WHO: Sollux and Karkat.
WHAT: Some space skirmishing triggers Sollux's programming, and he goes into agent mode again.
WHEN: A few days after they leave the Rebellion HQ.
There were times when things would just slip away from him. Usually these phases passed by unnoticed, he'd simply fall into the trance he'd spent most of his life with the Empire in, becoming distant and unresponsive but importantly not dangerous. It came and went like the depressive sides of his bipolar disorder, and with enough time he would start feeling like himself again and crawl back out of his shell.
But this was different. Curled up in his shared respite block while everybody else was busying themselves with the space skirmish Wherein Two Legislacerators was currently engaged in, the familiar sound of plasma missiles seemed to wake something up inside of him.
He was on an enemy ship, he slowly realized, and the only answer his programming would provide for him was that he'd been taken captive. The method for dealing with that, if he was allowed to roam free, was simple. He needed to return to the Empire, but first he would take the opportunity to destroy this vessel and the crew along with it.
Something deep down struggled against this idea, but it was buried deep in a morass of familiar, oppressing commands. He staggered to his feet, trying to remember where he was on the ship. He didn't have his weapons, but he knew full well that he'd never needed them in the first place.
He was a weapon in himself.
He escaped down one of the halls, carefully avoiding the trolls he came across. He could have killed them easily, but there was no point in leaving a trail of bodies to his location. That location ended up being the door of the engine room, which was securely locked.
That was fine. He didn't have his computer with him anymore so he couldn't do this the easy way, but he knew more than one way to handle these matters. He tore the panel beneath the electric lock open, and began messing around with the wires. He knew a combination that would open it up, and if not, he was prepared to tear down the door with psionics.
Then he would deal with this ship, and head back to Empire space where he belonged.
WHAT: Some space skirmishing triggers Sollux's programming, and he goes into agent mode again.
WHEN: A few days after they leave the Rebellion HQ.
There were times when things would just slip away from him. Usually these phases passed by unnoticed, he'd simply fall into the trance he'd spent most of his life with the Empire in, becoming distant and unresponsive but importantly not dangerous. It came and went like the depressive sides of his bipolar disorder, and with enough time he would start feeling like himself again and crawl back out of his shell.
But this was different. Curled up in his shared respite block while everybody else was busying themselves with the space skirmish Wherein Two Legislacerators was currently engaged in, the familiar sound of plasma missiles seemed to wake something up inside of him.
He was on an enemy ship, he slowly realized, and the only answer his programming would provide for him was that he'd been taken captive. The method for dealing with that, if he was allowed to roam free, was simple. He needed to return to the Empire, but first he would take the opportunity to destroy this vessel and the crew along with it.
Something deep down struggled against this idea, but it was buried deep in a morass of familiar, oppressing commands. He staggered to his feet, trying to remember where he was on the ship. He didn't have his weapons, but he knew full well that he'd never needed them in the first place.
He was a weapon in himself.
He escaped down one of the halls, carefully avoiding the trolls he came across. He could have killed them easily, but there was no point in leaving a trail of bodies to his location. That location ended up being the door of the engine room, which was securely locked.
That was fine. He didn't have his computer with him anymore so he couldn't do this the easy way, but he knew more than one way to handle these matters. He tore the panel beneath the electric lock open, and began messing around with the wires. He knew a combination that would open it up, and if not, he was prepared to tear down the door with psionics.
Then he would deal with this ship, and head back to Empire space where he belonged.