Ooc: Shade, I was in my fox form... How could I hold a lightsaber with paws...?
Ic: Astroara bounded after Sazy as she turned to leave, but was hit by a stray blaster bolt. Her legs buckled as she fell to the ground, watching them leave. She howled furiously as she lost conciousness, drifting into a light slumber.
"Thank GOD...." Muttered Granta Omega, wiping his brow. In his hand was one of the newly developed blasters, not seen anywhere but at Omega Corp. Astroara was really getting out of control. She went from a insignifagant girl with no self confidense to someone who would kill for the fun of it in two years. Omega worried about what would happen in the future. She had almost killed him already today...
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"Sazy, look out!!" Astroara yelled, sitting upright. She was in her room, breathing heavily. There was a bandage wrapped around her right arm. Why was she in her room? Last she remembered, she was fighting Sazy.... And why did she yell 'Sazy, look out!!'? The Kioroo dreamt about Sazy's death, although she hadn't been there...
"No," Astroara told herself firmly, "I don't care about her. I don't care about anyone. Least of all, Granta Omega." She realized he was actually using her. It was him who shot her. It was him who had been using her ideas to create weapons. It was him who had promised her he would find her brother, but had yet to do so. All of this was his fault. All of it.
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Astroara stood in the confrence room, arms crossed. She had asked Granta Omega to meet her there. He would come, knowing him. The man probably thought she had come up with a new idea.
The doors slid open, and Omega's tall frame walked through it. He looked excited. "So, Astroara, what do you think we should start working on today?" There was a hint of mistrust in his voice, behind the false smile. Astroara could see right through him.
"I think..." She began, smiling wickedly, "we should start working on.... Your funeral, you sone of a monkey lizard!!!" She snarled, drawing her lightsaber. Omega stepped back, fear in his eyes.
"N-now, now, Astroara, theres r-really no need for th-that, i-is there...?" He asked, backing up.
"Oh, I think there is, Granta Omega," She spat, "I've been your understudy for two years now, and not once have you given me credit for anything!! I've eliminated all you rivals and enemies, I've come up with ideas for almost every weapon and droid being built as we speak, I've traveled the galaxy searching for items you need, I've completed every little mission you've sent me on, despite how stupid and pointless it seemed!! And, you've only been using me!!! Have you even thought about looking for Zeakall? No!! Have you thought about helping me with that stupid droid promble? No!! Have you thought about how much work I've done for you? NO!!! You die where you stand, Omega!!!"