Chpt. 1) Mine!

Violet groaned, and her eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry. She tried to rub at them, and an electrical charge coursed through her body, setting all her nerves aflame when she lifted her wrists. Her eyes cleared up real fast after that. She then began looking around the room.

She sat in a small interrogation room, eight feet long by eight feet wide by seven feet tall, with two MKVI (mark six) Valkery turrets with auto-tracking behind her, and she had been handcuffed to the aluminum table with electroshock cuffs and two chairs in the room. The walls had been made perfectly smooth and had no visible door to get in or out through. Violet leaned forward to examine the cuffs and heard the turrets move the slightest inch behind her. She relaxed and began to think of a way out of this situation, wondering what the situation is and how to get out of the situation.

She began by fiddling with the electro cuffs, ensuring she wouldn’t touch the sides. Finding a small panel on the cuffs, she used her fingernails to pry the panel off, revealing several clusters of wires she couldn’t see due to the turrets. Luckily, she’s gotten out of these kinds of cuffs before; after getting in, she identified the cuffs as MKII Valkery suppression cuffs. They run off an electrical circuit that grows in power using magnets, copper, and silver. They also double as an excellent EMP grenade, which all Valkery equipment is susceptible to due to the need to keep things cheap.

Violet smiled as she found the wires she needed to pull and make the cuffs into a localized EMP; then, the far wall shimmered and clicked as a swarm of nanites moved aside to reveal an airlock door. The door slid open, and a federation general walked through. Violet took the time to remember this man’s face as fast as possible. He wore a brown-green formal military uniform with a wide array of medals and awards, and he stood about six feet tall; he had an old wrinkled face and had no hair atop his head. He gazed at her with brown, cold, and lifeless eyes as he turned to look into Violet’s eyes.

The general threw a brown file down on the table and asked, “Do you know why you’re here?”

“My good looks. Either that or my amazing personality,” Violet said with a smile and cupped her breasts.

The general didn’t laugh; he sat opposite her, “You are here because of the hundreds of thousands of deaths you’ve caused, and by all rights, we should’ve killed you when we picked you up. Do you know why we didn’t?”

“You couldn’t waste a nice piece of ass like mine,” Violet said sarcastically, “Sorry to tell you this, general, but I don’t swing that way.”

The general took a deep breath and said, “We saved you because we have a job for you.”

Violet moved the necessary wires and caused an EMP pulse to travel through the room; the nanites and turrets shut down. Violet grabbed the general by his collar, pulling him over the table and throwing him against the wall behind her. “You didn’t save me! You captured me! Now you’re offering me a job! I should kill you here and now!” Violet said, grabbing the general by the neck and pinning him against the wall, then asked, “but I’m not going to because I’m curious about why you want me to do a job. So, what is this job of yours?”

“It’s from…the order,” the general said through a crushed windpipe.

Violet released enough pressure on his neck for him to speak and said, “Continue.”

“The order wants you to-”

“Hold on, which order is this?”

“Uh, the order.”

“That doesn’t help. I know like six ‘the orders.’ You’ll need to narrow it down.”

“Uhmmm, the central order, the one on Earth.”

“Oh, that one. Bunch of pretentious pricks, aren’t they? Anyways, as you were saying.”

The general rolled his eyes and said, “The order wants you to-”

“Which order again?”

“The central order wants you to start a war!”

Violet froze and released the general, who fell to the ground coughing, “They want me to do what?”

“They want a war. The federation made its first contact with an alliance of highly advanced aliens. And they want the federation to go to war with the aliens to claim power.”

Violet’s smile grew even bigger, “I get to start a war?” she asked, barely containing her excitement.

“Yes, you get to start a war.”

Violet jumped up and down excitedly, like a little child on Christmas. Then she took a few calming breaths and said, “I need my weapons and Yang, the woman I had been captured with, and my ship.”

The general sighed and said, “Turn right to go to the impound room; the girl, Yang, is in the next interrogation room on the right as well.”

“Good,” Violet said and extended a hand to help him stand. The general accepted it, and Violet pulled him up and dashed behind him, placing him into a headlock. “I don’t need you anymore,” she said as she yanked his head to the left, creating a satisfying crack.

The general’s body fell to the ground, and Violet searched it, finding a key card for the airlock doors and everything else on the ship or station she’s on. She pocketed the key card and approached the door after taking the electro cuffs with her. It opened upon approach and revealed a hallway with eight guards outside. “Hello, boys. Let’s have some fun,” Violet said, then got to work dispatching them.

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Violet opened the interrogation room next door and saw Yang cowering in a corner. “Hey, Yang! What’s up!?” Violet exclaimed happily.

Yang’s head snapped up and looked directly at Violet, “What’s up!?! I died! Again!”

“Ha, yeah. Always knew you were a bit catty. Two lives down, seven to go.”

Yang stared at Violet, disbelieving, “Why are you so happy!? This isn’t funny!”

“True, true,” Violet agreed, looking serious, then dropped the façade and said, “it’s fucking hilarious! Sorry. Not really. Just very excited right now. Here take this gun,” Violet tossed Yang a handgun.

Yang recoiled from it and didn’t pick up the weapon and asked, “What are we doing?”

A demented smile spread across Violet’s face as she said excitedly, “We are going to accidental a war!”

“A war?! What? I don’t want to accidental a war!”

Violet turned around and left, leaving the door open. She stepped over the corpses and walked down the corridor, saying, “Three…two…one.”

“Wait, Violet! Don’t leave me!” Yang said, running down the corridor after her.

“Then you better keep up,” Violet said, turning a corner and entering a room with two guards playing cards. One of them jumped and reached for his sidearm, but Violet got to him first, taking the gun from the man’s hand and throwing it at the other guard, knocking him over. She dislocated the first guard’s wrist, shoulder, and elbow as she smashed his head against the table, knocking him out.

The second guard got up, gun in hand and blood pouring down his face. Violet grabbed the gun, twisted it, and pulled, wrenching it from his hands and making him stumble forward. She casually stepped aside and stuck out a foot, causing him to trip over her foot and fall face-first into the steel floor. She fired two shots into his head, the plasma bolts tearing through his skull. Violet did the same with the first guard, then looked back to the doorway seeing Yang standing there without the pistol.

“Where’s the pistol I gave you?” Violet asked.

“I don’t want to kill anyone. I left it behind.”

“You know people will try and kill you, right?”

“Yes, but that’s why I have you. My personal meat shield.”

Violet raised a finger to protest, then stopped herself and considered what Yang said. “Huh, that’s oddly very logical. Until I die being a meat shield, then you’re screwed, but until then, good plan,” Violet said, then turned to examine the lockers in the room. She tossed the pistol aside and opened them one at a time until she found what she had been looking for in the lockers.

Violet pulled out her electro-kyukestu, running her hand along the wire, then up to the blade, gently kissing the tip, and whispered to it, “I’ve missed you. You beautiful blade,” then Violet remembered Yang still in the room and looked over her shoulder. Yang looked at her, a little confused and disgusted. Violet turned away and put on a pair of black gloves needed to operate the weapon. Then turned around and said defensively, “Don’t judge me. I was lonely and out of gas on the ship,” and walked out of the room. Ignoring the smile playing across Yang’s lips.

She turned the corner and saw a group of guards approaching the room. Violet grabbed the handle of the kyoketsu and the base of the blade. The black wire lit up and shone with blue energy revealing her position to the guards. Unlike the guards outside the interrogation room, they didn’t wear body armor, so this became much easier.

Violet threw the blade at the first guard, missing by a fingers breadth, then she pulled on the electrified wire, retrieved the blade, and ran forward, wielding the weapon like a whip. The guards ducked for cover in the small corridor as the weapon crackled and snapped. Then the sound stopped, and the weapon went cold.

One of the guards peered out from behind a metal beam and saw a very disappointed-looking Violet. She sighed and said, “Not enough room here to wield this,” Then she turned and went back into the room, “Hold on just one second.”

The guards didn’t give her that second and immediately pulled their sidearms and fired. The bolts missed as Violet disappeared into the room. The guards moved forward to investigate, and one called it in, “D, deck to the bridge. The prisoner is escaping. I repeat, the prisoner is escaping. Go to lockdown.”

The commlink sent back nothing but static, and nothing happened. The four guards looked at each other, confused. Violet came out and said, “It’s incredible what an EM field made out of handcuffs can do to our comms,” Violet said, leveling a pair of pistols at the guards and quickly firing in quick succession, killing them quickly and efficiently.

Yang poked her head out the door and asked, “Is it over?”

“Yes, now we go to the bridge. And have our way with the men up there.”

“That sounds so wrong, but I know what you mean.”

“We’re going to rape them to death!”

“And it just gets worse.”

“With a gun!!”

“Please, stop.”

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