V M The Hot Head and The Ice Queen (Weiss and The Prisoner Resurrection Quest)

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"What is it?"

"Don't know, don't care. Just pack it in the box and ship it off, like the boss said."

"Fine. Whatever," the first man grumbled. Using a large steel shovel, he scoops the 'thing' up and tosses it into a nearby plastic shipping bin. A sort of greenish blob, it had jittered a bit as they had approached it, but seemed to either be dead or just not care during the whole shoveling thing.

Brad and Terry were the men the Masked Man had sent out to handle this task. Not quite nameless, but grunts just the same, they always got stuck with the menial work. Just as Brad, a scrawny, blonde, middle-aged fella moved to close the box, Terry (his rotund, black companion) stopped him.

"Hold up. Boss said to put this in there too," he says, pulling an ornate sword from his pack.

"Whoa. You sure? Looks pretty fancy to be tossing out with the trash."

"Look Brad. I don't make the rules, alright? I just do what I'm told so I don't end up like Glitchy Glen. And you should too, if you know what's good for ya."

Brad seems to contemplate that for a moment, then shrugs and waits for Terry to toss the sword in. With their work complete, they seal the thing up and begin the work of dragging it back to HQ so it can be shipped off to Gods-Knows-Where.

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"What is it?"

"Don't know, don't care. Just put it in the body and see what it can do, like the boss said."

"Fine. Whatever," the first Illithid grumbled. Double-checking its protective suit for tears, it lifts the 'thing' from its glass case and drops it onto the body on the table before them. It doesn't take long before the greenish blob zips along the torso and inserts itself into the neck of proffered, and headless, corpse. A few seconds later, a ghostly, heatless flame erupts from the wound, a single eye popping into existence on the front.

Br'd and T'ree were the Illithid the Elder Brain had assigned to handle the experimentation with this thing. Not quite nameless, they were still the most expendable members of the cabal and tended to get stuck with the most dangerous assignments. Just as Br'd, a bluish-hued and scrawny Illithid, tried to drive his knife into the chest of the thing, so they could begin the process again with another corpse, T'ree (its squatter, more purely companion) stopped it.

"Hold up. Boss said we should take some notes first," it says, pulling out a pad and pen.

"Whoa. You sure? We don't know how dangerous this thing can be, right?"

"Look Br'd. I don't make the rules, alright? I just do what I'm told so I don't end up like Brainless B'rndin. And you should too, if you know what's good for you."

Br'd seems to contemplate that for a moment, then shrugs and waits for T'ree to jot down its notes. With their work complete, they drive their blade into the body, and scoop the slime up as it exits the re-killed corpse, placing it back into its glass container while they wait for another body from Gods-Know-Where.
 

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The azure container shimmered in the darkness of the back of the Illithid’s chambers. The Healing properties of the slime had been developed long before the mindstealers’ colony had been created, and reserved for special cases. In this particular case, the ability to resurrect a dead woman from death, restoring her body to full condition… without lighting the spark of life upstairs.

A rare thing even for the mindflayers, the Illithid reserved its use for special cases, as not even they had the resources to continuously resurrect the dead without pause.

But what they had found was a treasure indeed.

With the death game ending and many dying, the illithid had learned from seeing those that had been eliminated in the Dante’s abyss tournament earlier, and some of them were transported off-world to various different areas. Many had already revived, of course, in some incomprehensible fashion that contestants in such games tended to, and yet others were buried elsewhere entirely, but one in particular had landed on Inverxe, unbreathing and unmoving.

The huntress that had fought through the constant battles, dying and coming back again and again, with a durable body and powerful attacks. In the time since the shadows had beckoned, in the strife since Rose Quartz had taken over Inverxe, such a powerful fighter would fit the Illithid’s needs quite well.


At least, if the Illithid’s could finish the work on time. The body was almost finished, but healing it in such a way to allow an intellect devourer to properly take over without allowing further deterioration had taken them quite a bit more time. Still, Overseer T’chznn was quite certain that by the end of the week they’d have their new weapon - one they’d happily unleash on the beasts that had defied their rule under the embrace of the Fallen Arbiter.

The restored body hung lifeless, limp against the wall, twitching on occasion as an Illithid did necessary work on a psychic scale, and so far, the holding cell seemed stable - the subject was perfectly healed, kept even with her equipment and weapon nearby recovered and repaired. She was also perfectly braindead, though this required careful work to maintain - the moment the subjects’ head had been regrown the body had seemed eager to do regeneration itself, and she’d more than once nearly regained consciousness, but the mind-flayers were nothing if not thorough, and for now they’d held the subject perfectly still.

Priest Al’thunh looked over their work with pride, enjoying the work he could see put in, as a pair of his best men moved in the second contestant they’d captured - ‘the prisoner’, would serve their lords well, too.

Giving a vague wave to B’rd and T’ree to send them to their other duties, Overseer Al’thunh gave a broad smile as he turned away from his masterpiece. It was time to obtain the right intellect devourer for the job, and the warrior would at last be his.

It was unfortunate, then, that he turned at the right time to miss when the blue fluid was invaded by a splash of lime green…

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The corpse laid still, unmoving and unresisting, even as the vat’s color changed. The quiet of the halls was unmolested by any gawkers, all illithid who valued their life and status keeping away from Priest Al’thunh’s personal Project. Overseer T’chznn was already running dry on warriors and low on mood, and the rest of the colony knew better than to tempt his wrath by opening that which was shut for a reason. It was this caution that left their defenses ironically low as the viridescent fluids seeped through the tanks and into Weiss’s body. Proximity sensors and psionic monitoring alike failed to notice the intruder as it had slipped into the tank, dying the azure within in it’s own colours

For a moment, the body shook, struggling and shaking as though some semblance of life had repossessed it, and the body convulsed and shook. As though struck by a taser, the body’s arms and legs twitched and spasmed and convulsed, going through every bodily motion as the green liquid drained into the Huntress’s comatose body.

Then, after a short moment, it finally stopped. The vat’s fluids dried, leaving no trace of it’s embalming liquid, but the huntress’s eyes were open… if glowing a sickly green.

“Imagine, a truly compatible organic body… what a rarity.” ‘Weiss’ said.

Looking down to herself with a frown, the woman was quick to smash the nearby glass, the white-haired huntress taking no more than a second to shake the shards from a regenerating hand, before donning familiar garments. “Tch. No sense of modesty for these psychics. Still…”

By now, Alarms had been raised, the Colony had been brought up in arms, and the body that once belonged to Weiss Schnee had just managed to pick up a rapier before B’rd and T’ree rushed in.

The smiling demon blasted both of them with a pair of crimson bala, before firing a third for the Prisoner’s tank. The Jar smashed unceremoniusly, allowing the warrior's slime to go free.

“I think it’s time we get out of here!”
 

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The mass of greyish-green slime splashed against the far wall, the force of the blast enough to send it flying. But... not enough to harm it. In fact, in all the months of experimentation the Illithid have done, none had discovered any way to injure the creature. Not in any appreciable way, at least. It's 'body' was fluid, and seemed to lack any boiling or freezing point. Acids and bases rose to its surface without effect, and even explosives did little more than scatter it about before it would reform.

It could, however, be contained. And so it had been, those many months, when the scientists of the Project weren't experimenting on it. But now? It was free! It's eye bent in an unnatural and disconcerting way, showing pleasure. Pulling itself back together, it rolled over to 'Weiss' and bounced up and down excitedly. It's excitement quickly faded, it's pupil narrowing in scrutiny of the woman before it. Something wasn't right, was it?

There really wasn't time to think about it, however, as the first blasts of violently violet psychic energy began to whiz into the room. Low to the ground, and easy to escape notice, The Prisoner nonetheless started in surprise and darted towards a low examination table to hide. 'Weiss', on the other hand, took a far more casual approach. As two new aggressors entered the room, hands filled with masses of mental energy, 'she' attacked. With viperish grace, 'she' flowed forward, 'her' lithe body slipping past panicked energy blasts in a deadly dance that ended with two be-tentacled heads rolling along the cold stone floor.

As the creature within Weiss surveyed 'her' work with a small smirk, The Prisoner made its move. With surprising speed for a creature without limbs, it zipped out of cover and towards one of the new corpses. The freshly exposed trachea made an excellent ingress point for the slimy thing, its entire form disappearing within the hole in the blink of an eye. For a brief second, nothing happened. Then, the body began to come to 'life'.

Limbs jerked and tensed, writhing as though the body could feel excruciating pain coursing through it. With stuttering movements, it slowly, inexorably, pushed itself into a kneel, then a crouch, until finally it stood on its feet. As the involuntary muscle spasms faded, a flame burst into existence where its head once had been. A greenish flame, with a large, cartoonish eye.
 

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For a time, the Beheaded simply took in its surroundings, its eye scanning from this to that as it turned in a small circle. Weiss had certainly done a good job of laying waste to this laboratory. Crackling electrical sparks emanated from snapped wiring, and small fires dotted the tables and floor from the various combustible chemicals which had been released from their beaker prisons in the chaos of that first attack. And, of course, the two Illithid guards, or scientists, or whatever… well they were little more than smoking char-shadows streaked onto the wall.

The one-eyed creature nodded its approval towards the situation and approached the woman, holding out its hand for a handshake of thanks. Whether she would have taken it or not, it never found out, as, suddenly, the lights cut off, throwing the duo into what would have been a pitch darkness, were it not for the smattering of fires (and the Beheaded’s own flaming head) lighting the room. Then, with equal suddenness, the darkness ended. And the silence. A shrieking alarm began to sound through the complex, and if the undead had had ears, it would have tried to block out the noise with its hands.

Red lights began flashing from small alcoves in the upper corners of the room as well, leading it to believe, probably correctly, that their little jail-break had been found out. Turning from the Beheaded, Weiss took action immediately and strode confidently out of the laboratory. It was only a step or two behind, the subtle change in the coloration of its flame giving away its anxiety and concern. This would have been so much easier if they could have just slipped out unnoticed…
 

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The white-haired huntress bore an unfamiliar grin as she continued forward, placing a hand to her chin in mock contemplation as the alarms rang off, and as they strode into the next room.

Fluids contained in jars were scattered all about a greater facility of violet and ebon matter, the blight of the Mind-flayers having consumed the area into a living reflection of themselves.

“Looks like they know we’re here.” Weiss would reply with a half-faked sigh, before outstretching her fingers. “How about we keep them distracted while we escape, then?” She asked.

Without missing a single step, the Huntress casually walked forward, firing Bala after bala at the tanks she passed, and smashing jar after jar. Many were simply brains, growing devourers or food-supplies, but others seemed to hit some sort of power system, or at least luminescence system. As soon as the lights went Dark, Weiss’s grin glittered through the badly lit hallways as she urged the Beheaded forward. “Come on. I think that’s our chance!” She called out, sounding for a moment like she always did. “We’re getting out of this together!”

The sound of Boots and heels clacking through the facility was still quick to draw the attention of a new pack of mind-flayers, as a trio of Illithid blocked their path, Their intellect devouring dogs in tow.

“Company.” Weiss stated flatly, as she looked to the Beheaded. “...Stay back, I want to handle this properly.”

yield” The Illithid called out, as the three linked their minds together in psychic assault, and the Beheaded behind the huntress clutched his head in agony.

The White-haired huntress, however, was undeterred, as a smile curled around her lips.

“No, I don’t think I will.” She replied, as a cero charged in her hands, pale red light growing, then released in a vicious blast.

One of the Illithid, and it’s vicious dog, managed to dodge the blast wave. The rest were incinerated to cinders as the familiar whine of a kettle blared across the area.

Weiss was already behind them as she struck, grasping the remaining Illithid by the Neck as she squeezed. “Why make it more painful for yourself? I simply don’t understand…” The White-haired huntress replied with a grin, as she squeezed down.

Beneath, the animated brain-beast lunged forward, Leaping at Weiss’s body, before being put down neatly with a single heavy-handed blow from the Prisoner.

Weiss turned with a smile, before throwing the cold body of the Illithid from her hands.

“Thank you for saving me-” She began to say, before the beheaded turned away from her, his flame flickering in increasing agitation.

Weiss just gave a sigh and a shrug, almost mechanically.
“...Sorry, I… suppose I’m simply not feeling right, after so long imprisoned here. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” The huntress spoke, her voice seeming almost mechanical as she spoke.

The Beheaded simply turned around… The flames vibrance reducing as he considered her words, before simply turning back to the next hallway, getting ready to move on.


The white-haired womans smile returned, as he looked away, but if he noticed, he gave no sign.
 
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