Broken hunger
"The law is the law, Skar. You knew that this would be your end when you chose to betray your own species." Says Sour puss solemnly; suddenly the bridge becomes a cold, inhospitable stance. You can't avoid just sigh, this has been your home several years.
"This has been a good thing in my career, but know all my perspectives and goals have evaporated because this son of the bitch, has decided to snitch and sell info to the enemy. Oh, but he will pay before The octopuses reclaim my body. Hell, If he will pay." You chuckle in a way you always wanted to kill this pompous bastard and his lame jokes about having the only Cougar scientific in the whole galaxy... Calling you bookworm
But today, the navy rules determine his only possible punishment. Being eating alive by the Ship officers.
You just recite loudly and calm the Navy's code:
"Article 23. 4 The only punishment possible for treason, is dead. If the perpetrator is the main officer. The War court of all the officials should consume their entire body keeping the condemned alive and conscience the most time possible."
Sour puss with the help of Emma restraint the capital with nanowires.
"Fucking retarded cats! I did a lot for all of you If weren't for me
" We won't be about being cooked by an armoured mollusc, that's for sure asshole" Felix just kicks the captain in the groin, all that followed by all the laughter and giggles from the senior's officers. Suddenly, the mood in the room shifts and makes you remember The bizarre surrealist celebration in the Officials' hall after defeating your first enemy officer in a mecha fight.
"It was intense I use my intelligence and tactics to ambush those octopus officers. You definitely desired could show your pathetic fat mother that you are far more than the nerd janitor she said you will become."
You observe carefully the grim tools of your murdering endeavour. There is a good variety of pincers and tongs and fire to put them at higher temperatures and burning embers adding a barbecue flavour
But there are also more technological ways of cooking the bastard. The electric scalpel to cauterize his wounds and those brand-new plasma charged flamethrowers that could crisp him to the bones.
"This has been a good thing in my career, but know all my perspectives and goals have evaporated because this son of the bitch, has decided to snitch and sell info to the enemy. Oh, but he will pay before The octopuses reclaim my body. Hell, If he will pay." You chuckle in a way you always wanted to kill this pompous bastard and his lame jokes about having the only Cougar scientific in the whole galaxy... Calling you bookworm
But today, the navy rules determine his only possible punishment. Being eating alive by the Ship officers.
You just recite loudly and calm the Navy's code:
"Article 23. 4 The only punishment possible for treason, is dead. If the perpetrator is the main officer. The War court of all the officials should consume their entire body keeping the condemned alive and conscience the most time possible."
Sour puss with the help of Emma restraint the capital with nanowires.
"Fucking retarded cats! I did a lot for all of you If weren't for me
" We won't be about being cooked by an armoured mollusc, that's for sure asshole" Felix just kicks the captain in the groin, all that followed by all the laughter and giggles from the senior's officers. Suddenly, the mood in the room shifts and makes you remember The bizarre surrealist celebration in the Officials' hall after defeating your first enemy officer in a mecha fight.
"It was intense I use my intelligence and tactics to ambush those octopus officers. You definitely desired could show your pathetic fat mother that you are far more than the nerd janitor she said you will become."
You observe carefully the grim tools of your murdering endeavour. There is a good variety of pincers and tongs and fire to put them at higher temperatures and burning embers adding a barbecue flavour
But there are also more technological ways of cooking the bastard. The electric scalpel to cauterize his wounds and those brand-new plasma charged flamethrowers that could crisp him to the bones.