"No Life 'Til Leather"

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"... Mmm... Stupid, old-ass, moronic... maybe not moronic, but you get it."

A soft, yet distorted buzzing chased his words.

"... How? How do you expect me to just sit back and do fuck-all? Do you want to turn into an its-bitsy jester for the old man?"

Buzz.

"Or woman, fine. Still, doesn't change the fact they wanna make us into a court clown."

The buzzing grew a little more pushy.

"You're going there. You're actually going there. I thought we had that behind us, a good two millenia back or so. It doesn't matter who was whose slave, it matters who WE are, right NOW. And you're trying to..."

And more pushy. Buzz-buzz.

"... You're trying to put a leash 'round me neck again! And I'm not listening to the biggest hypocrite on Terra teaching me manners, 'cause you ain't got none! It–..."

Buzz.

"The past DOES matter! I never said it didn't! If it didn't matter I wouldn't be running 'round and carrying me dear Susie everywhere, would I? But what do YOU know about it, of all people? You're not even a person, you're a pile of metal."

The buzz sighed in helpless defeat.

"Yeah. That's what I thought, twat. I'm doing this only, and ONLY because Kal asked. I hear one more word about "obsessive tendencies" and I'm digging you out of that handle. What? You can crush me, sure. Oh, you won't. Nah, you won't. Oh, you won't you p-... HEY! HEY... BWAHAHAHA, PUT ME DOWN, YOU CUNT! Y-YOU... MY DAYS, PUT ME DOWN, URI! DON'T LIFT ME LIKE THAT! YOU'RE... FUCK, YOU'RE PUSHING TOO HARD INTO MY RIBS, B-... BWUUUH..."

Salvos of laughter echoed through the hallways of the Rhodes Island landship, as a pair of metal gauntlets carried onward a giggly, wriggling worm of a man. His poor attempts at setting himself free all ended before they could even properly begin, halted once forcefully dragged and dropped in front of a rather unassuming door. Anton curled on the floor, clutching onto his broken ribs and wheezing with laughter.

"Y-You cunt... you shattered me ribcage again."

Past his whimpers and giggles, a hard metal thud broke through, the sound of a massive blade resting roughly against the floor. The eye-like gem that lay in the handguard narrowed its cold gaze and focused solely on the man, towering and silently judging from above. Despite the imposing presence, it produced a gentle, generally amused buzz and extended one of its gauntlets to forcefully drag him up by the collar.

"Nah, it's broken alright. It's gone. That's a visit to Kal you just signed me up for, you wanker. And don't say "not like you'd mind." He smirked at the sight of the eye-gem rolling its iris, then kicked the blade over. It shrieked in displeasure, then fell to the floor and shook the entire hallway awake. A few lightbulbs shattered. "... Now we're even. Let's just get this done with."

With a sigh of preparation, Anton steeled himself for the conversation ahead. Standing before this damned door, again. Completely unprepared and mentally vulnerable like ever, again. Any problem that ever came his way, usually went with a few swings of the sword, but the real issues, the ones awaiting behind doors just like this one, or in the hallways - they couldn't ever be fixed by waving around a ton of steel. They required a clear mind. A healthy approach. A hefty pile of nerves to be gnawed on. A bundle of hair to tear from his scalp. How he hated talking it through. Maybe Uri was actually right, maybe he really was projecting.