Mr_DC
Been a while
05.07.2262. Prime, Epsilon
Ecstasy Trust Headquarters
The late afternoon suns cast long shadows across Violet's office. Violet herself sat perched on the edge of her desk, a delicate porcelain teacup balanced gracefully in her hand. Across the room, Millie lounged on a plush leather sofa, her white fur soft across the dark material.
The wall-mounted screen flickered with images of chaos, the voice of the news anchor cutting through the room's silence:
"...day 62 of the ongoing corporate conflict. What started as a clash between Ecstasy Trust and Koola Kartel has now drawn in other major players. Typhoon Industries has publicly aligned with Koola Kartel, while Dreadnaught Industries has thrown its support behind Ecstasy Trust and Kaiser Security."
The screen split, showing side-by-side footage of burning buildings and armed conflicts in the streets.
"Despite Ecstasy Trust's continued insistence that they are merely defending themselves, public opinion has soured on both corporations. Citizens are growing weary of the constant disruptions to daily life."
Violet took a sip of her tea, her purple eyes never leaving the screen.
The anchor continued, her voice grave: "In response to the escalating violence, the Military Police has been fully mobilized. Reports indicate they've inflicted heavy casualties on both sides in their efforts to restore order. While their presence seems to temporarily quell conflicts, the war shows no signs of stopping."
Footage played of MP units in full riot gear, their weapons blazing as they pushed back against corporate forces. Bodies littered the streets, the casualties of both corporations and civilians alike.
Violet sighed, setting her cup down with a soft clink. "It's getting tiresome how effective the MPs are against our people," she mused, her tone more annoyed than concerned.
Millie's ears twitched, her pale blue eyes flicking to Violet. "They'd be less effective if we were allowed to fight back," she growled, a hint of frustration in her voice.
Violet waved a dismissive hand. "And risk angering One? Starting a war with the government? That's not a game we can-"
Her words were cut short by a deafening boom. The building shook, the reinforced windows trembling in their frames. Teacups rattled, and a few ornaments toppled from their shelves.
"Fuck!" Millie sprang to her feet, her relaxed demeanor instantly replaced by alert tension.
Both women rushed to the window, their eyes scanning the scene below. A massive crater marred the street in front of the building, twisted metal and concrete debris scattered along with body parts in a wide radius. Smoke billowed from the wreckage of what had once been a car, now nothing more than a charred skeleton. People ran in panic, their screams faintly audible even from this height.
Violet let out a low whistle, her brow furrowing. "That's... concerning. Our intelligence should have caught wind of this."
As if in response to her words, a sharp crack split the air. A spiderweb of fissures appeared in the window, centered around a small, deep impact point right at Violet's eye level.
Neither woman flinched. They stood motionless, staring at the bullet now embedded in the supposedly impenetrable glass.
A loud gunshot that echoed from just a few floors above went out as a reply. Millie nodded, a grim smile on her face. "Well, they didn't miss that one," she said, turning and sauntering back to the couch. She flopped down, stretching out as if nothing had happened.
Violet remained at the window for a moment longer, her eyes scanning the surrounding buildings. Finally, she turned away, muttering under her breath. "Crazy junkie," she grumbled, clearly referring to Koola.
She returned to her desk, picking up her teacup once more. The liquid inside had cooled, but she sipped it anyway, her face twisting slightly at the less-than-ideal temperature.
Ecstasy Trust Headquarters
The late afternoon suns cast long shadows across Violet's office. Violet herself sat perched on the edge of her desk, a delicate porcelain teacup balanced gracefully in her hand. Across the room, Millie lounged on a plush leather sofa, her white fur soft across the dark material.
The wall-mounted screen flickered with images of chaos, the voice of the news anchor cutting through the room's silence:
"...day 62 of the ongoing corporate conflict. What started as a clash between Ecstasy Trust and Koola Kartel has now drawn in other major players. Typhoon Industries has publicly aligned with Koola Kartel, while Dreadnaught Industries has thrown its support behind Ecstasy Trust and Kaiser Security."
The screen split, showing side-by-side footage of burning buildings and armed conflicts in the streets.
"Despite Ecstasy Trust's continued insistence that they are merely defending themselves, public opinion has soured on both corporations. Citizens are growing weary of the constant disruptions to daily life."
Violet took a sip of her tea, her purple eyes never leaving the screen.
The anchor continued, her voice grave: "In response to the escalating violence, the Military Police has been fully mobilized. Reports indicate they've inflicted heavy casualties on both sides in their efforts to restore order. While their presence seems to temporarily quell conflicts, the war shows no signs of stopping."
Footage played of MP units in full riot gear, their weapons blazing as they pushed back against corporate forces. Bodies littered the streets, the casualties of both corporations and civilians alike.
Violet sighed, setting her cup down with a soft clink. "It's getting tiresome how effective the MPs are against our people," she mused, her tone more annoyed than concerned.
Millie's ears twitched, her pale blue eyes flicking to Violet. "They'd be less effective if we were allowed to fight back," she growled, a hint of frustration in her voice.
Violet waved a dismissive hand. "And risk angering One? Starting a war with the government? That's not a game we can-"
Her words were cut short by a deafening boom. The building shook, the reinforced windows trembling in their frames. Teacups rattled, and a few ornaments toppled from their shelves.
"Fuck!" Millie sprang to her feet, her relaxed demeanor instantly replaced by alert tension.
Both women rushed to the window, their eyes scanning the scene below. A massive crater marred the street in front of the building, twisted metal and concrete debris scattered along with body parts in a wide radius. Smoke billowed from the wreckage of what had once been a car, now nothing more than a charred skeleton. People ran in panic, their screams faintly audible even from this height.
Violet let out a low whistle, her brow furrowing. "That's... concerning. Our intelligence should have caught wind of this."
As if in response to her words, a sharp crack split the air. A spiderweb of fissures appeared in the window, centered around a small, deep impact point right at Violet's eye level.
Neither woman flinched. They stood motionless, staring at the bullet now embedded in the supposedly impenetrable glass.
A loud gunshot that echoed from just a few floors above went out as a reply. Millie nodded, a grim smile on her face. "Well, they didn't miss that one," she said, turning and sauntering back to the couch. She flopped down, stretching out as if nothing had happened.
Violet remained at the window for a moment longer, her eyes scanning the surrounding buildings. Finally, she turned away, muttering under her breath. "Crazy junkie," she grumbled, clearly referring to Koola.
She returned to her desk, picking up her teacup once more. The liquid inside had cooled, but she sipped it anyway, her face twisting slightly at the less-than-ideal temperature.
