The Wall

Another Brick In The Wall (Part 3)

Rocket found himself in the space between the hallways and rooms of the facility, returned to the scalding heat. Regardless, he was safe, even if his weapon had been destroyed. The area was surrounded by the outer walls of four long hallways, each corner being its own room, and the sheer metal of the structure left climbing an impossibility. A few cuts already lined Rocket's arms and legs from climbing through the sharp metal, but nothing fatal, His fur would soak the blood and the wounds would close before any substantial blood loss.

Knowledge, as usual, did nothing to alleviate the pain, and as he'd leaned no sooner than earlier today, physical discomfort was nothing when measured against mental anguish. He had imagined himself invincible. His revenge would be far from complete, even if he enjoyed the personal execution of every scientist located within this facility.

He leaned back, sitting atop the hard rocks of the surface, finding shade beneath one of the walls, and raising his bare paws to minimize their contact with the dangerously hot surface.

Every scientist, guard, and employee ever associated with Orgo-Corp would receive their own share of bullets. The captain's executions were admirable in their efficiency and efficacy, but far from just. These people deserved far worse. Rocket imagined himself as a taskmaster, carrying out all manner of cruel vengeance on these scientists. The thoughts brought half a grin to his face.

Adrenaline was soon replaced by anger as his introspection turned to violent fantasization.

The High Evolutionary would receive the lion's share of torment. It was through his guidance and instruction that Rocket was so thoroughly abused. His creator commanded the death of his batch mates and his own dissection. Rocket took great delight in the thought of that man on the operating table instead.

Rocket's anger turned to a sadistic pleasure as he fantasized about the intricacies of dissecting his master, carefully devising a plan for which body parts to remove in which order.

But no such opportunity was possible, of course. He could barely hold his own in this forgotten facility, much less the primary laboratory. His weapon, the summation of his passion, and one of only three things he'd ever personally constructed, failed on him due to such a simple oversight. He could almost hear the berating words of his creator, insulting every aspect of the haphazard design, and punishing him for even attempting something so naive. Still, every punishment and every degradation was made more bearable from the comfort of his cellmates.

Rocket threw his head back, his skull loudly and painfully impacting the metal wall behind him. Regardless, he felt no pain, at least not while facing the recollection of his friends.

Why did he have to be the one to escape? He recalled the question from earlier on the ship. What would he sacrifice for his friends? Everything was the simple answer. He'd kill every living thing in the galaxy if it meant having them back. Nobody suffered like him, and regardless of whatever trauma the captain thought she endured, it was not comparable to his. She was safe and free. She had the entire galaxy at her fingertips, unladen by obsession from her creator, any mistakes on her behalf were her sole responsibility, and were attributed entirely to ineptitude.

Her responsibilities were her own. Her ship fell to degradation on her watch, and through her failure to maintain it. The death of her crew was, even of her own attribution, a mistake entirely attributed to her. These mistakes were only further proof of her incompetence as a self proclaimed captain. Similarly, any attempt he lent towards her aid was utterly purposeless, including, despite its efficacy, the blowtorch.

Rocket paused, reaching back and feeling the tool in his pocket.

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Sale searched through every section of the facility for the main computers, hunting down and executing staff members as she found them. Time was running short, but despite her bad luck in locating the computers, she eventually stumbled across the communications center, one of the last two rooms she had yet to search, the second of which being a simple dormitory.