen, fuckface, if you could stop calling me lassie then maybe I won't rip your arms off the next time you get in my line of sight." I said, the man flinching at the insult. "Fine, girly, could you sit normally now?" "Oh go shove a cactus up your ass!" I yelled at him, about to punch him again before I was restrained once again. "Hey, miss, you need to stop yelling and attempting to hit people." One man said, "I will if this shit head stops calling me lassie!" I yelled at the man with the blaster.
After twenty minutes of me threatening to rip off the man with the blasters limbs and make him a bowling pin, we arrived at the med bay, my voice hoarse from all the screaming.
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