Previously - Wiseria Station
"Mini-missiles! Just waste the whole area!" Ylfa's voice rang out.
The moment their pods opened up however, something moist and wet sprayed into their faces. Their limbs felt numb. Sensation vanished. They couldn't move. One after another, the marines dropped to the floor, unable to move, trapped in their own bodies. "C-crap. Smells. Mishhu," Ylfa barely managed to speak, a digital edge ringing her voice. Out of all of them, she was the only one still struggling to stand.
"Oh, what's this?" red eyes glowed.
"A cyborg perhaps?" blue eyes shown.
"What's she got? I wanna know!" green eyes glinted with glee.
As the crowd of illusions laughed as one, three darted out of their ranks and pounced on Ylfa. The marines couldn't see, but they could hear all too well. Their Sergeant growled at the abominations as they swarmed her, but soon enough, they could hear the rending of metal and wet, meaty tearing as they tore the hemosynthetic flesh away. And then, with her screams, they knew they were taking her own flesh as well.
"Providence" Asteroid Colony
Richard's brief telling of their misadventures quickly drew the Freespacer Trio's attention as their eyes all turned to him.
"Oh my, that sounds scary - weren't you scared of them doing...you know?" Berry asked him, sliding just a little closer to the young man. Before any of them could say more though Rachael was quick to remark and verbally slap him on the wrist.
"Gee, the real version any better?" Merry asked. "It's gotta have more action, and explosions and squid-stomping in it, yeah?" the youngest of them looked at the woman with hope. Rachael's appreciation of their food only got them all talking even more however.
"I'm so glad you're enjoying your food - we all worked quite hard on getting the replicator just right," Sherry smiled at them. "It still has its quirks, but the food is just almost perfect, don't you think?" As innocent as it sounded, and even the way the redhead said it, the fact they didn't claim it was perfect didn't seem quite right. It wasn't like restaurants were particularly shameless about promoting themselves after all. Looking around the place, nothing seemed particularly out of place besides its Escher-like construction, or the ominously green glow that came out of the kitchen every time it fired up to make more food.
"Meh," Kelly made her dissent known. "I wasn't there for the squid grill," she spoke, picking up one of the complementary french-fries that came along with Rachael's food. Like the burger itself, it looked simply flawless. Thick, steak-cut fries with a crispy, twice fried exterior and a soft, tender, yet fluffy interior.
The
noise that came from Kelly herself as she held it however, was not.