Sounds Like Trouble

Delithita

"He's a what?!"

Her angered voice resounded through the halls of Fantasma's Ops sector.

"A Metagen Trojan."

"I do not believe you Maria! You let one of the enemy into our sanctum?!"

Del's outrage was quite evident. The young lady had quite the propensity for violent tantrums. Most people avoided her when she was in such a mood. She was most like Maria in the fact that, dogfighting with nuclear missiles seemed like a safer way to have fun.

"Xenogears is no different if you'll remember."

"Yes Xeno is different. She was captured and subverted. Her brain was not outright replaced!"

It was such in Fantasma colony, that only Del could weather Maria's anger, and vice-versa. They had been together the longest out of all, and at the start, they had had no choice but to get used to the emotional fury of the other. Everyone else took wiser and ran for deeper caverns.

"Now Del, you must realize I'm very careful about such..."

"What next? We going to go to Pluto and dig up the Big Toaster himself?"

Sobbing was heard. Del's. Her memories of the Antipode Colony falling before the Cybrid onslaught still haunting her to this day.

"What is his name?"

"Atlas."

"Where is he?"

"Herc Bay, refitting his HERC."

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Walking down the halls, her blind fury apparent, people scurried out of her way as if she were a Cybrid. Most people had long since learned to stay away from an angry ghost. Coming out into the HERC bay she spied her target. Walking with uncharacteristic speed she comes right up to him. Less than a few inches from his face, he stands taller than she, and looks emotionlessly back.

"You must be Delithita. Maria spoke of you."

A movement almost too quick to track and Del has a candle-gun shoved almost up his nose.

"I will take that as a yes. I am Atlas, it is ah, a pleasure to meet you finally."

"Get one thing straight toaster brain. You so much as blink to often and I paint the walls in brain matter grey with red to match. You copy? And if you so much as pass gas in my direction, I will be chasing you with a match to set it on fire. I hate everything you toasters stand for. I do not care if you are Metagen, purplegen or just plain crater dust. You will rue the day you met me should you even consider crossing us."

Steaming bright red with absolute rage she backs off, the gun still at his face, and shoots a hole in the floor less than an inch from his big toe. Having made her point she leaves with as much fury as she came in with.

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