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- >Prisoners were rare.
- >Changelings seemed to have an undying devotion to their queen.
- >However, everyone in a while a wounded one would be captured.
- >That’s what happened not thirty minutes ago.
- >A small skirmish between a couple scouts and an overly aggressive patrol.
- >Apparently a round passed close enough to this one’s head to knock it down.
- >The rest is history; the drone is dragged into your tent by a couple of dusty scouts.
- >They toss him forward to you.
- >You crouch down and look it in the compound eye.
- “Howdy comrade!”
- >You motion behind you.
- “I’m something of a craftsmen you see, these are my tools.”
- >You have on a bandanna a ball peen hammer, your 1911, a pack of cigarettes, pair of pliers.
- “Oh, missing one!”
- >You pull out your knife and lay it next to them.
- “So, I’m certain you know that the endgame is coming up, you know, a final battle.”
- >You stop to take a cigarette out of the pack and light it, taking a drag before continuing.
- “Surely you must have some defensive plans?”
- >The changeling drone avoids your gaze; you grab it by the chin, forcing it to show its face.
- “Do you hear me?”
- >The drone flinches but otherwise doesn’t move.
- “Right then.”
- >You put your cigarette out in its eye, it tries to close it, but only succeeds in holding the
- >burning ash in place.
- “I hate wasting cigarettes. So still silent eh?”
- >You draw the pliers, but not before lighting yourself another cigarette.
- >You motion for the scouts to restrain the drone, they do.
- >You tap the drone on the cheek.
- “Looks like you got a loose bit of chitin, lemme help you.”
- >You grab it with the pliers and begin to pull, slowly.
- >The changeling lets out a whine. Then you rip it completely off.
- >The whine turns to a gasp, once it opens its mouth you grab a fang with the pliers.
- “You know you can end this.”
- >You pull the fang out.
- >The drone lets out a screech.
- “Love for the queen is strong then, eh?”
- >You draw the 1911 and put a round through its right knee.
- >The screech goes up several decibels.
- “You’ll life if we treat it. Would you like that?”
- >The changeling looks down.
- “That’s a yes then?”
- >You take out your lighter and hold it under the open wound.
- >The drone bucks and screeches, but the scouts hold it steady enough.
- >This goes on for almost a minute, just until the wound is cauterized.
- “Still nothing eh? That’s fine, this is a genocide campaign, no precision is needed. Just
- Brutality, nice, unrelenting brutality.”
- >You motion to the scouts to let go, they do.
- >The drone collapses, you waste no time and pin it under your boot.
- “Nice wings, do they grow back?”
- >You grab the wing and begin to pull.
- >The screeching starts again, you can feel the drones body giving way.
- >You can feel every chord of muscle and tendon slowly snap apart.
- >It finally gives with a ‘pop’.
- >The screeching turns to whining again.
- >You grab the ball peen hammer, kick the drone over, and proceed to methodically
- >Break each leg with the tiny hammer.
- >You stand and wipe you upper lip off.
- “You two, take him back to changeling territory, make sure he gets picked up.”
- >Good ol’ terror tactics.
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