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Nothing like early afternoon sex. Raisa and Diri make their way into the room. Kind of. The door swings open and they come tumbling through but they're in the process of trying to remove each other's clothing which has caused a few stares in the hallway. The female's jacket goes flying towards the unmade bed but she still has her gunbelt on, usually hidden beneath her bulky outer layers. Not paying the least bit of attention to anything that may already be waiting for them inside.
"Ahem." When Raisa and Dirionis make it close to the bed, that's the one sound that doesn't belong to them. Just a simple, polite clearing of throat to catch their attention. It might alert them to Tracy, the woman still wearing her coat, but she has a shiny pulse rifle aimed at the both of them. And since one person can possibly have a hard time pointing a gun at a couple, another joins in, the bulk of Charlie quietly closing the door behind him, the ca-click timing with the readying of his weapon. There's a fifth person in the room, but she's sitting very quietly against a wall, empty eyes staring at nothing. Guess who. "Ahem."
"Ehh...Hem." Diri mimics, his face saying it all. Fuck. The merc raises hands up just a little bit, eyeing both gun toters and then finally Franceza. A grim sort of frown as he looks to Raisa, then Tracy. "Okay, Tracy. What do you want. Revenge? What is this."
The interruption does not seem to please Raisa in the least bit. One hand slides down towards one of the guns but seems to think better of it and instead lifts her hands clear. The Lunite's gaze focuses everywhere but on Franceza.
"Nuh-uh-uh," Tracy singsongs to Raisa, a smug smile curling her lips, "Be a dear, unhook that belt, drop it to the floor, kick it to Franny. And you," she switches to Dirionis, "Likewise. Of /course/ it's revenge you idiot, d'you think I'd go through this much trouble to settle a gambling debt? So tell me, just how are you liking my little plan so far..."
"Not so much, to be honest." Diri deadpans, eyes looking from Raisa to Franceza. "Then let them go. They ain't got shit to do with this." The merc eyes the man at the door, then Tracy in front of him. "I was fuckin' followin' orders in the militia. I didn't even fire the shot. Listen, i'm sorry it turned out like it did. But this ain't right."
"You can't honestly think that this is going to work out for you," Raisa says coolly. Her hands work at her belt and she very grumpily tosses it over to Franceza. First time she looks in the woman's direction. "How can you sit there and let them try to hurt him," she asks angrily. "That woman is going to /kill/ him and you're going to do nothing. Obviously you didn't ever care about him." The Lunite tries to inch in front of Diri to place herself between him and Tracy.
While Charly takes it on himself to tsk Raisa back to where she was standing, him with a clear shot at her, Tracy with a clear shot at Dirionis, the woman raises her voice sharply, "You left us there TO DIE! Last fuckin' thing my uncle heard was your voice you asshole, you just up and left us there to choke! I was the only one to make it out there in time, took me /years/ to figure out who and what and when I finally got my answers, I got rifted to this forsaken universe. And guess what... Still riding my luck wave Callot, ain't I, my pet." She ruffles Franceza's hair, the spacer not picking up the belt at her feet, empty eyes still staring. "My finest hour."
Dirionis isn't having Raisa step in front of the gun. One hand is set on her hip gently, stopping her progress. "Raisa." He says softly, shaking his head just a touch. As he listens to Tracy he swallows back hard, eyeing the situation with wariness. Thump thump thump thump. Diri breathes calmly despite the adrenaline racing through his veins. "Your reactor was goin' critical...There was nothin' we could do." He watches Tracy carefully
Raisa growls in Charlie's direction, eyes narrowing. "I'm not going to let you hurt him," she promises. "Don't listen to a word that bitch says, Diri. Don't let her get into your head. She's fucking insane. Look at all she's done for this. She's hurt more than just you. She's hurt me. She's hurt Nix. Who knows how many countless others."
"There was enough you could've done," Tracy says, quietly, eyes narrowed in hatred, the kind that has been burning for quite a while. "He's earned his, you little bitch," she tells Raisa then, "And I ain't letting my moment get taken away from me, not after all the trouble I went through." Back to Diri, "Must admit, I had such a blast tormenting you, and you bought every fuckin' moment of it," quick shift to his girlfriend, "He really is that easy y'know," back to Mr. Lova Lova, "Every fuckin' moment, right from the day we staged her rift. Beautiful."
That comment hits Dirionis like a brick wall. Despite his best efforts to hold back his emotion, raw anger and pain evident behind blue eyes. "You...You fuckin' bitch." He spits out, one fist clenching just a touch. The realization that this all was intentional rocks his world, and he stares in disbelief.
Whatever plan Raisa was formulating, she puts on hold to move to Diri's side, taking a hold of his hand. "Love," she intones quietly. Her free hand rests on his shoulder as she shoots Tracy a dark look. She then glances to Franceza. "Are you even listening to what she's saying. She /used/ you to hurt Diri. Yeah, she's brainwashed you something pretty fierce but how can you let her hurt him like this. You loved him and he loved you. Don't let her do this."
It's the look on Diri's face really that brings out the laughter with Tracy, the woman delighted in seeing his shock, apparently a reward in and of itself, "Oh you never saw that coming? Flatterer. You fuckin' moron, fallin' head over heels with a clone, just a stupid, soulless clone. So. Damn. Easy. ANd you never figured out we played you, not even when we 'rifted' her back out, not even when we gave you the craziest, most impossible hallucinations! Of which you got a taste as well dear," she switches to Raisa, "Tell me, did you enjoy my little gift? Really should learn not to stick your nose into my business. Making him happy, you little twit, what were you thinking!" And almost as in afterthought, she touches Franceza's hair again, singsongs, "Franny, pick up the gun hon."
Dirionis is speechless. He knows his emotion gives her joy, but its far beyond that point. He's quaking with anger, hands clenched until their white. "All of this....All of this because your shit uncle couldn't fly away rather than get blown up for some space junk." He glances at Charlie, then Tracy, then Franceza. His head falls just a bit.
"Diri, stay with me," Raisa whispers. "Come on. I need you." Her fingers tighten around his hand. "Franceza!" she snaps at the woman. "You're more than just a mindless clone. My people came from clones but we aren't mindless or without our own emotions and feelings. You /love/ Diri. You proved that when you walked away from Tracy to come with me to find Diri. You can't forget that. He needs you right now. Or we're both gonna die."
"Give it up," Tracy eyerolls at Raisa, "Y'really think I just made a clone, had use for free will? Ain't never done the getting even thing ever have you." She snorts, watches for a moment when Franceza picks up the gun, then, with a victorious smile at Dirionis, she murmurs, "Va il raduno il vostro creatore." To which the spacer rises, takes a few steps forwards, faces the pair by the bed and lifts the gun to her head, still with the vacant eyes. "She does this so well, I've read," Tracy gloats. Franceza squeezes the trigger.
Diri yells out her name in the last final moments, eyes locked on Franceza. He closes his eyes as her blood spackles onto his face. Time seems to slow for the merc. When his eyes open, there is a brief moment of peace. He rushes forward, his hand trailing Franceza's arm as he streaks forward. His hand collects the pistol she had used, and one leg kicks him forward to a diving tackle of Tracy, his free hand reaching to grab her weapon and avert it. She does the same, a struggle mounting. Guns shift back and forth, the rifle falling to the ground. The pistol ends up in Tracy's hand, and three shots echo throughout the room, the woman firing point blank into the Lunite. Two through the chest. One hits the wall behind him. He winces in pain, but defiantly grasps the pistol from her, putting it into her chest. Another loud -pop- as he returns the favor, before slouching back, breathing heavily and falling back against the room wall, sliding to a seated positon.
Raisa stands frozen for a moment as Franceza ends her own life but when Diri goes one way, she goes the other, heading towards Charlie. Doesn't bother the Lunite that he towers over her. Instead, she aims a quick jab followed by a roundhouse kick toward his face. As the shots ring out, she flinches but keeps her eyes focused on her own man until he's down.
Maybe Charlie got lazy, depending too much on his size with the added bonus of a gun, but simply put, he doesn't stand a chance against Raisa, the kick hitting him squarely in the throat, causing severe damage to his windpipe which is why the big mass of him falls to his knees, hands to his throat, gasping for air that doesn't want to go down. Somewhere in the process, he dropped his gun, bulging eyes staring up at the Lunite in utter, panicky confusion. On the other side of the room, past the crumpled, bleeding form of clone-Franceza Tracy groans in pain, clutching her chest, feebly trying to stop the bleeding, coughing up a bit of the blood slowly pooling in her lungs. Still, somehow, she manages to bark a laugh.
Diri's eyes fall closed, leaned against the wall...Time seems to fade and distort. His breaths jut out irregularly and chopped, desperate for air. He's in his own world right now.
"Diri....Diri wake up sweetie. Where're we going today?" The sound of a mother rising a young child.
"The Zoo!" A young Lunite boy exclaims with excitement.
"And who's going to be with us?" The mother's voice comes.
"Daddy!" Young Diri says with triumph.
In reality, the merc gains a small smile. His head, bloody in the back (probably due to a richochet) tilts just a bit to the left, rested against the wall. He slips further into the flashback.
A news report. A clean cut Lunite speaking through the holo, "A serious accident in one of the Lovell mining corporations latest projects has left twelve dead. Amongst the victims are..." Names go by without a care. "Jacob Callot."
"Mom," A slightly older Diri says, turning off the holo. "It's still playin' on the news..."
Back to reality. Dirionis' hues open for a moment, looking around. The pistol slips from his hand. Each breath is a labor, each heartbeat hard to earn. "..Rai...Rai.." He mutters out. Eyes close.
"RECRUITS!" A voice barks out, "Salvage mission. Shinadrin drift, Avernus Cluster. Get to it." A ship approaching the ion engines. A misfire.
"My name's Jim Fargon..."
"Can't say I wouldn't've done the same. That aside, your all bastards."
"Rubble and dust."
Dirionis shakes himself awake weakly, half opened eyes looking around the room. He chokes out a little blood from his mouth.
"I SWEAR TO THE PROPHET, I CANNOT GET A DAMN DRINK AND GET SOME PEACE AND QUIET." shouts an angry red-haired woman at the sound of gunshots being fired. "Hey! -HEY-! Open the goddamn door, Pyracani Militia. I don't need a permission!" Indeed, she gives the wait a handful of seconds before a booted foot is slammed against the door, pistol in hand.
It's... a bad sight in the small room at the moment. At the door is a large man named Charlie who is currently gasping for air while dealing with a crushed windpipe. Dirionis is leaning up against the wall, bleeding from two chest wounds. Clone-Franceza has blown her brains all over the wall and Tracy is also bleeding from a chest wound. Raisa is the only one who seems to still be moving and breathing but as soon as Charlie is down, she turns to look for Diri, all color draining from her face. "Diri! Diri, come on, stay with me," she says, scrambling across the blood slickened floor to his side. Hands press down hard to try and staunch the bleeding. "Don't you dare leave me, you jackass," she whispers.
As Sirias enters the room, the Lunite woman looks up. "Call for help," she shouts. "He needs a doctor, right now."
As far as Sirias can enter, the bulk of now purple Charlie blocking the door. Tracy spits out a little more blood, manages around wheezing and groaning, "You deserved every ounce if misery I gave you, you fucking' asshole. See you in hell."
Dirionis refocuses his eyes, not wasting one moment looking towards Tracy. He's looking up at Raisa. He leans forward just a little bit. "Close your ears, babe." He whispers out, one hand cuffing over Raisa's gunside ear, and he lifts the pistol, firing into Tracy's head. "Babe," He whispers after. "I love..." The pistol slides from his hand to the ground. "I love you so much," Diri chokes out. His lids fall, rise. One hand cradles behind his head, coming back wet with blood. Diri's blue eyes look up at Raisa. "I'm...I'm so sorry." His breathing slows to meager, spaced breaths.
Sirias was more than ready to shoot someone, special forces training kicking in when entering a possible gunfight. Seeing the amount of carnage in the room, for a moment all she can think about is how it's going to be a bitch and a half to get all those stains out of the drapes. Frowning, he looks down at Raisa, then at the other two deadites, and Diri slowly slipping away. "Well, that's just great." Her free hand taps the commlink curled around her ear. "This is Magiah Thorn, ID number 422095... We need a bus at the Bull and Hawk. Four vic, one DOA, three other hangin' on. Hurry it up." she says, in the process of kicking weapons away from hands, just in case. "You do realize what this looks like," she asides over her shoulder at Raisa. Then blame. "Goddamnit...." sighing, she taps her commlink again. "Make that two DOA's. And bring a few cops with you, since I just witnessed a goddamn murder."
Franceza, Charlie and Tracy all are very dead by now.
"Diri, don't leave me," Raisa begs, keeping pressure on the wounds. "Come on, help is on its way. Just hang in there. Keep your eyes open. Focus on me." She's babbling at this point, repeating herself, doing whatever it takes to try and keep the male Lunite breathing. Sirias is ignored for the time being.
"Gonna need a forensics bus here too. And somebody call the owner and tell them what the hell happened here." Sirias continues in her speaking with the authorities. "I can't place your man under arrest, I'm not a cop, but I can tell you right now that someone here is getting thrown jail until this gets sorted out." Not having the training to go over a crime scene, she doesn't touch a damn for the time being, but she will let Raisa try to keep Diri alive. "Holy fuck, -move-." she grunts, leaning down to put pressure on Diri's wounds. "Get ahold of yourself. Crying isn't gonna keep him alive."
"Babe..." Diri breathes out, one hand set on her arm weakly. "Babe." Diri says as firmly as he can. He looks into her eyes, bottom lip trembling just slightly. He shakes his head slowly, meaningfully. She must know what he means. He wipes away the blood on his lip weakly, takes her hand in his own, and kisses it sweetly. "I love you...I love you...I love..." His voice loses the air behind it, cutting off into a raspy, desperate plee. As Sirias reaches him, its too late. Blue eyes close and he leans his head back against the wall, body going still.
As he slumps his head back against the wall, the sickening wound in the back of his head is shown, probably caused by a one bounce ricochet.
When Diri breathes out his last breath, Raisa just leans back, staring down at her hands, now covered in blood. No reactions. Just numb silence.
Sirias can hear the sirens nearby, growing closer. "Well...shit." she utters hoarsely. The clamoring of footsteps scrambling downstairs. "Up here!" she calls through the doorway. For all the help it's going to do. Standing up, she'll let the real professionals handle this.