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- 2B crushed the globe in her palm, releasing the smoke that promised the world and swore it would deliver. Almost immediately, something felt wrong. Her vision fractured, high-fidelity optics pixelating and blurring dramatically, making it impossible to see anything more than a foot in front of her. Her weapons vanished, her pod whirring as its combat systems were disabled. Warning messages flashed into view over her glitching HUD as she stumbled away from the corpse and the shattered glass, groaning as she heard footsteps and voices amongst the popping of failing microphones in her ears.
- ERROR: Visual Sensors Abnormal
- ERROR: Close Combat FCS Down
- ERROR: Evade FCS Down
- ERROR: Ranged Combat FCS Down
- ERROR: Pod Programs Disabled
- ERROR
- ErROr
- ERRrr_rRrOo00OR
- 2B felt the cold metal of handcuffs shackle her wrists as forceful hands pushed her up against the wall. Voices said something in commanding tones, but her logic centers had been crippled and could hardly begin to understand what was being spoken. Vulnerable, bewildered, and silently terrified, 2B felt herself shoved this way and that as unknown figures forced her away from the scene of the crime, headed somewhere she couldn't possibly comprehend. All the while, 2B hid herself in a corner of her mind, barricaded behind walls of discipline and procedure to keep herself together amidst the stress and the fear, repeating a phrase over and over like a prayer of salvation.
- ***
- Sign Ups, Season 8, FreestyleKneepad
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