Log:The Moistman Cometh
The Moistman Cometh
OOC Date: Feb 2 2022
Location: Nal Hutta
Participants: Amallia Madine, Azeezel Raj, Colo Nell, Zevin Daodhri, Trip
Summary
RP Rating + Content Warning: R (Violence, Animal Cruelty, Sad Stuff)
The Heliost Crew square off against the kitten-killing Dug and his massive suit of powered-armor. In doing so, they make an unlikely ally in a massive, Loth Cat matriarch! It's a clash of titans between Big Mama and the M.O.I.S.T.R.Y.Z.R, with the hapless Heliosts stuck in the middle! EVERYBODY PANIC!
Log
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 20:05:50 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Woahhhh, woahhhh. Hey, Big Mama," comes Mollie Madine's voice. It's shaky and uneasy, but there's a thread of calm that runs through it. The sound of a jetpack screaming towards her lifts both her and Big Mama's attention. It's with relief and panic that Mollie regards Trip and Zevin. It's with pure menace that Big Mama regards all three. Oh, and lots of teeth. Fangs exposed, she lowers her head and ears, but makes no motion to attack. Instead, her head tips towards one of the kittens Mollie clutches in her arms.
-Sniff. Sniff-
"That's right, Beautiful. We won't hurt you, or the babie--" The tension is broken with the sound of heavy, metallic doors groaning open.
The whirring and humming of mechanics draws the Big Mama's attention mercifully away from Mollie Madine and towards the inky dark behind the door. She must smell something, because she snarls.
T H U N K!
The lights switch on to reveal that dug and his FRESHLY moisturized pelt tucked safely within his hulking behemoth of a suit of power armor. There's a whine and a sinister red glow from within the rotating heavy blaster canons on either arm, and his voice projects from a speaker tucked somewhere within the armor's core.
<"It looks as if I'll be the one making the lampshades.">
"Ahhh, kark," says Mollie Madine.
[ Trip (Tri) | 20:14:00 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Trip lands on all fours, taking a few steps before sliding and rising to his hind legs. Drawing his weapon from the baldric, the knife is soundless, gleaming beneath the glare as he looks to the creature Captain Mollie is regarding, then the monstrosity manned by the Dug.
Trip's ears fall to his back and he points his blade. "Hahahaha..what is this? A lampshade to make lampshades. There is a joke present in this, I can feel it. Regardless, know that should you mean harm upon me, and those I deem companions, I will be forced to violence. Do not force my hand, Dug. I grow thirsty with blood."
[ Colo Nell (Colo) | 20:20:28 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The noise from outside is enough to stir even a slumbering Emperor. Colo, fortunately, isn't quite so deceased, and thus lumbers out in his night shirt and pyjamas with a fluttering set of lashes, a half-groggy expression on his face and a...variety of loth-cats, Loth-Moms, wild dugs, and jetpacks, oh, my. The gleam of a silent blade mere feet from his doorway is what makes him blanch, lose all color from his face and nearly--but not quite!--faint altogether. Only the urge to do something useful ends up keeping him upright.
In Colo's case? Unarmed, out of the way and knowing how not to get into it, he spots a wayward kitten and clucks his tongue, trying and failing to herd a cat before he ends his attempt with a plea for sanity. "Ah...here, tch, tch! Here, kittyMOLLIEWHATTHEHECKISGOINGON?!"
[ Azeezel Raj (raj) | 20:23:06 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Gleaming. Valiant. A startling mix of pristine white, ebony, and woad blue. The colors of the 501st Legion come to life beneath one of the lights of The Heliost. What's more, is not only is the 501st alive in this new figure - but the helm bares a striking, bold line of vertical blue over one lens - and a topaz light gleams within from a Tetan Goggle modification. The helmed head turns to look at Colo, then leans down, and pulls free a vial. Azeezel Raj strikes a pose atop the entry to the ship, gleaming. Even his kama is a blue so bright it almost hurts. However, that gleaming Theed S-5, held in one hand...suddenly sheathes. The vial is clapped against the armor and clear fluid - a perfume of sorts - now covers the Gentleman. Those pheromones rise into the air and the now unarmed Trooper kneels down, cradling one of the kittens, and begins to...mewl...over his own comms. Mimicking that same sound Needleblossom made when scared.
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 20:27:42 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Zevin Daodhri's expression? Unreadable, beneath that helmet. But he turns from staring at the giant altered Loth-cat matriarch to the Dug in power armor. Trip is talking to the Dug, but the Mandalorian just shakes his head and says, both aloud and through the comlink channel,
<<"A warrior is more than armor.">> It has the ring of a proverb.
The small rocket visible at the top of his jetpack makes a sudden sound, as a light on the jetpack turns on, and goes from red to green, before it ignites and flies up and out over the tank-treaded power armor, and dives for the treads themselves in a precision guided shot meant to immobilize. He stretches the fingers of his left hand right next to his hand cannon's holster. <"Come on, you jumped-up pet killer. Let's /dance./">
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 20:35:31 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Mollie's tension bleeds out of her when Zevin and Trip arrive. Trip's words and steady nerve relax the young woman, who turns her eyes away from Big Mama and towards the large, imposing suit of power armor. Colo's voice ringing over comms has her laughing, in spite of it all. "Colo! You woke up! We got that loth cat thing, remember? We're about to get a new lampshade," Mollie says.
KRRRRSHHH!
Zevin's rocket fires and screams towards the suit of power armor, impacting the leftmost tank tread and bursting. The explosion rocks the space, shaking dust from the rafters and causing the lights to flicker on and off. Sparks fly from those treads and the dug inside can be heard struggling over his vocoders.
<"YOU ARE ALL ANIMALS. I AM GOING TO PUT YOU DOWN."> He growls. Those weapons start to spin up again, whining as the tips begin to glow red hot.
Mollie exhales and turns to look at the man-sized kitten named Azeezel. A kitten-sized kitten still clutched in her hand, she makes brief eye contact with the Zeltron, as well as an apologetic look. And then, Mollie Madine does what she always does.
She runs. This time, kitten in tow.
Big Mama hears the frantic mewl of her kitten in Mollie's arms and, more importantly than that, sees something smaller than her running away. Her pupils dilate. Her nostrils flare. Big Mama starts to run. She closes the distance towards Mollie and, for a brief instance, it looks like it might be over for the captain!
But Big Mama keeps running. Azeezel's pheromones. His clicks. His purrs.
The Heliost Crew are all her kittens, now.
[ Colo Nell (Colo) | 20:45:50 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
A random swipe for a cat and a yelp as he misses again comes before Colo rights his stance and realizes that a be-helmed and armored figure that he only recognizes due to the way that he -stands- is rather nearby. He stands aside, self-preservation winning out over the desire to do much else, especially when he hears Mollie's announcement. The spread of Azeezel's pheromones and the combined, er, explanation from Mollie is enough to make his mind reel.
Big Mama's leap forwards, more a blur than anything to him, puts it into perspective. With but another grope for a cat and a prompt fist-pump as he come sup completely empty, Colo shouts encouragement to the armored crew plugging away. "Yeah! Get rekked!"
[ Trip (Tri) | 20:49:50 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"You choose violence," Declares Trip, and his fur flashes from white to black. Eyes turning to a narrowed yellow from their neutral green, Trip steps off and sheathes his weapon long enough to transition to all fours, running toward a power source for the suit. What gives it away is the fact that cables run to the weapon, and that it must prime in order to shoot. No weapon, without an internal battery, would be capable of such without a cycle of operations to kick it off, and since it wasn't firing, it had to come from some other source.
"Do watch my back!" Trip calls out, sliding in front of a terminal controlling the power cables. "Blast, it's password protected! Hrm.. what was the password we mined last time.."
Trip's paw punches the aurebesh characters to spell: 'l e k k u f a n 6 9'. The Lagomorph turns his small head to look in the direction of their foe to see if it's had the desired effect.
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 20:54:51 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
In a flash, Zevin's Enforcer is in his hand and rising to aim, his right hand joining his left on the grip. <"Got yer back, Trip."> With each pull of the trigger, the hammer readies then strikes, not visible, for the hammer has been bobbed on this revolver by a master weaponsmith. Three times the blast rings out from the weapon. Hopefully everyone has ear protection, and thank goodness one wall is open to the outdoors.
None of the shots seem to have left an impression, however. Only one struck the powersuit at all and must have hit a very reinforced point. Invisible eyebrows rise, but he just starts sidestepping away from Mollie so that drawing attention as he is trying to do does not endanger her.
[ Azeezel Raj (raj) | 20:59:37 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The comms of the Phase II armor, that 501st Legion figure, replay the meowing and clicking. Over and over. One kitten even clings to the Trooper's shoulder, and the pheromone armored Zeltron stares across the chaos - petting another kitten held across his armored forearm. That right lens bares a topaz pupil. <"Located a caustic material. Daddylorian. Doll."> It may sound like he is calm, bit Azeezel Raj is anything but, the vocalizer makes him sound even. Cool. The helm covering his face turns to look over at Big Mama, and in that time data streams to those nearby with aug-reality systems -- highlighting the barrels, and the Dug's armor.
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 21:00:39 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Caddie?" "Yes sir?" The butler droid sounding exasperated now. Fyrris is bereft of kittens for now, having dropped off his present load before returning to the ground, eyes wide, face drawn and blurrg in hand! "Is it still set to intimidate?" looking at his gun, confused, confounded. Is it an effective intimidation weapon yet? "I mean I didn't touch anything." "Not even the trigger?" "No! Of course not! How many times have I fired a gun since I got you?" "Never sir, mores the pity I think." C4 stares at Fyrris and shakes its bulbous head, keeping behind the codru in his snazzy armor while the four armed bandit points in random directions, hopefully not an ally's. When the firing stud is pressed it's not a blaster bolt that comes though. There's no sound either - save for the hiss and hum of superheated air and the moisture in it when it two-barreled focused RED BEAM is emitted, leaving a red hot trail in its wake along heavy armor.
"YOU SAID THIS WAS INTIMIDATE! THIS ISN'T INTIMIDATE! THIS IS DEATH RAY!" "I thought it would appear fairly intimidating!" "Stanging, kriffing, rekking REKK!" Fyrris stares at the glowing barrel of the pistol in hand, careful not to look down the business end of the weapon. Eyes wide, brows in his hairline and looking downright flabbergasted at the unholy terror and destruction his hand gun has wrought, "Kriffing hell, space damned death ray blaster. Emperor's NOSE."
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:04:54 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"AH YEAH! REKK HIM UP BIG MAMA!" Mollie Madine screams, having tripped and fallen onto her back with a thud -just- as Big Mama sprinted past. The sound of muscle on metal and the screaming of the Dug inside. Those spinning, imposing gatling lasers train inwards on the cat and just as they are about to fire!
-THOOM-
Power has kicked off to the forward-facing weapons. They're still able to chain twice, firing one heavy bolt of plasma into Big Mama's chest, who retaliates in turn with two ferocious bites.
"YES! Trip! You did it!" Mollie squeaks appreciatively. Azeezel's voice over comms has Mollie turning to look at the near barrel she's leaned against. "I'm on it," she calls out, and groooans as she drags a barrel with a loud screech across the floor. She hoists it onto the small ledge and tips it onto its side, pushing and rolling it until it has enough forward inertia to roll itself the rest of the way towards the rapidly-failing suit of power armor.
<"YOU KARKING BEASTS!!!"> the Dug screams on the inside.
"SomeneshoottheREKKINGbarrel!" Mollie yelps as she scampers away.
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[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:07:45 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"WERRYYRRWRR..." comes a pained sound from Big Mama. The impact to her chest causes her to reel backwards, gasping and groaning for air. After a few more moments, her eyes lid and she collapses onto her stomach, breathing heavily.
[ Trip (Tri) | 21:20:43 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Absolutely singular work, team!" Trip yells from the terminal. He turns about to watch the mechanical terror and just happens to spot the plate release, the mechanism required to move armor plating so the operator can exit. Trip sheathes his weapon again and transitions to all fours, darting toward the armored Dug to sally up its frame.
When he reaches the valve, the operator is aware of his presence. "hhhhaaAAAAAAaaavvvvVVVVVVvveeee aaaaAAAAAaattttTTTTtt yyyyyyyYYYYYYoooooOOOOOOOOUUUuuu!!" Trip is moved from side to side, nearly unseated, his fuzzy feet scramble to find purchase and leverage. He manages it by some miracle, and pulls the valve, revealing what appears to be an eject release. "aaaLLLLLIIITtttttllllEEE hhhhhheeeEEEEEllllLLLLLppppPPP PPPPPLLLLLeeeeEEEEaaassSSSSeeeEE!"
[ Colo Nell (Colo) | 21:21:56 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Of the many things that the gambling-man-cum-accountant that is Colo knows, it's when to get out of the way, when to run screaming, and when to make a dash for the bacta kit. He's pricked his fingers a few times, seen others vibro-knifed in back alleys, and knows a thing or two about injuries, but it's Big Mama's wheezing and murring that tugs his heart-strings and his senses both. So, he accomplishes all three with a cowardly yawp: "Ahhh!"
The Corellian coward staggers and bangs the rekk out of his knee en route, but returns within less than a minute, albeit hobbling down the loading ramp. This time, he's shirtless, with his arms full of Needleblossom tucked into his pyjama silk and clutched to his chest whilst the other bicep is loaded for bear with three different types of medkit, each of uncertain origin. Without even thinking about it, he rushes for Big Mama, confident that tossing everything at once on her--bandages, bacta, ointments, even the kitten--will do the trick.
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 21:23:15 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
When the armor comes off with the single release that Trip found, and a big red flashing button reading 'Eject' becomes visible, Zevin walks a few steps closer. <"Well, I'm no scientist, or engineer"> Stopping just shy of the button and placing his fist up against it. <"But as I understand it, 't'd be /criminal/ not make 'zactly sure what this here does through careful testin' an' observation.">
He punches the button, literally driving it in with an armored fist. <"Quit goofin', Trip, you got this."> the Mandalorian reassures him. <"Jus' don't stand on tahp!"> Belated warning.
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 21:27:28 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Well. When on Eriadu.
Not that he's on Eriadu.
Not that he's ever been on Eriadu.
Look there's got to be a phrase about making like an Eriaduan when on Eriadu.
Fyrris glowers, as if to set his anger upon some narrator who is trying to give him a hard time. Watching Zevin shoot, Zeez assist the others and Trip doing... Kushiban things to the great hulking, dug piloted, suit of death. But it's the giant loth cat that catches his attention longest. Watching her slump to the ground and the look of heartbreak on the lupine-born humanoid is a thing that might send tears falling across the galaxy.
If the galaxy could see him. The matter of the dug being ejected and hurtling out to land on the ground is something he can ignore in favor of rushing towards the giant cat and falling to slide on his armored knees to her side. "Hey there... Hey there giant kitty." resting a hand on the giant cheek, flipping his helmet visor back with a flick of his head before he's pressed up, heedless of any danger. "C'mon now darlin'..." looking over his shoulder, "Hey! Anyone here know how to tend giant cat?" still petting the massive feline with one hand, leaning in close and murmuring to her,
"S'alright darlin... Stick about? It'll be much nicer where we take you, sweetheart."
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:29:13 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Mollie's rolled that big barrel full of acid out, but it doesn't matter. They've got something better -- a highly observant and dextrous Kushiban who has skittered up the back of that power armor and released it. Plates fall to the ground with a heavy -CHUNK- before clanging onto their side. "Trip!" Mollie yells. The release of the armor sees the power suit's failsafe systems engage. A sudden jerk on its axis turns front to back and back to front. Zevin's arrival and subsequent press of the EJECT button turns the room briefly into chaos.
There's a scream from inside that turns into outside. There's a hiss of rockets engaging thrusters to blow that pod up towards the ceiling. There's a loud -crack- of that Dug's head on that ceiling, and a subsequent, muted splat of his body on the ground.
The sudden motion flinggggs the Kushiban across the room, but Amallia Madine is there to catch him. Just like Huttball. Mollie is laughing. Amazed. Dumbfounded. She clutches Trip against her chest like the kitten before and lifts him up onto her shoulder
"We did it! I can't believe we did i--," she says, and turns to see Big Mama, collapsed in that heap.
When Fyrris and Colo approach, Big Mama is barely able to lift her head. In fact, she doesn't even open her eyes until...
"Mewww!"
Her eyes drift open. Green eyes, just like Needleblossom. Black coat, with purple socks. Just like Needleblossom. Blossom pads towards Big Mama and noses her cheek against the elder's. Big Mama lets out a big, rumbling sigh.
"No, no no no," Mollie says, and runs to close the rest of the distance with Trip in tow.
[ Trip (Tri) | 21:38:50 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The eject button is hit and Trip braces himself by drawing both large fuzzy feet up till they are beneath him, then pushes off. He executes a back flip that would've landed well, but he was intercepted like a bad Hutt-ball pass.
"Oooph!" Trip's full weight in armor hits Mollie, but the Captain proves her mettle in maintaining his momentum. He is helped to her shoulder and chuckles there after. "We needed to change his bulb."
[ Colo Nell (Colo) | 21:40:31 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
"Hey, there, it's...okay?" Colo's not sure. Fyrris seems to think it is. If Fyrris thinks something's going to be nicer any moment now for the big feline, then surely it's gonna be okay? The other gambler joins in with the soothing-petting-voice, trying his best to mimic that of a needy kitten that is even now squirming free of his pyjama top to slink closer to its mother. "Hey, uh...c'mon, pretty kitty with the biggest claws--look who's here to see ya!" He pleads, lip quivering as Needleblossom writhes and begins to settle against the mama cat. Knowing little else to do aside from splay the medical cornucopia he brought from the ship? Colo looks from Fyrris to the rushing Mollie to the lugged-over Trip in a silent plea for assistance.
[ Azeezel Raj (raj) | 21:45:15 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
In the moment that Big Mama goes down, Azeezel Raj is watching. He isn't in a rush. He isn't charging to somewhere else. Instead, the armored Zeltron moves to where the Dug has taken off into the ceiling and looking at - what should be - a corpse. Or something less alive. The right lens of the helm still glows and with a sort of flourish (and a kitten in one arm, another on his shoulder) there's a scream in the air, a green flare of light, and Azeezel Raj standing there with his Theed S-5. Then another two flashes of green light. Because although Azeezel Raj has a thing about killing - he also has a thing about leaving Probably Dead villains as Probably.
But the pit of his stomach goes cold, like swallowing too much ice water, and the Trooper helm turns to regard those gathering near Big Mama - forcing himself not to vomit. Luckily, all he can smell is filtered air, rather than blaster-burned Dug.
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 21:47:19 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Still leaned up against the great cat, Fyrris mutters and pats the big head one more time when she lets out her sigh, "If you all don't have the room, I'll call down mine. Get her out of here." remaining kneeling while looking to C4 who begins looking skyward, sending remote signals while the Codru remains where he is.
"I think I might have a few cannons on her to level this place too." looking over his shoulder to where the dug lays and then sits, with his back to the giant cat, looking to his pistol and the dug again before he just points and open up with the beam setting still on, raking it up and down the body of the creature, cutting trails and setting clothes on fire before he slumps back again.
"I'm taking a kitten or two... too."
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 21:50:36 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
While most rush to Big Mama, Zevin instead keeps an eye on the Dug's erstwhile escape pod hitting the ceiling, breaking, and then his subsequent descent. He reaches behind his back, and when his hand returns, he has two slip-ties in his hands, the disposable cuffs of champions. He's got a whole pouch of them, just waiting there for when needed. He must be a hit at parties.
Two are ready in his hands for the Dug, in the Mandalorian's customary fashion: one for hands, one for feet. But then Azeezel has his pistol out. When the Zeltron raises his weapon to point at the Dug, Zevin matches him, firing his hand cannon into the Dug's head as soon as he can, in an effort for it to be simultaneous. Two more shots into each side of his chest, just in case.
Then he claps Azeezel on the shoulder. <"Hey. Wasn't jus' you. Coulda been mine. Coulda been Fyrris."> His revolver spins around one finger before sliding back into its holster. <"I know 't's hard. It's okay if y'leave 'at to me. Don't make you weak or anythin'. Jus' means y'got humanity - pardon the 'spression.">
He has no idea how you treat any Loth cat of any kind of problem.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:50:53 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"No, no no... no no," Mollie keeps saying as she closes the rest of the distance towards Big Mama and Needleblossom. She collapses onto her knees in front of the slowly-breathing creature and puts both arms around the top of her head. Her slow breathing lifts Mollie's body gently up and down with each inhale, and each exhale. Her eyes briefly open as Needleblossom crawls onto her. Needleblossom is -so- small compared to her. Just a tiny, vulnerable little thing that mewls and yowls, trying to tug at her mother to stand.
Big Mama's eyes shift from Colo to Fyrris, and then up over Mollie's backside and shoulders to the Kushiban on her shoulders. Those little mews in her ear make her let out a long, labored sigh.
Motion from where the Dug had ejected briefly draws her attention, too. Big green eyes turn to see flashes of green as Azeezel puts two rounds into the Dug. More motion. More gunfire. Fyrris and Zevin making sure that Damn Dug never harms another Loth Kitten. Her eyes close one final time, and she lets out one final breath.
"No... no," Mollie says. Her voice is strained. She's crying, tears streaking down both of her cheeks as she looks at Fyrris. "Please, we have to help her. Please," she says. But she's already gone.
When everything is said and done, the Heliost crew is able to get every kitten onto the Heliost, and Big Mama's body onto Fyrris ship. Mollie puts one last bolt of plasma into the Dug's mangled corpse before they go, and taps Azeezel twice on his shoulder. "Gets easier, mate," she says.
Guns from the Heliost and the Dark Fathier turn the complex into rubble. Everyone gets a turn.
ACTIVE A Mother's Purpose Big Mama has been reunited, at long last, with her last survivor of her only litter. Though their reunion was short-lived, she seemed at peace when she breathed her last breath. She'd done what every mother would do: she gave everything for her baby.
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