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Prince Ginger Climber
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All I hear for minutes is the sound of Rokoa walking through the halls. Then a door slides open, and the sound comes from what I assume is the main bridge. There is chatter and orders getting flung about. At first, anyway. It quiets down gradually, until I can hear Rokoa's footsteps again.
>"Rokoa. Did you kill that blue one?" It's the queen.
>"No."
There is a long silence. At least a full minute. They are no doubt gauging each other, leaving my bling, before the queen speaks.
>"You've fucked up. Disobeying orders, letting yourself get captured, losing your bio suit, and for what?"
>"For the location of a hell of a discovery." Rokoa replies. "Why did you order me to kill her?"
>"You're not in a place to ask my decisions."
>"I'm in front of you. That is the best place to ask."
>"I do what I must."
>"You're doing what you feel like. You're in your own little box, now. Look around, we all agree."
>"And now you speak out of line to me?! I should have you killed!"
>"You've been trying that for years. Go on, then, just pull the trigger, and be known as the damn queen that kills her own!"
Another several seconds of silence. Then a gunshot. And another. A third, a fourth, and a thud.
>"You aim worse than me, you rogue quee-" Rokoa doesn't sound any worse off. Another couple of gunshots. "I said look around, you're completely alone!"
For what I assume is because it was a six shooter, I hear a few pistol whips.
>"Throw her in the brig, on the hook!"
"If you cared about the hive in the slightest, you'd fall over dead!" Rokoa manages, before the sounds of more battery and getting drug off come through, before the communicator is taken from her and turned off.
Which works fine, because that was all I needed to hear.
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