MOCHA // OMEGA: Lavender Kunoichi #1

Chapter 6 // Crush Their Spirit

Chapter 6 // Crush Their Spirit

Faito, Mardeek, Eugenio, Gaykwan, and John were the last five policemen Mocha had to kill before the escape from Omega could resume. The police squad all attended the same academy together, along with the dead guys: Frank, Darquisha and Dakika. They did not start corrupt; most grunts usually shared the aspirations of "changing things", "fighting for the greater good", and whatever other slogans some tired hack read from a stage. They based their entire personalities on scripts written by a board of propagandists. Not even the police knew if there was life outside of the walls. That idea had been extinguished from their memory banks.

Once enlisted, their hearts grew cold. Omega had a way of corrupting even the most precious snow flower. Credits was the most basic method, but for men, it seemed to be attention that they craved most. Attention from higher-ups, an invitation to the Citadel, a promotion to become a Peacekeeper... Recognition for their valiant service. Pats on the back. Looks from the most lusty women that would never breathe in their direction if it weren't for their status. Respect from civvies that were shills for whichever political party was in power. Tatsuki had referred to them as Omega d-riders in many transmissions.

There were females in the Omega police, but none in this particular squad. They shared the same aspirations as men, but more often took bribes of money and power over fleshly pursuits. Young men threw themselves at these women; they could sleep with ten young bucks a day and never go through the entire catalog, but for some reason, most police women slept with other girls.

One cover-up led to another and they became greedy and complacent. Perhaps if they spent more time training rather than sleeping with impudent strumpets, they would have been able to protect their comrades from death. Who is this woman? She fights like a demon. How did a terrorist learn to fight like this? What did we get ourselves into... Where the hell is our backup? Probably drunk and high at the office. Oh that's right, there was a striptease happening at the barracks right now... DAMN! We're missing the show!

"I'm going to pull her teeth one by one... beat her face to a pulp..." Faito said. John wanted to keep her just barely alive, tear that kimono off and do the deed, just like he did hundreds of times to defenseless women in the past. Eugenio and Gaykwan wanted to finish this up and go to the bar and drink to their dead friends. Mardeek wanted to go home to see his wife and daughter, but leaving wasn't an option.

They all directed their anger toward the purple-eyed woman. The drive for blood became personal. Their precious ego was damaged. Nobody messes with Omega police! NOBODY!

Mocha shot Mardeek in the back and his shield dropped. He turned around and fired an arc at nothing. They all rushed to where the blasts came from, but she was gone. Their fury boiled.

"Coward! Show yourself!" Gaykwan said.

"Shut up!" John said.

Mocha was hanging from the ledge right by their feet. A pulse grenade she procured from Dakika's dead body rolled between Mardeek and Eugenio. BOOM! Mardeek transformed into a beautiful mist of gore and several limbs. Eugenio was thrown off the 2nd floor; he screamed and crashed through a table. Mocha had already dropped down to avoid the blast and was waiting for him. She stabbed him. His finger reflexively squeezed the trigger, shooting the ceiling and inadvertently blasting one of the sprinklers.

Dakika's comrades shot from above as Mocha zig-zagged from their field-of-view. She ran quite a distance while the rest of the policemen vaulted over to the 1st floor. By the time they dropped down, Mocha had flipped up onto the second floor. She fired her pulse pistol at Faito and his shields dropped. He fired back and she dove inside of a store.

"Eugenio! Eugenio! Damn! She's killing us off!" Faito yelled.

"Shut up! She's just one woman. There!" John pointed at a ledge with flowers atop it. "Gaykwan, you first, we'll cover you."