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Sally: "Not as long as I'd like, the larger mudkings can still strike back if yer not careful. And, good ammo's hard to come by nowadays. We'll have to see how tough yer meatblob really is before we break out the big guns - Ah, we're here! Finally! HI KELLY!"


The elevator suddenly comes to a stop, having reached the lower level of the platform proper. Dozens and dozens of machinegun and flamethrower-wielding zombies stand in a circle around it, watching your every move.

A tall, raven-haired doll stands in front of the group, looking at you with dark, tired eyes. Tubes, gauges and winches line her mechanical torso, and a pair of small cranes jut from her back like iron wings. Her voice comes through a mask covering the lower half of her face, sounding very much like a distorted radio.

Kelly: "Hmmm. You're surrounded. Lay down your weapons and come out in a single file. No sudden movements, or we torch you all. That goes for you too, Sally."

Sally: "AWH C'MON NOT THIS AGA-"

A gunshot stops Sally in her tracks, missing her head by an inch. She shuts up and slowly leaves the truck, letting the zombies detach her drills and put a rubber cover on her pegleg.

Sally: "Break her skull *once* and she starts acting like you're a psycho... Grumble grumble uuuugh."

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Eigla walks forward, dropping Rosa II and letting the zombies pat her down. Kelly regards her coldly before looking at Rosa.

Kelly: "Hmmm. Team 2, grab the power saws and disarm her. The rest of you, keep coming."


A small group of engineer zombies walks forwards, approaching the sharkgirl with large, mean-looking chainsaws.

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Kelly dispassionately looks at Rosa, writing on a small clipboard.

Kelly: "Hmm. Store them, securely. If you're an asset, we'll reattach them later. Otherwise, repurpose, or dispose of, if needed."


The cutter zombies get to work. Chainsaws and scissors cut through her flesh, excising anything remotely weapon-like. Her arms are chopped until only useless stumps remain, and the cannons on her shoulder blades are removed, leaving ugly voids and scars behind. The profusion of gun barrels protruding from her chest is systematically broken off, and her tail amputated above the pile bunker. Despite her snarling, a zombie fearlessly climbs into her mouth to file away her canines. Her legs - Eigla's gift - Are thankfully left alone.

Rosa feels painful all over, and even slower than usual. Even crawling on all fours is excruciating, but she'll manage. Eigla's soothing voice is almost enough to let her feel safe. Almost.


Malia is left mostly alone, only having her first aid kit confiscated. Her body's disguise is still working, it seems.


Klimt leaves, trying to not look at Rosa's mutilation. After giving the barrel a cursory inspection, the troops prepare to let him thro-

Sally: "Whoa matey, hold on. Eigla, the driver, she said that one's a mean bastard. Can explode into tentacles and all kinda hellspawn. He's just a zombie, throw him in the brig until we're done. No need for him to go up with us."

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A sudden silence falls upon the room. Every head, even the engineer zombies', turns to look at Klimt.

Sally: "...By Davy Jones' britches."

Kelly: "He. Can... Talk? And, and think?"