He thought to himself about the coat, it was more of a soft golden leather... But, Nevertheless. He took off his coat and tossed it into the air. Twisting the hilt of his walking stick and drawing a blade about 3 feet long, slicing the coat into 4 pieces. Letting the fragments fall, he picked each rivet of clothing up and walked to the waste basket, dropping them in.
"My apologies for the clothing." He thought to himself again, and realized he was holding a blade. "Ah, again, apologies." He sheathed the blade back into its case and snapped the lock shut holding it tightly.
"Now, are there any other misdemeanors I may have committed? Or can we resume this talk?"
"Eh Dra Ypcahca Uv Tynghacc, Mekrd Bnajyemc."CLICKY!!!!!!!!!! In the Absense of Darkness, Light Prevails.
"Now what would deam me a spy Ma'am? My being here means only one thing, that I truly wish to join the revolution."
He stood fully erect for the first time, a determined look in his eyes. He wasnt about to be told that his being here was a lie, and that his arduous flight through each and every system leading him here was a waste.
He understood he could be killed here, and she clearly meant business. But if he was going to be thrown out or killed, it would be for him being useless to the coalition.
"I understand you are quite busy. I understand you have many sabatoures waiting to destroy your movement, your rightful revolution. I would be valuable to you Ma'am. I would be valuable to the brothers and sisters in arms already fighting for the coalition. This is where I wish to be."
He looked over his shoulder at the door, and again faced her.
"A spy would have killed you already. For I wouldnt have looked at an Insignia, I would have known you by face from intelligence, would I not?
That either makes me a bad spy. Or a misunderstood applicant."
"Eh Dra Ypcahca Uv Tynghacc, Mekrd Bnajyemc."CLICKY!!!!!!!!!! In the Absense of Darkness, Light Prevails.
She snapped her fingers, and a burly marine grabbed the hapless applicant. "Throw him out," she ordered.
"Da. Understood, Commissar." The marine heaved Hitoru forward and threw him headfirst into the wall next to the door.
"I sorry," he rumbled. "I miss." He scooped Hitoru up and threw him again, this time out the door into the corridor. The Kusari man landed in a crumpled, bloody heap.
Dazed and with a large gash, He pushed himself up from the ground outside. He wiped the blood and spat out a vile concoction of blood and spit. He wasnt about to give up.
He pushed himself up and looked in the door at the Huge Marine. He knew that punches and kicks or, even more insane, a grappling match, would never work. So he quickly thought up a counter to the size. Most likely being a full half more heavy then himself, only physics still worked in his advantage.
He Quick sprinted back to the door, and jumped, using both of his feet to kick the marine in the chest, Knocking him down onto the floor. Causing the marines own head to hit the Ground. "Ugh!" was the only sound out of him during the blow, along with a quick gasp as the wind was knocked out of him.
Kensai stood before to woman yet again, his hair matted with blood, a gash on his cheek bone, and a bloody smile.
"I really insist on talking to you."
"Eh Dra Ypcahca Uv Tynghacc, Mekrd Bnajyemc."CLICKY!!!!!!!!!! In the Absense of Darkness, Light Prevails.
"Ma'am. I am here. I am going to join this Revolution. Provided you atleast talk to me. I'm going to get thrown around, and beat up by every marine you throw at me. I'm going to fight back.
If I were to give up, then I have no right to be a member of the Coalition. No member of this revolution has given up. You have worked towards the same goal since humanity left sol. You will one day unify men and woman in a nation that works for the betterment of the whole.
No member of the Coalition would give up after being thrown out once. He or she would pick themselves up and fight harder for their cause. For our cause."
He prepared himself for another brutal toss, another fight. Every other marine in this room became a blockade to his goal, and therefore his enemy. An enemy of the Revolution. Of the Coalition. He would not allow himself to fall here without making his stand.
"Eh Dra Ypcahca Uv Tynghacc, Mekrd Bnajyemc."CLICKY!!!!!!!!!! In the Absense of Darkness, Light Prevails.
"You are an arrogant, self-righteous little worm. You have no place in the Coalition." She snapped her fingers and the Marine, who had gotten to his feet, grabbed Hitoru again and, once more, threw him face first into the wall.
"I sorry. I miss again." He scooped Hitoru up and stepped to the side... but stepped too far, and threw him face first into the other wall. There was an audible CRACK.
"Oh dear. Third miss. Please forgive aim of Boleslav." Boleslav picked Hitoru up again, and hurled him hard into the corridor. He slammed against the far wall, leaving a trail of blood as he slid down and landed on his head.
Bleeding.. most likely dying, he moved his fingers, then his toes. looking at the blood on the wall, on the floor through blurred eyes. He slid his arms to the sides... unable to get them under himself to make another attempt at standing.
"Maybe I have been arrogant, self-righ..teous.." He spat more blood, clearly not only his skull now had a crack in it, he must have cracked a rib on landing.
"But ..," he coughed ,"Am I wrong to want to do something for some-bodisss...," he slurred ," other than myshelf..."
"If...what I can be for the people...isnt good enough..I failed. But I can be better..I am better than this...this selfish greed..."
He breathed, coughing... not getting much air. He felt something not quite right with the crown of his skull, but he pushed through the pain... through his own suffering.
"I am not here bleeding for myself..."
He spat and closed his eyes.
"Eh Dra Ypcahca Uv Tynghacc, Mekrd Bnajyemc."CLICKY!!!!!!!!!! In the Absense of Darkness, Light Prevails.
"You are wrong for coming here with any sense of entitlement," she said coldly. "Strutting in here with your shiny jacket, putting your feet on the table, assaulting a Marine. You showed no respect. Therefore, we have no respect for you." One shot from the revolver, and Hitoru's skull, which may have been broken before, was now definitively beyond repair.
"Get someone to clean this up," she said to Boleslav, who nodded.
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