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Warnings and static overran Temujin's vision. Umbri's voice was filtered into distortions through his battered sensors. Up was down, down was up, and his inner compass spun in rapid, erratic circles. [color=DC091C][b]"Ogh!... AKH!! Nzzzt…!"[/b][/color] The ninja's systems scrambled to restore his three senses, and when they succeeded, he saw her.

Falling.

[color=DC091C][b]"...NO!" [/b][/color]

He shouted, reaching out with a feeble, phantom limb. The world slowed to an agonising crawl, every microsecond of her fall flitting before his eyes. [i]No…![/i] He yelled again, but no voice came through, frozen by an emotion even cyborgs recognise. 

She stopped falling. He couldn't believe it. Relief swelled in his chest. Relief that was cut short as he became aware of their surroundings. [color=DC091C][b]"HEY! Hands off!"[/b][/color] He barked at the red-goggled miscreant. His pale entrails jiggled against the prodding of the shotgun, and… something… tumbled out between them. Temujin's static-laden vision turned towards the woman with the contraption, burning through layers of silver-plated hull in a distinctly… illegal… manner. 

[color=DC091C][b]"...You're lawbreakers,"[/b][/color] Temujin realised. He saw red. This day just wouldn't end. Steam hissed from the nostrils of his mask and he thrashed about, flinging white fluid from his wounds. [color=DC091C][b]"I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"[/b][/color]

[b]“Teehee,”[/b] red goggles giggled, [b]“Hey Shivs, it tells jokes.”[/b] With that they brutally tore out Temujin’s electrolyte generator.

[color=DC091C][b]"NOOOOOO!"[/b][/color] Temujin wiggled and thrashed as a beached fish. A torrent of hot white fluids splattered outwards, trickling down from the glowing, pulsating, bean-shaped organ. [color=DC091C][b]"Augh…!"[/b][/color] The ninja cried out, curling up in a heap as he watched Stabby pocket a part of him.

[b]“Pretty loud for a robot,”[/b] Shanks called back, not taking his eyes off the panicked woman in his grip. [b]“You think it’s programmed to feel pain?”[/b]

[b]“It’s all just 1s and 0s anyway, but [i]sure[/i], I’ll check out its model,” [/b]Stabby put their dripping hands in the air and waved him off, scanning the body with their eyes. Between Temujin’s horns, his name was half blotted out by dried thresher blood. [b]“Hmm? We’ve got a… T-E-M…U-”[/b]