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TC: You little /insect/! /You/ won't be harmed, but if you don't surrender, your friend will be taken apart piecemeal. We don't actually need him. Not alive, anyway.

Yuuta: *soft sob* Leave him alone! *what does he do?! What does he do?!*

TC: ....Skywarp, bring the drone to the storage room. Remove his legs first if you have to to make sure /he/ doesn't escape you. *aloud and in Japanese so the boy hears it...and Warp had BETTER have that language patch in place by now!*

Warp: //Got it!// *to Deckard* We're going to go see your little fleshy friend now. Do I get to shoot off your legs or will you come easy? *the grin he gives Deckard says shooting his legs might be kind of fun.*

Deckard: *shies back, /scowling/, when yet another of these bastards comes in . . . they're serious about that threat, aren't they?* ....I'll go. *needs to get close to Yuuta before he can try to protect him*

Warp: *watching /closely/ as he gets Deckard's other foot free, then hands but keeps them bound in front of him, and then with a VOP, they're in the hall just outside of the storage room. He'll shove Deckard in before he has a chance to orient himself.*

Yuuta: D-Deckard!

Deckard: NnnaAH! *sensors /completely/ scrambled and balance shot by the teleport, easily knocked off his feet and crumples to the ground*

TC: *plants a foot on his back before he can recover, then crouches to press a rifle to the back of his head*  Next move is yours, fleshling.

Deckard:  Y-yuuta . . . d-don't . . .