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A Marlin exited the outer atmo and went screaming down, burning it's thrusters towards the surface of Nauru. Painted in the customary Core black with a skull painted in blood red all over the front of the ship, it veered off the ground just 100 meters away and leveled, leaving a small dust and sand storm in its wake. Suddenly two more Marlins appeared from up above and descended, in a more conservative fashion, and took their place slightly behind the gorish Marlin, avoiding its sand trail by mere meters.

As Kalliste Silver closed her comm, she sneered at the words that came out of the chatter box. An escort for the Executrix of the Core, all the way until the first Quad, where Silver had her apartment. A shinny glint appeared to her left and caught her eye. The Chrome Palace. With a quick, deft hand move, she ordered the engines to go full throttle, shoving a ton of sand all over her followers.

"Ye, right. Escort my arse. Nova is in town, and she wants to know where my happy trigger finger is aimin' at."

One of the Marlins twitched a little bit too hard, trying to escape the furious dust and sand devil that was created in Silver's wake, and crashed head first into a dune. The explosion rocked her cockpit a bit, and she smirked, while opening a comm to the remaining escort.

"Kid. You got two choices. You ride with me 'til the devils take ya, or you go find yer friend before he's cooked like a New York burger."

Not even giving time for a reply, she closed the comm, and kicked back in the seat with the HUD signaling her final waypoint direction. Behind her seat, a leather bag was latched, with the bottom moist and red, contained the three heads that she was sent to collect. The sickly noise of the blood, fluids and remains bumping around in it was a good starting tune in Silver's mind, which she readily started to whistle as the last escort decided to give up and swerved hard to go back and look for its friend.

"Bits and pieces make you whole."

The bag let out another mushing sound, a rhythm created by the bumps that the ship had in its flight.

"Little ol' nasty wanted to make a hole... Fire and blazes at the source.."

Her hand opened a comm and laughed as she sang the last verse to the defeated escort.

"Mind yer landin' 'cause the sand is coarse."


Finally in the underground Quad, Silver's face was wrapped in a keffiyeh, a 'gift' from her time in Akabat, alongside some old sol style aviator glasses. Normally that would be enough to make one unseen or unnoticeable in the crowd, but her bright red hair was like a fiery signal in the middle of the grey and black clad crowd. Her apartment, inside of one of the best blocks was in her sights, and she picked up the pace, with the leather bag over her shoulder, still making mushing sounds at the beat of her footsteps. Two minutes later, she was finally inside the elevator, going up to the penthouse, tapping her foot to the sound of the obnoxious music. Another Core pilot was going up as well, a hulk of a man scarred with bionics and tats that looked at her and her bag. Sensing that he was staring, she pulled her glasses down slowly with her middle finger, her grey eyes looking back at the man.

"You want somethin'?"

His eyes snapped back to the elevator wall, minding his own business. Silver slowly placed her glasses into position again, with the same middle finger. The elevator stopped and the man, exited, nodding somewhat, half in shame, half in respect. The doors closed, and soon after she was staring at the single door in the whole floor. Silver prepared herself, and opened the door.

Cardamine and days old beer on the coffee table, made out of a zoner whale armor plate. Her favorite piece in the whole apartment. Clothes all over the floor and sofa. Food, rotting away in the kitchen counter. Her eyes surveyed the scene, out of a bad porno movie mixed with a drugged addict den. Her steeled tipped boots took two steps in, and her nose was assaulted with the stench. Dropping the bloody leather bag onto the floor, with a very sickly sound, she grinned at the scene, imagining the party and called out.

"Squidface?"

Enma Loyola's head rose from behind the couch, with her face looking like a PTSD'd survivor from Leeds.

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"Squidface?... Squidface?... Squidface?... Squidface?"

Echoed in her head when she stood up. It's been a long time since Silver called her by name, not like she needs one right now. At first she would forbid to call herself like this, but in the end Outcast concluded that it would be an unnecessary effort. It's been weeks since Enma hired Silver to hide and protect her. But it's not like Silver ever behaved like they had a contract. Enma was asking herself if it makes sense of hiding at Nauru, planet is safe by itself... or is it? Taking into account who she was and how many people would cheer to see her being killed.

En is not maintaining contact with anyone she knows. Not even her own mother or Eliza. Anyway all her memories are mixed and blured, she even lost count of time. Using any drug and drinking all alcohol Silver could bring had some sort 'side-effects'. Luckily enough she saved enough money to maintain at least this kind of lifestyle. More than enough, actually, but it's not like she wants something else at this point.

Not leaving Silver's place for such a long time made her feel different indeed. It is only a matter of time when she will completely degenerate and what Silver will decide to do then? Hiring a Reaver makes her sure only in a fact that Silver will gun down a few of assassins before they will succeed at least. But maybe there is a more danger behind it... Like what if Silver will decide to sell her ass off? She is not of that kind, but who knows.

"Si? Did they leave?

En is trying to focus her look and she actually realized that they did in fact leave. This dumb question came up on it's own.

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Silver rose an eyebrow and removed her sunglasses, dropping them without ceremony at the hallway table near the door. Kicking the leather bag to the side, it skidded leaving a reddish trail onto the floor.

"Seems so... Ya know, you look like you facetanked a hobo's arse. Good party then."

Her nose twitched as she removed her sidearm, and walked in the warzone like living room. A noise came from the rooms adjacent to the living room and rising her finger to her lips in a gesture to Enma to be silent, she walked to the nearby rooms. Enma quickly followed her, clinging on Silver like she was a shield against whatever was wrong in the universe.

Silver rolled her eyes and breathed in, as she felt Loyola tugging her at her back. Finally, at the entrance of the main bedroom, Silver's bedroom, she stuck her head and eyed the interior. All she could do was let a laugh out.

A man, obviously sleeping soundly on his belly, in his birthday suit, with his arms and legs bound to the bed, cross like, and a bottle of Jack Daniels, upside down, neck deep where the sun doesn't shine, with the end rising like a flowery bouquet from the dirty ground.

"D'aww, squidface. You shouldn't have."

Silver waltzed in, looking at the sight, and tapped the bottle with her gun twice. The man let out a bigger snore, but resumed his standard breathing afterwards. Loyola startled and jumped hearing that. Silver grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back, looking at his face.

"Cute too."

She then pulled the bottle out, without thinking twice, making the man have a very rude wake up call. He screamed in pain with tears forming in his eyes, his lower regions obviously not prepared to such a furious movement. Loyola placed her hands over her ears to muffle the mans screams.

"ARE YOU CRAZ-"

He never finished the furious interjection as Silver knocked him with the bottle, breaking his nose and leaving his face smeared with his own remains.

"Sings like a shinny bird as well."

Silver stated with a grin, holstering her gun and looking at the shivering and obviously affected Loyola.

"Great. Now she falls apart."

Her hand placed a cigarette in her lips, and lit it up. Her mouth exhaled the smoke while she eyed Loyola, who was now acting like a scaredy cat. She snapped her fingers at Loyola's direction trying to get her attention.

"Ye, you. Yer usin' the orange too much and too hard. Ye gotta reset yerself, Loyola."


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En's brain is too slow to actually realize everything that is happening. She struggled to understand what's the meaning of this, it's hard to surprise her... rahter nearly impossible. But still it's hard to process. Silver's behavior was more and more unctontrolled day after day and now she could not even start bossing.

Taking a deep breath, En is closing her eyes for something about six seconds. Wait... who is this guy anyway? Nobody was suppose to see her, nobody. She is walking away for a moment to grab her pistol, old fashion ballistic model. As she can't find words for Silver yet, she can take out this guy. Whoever is he, he is not leaving this place alive.

Without paying attention to SIlver, she's aiming and attempting to shoot. Too bad she forgot that she spent last ammo on empty bottles long time ago. In desperation she's throwing her pistol at the guy, screaming.

Taking another breath she's falling into the chair, trying to find Silver with her eyes. Sounds coming to her head were confusing and are not helping to locate anything. Looking at merc, she starts to push off the words one by one.

"Do not use bottles for me if you ever want to do that, buy someting decent, okay? I pay you enough"

She's finding some random bottle with her hand and taking a few sips right from the neck. It's something like ale, but she could be wrong.

"And one more thing...Who is he anyway? Get rid of him, I don't need him in here. I don't want any people in here, you know that. Why do you... whatever."

En sighs, rolling her head back and staring on the ceiling.

"Any news outside?" She whispers, without making any additional moves.

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Watching Enma Loyola doing a drunken-rage style one-woman show with the old pistol while her brain was giving up on an actual sentence, all the while drinking what appeared Libertonia ale that was more dead than the heads Silver dragged back from Sigma, her brain only managed to create one long sentence.

"What... the... frack?"

Without ceremony, she unholstered her gun, and squeezed a round into the head of the hapless birthday boy, drawing a splash of blood and brains onto the back of the bed and eliciting one last spasm before the end. With the gun in hand and cigarette in the corner of the mouth, Silver looked at Loyola.

"Darlin', I drink what I want in my house."

Slowly walking towards Enma, she ejected the barely used power clip and inserted a new one, letting the soft sound of the handgun charging up fill the room. As to drive a point home.

"I kill what I want and without a freakin' bloody doubt.."

Silver holstered her weapon, and took a deep breath, inhaling the cigarette smoke, all the while placing her head in front of Enma's sight of the ceiling.

"I ain't yer freackin' mother or yer assistant."

Slapping Loyola in the face, as to wake her up from whatever cotton filled pain trail of thought she was having, Silver grabbed Loyola's arm with more force than you would expect and started to drag her, throwing her off and the chair to the ground, sliding her body to the entrance of the room's bathroom.

"Get a bath, squidface."

Silver released the arm and then placed her boot right onto Loyola's behind and pushed it in the bathroom, closing the door in the end. Turning around, she looked at the dead man in the bed.

"I need a new bed."

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Taking a bath is not the worst idea, thought Enma while being pushed into it with the boot. Would take longer getting there on her own. What she's upset about is a slap, because she seemly did noting wrong. And sadly there's no ability to ask or complain. No, complain would make it even worse after all. But knowing her housemate's... habits and so on is not the worst idea, right? While not being in the best condition to analize anything, Silver is a complicated individual.

APM bath bot did a great job, at least En almost did not have to do anything by herself. APM products are heavily forced on Nauru, can't avoid them. And this particular one is not even that bad. At not as annoying as traffic control bots... not like she's following traffic regulations, but the voice of their's really awful.

Then she thought that Silver's behavior is actually wrong, but the next moment En ones again realizing that she can't do nearly anything about it. That's not like a drug addition, however there's something charming in it. Or maybe it's just another attempt to convince herself, mental masturbation. After all, what charming can be in being pushed into the bath with the boot? THE BOOT! Whatever. At least the guy is dead, whoever is he. Funny how Silver is allowed to do anything that some random guy did not deserve to live. Whatever. This train of thought needs to STOP.

Taking on a bathrobe, Enma walks out. She's a bit afraid of instantly being punched in the face. If she could get slapped, that scenario is fairly possible.

"Señori... Señora?" En asked, looking around for Silver. Maybe that dead guy had friends and something happened while she was washed by an APM bath masterpiece.

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Looking into the room, Enma only saw the bloodied bed, but no body. The blood splatter was already coagulating, appearing darker as time as passed. She shooked off the image and as slowly and silently possible, walked towards the living room. Which was now cleaned. Pristine even. The only reminder of its past situation was a bloodied leather bag under the hallway table. Silver was nursing a drink in the couch as she threw a data-pad onto the side. And without turning her head back to Enma, she spoke, eliciting a small shiver on Enma's spine. Was not she silent enough?

"Better now, squidface?"

The smell of warm pizza was lazily filling the room, as one was placed on the coffee table, in an opened box, with the heated warmth rising from it. Silver turned her head to look at Enma.

"You sure look better, with added bonus points on the smell too."

Silver waved her hand, inviting her to sit at her side and grabbed her drink, a glass of whisky, to savour it again.

"Now that you're a wee bit more shinny, you got questions."

Feeling the hard burn of Jack Daniels on her throat made Silver always feel alive. Like she was ready to fight against everything all over again. And again. And again. Until time was done with the 'verse. Opening her eyes from this small liquid experience, her mind jumped back to the present.

"And I got answer's."

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The body, the body is no there. Good, perfect. No man - no problem. Bed seems to be spoiled by this incidenct, but that's Silver's problems. Si, that's her problems.

Ignoring invite to sit, En walked in different direction. Question... Last time I asked questions I got hit. Holding a long pause, she finally braves herself to ask.


"I've been thinking all this time." She pauses again.

"¿WHY



UNICORNS



ARE



EMPTY?"

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Silver just stood there, looking at Enma. The glass in her hand, while time stood still. Her mind racing to try to comprehend the limits of madness, or the lack thereof. There was only one answer to that dillema. Silver placed the glass slowly on the coffee table and picked up her handgun.

"Shame."

She replied while she loaded a new power cell into the gun.

"Shame."

Silver powered up the gun and aimed at Loyola.

"Shame."

And it clicked. Not the gun, are you guys mad? Loyola can't die, she's the star of the show. Without Loyola, Valdez is lost. If Valdez is lost, the Outcast Nation is done for. So drop the silly ideas and let's keep on. What clicked was an idea in the whisky fueled mind of Silver. She placed the gun back onto the coffee table and rose up from the couch, walking towards the garbage compactor. And there it still was.

That dead man's perfect ass.

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"Shame... Shame... Shame... Shame"

Echoes in her head again. It's not the first time Silver is pointing gun at her and if it was intented to kill her, it would already did. En also completely ignored the fact that her question is not replied. It's not like she expected to get it. She needed to ask it for herself in the first place. Maybe once pronounced, this question would be easier to answer in time.

En keep looking after Silver, as she went to the garbage compactor and looked at ass of that unknown guy. Silver seem to be fairly liked it, but hell... Her ass is way better. It's silly getting envy to a dead person, but she did.

"Estás tonta?!"

She quickly moved next to Silver, closing garbage compactor and exposing her own ass. This clear demonstration have to show who's better.

This dead guy needs to go completely so En's feelings can return back to normal.


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