
May 30th 2009
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She ran, that’s all she could do.
Mojo was sure they would be able to take her on but she hated the fact she had too run away.
Skorn, her ‘mistress’ had attacked her after the brainwashing effects had disappeared, breaking her arm in the process. Lucky enough she was saved so she could sneak into the throne room and see if the Kaiserin had left any plans lying about.
She slowly entered the throne room and the first thing that hit her was the smell. The aroma of roses was intense and beautiful.
It distracted Mojo for a moment as she was fascinated by all the roses in the throne room. Red ones were most common and she didn’t find that surprising.
A rose caught her eye. Mojo let go of her arm for the moment and went to it. She felt drawn to it somehow. It was a white rose, very pure and innocent looking. She giggled softly as to she took in the detail and then sighed.
“Oh well… I better look for…”
Unexpectedly she felt numb, she went to move her body but nothing happened. She wiggled a little but it was no use. She started panicking, struggling with the force around her.
“You know the rules of the army don’t you?” A voice called out behide her. She knew who it was. The head of the movement, the person who founded the Army of Roses and one of the most powerful opponents anyone has ever fought. “That’s two you are not following.”
Kaiserin Tibleam.
“Once you join the Army of Roses … You can NEVER leave…”
Suddenly Mojo felt pressure around her body, the cuts that had stop bleeding started once again. She yelped in pain as he broken arm seeped with blood. She struggled against the psychic power she was using and whimpered softly.
“You obey or?” Tibleam asked as she walked over to Mojo. She didn’t change facial expression. She was frowning softly. She stood beside Mojo waiting for an answer as Mojo shivered.
“Well?”
“You die?” Mojo whispered, nearly spitting out the words.
There was a large power surge going though her body. She screamed in pain as she squirmed harder. The lights on her leg shattered from all the energy.
Mojo felt her robotics’ short circuiting and the pain from that and intense pressure on her organic tissue was too much for her to handle, she shivered violently as her brain couldn’t take it anymore. It switched off, robotic and organic as she became unconscious.
Tibleam let her down as she went over to the monkey. She notice how badly damaged het cybernetics, wires shot out in certain areas, glass from her lights were all over the floor, and certain parts were melted. Her organic twitched while she was out cold.
“No point in killing something useful.” She smirked gently and radio contact Skorn to pick up her ‘ pet ’.
Skorn (c) skornthewolverine
Tibleam (c) nancher
Brushes (c) owners
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