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She was dreaming. Not one of those airy dreams where every wish seems to have bundled itself into one but the sort of dream in which it was hard to tell where reality ended and imaginary began. She was being dragged out to execution which was weird considering she hadn't reached the benchmark of eighteen yet but nevertheless, they had determined that she was to die. The weird thing about it was that she didn't seem to mind it whatsoever, she could even feel a smile tugging at her lips. She couldn't tell if it was brave insanity or mad courage but as the firing squads raised their rifles. Her eyes slipped closed and her breathing slowed. The sounds around her faded until all she could hear was her own breath. Just when she felt it was about time for it to end, a voice drilled into her head, reverberating into every crevice of her mind. [i]"GO NORTH![/i] Realisation dawned and she slipped from the dream, falling, falling endlessly.

Waking with a startled gasp, Athena stared around before sighing and cursing aloud. [color=red]"Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!"[/color] She remembered where she was but one thing was missing - the other fifty that were ushered into the ship alongside her. The glass panel stopping her escape didn't seem to require much force to open but as it creaked to an open position, she narrowly slid out and stretched her legs. Everything felt unusually heavy but a quick squeeze of her stomach proved that she didn't gain any weight. Though, to be fair, everything felt weird, even the air she breathed felt... real. She had went to the capital worlds before and although their air was meagre, it was wonderful compared to the recycled shit of Port Hope. This was leagues better than the both of them which instantly set some alarm bells ringing in her head; or at least, they would have if she didn't catch her eyes on a bright shard of light. Stalking the light on weakened feet that were slowly growing stronger, she reached the door and even she was kind of impressed. [color=red]"Well the shithead just went and sent us planetside. Fucking great."[/color]

Her eyes took a few moments to adjust to the self-imposing light. Finally, her stormy eyes focused on the scene outside. The fifty that had boarded the ship were scattered around the clearing between an impressively-built idiot who was burning his shirt and some dickheads who were trying to take the lead. That, in itself, wasn't on - how dare they leave her out!? They had hotties taking off their shirts and they didn't even invite her? [color=red]"Cunts..."[/color] Still though, those politicians looked like bad news and she would have to step in sooner or later but to do that, she needed power. Pre-ordained power than even numb-skull juvies could understand. 

Instead of skipping out into the glorious sunlight like the other inhabitants of the ship, she chose to press further into the belly of the beast. A quick exploration ended with her finding the cockpit. It had some interesting electrics in it but she was no engineer so she kinda had the desire to burn it all but that would just waste time. She needed a gun. Or two.

The guns, surprisingly, were found in the ship's small medical bay. Back when she was a freelance Criminal, Athena picked up quite a few skills on making improvised weapons and she saw a few tell-tale ingredients but she ignored them as she went for the pulse rifles. They were old, very old. Lost relics of a rebellion come and gone. As she remembered in history, there were quite a few failed rebellions in which the rebels lost sorely after the Inquisitors built armour to shield against the pulse weapons. They worked pretty well on unprotected flesh though so she was fine. Ignoring the "For emergencies" note, she took the smaller of the two weapons - a small rapid pulser - before wrapping the other heavier one around her body and slinging it around so it was on her back. Checking the smaller one, she flicked the safety off and checked the cartridge before standing. Weapon in hand, she saw no other reason to hunt through the ship and instead, made her way through to the outside of the ship. Pausing momentarily, she swept in a circle, looking up towards the sky. She had never seen a deeper blue in her whole life. She started to snicker, then she started to giggle until finally, her obnoxious laugh seemed to interrupt the serious goings-on of those around her.

They looked at her with annoyance until their eyes went wide with the realisation that she was armed. [color=red]"Oh forgive me! Were you guys... talking? All I heard was bullshit rhetoric, to be honest, but my hearing has been going weird. So what do we have here?"[/color] She cast her eyes over the small crowd gathered, specifically those on the rock and the girl they were turning on. [color=red]"The brains. The pretty face. And, let's not forget, the Princess. Quite the gang we have here."[/color] Wandering out, she casually swung the rapid pulser which earned a few restless shifts. She moved in a wide circle until she stopped right in front of a brown-haired girl who shuddered nervously when Athena pointed the gun into her stomach. The girl seemed to be holding some supplies which meant she was somewhat productive. Using her other hand, she casually raised her hand and took a gentle hold of the girl's chin. Turning, she gave her a devilish smile before turning away slowly.

[color=red]"We're always so sympathetic towards ourselves, towards our plights. The poor are always crying with clamouring palms, begging for the power to be the masters of their own destiny. We've lied to ourselves. When we're down, when we're hurt and injured, we quietly tell ourselves that power does not belong to us; we tell ourselves that power belongs to the intelligent, to the beautiful, to those who were born into privilege. It is a lie we've lived with, a lie we have abided so long that it's become part of our nature to be weak, to be powerless."[/color] Turning in a harsh circle, she rounded on the three she had picked on before. [color=red]"Power does not belong to them. Power doesn't belong to any of them. Power belongs to those who take it. To those who are sick of the lie."[/color]

Athena continued wandering until she was in between them and it was then that she chose to swing the heavy pulse rifle round and into her spare hand. Raising it, she looked around before dropping it on the ground. [color=red]"You think these juvies give a shit about any of you? You rule by example. Make them give a shit and they will follow you. Brains - you can show them your strength, Princess Legs over there just spoke out against you. Punish her. Princess - show them that you're more than the Inquisitor scum everyone around here thinks you are. Show them you're one of them, you heard what they said about you. Teach them a lesson. Unless, of course, you want to wake up with a knife in your stomach some morning?"[/color]