Post by Greed on Apr 6, 2013 11:05:21 GMT -5
This was a short assignment I fulfilled in Creative Writing a while back; the only requirement was to start the assignment with dialogue.
I am considering continuing this though.
“Seline! Woman, where is that paperwork you were supposed to fill out about our last assignment!” The halls of the Devoid Kyril Security offices were bustling as they ever were, with humans and androids both fulfilling their typical daily roles. One woman, however… as great as she excelled at almost every aspect of her profession, there was one part of it that didn’t quite click with her…
“Madd, really… we just got back from that assignment, what, a day ago? I’m still cleaning the gore out of my prosthetics. I mean, hell-!” The woman in question was a young woman in tanktop and shorts, long pink hair, and two metallic limbs. She reached over with her normal hand, and yanked a long sliver of… something red and fleshy out of her opposing elbow joint, before making a face, and dropping it in the garbage pail by her desk.
“Yeah, well, the boss is bothering me about it endlessly, because he’s too scared to talk to you directly.” Madd, compared to Seline, was a huge, muscular man with a crew cut, and a fair amount of facial hair.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the big bad reaper of devoid, woe betide all who incur my ire, or some nonsense like that, right? Tell the general if he wants something done, that he has to wait for me to fix this. I can’t type with a wonky arm.” True to her claim, Seline’s left arm was making some odd grinding noises, and twitched occasionally. The normally blue status lights were bright red, indicating the crippling malfunction.
“Still…we succeeded in taking that thing down, right? It had already killed so many people by the time we got there….” Madd snorted, not wanting to bring that “thing” up again. Monsters, dragons, giant bears, demons, and spiders were one thing. Escaped science experiments like that thing were another. Seline and her squad had been ordered to take it down with no prior knowledge of what they were facing… but it had been easy enough to figure out what it was.
“It’s our job, Madd, deal with it. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Madd threw his arms up and walked away, grumbling as he did so. Seline returned to attempting to pick out the cracks of her screwed up prosthetic, as she stared around the office. Anyone who noticed her looking at them quickly returned to their work, or left the room in short order. A blank word processor document stared at her from her computer’s holographic screen, and she was at a loss as to what to give as her report. The nature of the encounter the previous day had been part of her job, and yet reporting it was a difficult thing to do. With a short sigh, Seline typed slowly with her good hand, writing up an abbreviated report of the encounter. Typing with one hand was slow, and tedious to boot. The so called “Reaper of Devoid City” didn’t have the patience to type out multiple pages just to convey information.
“Target was one (supposedly) human, male child. Child had the capacity to command several large bladed pieces of metal. At least 34 individual people were slaughtered before we got there. More of my squad lost their lives in the line of duty as well. Subject was wearing a ripped white hospital gown. Requesting more information on this detail. Eliminated target personally.” That was all that she needed say, really. If her superiors didn’t like the abbreviated version… well, they wouldn’t bother her anyways. Her reputation preceded her in that regard, and this was one of the few times she was thankful for it.
“Gods…” Seline looked at her twitching prosthetic arm, and sighed, “I hate paperwork.”
I am considering continuing this though.
“Seline! Woman, where is that paperwork you were supposed to fill out about our last assignment!” The halls of the Devoid Kyril Security offices were bustling as they ever were, with humans and androids both fulfilling their typical daily roles. One woman, however… as great as she excelled at almost every aspect of her profession, there was one part of it that didn’t quite click with her…
“Madd, really… we just got back from that assignment, what, a day ago? I’m still cleaning the gore out of my prosthetics. I mean, hell-!” The woman in question was a young woman in tanktop and shorts, long pink hair, and two metallic limbs. She reached over with her normal hand, and yanked a long sliver of… something red and fleshy out of her opposing elbow joint, before making a face, and dropping it in the garbage pail by her desk.
“Yeah, well, the boss is bothering me about it endlessly, because he’s too scared to talk to you directly.” Madd, compared to Seline, was a huge, muscular man with a crew cut, and a fair amount of facial hair.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the big bad reaper of devoid, woe betide all who incur my ire, or some nonsense like that, right? Tell the general if he wants something done, that he has to wait for me to fix this. I can’t type with a wonky arm.” True to her claim, Seline’s left arm was making some odd grinding noises, and twitched occasionally. The normally blue status lights were bright red, indicating the crippling malfunction.
“Still…we succeeded in taking that thing down, right? It had already killed so many people by the time we got there….” Madd snorted, not wanting to bring that “thing” up again. Monsters, dragons, giant bears, demons, and spiders were one thing. Escaped science experiments like that thing were another. Seline and her squad had been ordered to take it down with no prior knowledge of what they were facing… but it had been easy enough to figure out what it was.
“It’s our job, Madd, deal with it. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Madd threw his arms up and walked away, grumbling as he did so. Seline returned to attempting to pick out the cracks of her screwed up prosthetic, as she stared around the office. Anyone who noticed her looking at them quickly returned to their work, or left the room in short order. A blank word processor document stared at her from her computer’s holographic screen, and she was at a loss as to what to give as her report. The nature of the encounter the previous day had been part of her job, and yet reporting it was a difficult thing to do. With a short sigh, Seline typed slowly with her good hand, writing up an abbreviated report of the encounter. Typing with one hand was slow, and tedious to boot. The so called “Reaper of Devoid City” didn’t have the patience to type out multiple pages just to convey information.
“Target was one (supposedly) human, male child. Child had the capacity to command several large bladed pieces of metal. At least 34 individual people were slaughtered before we got there. More of my squad lost their lives in the line of duty as well. Subject was wearing a ripped white hospital gown. Requesting more information on this detail. Eliminated target personally.” That was all that she needed say, really. If her superiors didn’t like the abbreviated version… well, they wouldn’t bother her anyways. Her reputation preceded her in that regard, and this was one of the few times she was thankful for it.
“Gods…” Seline looked at her twitching prosthetic arm, and sighed, “I hate paperwork.”