A New Life

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

37 flipped through the journal for a moment or two, thumbing some of the pages and getting a brief glimpse into what it actually was. He frowned slightly, shifting on his feet as he realized that this little book likely held more information the two of them could use then the contents of all of the computer behind him.

"It's a journal, dearest.." 37 said as he turned to the computer. "One that Doctor Nira so helpfully left behind."

It would prove to be useful, or so he thought. From the few glimpses he had caught it appeared to be a more detailed account of all that had gone on here at this facility and more. His eyes wandered away from the book and towards the terminal itself, 39's finger pointing to the small hangar bay on the map. "Lovely, let's get on with it then, shall we?"

There was no use sticking around here.

They only had a little more time before the bodies were discovered, and once that happened it would likely become far more difficult for the two of them to get out of this place, nevermind off world.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]

[ Syncing....

"Just a few more seconds, love," Thirty-Seven would coo, watching the small green bar lengthen to show the progress. Her nails would give an impatient tap across the surface of the desk, lips beginning to purse.

There wasn't much she could do here in regards to security. No way for her to manipulate it, or to try and cover their tracks. That irked her. They would have to be quick and cautious. Precise.

"Any weapons?" she asked him, glancing over towards her beloved. In the progress, she too began to pull on the other nearby drawers. The first were full of stylus' and clips. She did, however, find a large metal letter opener.

A grin drew over her lips, and she joyfully would extend it over to Thirty-Seven.

[ Syncing complete...

"There we go," there was a smugness to her tone, standing up from her seat to eject the datastick. Now they had just a little bit more.

"All done!" a press of her lips would brush his blood splattered cheek affectionately, proud of his work and discovery.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

"Fantastic, my sweet." There was no sarcasm in his tone, only genuine adoration.

Things were going swimmingly all things considered, now they just had to make it to that hangar. It would be difficult, no doubt they had discovered the bodies by now. Although most of the buildings security were fools, some of them were smart enough to realized when the Subjects had gotten loose. From previous, albeit more laughable escape attempts 37 had managed to learn that. It had been easier then, when he had been a child.

"Hm?" He said, half lost in though as his dearest questioned him. "Oh yes. A weapon."

From the cabinet he pulled a small hold out blaster, though he handled it as though it were a childs toy. "Just this."

It was clear that he disapproved of the weapon. Oh he didn't question its efficiency one bit, but there was something about it that he just didn't like. Perhaps it felt impersonal to him, a bit broken. He liked to feel the life drain from those he killed, not watch it float away with searing heat.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]

A throaty chuckle was her answer, along with a quick kiss to his cheek in thanks.

"I'll make good use of it," she promised with a breathy rasp, a wolfish grin carving her lips as she took the small hold out blaster into her hand. With the datachip and now each armed, they were ready.

"Let's go, sweetie...There's a few debts to be paid in their kilograms of flesh." her words were heavy with malice, painting a dark, vehement motive for vengeance. Almost thirteen years, they had been kept in this facility, poked and prodded, test after test for the whims of Doctor Nira and her researchers. At age ten, they awoke with implanted memories, their life a series of experiments that made them little than womprats for their observation.

Oh but they were more than that. Far more than that. Thirty-Nine and her beloved would show them.

And make them all pay.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

It was time to go, really go.

This time it wasn't just an attempt, this time they would be succeeding. 37 knew that, he could feel it. They had already pressed through the point of no return. When he had dug that blade through Nira's throat, when he had cut her deep and bled her dry it had already ended. They would not capture him again, they would not try to keep him alive. This time they would shoot to kill, this time they would bring them both down. It was the way of things, the fact of their decisions.

Quickly the two began to move out, 37 grabbing the small journal and rushing forward.

She had the blaster, it would've made sense for her to go first, but the animal within him pressed him to go first.

37 rushed forward, his hand tightening into a fist. He shifted forward and moved ahead of 39. In the distance he began to hear the clatter of boots, the ringing of rhythmic stomping. He half turned, shifting towards 39 and nodding slightly, confirming that they were now being hunted.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]


There was something primal within her that rose at seeing her beloved take point. It was in the rippling of muscles, the flex of sinew, the way he prowled like a beast ready to lash out to his prey. It sent electrifying shivers down her spine, it pumped adrenaline hot in her veins. Anticipation at the closing encounter, at the savagery she knew he possessed thrilled her to the extremes.

They were by all accounts naked save the scant articles of cloth and the dried blood that lay splattered across Thirty-seven's chest. Flash memory allowed the subject to curl her hand round the holdout blaster with precision. The scent of sterile rooms joined the quickening thud of boots. Shouts of alert joined the illumination of crimson strobe lights, an alarm joining the fray with its head pounding shriek.

Two guards, a Gand and a Human male, were the first to stumble across the two Subjects.

“Halt!” came the first warning, the Human male shouting as he brought his stun batton up to strike at Thirty-Seven.

The Gand didn’t get a chance to speak. Thirty-Nine had already snapped up her arm, eyes narrowing in with a smooth pull of the trigger. A single bolt of red lanced through the air, striking with a sickening hiss.

The thud of a heavy body resonated in the hallway, a seared, smoking hole now in between the Gand’s glazed eyes.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

37 moved like a ghost.

It didn't matter that the other man was better armed, didn't matter that he had only a scalpel. Things moved quickly, and neither of them had any time to really think about what had happened. Before the guard could do anything else 37 swiped upwards with the blade. Instantly he caught skin, biting into flesh and slicing deep into the mans arm. A groan of pain escaped him, a look of terror flashing across his face as he took half a step back and tilted his head upward to watch the spray of blood.

That was the only opening 37 needed.

Another two step forward and the scalpel caught on the mans throat.

A wide arching cut went across the mans neck, slicing deep and rending his flesh in a single instance. Blood splattered all over the wall and as the man dropped onto the floor with a heavy thud a pool of red quickly formed beneath him. 37 grinned, looking back to his partner and extending a hand to her, kicking the body into the middle of the pool in order to give her a stepping stone across the blood.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]

The Subject took the extended hand with grace and appreciation, "Thank you, sweetie." she coo'd, no sarcasm in her voice, just pure genuine gratefulness. Her foot sank upon the dead body, pushing herself up and over as she stepped over the sanguine stain covering the floor.

They had such an odd relationship. It was an interaction of contradictions that intrigued the late Doctor Nira. Both expressed signs of violence and apathy at anyone else's pain. Schizophrenic arrogance. An entitled superior manner with all the researchers and doctors. Yet when it came to each other, there was this curious attentiveness and courtesy. Manners were impeccable, and they maintained a curious balance of dominance and submission... that wasn't along the lines of the traditional means.

That desire to protect each other was high, perhaps the end result of only have one and the other throughout the years among the endless battery of tests. They were unique, genetically engineered and enhanced to be better. They were better at everything. The Star Cabal wanted to exploit their intellect... No they wanted to exploit their savagery.

They got it.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

The hangar wasn't far now, in fact it was right around the corner.

The odd placement was no mistake, it had been originally designed as a way for the researchers to get out in case of emergency. The Star Cabal appreciated the fact that their scientists mattered, in fact more often then not scientists were placed at the very top of the food chain within their organization. That was simply because of how important the research was, how necessary their work was. Of course, the Star Cabal never expected that the work would fight back.

37 and 39 would always fight back, it had simply been inevitable from the start.

"Oh dearest." 37 practically sang the words. "I believe we found our way out."

It was a beautifully designed shuttle, a Nubian craft. He didn't find it all that surprising, likely Doctor Nira had been the one to pick it. The woman had always been rather shallow.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]

It was to a degree Nubian inspired.

The ship was a creation of Theed Palace Space Vessel Engineering. The K- Type Star Yacht to be precise. The silver lines and graceful mirror-like curves were a pleasure to behold.

"Indeed, my love." her eyes would perk with pleasure at that. It was typical to allow the Star Yacht to be left unsecured for when the Researchers required to leave. On call for any emergency, it meant that it sat ready for Doctor Nira and her crew.

How unfortunate that they would not be able to take advantage of it.

"Halt!" a new voice would interrupt them. The arrival of two other security guards. The Subject would react quickly, not even bothering to speak. Two bolts of red would lance out to strike at the men's chest, searing holes right through their armor as both bodies fell to the floor with a thud.

"Up we go, my love." she would instruct with deft bare feet moving towards the ramp of the K-Type.

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Subject 39"]

37 would allow 39 to go first, his arm would direct her with a sweep and his lips would turn to a bright and warm smile.

He had to be the gentlemen after all.

Guards began to form at their backs, gathering in great bunches to avoid being picked off one by one. 37 simply watched them for a moment, eyes fluttering over them before he slowly turned and followed 39 up the ramp. They began to shoot, though luckily 39 had managed to find the button for activating the deflector shield. The searing red bolts bounced off of the hull of the ship, harmlessly jumping away to touch the ground. It seemed that as soon as the alarm had gone of the ship had been initialized.

How convenient.

"Well my darling." 37 sang out as he joined his love in the cockpit. "Where would you like to go?"

They had all the options, they just had to choose one.

 

[Noire]

[member="Subject 37"]

A throaty chuckle was his answer, leaning against the hard wall of his chest as his warmth slipped over her own. During her brief review of Doctor Nira's notes, she had gleaned one particular planet that struck her. One that she typed in coordinates for as soon as she stepped into the cockpit after shutting the ramp and locking the ship from entry.

"Rishi." she purred out with a twist of her neck to catch his lips for a brief kiss. A roll and a pinch was her reward, the slide of his damp, blunt fingers leaving a sanguine stain as they rose up to gently cradle her neck.

"Rishi, my love."

And what Subject Thirty-Nine wanted, Subject Thirty-Seven would make sure she'd get.