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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[voidmath]

Well. No going back now. He's got to put down this anchor and take a new one.

Kujen laughs internally - slightly hysterically - as they tumble over, as the body finally vomits. It's disgusting, ignominious, crude. It's the perfect end to a bad mimic suicide hawk. He thinks he's won, and Kujen is happy to leave him wrecked and miserable, burning in his own stupid flames, like they all do.

I should have fucking known, he half-spits, half snarls. A crashhawk, no wonder he won't fall in line. Except for death, which no Kel can resist. That line is all yours.

He crawls Eiffel's body through the vomit, shoving the Engine Room key under the door of the empty cabin 20. It doesn't have to be hidden well, just out of the way until he can march Shen Wei's body down here and pick it up again. He drags the body into cabin 19, and pulls the door shut. He spends a few minutes wiggling, gets the taser trapped under his body weight, and shoves a finger down on the trigger. Then he slips out of the body, before the pants-shitting and burnt hair phase of operations.

[littletonoidea]

Eiffel loses time to the pain - he doesn't know how much, and he's not sure he wants to, just that at some point between the waves of pain and the breathless choking around it, the muscle spasms cause him to flail hard enough that the taser finally breaks contact with his skin, and he goes limp.

Then there's a ragged gasp, as his body remembers how to breathe, and he curls up on his side in a trembling mess as he chokes and coughs violently, smelling like smoke and literal shit and everything hurts.

No rest for the wicked, though. He's still shaking uncontrollably, he almost fumbles his communicator completely as he drags it out of his pocket and up to his face, and chokes his way through a very important call.