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seotechexpert12131 · 1 year ago

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Unleashing Excitement: Exploring the World of Gel Blasters

In the realm of recreational shooting, gel blasters have swiftly carved out a niche as an engaging and safe alternative to traditional firearms. These realistic-looking guns shoot soft gel balls, offering enthusiasts a thrilling experience without the hazards associated with airsoft or paintball. Let's delve into the captivating world of gel blasters, delving into their mechanics, appeal, and why they're gaining popularity among shooting enthusiasts.

1. Introduction to Gel Blasters

Gel blasters, also known as gel ball shooters or gelsoft guns, have rapidly gained popularity as a recreational shooting activity. Originating in Asia, gel blasters have gained traction worldwide due to their realism and safety features. These guns closely resemble real firearms but shoot soft, water-based gel balls instead of traditional ammunition.

2. How Gel Blasters Work

Gel blasters utilize various mechanisms, including spring-loaded, electric, or gas-powered systems, to propel soft gel balls at high speeds. These gel balls are made from a water-absorbent polymer and are biodegradable, ensuring minimal environmental impact. Gel blasters come in a variety of models, ranging from pistols to rifles, each offering unique features and performance characteristics.

3. Safety and Enjoyment

One of the primary advantages of gel blasters is their safety profile. The soft gel balls used as projectiles disintegrate upon impact, significantly reducing the risk of injury or property damage. This makes gel blasters suitable for players of all ages, providing a safe and enjoyable shooting experience without the need for protective gear or specialized facilities.

4. The Thrill of Gel Blasting

Gel blasters offer an immersive and adrenaline-pumping experience for enthusiasts. Whether engaging in mock combat scenarios, target shooting, or participating in organized events, gel blasters provide endless opportunities for excitement and camaraderie. The realism of gel blasters, combined with the tactile feedback of firing gel balls, creates an immersive experience that keeps players coming back for more.

5. Community and Culture

The gel blaster community is a vibrant and inclusive one, comprising players of all ages and backgrounds who share a passion for the sport. From casual backyard skirmishes to organized tournaments and events, there are plenty of opportunities for enthusiasts to connect, compete, and share their love of gel blasting. Online forums, social media groups, and local clubs serve as hubs for the community to exchange tips, organize meetups, and showcase their latest gear and modifications.

6. Customization and Personalization

One of the most appealing aspects of gel blasters is the ability to customize and personalize them according to individual preferences. Enthusiasts can upgrade their blasters with aftermarket parts, accessories, and cosmetic enhancements, allowing for a unique and personalized shooting experience. From tactical attachments and optics to custom paint jobs and performance upgrades, the customization options are virtually limitless, enabling players to express their creativity and style on the battlefield.

Conclusion

Gel blasters offer a safe, exciting, and immersive shooting experience for enthusiasts of all ages. With their realistic design, safety features, and customization options, gel blasters continue to gain popularity among recreational shooters worldwide. Whether you're a seasoned enthusiast or new to the hobby, gel blasters provide a thrilling way to experience the excitement of shooting without the risks associated with traditional firearms.

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sumankundu · 6 months ago

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worldfashion · 2 years ago

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The Sensory Delight: Exploring the Fun and Fascination of Orbeez Guns

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When it comes to engaging and entertaining toys, Orbeez guns have captured the imagination of both children and adults alike. These fascinating devices shoot tiny, squishy, water-absorbing beads called Orbeez, creating a unique sensory experience. In this article, we'll dive into the world of Orbeez guns, exploring their appeal, how they work, and the joy they bring to playtime.

Endless Fun with Orbeez: Orbeez guns offer a world of sensory delight, transforming playtime into an immersive experience. The small, colorful beads start off as tiny pellets, but when submerged in water, they expand and transform into soft, bouncy balls. This transformation alone adds an element of fascination and anticipation to the play experience.

Orbeez gun come in various designs, from handheld blasters to larger water guns, allowing for creative and imaginative play scenarios. Whether engaging in a friendly backyard battle or simply experiencing the tactile pleasure of shooting Orbeez, these toys provide hours of endless fun.

How Do Orbeez Guns Work? The mechanics behind Orbeez guns are relatively simple yet effective. Each Orbeez gun features a loading mechanism where the beads are inserted into a chamber. By submerging the chamber in water, the Orbeez begin to absorb the liquid, growing in size and becoming pliable.

Similarly, Soft bullet guns, Gel Blasters and Gel Blaster pistols are famous.

Once the Orbeez have expanded, the gun is ready to fire. A simple trigger mechanism releases the pressurized water, propelling the Orbeez out of the gun. The result is a mesmerizing spray of soft, squishy projectiles that add a unique tactile experience to playtime.

Exploring Sensory Benefits: Orbeez guns not only offer entertainment value but also provide sensory benefits. The texture and sensation of the Orbeez beads can help stimulate tactile exploration and fine motor skills in children. Squeezing, squishing, and feeling the beads can provide a calming and therapeutic effect.

Furthermore, the visual appeal of the vibrant, colorful beads adds an element of visual stimulation. Watching the Orbeez fly through the air or bounce off surfaces can be visually captivating and engaging.

Safety Considerations: While Orbeez guns provide a fun play experience, it is important to prioritize safety. It is essential to ensure that the Orbeez beads used are non-toxic and made specifically for this purpose. Following the manufacturer's guidelines, including age recommendations and usage instructions, is crucial to ensure safe and enjoyable play.

Additionally, adult supervision is advisable, especially for younger children, to prevent misuse or accidental ingestion of the Orbeez beads.

Conclusion

Orbeez guns have captivated the hearts and imaginations of both young and old, offering a unique sensory experience that combines visual, tactile, and imaginative play. These toys provide endless hours of fun, allowing children and adults to engage in creative play scenarios while experiencing the delight of shooting and feeling the squishy Orbeez beads. With proper safety precautions in place, Orbeez guns can be a wonderful addition to playtime, providing a mesmerizing and entertaining adventure for all.

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m416gelblaster · 2 years ago

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sportsgunindia · 4 years ago

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tactoysshop-blog · 6 years ago

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happytroopers · 5 years ago

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Day 3: Betrayal

i’ve never written for slick before!!

surprise, you don’t die in this one!!

This one does get a little long- and I’m planning a part two

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Being a nurse in the 501st wasn’t easy, sometimes when you were frustrated you swore that they always assigned the most reckless troopers to this legion. Between General Skywalker(who sometimes you thought just tried to see if something could kill him) and Captain Rex- who was always beside Skywalker when the Jedi attempted something ridiculous- Regardless, you enjoyed your job. You were making a difference in this forsaken war.

That’s what got you stuck on Cristsophsis. The republic wasn’t exactly losing the battles- but there were too many near misses for your comfort. For example, in a sneak attack earlier that day, separatists cut Republic forces off in a way that look suspiciously like they knew you were there. They’re ambush left you knee-deep in injured troopers.

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*a few hours earlier, before the Jedi, Cody, and Rex, arrived*

“You’re being careful, right?” Your mother’s grainy voice glitched over the call. The signal wasn’t even good enough for a hologram- but even just hearing her voice made the rough day a little better. You smiled fondly, closing your eyes and imagining her sitting at her kitchen table, and breathed a small laugh.

“Yes, mom. I’m always careful. Besides, I’m not even in combat this time. Just waiting for the boys to get back, and then they’ll set me to work.” You assured her. She sighed on the other side of the line.

“Speaking of boys, Where’s that boy you’re always talking about?” She teased, you didn’t have to see her to know she was smirking. You blushed.

“Mom! I can’t talk about that here! He could get in trouble.” You scolded, checking over your shoulder for any listening ears. You only found Slick smirking by the door. He jerked his head back, telling you everyone was back. “They just got back Mom, I gotta go.”

“Well, your father’s gonna be sad he missed your call. Be careful honey, I love you.” She sighed sadly, the worry leaking back into her voice. You smiled sadly, she always hated goodbyes.

“Give him my love. I love you too. Bye for now.” You nodded, clicking the off button. Slick came behind you, kissing the top of your head and placing his hands on your shoulders as you fiddled with the signal transponder. “I can never get these things to turn off.”

“Here, I got it for you. They need you in the medical bay.” He offered, letting you out of the chair. You stood up, stretching to peck his lips. He seemed tense.

“It was bad, wasn’t it? You alright?” You questioned as you shrugged on your work coat. He didn’t answer, just smiled softly.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you, sweetheart. Better get going. I’ll meet up with you later.” He told you, motioning you out. Your eyebrows crinkled but you nodded, smiling softly at him- but he was already turned around working on the transponder.

You could tell something was wrong but decided it would have to wait. So with a last worried glance, you stepped out into the corridor. Deciding the medics and medical droids were probably overwhelmed, you broke into a jog once you turned the corner- nearly running into General Kenobi (who was being trailed by General Skywalker, Commander Cody, and Captain Rex).

“Sorry, sirs.” You politely apologized, moving aside before resuming your journey. You could feel General Kenobi’s eyes on you.

“It’s alright.” He called after you, but you had already turned another corner.

Finally, You slowed to a stop as you entered the bustling med bay. A medic immediately ushered you to a medical bench, explaining as he went.

“They were ambushed. Damn seppies were basically waiting on us.” He growled, “All the critical injuries are being taken care of, but so many of our guys got-”

“Got it. I’m good. Just get me a patient.” You smiled assuredly. The medic- with a tattoo peeking out of his armor’s neckpiece- nodded, motioning for an all too familiar soldier to stumble towards you.

“Gus- is there ever going to a mission where you don’t pay me a visit afterward?” You scolded, sitting him down. He peeled off his helmet to reveal a mischievous grin.

“Why break tradition?” He winced as his wrist flopped with his hand gesture, “I think you’d miss me too much.”

You couldn’t help but smile fondly, “You’re so full of it. Give me your hand, it’s clearly bothering you.”

“Anything for the Sarge’s girl.”

You rolled your eyes. Gus was a close friend, one of Slick’s men. Gus, along with Chopper, Punch,Jester, and Sketch, had become your closest friends. There was rarely a time that you weren’t with at least one of them- or with Slick. They very happily adopted you as a sisterly- occasionally motherly- influence on the group. To your amusement (and sometimes annoyance), they often as protective of you as Slick. They were your best friends- basically your second family.

And you had Slick to thank for that. Even before you started dating, he was always so nice to you. Checking up on you after a battle- or at least sending one of the boys if he was busy. On the rare occasion, you were in combat, he tried his best to keep an eye on you. He always offered a seat at dinner, walked you home from 79′s. The whole nine yards. You loved him more than life itself.

“Yeah, you sprained it pretty good. I’ll get you a bacta patch to wear overnight under a brace. That should fix that if you’ll go easy on it.” You explained, gloved hand holding the swollen wrist as you rubbed bacta gel on it. Then you looked up to his face, he had a blooming bruise on his temple and it was crusted with dried blood. Gus followed your eyes, smiling to put you at ease.

“Yeah, clanker got me pretty good there, huh?” He joked, tilting his head so you could see it better.

“Kriff, Gus.” You muttered, dabbing at the wound before reprimanding him. “No wonder you’re stumbling around, you probably have a concussion. You’ve got to be more careful!”

He smiled at you, “Yes, ma’am.”

That only earned him rolling eyes as you checked- which proved what you thought. A mild concussion.

“Alright, grab an ice pack and mild pain reliever on your way out. I’ll come by the barracks with the brace later, it’ll take me a while to find one. Go drink some water and, afterwards, get some rest.” You ordered as he stood up.

“You give orders almost as good as the Sarge.” He joked as he began to walk away. Another trooper was already ushered to your bench.

“Just go.” You smirked, already starting the patch up for the next trooper- a shiny with a rather unfortunate facial tattoo. As you worked, you noted that Gus didn’t seem near as tense- something was definitely bothering your lover.

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With the other ten civilian nurses, five medics, and fifteen medical droids, you worked through every sprained wrist, mild concussion, a fractured rib, busted lip, and every other injury that walked into your medical bay. It had taken two hours, but you were finally done for the moment. Until your next shift- but that was plenty far away, plenty of time to eat, shower, and sleep, you thought happily, as you cleaned up your area.

Leaning over to pick up some dropped gloves, you sighed disdainfully at your other find. A dc-18 pistol discarded under the bench- definitely Gus’s based on the painted patterns on the grip. You’d give it to him when you gave him the brace, you decided, checking the safety before tucking it in your waistband.

So, ever so tiredly, you made your way to the mess hall- idly daydreaming about Slick sneaking into your quarters that night to cuddle, which he usually did after a battle. When you finally made it, they were already shut down for the night- much to your disdain. A little irritated, you decided to just go straight to Slick’s men’s barracks, maybe one of them would have some snacks.

So you shuffled towards the barracks, ready to just hang out with the boys until Slick got done for the night. Then you could check in on him, and hopefully get some quality time with the Sargent.

As you walked in, head hung in exhaustion, you fished the pistol out of your waistband. To your surprise, the barracks door slid open flooding the corridor with yelling.

“There’s no way she could do something like this!”- that was Punch

“Now if you all calm down, I’m sure we can figure something out.” - that was Slick, you’d know that voice anywhere.

Cody and Rex were standing in the middle of it, trying to regain control of the situation.

“(Y/N) loves this battalion, and she’s loyal to the republic. You’re wrong!” - Gus, who looked ready to fight

“Gus, you need to calm down, they’re only doing their job.” Slick answered him. Your eyebrows furrowed, what were they accusing you of?

“Sarge, that’s your girl! How are you so calm about this?”- Jester asked incredulously.

“There’s no way she’d hurt any of like that!”- that was Chopper.

Finally, you had enough of the yelling so you shouted, “What the hell is going on here?”

Every trooper in the room snapped their head to you, Cody and Rex immediately pointing their own weapons at you, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) drop the blaster.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, immediately following the orders, “Gus left this in the medical wing! I brought it back with the brace he needed! What’s going on?”

Rex kicked the blaster away while Cody rushed forward to restrain you while hissing, “How much, how much did they pay you to sell information?”

Your mind was racing only, mouth gaping as you tried to process the information, “Sir, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about!”

“You’re a civilian, you left a comm running after a personal call, we know you’re the mole,” Rex explained, handing Cody a pair of cuffs. Your eyes widened, immediately seeking out Slick’s.

“No, no, you have to believe me, I wouldn’t do something like this!” You frantically assured them, panic rising up.

“Go easy on her!”

“She’s not resisting!”

“Sarge, there has to be something else.”

You heard three voices but were so shellshocked you couldn’t find the troopers who said them. All their worried faces blurred together. Then there was the angry faces- Rex, Cody, and a few of the scattered troopers who watched disdainfully.

Your eyes were moving so fast, as your panic rose. Your breathing was frantic, and suddenly Slick was in front of you- eerily calm, “(Y/N), we’ll figure this out- you don’t have to say anything yet.”

“Slick?” Your voice was quiet and broken as Cody and Rex pulled you away. “Slick, I didn’t- I wouldn’t-”

You expected him to follow you- he never let you go through anything alone. But he didn’t just stayed still with his men, watching you get pulled away. Tears pricked your eyes, why wouldn’t he come with you? Why wasn’t he helping you?

“(Y/L/N), come on.” Cody warned, so you finally stopped dragging your feet as the door slid shut- cutting you off from your family, cutting you off from Slick.

How could he just leave you?

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Five minutes later you were handcuffed to a table in an interrogation room. You were anxious, hungry, and tired.

Ten minutes later they had turned the air down. You were shivering, wishing they’d just come in and talk to you.

Fifteen minutes later and your tears began to spill over. How could they think you betrayed them? You had given so much for the Republic. Where was Slick? He left you alone- surely he knew you were innocent.

Twenty minutes later your head was resting on the table when the door was sliding open.

Cody and Rex walked in, eyes narrowed in on you. Under other circumstances, how terrible you looked would have been comical- but you couldn’t muster the energy for anything other than sad eyes.

“(Y/L/N), can you tell us where you're from again?” Cody asked, standing across from the table you were cuffed to. Your voice was scratchy as you answered.

“3rd level coruscant born and raised. My family still lives there. I-”

Rex interrupted you, “And why did you leave a comm channel open in the communications room- right before us and the generals came back to discuss the battle? You seemed in an awful hurry when you ran into us.”

You stammered your answers.

“I-i-I uh,” You paused to collect yourself, “I don’t know if you remember it, but I received clearance from Commander Cody to make a personal call. You can trace it if you want- it was too my mother on Coruscant, a family friend is sick in the hospital.”

“That doesn’t explain why you left the comm open and running. Like a spy.” Cody chimed in. You snapped your gaze to him, wringing your hands.

“Slick came in to tell me that they needed me in the medical bay. It always takes me so long to figure out how to shut them down. So he offered to shut it down for me, so I left him in there and went to the medical bay. Then I ran into you.” You explained. Cody and Rex shared a look, and you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad thing.

“And why come armed to the barracks?” Cody asked, sitting down. You bitterly laughed, wiping your hands over your face.

“That was a misunderstanding, I swear. Gus was in the medical bay, he carries a dc-18 pistol, it must have fallen out of his holster when I was caring for him. I sent him for food and rest, and didn’t find the blaster until after I was done with my shift. I was already coming to give him a brace for his wrist, so I figured it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to bring it to him on my way.” You stumbled through that explanation.

“And your relationship to Sargent Slick? One of his men called you ‘his girl’.” Rex asked, watching you carefully- seeing your cheeks reddened.

“I suppose you could say we’re an item. Have been for two months now. If this is about the relationship- I know of at least thirteen other civilian/soldier affairs.” Your eyes flitted to Captain Rex, who you knew for a fact was with an engineer that worked on the resolute. “We keep each other sane during the bad times.”

The last statement was barely above a whisper. Cody and Rex shared another look, “Have you noticed anything odd about then men? You spend more time among them and some of them are more comfortable around you than us.”

You noted this was the first question not about you, but were grateful for the change in topic, “Oh, uh, most of the men are just frustrated with the battles on this planet- I guess the ambushes make sense if you’re accusing me of being a mole. But some are more tense than others.”

“Like who?” Rex pressed.

“Well, I know he can’t be involved, but something’s been bothering Slick since he got back.” You answered, “And of course the medics are in a tizzy- these attacks aren’t easy on the men as you know.”

“We’ll be back.”

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They came back after fifteen minutes, uncuffing you, “What you said, checks out. We’re sorry for the false accusations.”

Despite the frustration, Rex’s apology at least seemed sincere. Cody helped you up and motioned you out, where Slick was waiting for you.

“Back to square one.” Cody muttered as they left the two of you.

“Maybe not.” Was the last you heard of Rex as they turned a corner.

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” Slick asked. You whipped around to him with a glare.

“No thanks to you.” You hissed, walking away. The exhaustion, fear, anxiety, and hunger had formed into anger. And it was all directed at Slick- he didn’t do anything to help you.

“(Y/N), you know that’s not fair. They’re my Commanding officers, I can’t argue with them.” He tried, following you and placing a warm hand on your still cold shoulder. “Sweetheart, you’re freezing.”

“Yeah, that’s how they make you talk in an interrogation room.” You growled, ripping your shoulder away “Don’t change the subject. You didn’t have to argue, but you hand me over like a.. like a.. like a sacrifice. Gus, Chopper, and Sketch were more helpful than you.”

“(Y/N),” he grabbed your arm, whipping you towards him, just strong enough of a hold so you couldn’t get away. You gave him a warning glare, and he dropped your arm, “I let them take you because I knew you were innocent- they wouldn’t find anything on you. Sweetheart, I know you’re angry and I’ll contact you once I’ve gotten everything in order.”

With that he breezed away, leaving you again. Contact me... Find anything on me... like a sacrifice.

Slowly everything clicked. Your heart stung with betrayal. Were you not enough for him? What did the separatists give him that could be worth this?

But none of those questions mattered. You knew how he was thinking- and you knew what you had to do.

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This is way longer than it had to be, but I enjoyed thinking about the 501st from a different angle. I’ve never written for Slick (honestly I think I like Chopper, Gus, and Sketch even more)

#Slick

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ariadnelives · 6 years ago

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Chapter 14 -- The Tables, Turned

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“Yeah,” Prescott muttered blearily, “she's not coming back.”

“Shut. Up.” The red-robed acolyte insisted, jabbing him in the back with a pistol. “Keep moving.”

“Hey! Watch it!” Prescott slurred, “I need medical attention!”

“You're going to need more if you don't keep your mouth shut,” the acolyte growled.

The three prisoners were marched down a long corridor and finally shackled into several antique chairs in a dusty room that reminded Ariadne of her childhood home. She was sure that the chairs in the dining room of Ramos Manor didn't have manacles built into the armrests, but otherwise they were shockingly similar.

Prescott's bleeding hand was given some rudimentary bandaging and the three of them were left to sit together while they waited for whoever was coming to interrogate them.

Their weapons were laid out carefully on a table in the corner next to the backpack containing Ariadne's cybernetic legs. A single Acolyte watched them intently from another chair, sans manacles, between the weapons and themselves.

“Do you have a plan?” Pilar whispered to Ariadne.

“You have been told to shut up,” the acolyte reminded them.

“I do, but you have to be quiet and don't blow it.” Ariadne whispered back.

“What are you two talking about over there?” The guard asked, and stood up.

As soon as he'd made it to his feet, he immediately collapsed into a heap on the floor. Behind him, Ariadne's four mechanical legs clumsily held her weapon, aiming it at approximately where the acolyte's head had recently been.

“Is he…?” Pilar asked cautiously.

“No, if I did it right he should just be unconscious for about half an hour.”

Prescott gave a delirious chuckle. “How did…!?” This was about as articulate as he knew how to be.

“The legs have a telepathic sensor, they respond to my—” Ariadne began to explain, but soon realized this was completely in vain as Prescott had lost too much blood to understand the finer points of bionics. “If they wanted to disarm me, they should've put the pack in a different room.”

The backpack crawled its way over to the chairs and began attempting to free Pilar from her restraints. The tip of one arm fired a small jet of plasma at the shackle and managed to get halfway through it when they heard the gunshot.

Ariadne let out a yelp of pain and the backpack collapsed immediately. Pilar glanced down and saw a large scorch-mark on the back of it.

The source of the gunshot stood in the doorway, holding a very large blaster. She was about fifteen years old with white-blonde hair, intricate patterns of orange drawn on her face, and a dark red robe.

She looked down at the passed-out acolyte. “Pathetic,” she muttered. “Why are the three of you in my house?”

Ariadne looked up at the young girl. “You look an awful lot like that brat who stole my identity.”

“Strange,” the girl said. It was almost comical, hearing this girl who was younger than both of them but talked like she'd learned English by watching old movies about southern preachers. “See, I was under the impression that 'Ariadne' was just a folk myth. It sounds like something a high school girl with a superhero complex would come up with.”

“I never went to high school,” Ariadne said indignantly. The look on Pilar's face reminded her that their captor was holding a very deadly weapon while they were unarmed, and that this was not the time for backsass.

“Can you give me one reason why I shouldn't shoot the three of you dead right now?” The girl asked. “I mean, if you're really the legendary Ariadne, keeping you alive would be quite a liability for me.”

Ariadne began, gesturing towards Prescott, “I can't speak for this eight-fingered waste of hair gel—”

“—Seven,” Pilar corrected.

“Thank you! You can go ahead and kill this seven-fingered waste of hair gel, there's definitely nobody who knows or cares where he is—”

“—Heyyyy…” A half-lucid Prescott objected, although he could not argue that she was wrong in good conscience, which would have stopped him if he had a conscience.

“—excuse you, you have been told to cram it,” Ariadne snapped back, “as I was saying, me and my girl? Some very dangerous people know where we are and will come looking for us. If they show up and we're dead, everyone here will die. If we're alive, you might just get roughed up.”

The fake Ariadne laughed derisively. “How am I supposed to believe they can do anything to us when you two got captured like that?” She snapped her fingers to illustrate the point.

“Okay, that's …” Pilar said, “ …fair.”

“Now, I'm gonna give y'all the benefit of the doubt because I've got questions and I don't usually enjoy killing children,” this struck Ariadne as somewhat strange, as the girl before them was easily four years younger than her. “First, how did you even get into this place?”

“Door was unlocked,” Ariadne replied. “This clown was already in here, I suspect he's the one who unlocked it.”

“Ah yes,” their captor responded, “our friend Mr. Cain. I believe we were promised an impenetrable security system. I think we should have a talk about a refund.”

“I think we should talk about a… fingers…” Prescott droned, and laughed near the end, as though what he'd said made any sense. The laugh quickly transformed into some pretty heavy crying. “Shit, man, you cut off my fingers…”

“That's an excellent point, darlin,” the impostor Ariadne replied.

“It is?” Pilar asked, genuinely confused.

“My next question is, why did you liberate Mr. Cain’s fingers from his hands?”

“Pissed me off,” Pilar replied simply, “seems to be going around today.”

“That's—” The impostor Ariadne suddenly winced in what seemed to be pain, as though struck by a sudden migraine. She almost lost her balance, but found her equilibrium before falling over altogether.

A voice came over an intercom somewhere near the door, “Prophet, are you alright?”

“I'm fine, leave me,” the impostor Ariadne snapped.

“Prophet, I must advise that we—” the voice over the intercom did not get to finish his sentence, and instead made a noise that sounded an awful lot like someone stuffed something in his mouth and then hit him over the head with something else. Judging by the sounds alone, it was probably a sock and a shoe, respectively.

“That doesn't sound good, faker,” Ariadne offered. “If you want to go check on that guy, we'll wait!”

“Sounds like our crew figured out we were in distress and sent someone to help,” Pilar casually commented back, “that or a third person decided to break into this place tonight.”

“Be quiet,” the impostor snapped back, and winced again, more severely this time, as though her body was racked with pain. She collapsed to the floor very suddenly. Ariadne and Pilar exchanged a glance, and Prescott started to laugh deliriously.

“What.” Ariadne looked down at the now completely unconscious girl on the floor.

As suddenly as she'd passed out, she awoke, sprang to her feet, and darted for the door.

“You've got to get out of here,” she said urgently, fastening the locks from the inside. Something was incredibly different about her voice. It seemed a lot less cruel and there wasn't a trace of southern drawl in it. “You need to get as far away from here and from me as possible, right now.”

She darted over to Pilar and Ariadne and began to loosen the restraints.

“Care to explain, suge?!” Asked a bewildered Ariadne. Someone very strong began banging on the door, seemingly trying to kick it down.

“You don't know what he's like. He'll kill you if you don't get out of here.”

“Who's the 'He' you're referring to?” Pilar asked.

“My father, the Zealot,” the girl explained, rushing to untie a now mostly unconscious Prescott. “May the Red God forgive me for my betrayal,” she began, and sprung into a rapidfire language that Pilar and Ariadne didn't understand, but Ariadne was sure she'd heard somewhere before. “Confíteor Deo omnipoténti et vobis, fratres, quia peccávi nimis cogitatióne, verbo, ópere et omissióne: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa. Ideo precor beátam excélsus Prophéta supra, omnes servos et disciplos, et vos, fratres, oráre pro me ad Dóminum Deum nostrum. Amen.”

She continued repeating this as Ariadne and Pilar got loose from their chairs started to look for ways out of this room.

“Window,” Pilar said, and gestured at a window with several velvet ropes. They rushed towards it, hoping to be out of the room quickly, as whoever was attempting to kick down the door was clearly going to be momentarily successful.

They stopped just short of the window when a new sound caught their attention: a repeating thud coming from inside the room, coinciding with the pauses in their captor's chant.

Ariadne and Pilar turned to look back and saw the girl was rhythmically beating herself, closed-palmed, about the chest and face.

“Knew I recognized that damn prayer,” Ariadne muttered and rushed over to her.

“¿Qué haces? Time is a factor, querida!” Pilar rushed her.

“What kind of hypocrite would I be if I left her?” Ariadne demanded, and grabbed the flailing girl by the wrists, “baby, I'm here, okay? We're gonna get you away from him, I promise.”

The girl kept thrashing against Ariadne, “No, no, it's too late for me, you have to just go—”

“It's not too late, I promise, we're going to get you to safety,” Ariadne assured.

“Ari, we've got to go,” Pilar insisted.

“I'm not leaving without her,” Ariadne snapped.

Pilar understood this, but this did not deter her. “Throw her over your shoulder if you've got to, but that door is coming down!”

“It is, it is too late, I've betrayed the Red God and he's going to kill me,” the girl insisted. “He's in my head, he goes where I go, I can't escape him.”

The girl seized up suddenly and her earlier, more authoritative voice rang out: “DO IT NOW, SMITE THIS HEATHEN CHILD.”

The door finally gave in as the young girl burst into flames.

“What the hell?!” Sweettalk announced over the girl's pained screams as she and Sasha barreled into the room in flight suits, apparently carrying their own weight in weapons on their backs.

“Pilar, the curtains!” Ariadne shouted, and Pilar almost instinctively ripped them down and threw them to Ariadne, who used them to smother the flames as quickly as possible.

“Of course,” Pilar said, gazing out the now-exposed window, “of course we're in space.”

“Sasha, I'm so glad you're here, this girl needs medical attention now,” Ariadne said, “When the hell did we leave Mars?!”

Sasha immediately kneeled down on the ground and began bandaging the girl as quickly as possible. “I don't have a dose of serum strong enough to heal burns this severe, I'll do what I can, but there might be permanent damage.”

“If we could get her back to the ship?” Ariadne pleaded.

“With your knowledge of cybernetics and my medical expertise we should be able to keep her alive, but it won't be easy.”

“We've got to get a pickup, have either of you been in contact with Alicia?” Pilar asked, “Christ, how did we get to space?!”

“Fastwing is locked onto a signal in our suits, we knocked out the guards and she'll be boarding to pick us up in two minutes,” Sweettalk explained, “you left Mars as soon as you crossed the plane of the front door. Turns out the life centers are just portals to this place, Fastwing says they've been using something called Quantum Shift Generators to operate out of this space station. All the entrances lead here. That way, if their operation is ever busted, they can flip a switch and leave the authorities with a bunch of empty warehouses to search. I'm guessing that was this prick's idea,” she gestured at Prescott.

“You know him?” Pilar asked.

Sweettalk scowled. “An old thorn in my side. Who did that to his hand? And did someone punch him in the eye?”

“I did the hand, Ariadne did the eye,” Pilar said, “He was annoying us.”

“Okay,” Sweettalk said, “I might literally kiss you both later, but for now, we've got to get to the airlock.”

Sasha and Ariadne supported the badly-burned girl, who thankfully seemed somewhat delirious herself, and walked her out the door as Pilar and Sweettalk covered their six with guns drawn. Pilar slung Ariadne's broken mechanical legs over her shoulder.

As promised, Alicia was waiting for them at the airlock. They loaded onto the ship, where Ariadne and Sasha rushed their patient into the back and quickly got to work on healing her wounds. The tissue damage was too severe to be healed by any amount of Sasha's serum at this point. Sasha got to work on amputating the irreparably damaged tissue while Ariadne got to work on crafting cybernetic replacements from the cannibalized remains of her own cybernetic enhancements. By the time they were finished, their patient would have lost her right eye, her left arm, both legs, the bulk of her skin, and use of her lungs and heart. Luckily, the ship had a respirator that allowed her to continue breathing, and Ariadne was able to cannibalize the motor of her cybernetic legs and construct a crude fluid pump which would keep her blood flowing.

Luckily, they were able to anesthetize her so she would feel no pain. Her delirium had not settled, but she was still conscious and able to speak.

“Why did you… why am I alive…” She stammered.

“We got you away,” Ariadne replied in her calmest tone of voice, “just like I promised.”

“You should've left me,” the girl replied, “I deserved to die, you should've left me…”

“You didn't deserve to die, suge.” Ariadne suddenly realized she didn't know this girl's real name. “Hon, we're gonna get you through this. What's your name?”

“ViLaz,” she responded, “you should've… you should've left me there…”

“We're losing her!” Sasha shouted, and injected her with more of her regenerative serum.

“Stay with us, ViLaz, we're gonna keep you safe, okay?”

“You should've—”

“I don't want to hear that. We didn't leave you there. You're going to live whether you like it or not, okay?”

ViLaz nodded and Sasha exhaled in relief.

“Her vitals are stabilizing. I think she's going to be okay, but she's going to need a lot more treatment. I think your cybernetics made the difference, cap. They're crude, but you'll make slicker replacements when we're back at the station.” Sasha removed her gloves and sighed.

“Thank you,” Ariadne held back tears and hugged Sasha.

“Can we talk in private?” Sasha asked seriously.

“Of course!”

Sasha pulled Ariadne out of earshot of everyone and said, “I saw who this was, before she was burned. I thought you wanted her dead.”

“I had a change of heart,” Ariadne muttered.

“I'm glad you did, ” Sasha said plainly, “but I don't know why.”

“Sue me if I saw a little bit of myself in a little girl reciting a Catholic prayer because she's afraid of her father.”

Sasha considered this. “I had no idea you were Catholic.”

“I'm not.” Ariadne was having trouble holding back tears. “Now, come on. Our new friend needs her rest and I'm sure Sweettalk is explaining all sorts of things to Spacebreather, which should be fun to watch.”

Sasha laughed, less because Ariadne had said anything funny and more because Ariadne really seemed to need a shift in tone. They made their way up front, and sure enough, Spacebreather was intently listening to Sweettalk recounting the whole wild story.

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