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There was a familiar sound as Viatcheslav walked up, Angie beside the lumbering machine. As Alexandra turned to look at them, the machine suddenly lunged forward, snatching her by the neck and holding her above the ground. "Comrade Volkova...We were wondering when you would show up. Filthy traitor...."

The machine's hand tightened around her neck, cutting off the air from her lungs and rendering her unable to speak. She eventually passed out, Via's grip lessening so as not to kill her.

Together, they walked to the brig of the Trotsky, all the subordinate officers parting to let the duo pass. With an unconscious girl in the warbot's hand, no one was ready to ask questions.

The woman was deposited into a rather small cell, left in the corner like a piece of trash. Via stood outside, weapon raised just in case something happened. On the opposite side of the cell, Angie leaned against the wall, an orange in her hand. Her fingers expertly worked at the peel, depositing the rinds on the floor, awaiting Volkova to wake up.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"