Fallout Equestria: Blue Destiny

by MagnetBolt

Chapter 79: Memories of You

“It’s sort of a long story,” Chum Buddy, or rather, Karma Bray, said. He dropped the accent he’d been using. He winced and tried to settle down in front of the Nightingale, leaning against the bulkheads of the sunken engineering platform and wincing when he moved. He held up a hoof before we could make the obvious reply. “I know, I know. We’ve got plenty of time.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Destiny said. “It’s impossible!”

“Impossible is a strong word,” Karma replied. “Obviously, it all started when Chamomile got infected with SIVA. The strain inside her grew before her mother replaced me as the Exodus Blue’s SIVA core. That meant it contained a tiny bit of my will.”

I held up my transformed right hoof, the composite armor forming the chitinous plates sliding smoothly when I flexed it.

“Yeah, in there,” Karma sighed. “I couldn’t do anything to influence you at all, I couldn’t even control how the SIVA grew. I did manage to move your leg on my own a few times, but only for a second.”

“That was you?” I remembered a few times, my hoof had reacted on its own to intercept some danger I couldn’t move quickly enough to stop on my own.

“Yeah, but it was… sort of like a bad dream,” he explained. “Did you ever have one of those dreams where they’re almost lucid, but you can’t control your body properly? Like you’re stumbling around half-blind and numb inside the dream.”

“Sleep paralysis,” Destiny provided. “It’s common.”

“I’ve been having a lot of those dreams lately,” I said. “But it’s not my body.”

“Now you know how I felt,” Karma said with a shrug. “What you’re receiving are the memories and thoughts of ponies infected by SIVA. Just little bits transmitted back through the network. Almost a hive mind, but disorganized and confused.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here now,” Destiny said.

“I’m getting to that,” Karma said. “See, the more SIVA strains you were exposed to, the more tricks your own infection learned. The strain from the Exodus Green had learned a lot about biology, even if it was focused on making improvements. Like when all your bones were shattered.”

I winced at the memory. “Right. I got all those spikes going through me, like the raiders that the High Priest deliberately infected. They pinned my bones back together and I had to pick them out like really deep scabs.”

“Exactly. And from the Exodus White… your SIVA learned how to build a whole artificial pony. Like Raven.” He motioned to himself. “Which brings me to, ah, me, I guess. When you died, SIVA put you in a kind of cryptobiotic state. Like those zombies in the Dark Sector. It forced your body to move, you broke into the Stable somewhere, and SIVA tried to rebuild you.”

“And what, it built you?” Destiny prompted.

“Yes, actually. My memories and whatever else you want to call it, my will, my soul, a tiny scrap of my magic signature. They were stored holographically, with even the smallest part containing the whole structure at a reduced resolution. When her SIVA infection went wild, I got popped out.”

He moved to show his wound. Inside the hole piercing his side, only machines were visible.

“It’s not a real body,” Karma said quietly. “It’s just a fake. I don’t even know how long it’s going to last, especially hanging around you. When I woke up, you were already gone.”

“Somepony found my body and dropped me off at the morgue,” I said, finishing his story.

“Not exactly. Look, what happened wasn’t your fault. You were legally dead at the time.”

Fear washed over me. “Tell me,” I said. My throat felt dry.

Karma sighed. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. SIVA can’t make something out of nothing. To really fix you, it needed… raw material. Calories. Protein. You wandered off while this body was being built and SIVA forced you to… do what you needed.”

That got me to start dry-heaving. “No…”

“Sorry.”

“The Ripper murders they talked about,” I said. “The ones before the riots started…”

“Some of them were yours,” Karma confirmed. “Took me two months to track you down. I joined the Guild to get information, just like you did. I found you in the undercity, dropped a few EMP charges on you, and put you down. Then I dragged you to the morgue.”

“How did you know I wouldn’t just wake up as a zombie?” I asked.

“Come on, I am a scientist, you know,” Karma joked. “But seriously, I was able to get your cortical implant going again. That put your brain back in the loop.” He looked over at the Nightingale. “My sister might be your usual brain surgeon, but I’m pretty good at it myself!”

“Yeah, I guess you are,” Destiny mumbled.

“Destiny, I’m sorry about…” Karma trailed off. “Sorry isn’t enough. I don’t know what to say.”

“Why did you do it?” Destiny asked quietly. “Do you even know what happened?!”

“I know the ship crashed,” Karma said. “I know it was my fault. And you’ve been trying to clean up the mess ever since. I’m sorry.”

“The ship crashed because you decided you wanted to turn SIVA into a weapon and throw it at the zebras!” Destiny snapped.

“I hated them,” Karma agreed. He slumped, breathing heavily. “I hated them for everything they did. I hated how they killed Mom. I hated what they did to Equestria. It was easy to hate them, because everypony else did, too. Even you.”

Destiny didn’t reply to that. I watched the floating assault armor for a long few moments, still feeling queasy. “So what now?” I asked.

“Now I do what I can to try and make up for my mistakes,” Karma said. “Like I said, saying sorry isn’t enough. I have to do something to fix it, or it’s just words. We need to find a way to cure a bunch of ponies infected with SIVA.”

“I’ve been working on that for months,” Destiny said. “I haven’t gotten anywhere.”

“You didn’t have me, sis,” Karma replied. “I have the SIVA command codes. It won’t work on anypony Chamomile’s mom infected, but it should work fine down here. We could command SIVA to stop replicating. Deactivate it permanently.”

“It’s not enough,” Destiny said. “I thought of that already. It’s half a solution. The infected ponies are all gravely injured, and SIVA has been replicating inside them for weeks. If you just pull the plug, you’ll end up with ponies full of holes and half of their organs missing. At that point, it’s more humane to dose them with enferon and shoot them in the head.”

“What if you gave them healing potions?” I asked. “Those things can heal almost anything, right?”

“Can you get a healing potion to every pony in the Dark Sector? Can you do it within seconds of the SIVA deactivating?” Destiny asked.

“We’d have to catch them all, then do it one at a time,” I mumbled.

Karma shook his head. “Too slow. I’ve seen infected fish out there. They’re not really dangerous, most of them. They’re still going to end up spreading SIVA everywhere, and we’d never track them all down. We need a big wide-scale solution.”

“The only thing with kick like that is a megaspell,” I said.

“We just stole it to keep ponies from using it,” Destiny said. “Besides, a giant fireball isn’t going to solve the problem of making sure we get every fish in the sea.”

“Wait, maybe she’s on to something,” Karma said. He struggled back to his hooves, lurching over towards the Nightingale. “We stole the megaspell to save lives, maybe we can use it to do exactly that. You remember how these things were built, Destiny?”

“In general? Sure. A hardened talisman core surrounded by an incantation lens with a variable number of circles depending on the yield. Incantation lens is triggered, magic is compressed and focused into the core, and the megaspell goes off. Technically it was all state secrets but not very well-kept.”

“Right,” Karma agreed. “But if we switch out the core talisman, we can change the amplified spell!”

“That’s… vaguely within the realm of the possible,” Destiny admitted.

“We can make it do anything?” I asked.

“Almost anything.”

“The first megaspell ever used was a battlefield-wide healing effect,” Karma said. “It’s not only possible, it’s a solved problem. We just piggyback that on top of a SIVA stop signal. It’ll hit everypony in the city! Cure everypony in the dark sector, heal the holes SIVA leaves behind, and probably make some ponies in the local hospital very happy as a bonus.”

“It’s not that simple,” Destiny said. “We don’t know if it can work at all!”

“You’ve got Lieutenant Brownie there?” I asked.

“He’s infected. They wouldn’t let him evacuate. I wanted to stay with him and… well, they took the lab equipment, but they didn’t care if I stayed.”

“We can test it on him,” I said. “If it works, we’ve got a plan.”

Karma met my gaze and nodded. “It’ll work. You go relax for a bit. I’ll help my sister put together the right spell for the job.”

---

I sat on what had been the bridge of the sunken ship. The captain’s seat was big enough to fit me. I wondered if it had been made for a hippogriff, or if it had just been one-size-fits-all and overbuilt to make sure the officer had the biggest chair in the room. A gillpony slowly walked by the portholes, stopping to raise a wrench and tighten a bolt seemingly at random among the dozens holding the thick windows in place.

It was big, slow, dumb. Just stumbling around in the dark and trying to fix problems it couldn’t really understand anymore. Going by rote action and a half-remembered life before it had become more of a monster than a pony. I knew what that felt like.

“Fancy a drink?” Karma asked. He stepped onto the bridge holding a bottle of vodka. “I had this stored away for a rainy day.”

“Doesn’t rain much underwater,” I pointed out, motioning him over.

“Not unless something’s really gone wrong with the pressure fittings,” he agreed.

I took the bottle and popped it open, giving it back after a long gulp. It was decent vodka, as these things go, which meant it tasted less like rubbing alcohol and more like nothing at all.

“How are things with Destiny?”

Karma shrugged and motioned with the bottle. “I came to find you because otherwise I’d be drinking this whole thing alone. I don’t want to end up being an alcoholic.” He took a long drink, setting the bottle down between us and sitting next to me to look out at the sea.

“Can you even get drunk?” I asked.

“Can you?” he retorted.

“Of course I can. You should have seen me a little while back. I got blackout drunk and accidentally helped a terrorist assemble a bomb, then had to defuse it when I sobered up!”

“Good news, we could use some help with the bomb assembly ourselves,” Karma joked. “Destiny is double-checking the math herself. I don’t think she trusts me around a weapon of mass destruction. I can’t imagine why, I only got our whole family killed last time I didn’t listen to her…”

He grabbed the bottle and took another sip.

“Maybe if I can fix this one thing, she won’t hate me,” he mumbled.

I didn’t want to lie and say she didn’t hate him. It was still a pretty fresh wound for her, like being a ghost had taken her body and her ability to heal from emotional injury. “It might help if you reminded her about the good times. Destiny’s memory isn’t what it used to be.”

“Maybe,” Karma replied. It was the kind of dismissive agreement that meant he was already sure it wouldn’t work.

“I’ve got a sister,” I tried. Karma looked over at me. “Half-sister, I mean. I’m not sure how aware of that whole mess you were. She tried to kill me when we met for the first time. Cube is snippy, rude, arrogant, and I saw her straight-up murder a pony at one point.”

“Ah… before you go any further,” Karma coughed. “In this little comparison you’re drawing, is she more like me, or Destiny?”

“Everything I get involved with explodes violently, so you get to be me!” I gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, but the second my hoof touched him, he winced and cringed. My eyes trailed down to the wound on his side.

“It’s fine,” he said.

“Shouldn’t it be healing?” I asked.

“It takes a while,” Karma said. “SIVA wasn’t meant to build a whole pony from scratch. Wish I could use a healing potion, but we don’t have one and it wouldn’t do much for me.”

He started to stand up again and stumbled. I steadied him, and he gave me a little laugh.

“Guess Vodka still works a little,” he said. “I’m going to go check on Destiny again. You should think about getting a nap. And, uh…”

He’d made it to the doorway, leaning on it and looking down at the deck.

“Nah, never mind. Just try not to make cleaning up my mess your whole life.”

He waved to me, leaving before I could reply.

---

It was so hard to tell the time, these days. The whole sector was as dark as midnight, and the one time she’d tried to start a fire for a little warmth and light, it had almost burned down the apartment. She’d lost a good towel smothering the flames before they got out of hoof.

“How much water do we have?” she asked, looking over at her friend.

“I checked last time,” the other pony said. “You check. I don’t like going in there.”

“I don’t like it either,” she sighed, but her friend was right. It was her turn. She carefully walked across the apartment, going totally silent as she approached the bathroom. Like there was something waiting in there. She opened the door open, the hinges squeaking.

The vines had broken through the walls a few days ago. They were like big, thorny plants made of metal and plastic. Pipes in the walls had broken around them, dripping fresh water down into buckets she’d carefully placed to catch the slow drizzle. It wasn’t much, but it was keeping them alive.

She swapped out one half-full bucket for an empty one, carrying it back to the other room where she and her best friend were camping out, waiting for their parents to come back.

Time passed slowly, trying to find something to do or talk about or distract themselves between the moments of terror when something moved outside or thumped against the door. It had been a long time since her parents had left. She didn’t know how long.

They shared the water, peeled open one of the cans of fruit to share a small meal, and went back to the nest of blankets and pillows they’d made in the middle of the living room. She settled down next to her friend, holding onto her for company and warmth, trying to ignore the itching in her stomach. It had been getting worse. Maybe there was rust in the pipes. And she was just starting to feel so hungry…

---

Somepony nudged me.

I groaned, rolling over, trying to get comfortable. “Five more minutes,” I mumbled.

The nudge came back, stronger, and with a sound like an annoyed dolphin.

I finally opened my bleary eyes, squinting up at a pony in a diving suit. The gillpony pushed me again, pawing at me with a hoof like a confused animal.

“I’m moving, I’m moving,” I sighed, stretching and trying to shake myself out of the dream. Dreaming about going to sleep wasn’t nearly as restful as it should’ve been.

The gillpony waited for me to get up, watching me with uncomprehending curiosity. It reminded me of a really young foal, that same kind of wide-eyed innocence. Of course it also had an angle grinder and a rivet gun, things most foals weren’t allowed to have without adult supervision.

“Sorry if I was in the way,” I said.

The gillpony nodded slowly and lumbered past on heavily armored hooves, stopping at a leaking pipe and patching it while I watched, moving with the slow deliberation of a pony bringing every bit of their focus to bear.

“I guess with standardized Stable-Tec parts, there’s not a lot of thought needed,” I said. Mostly to myself. I doubted the gillpony was really listening. They were one step above feral ghouls in terms of brain power. “They made things deliberately easy to repair. Exposed pipes and wires, interchangeable parts, everything built with modules.”

The gillpony finished repairing the section of pipe, then looked back at me, as if evaluating me in some way.

I held up my hooves to show they were empty. “I’m not here to break anything.”

For some reason, it believed me, nodding again and softly groaning in whalesong before plodding away, seeking something else to repair. There was no way I was getting back to sleep.

“Where are you going, anyway?” I asked, following after the gillpony.

---

I stayed out of the way and kept an eye on it as it wandered the corridors. It ignored me most of the time, and when it did notice me, it almost seemed to welcome some company. As long as I wasn’t in the way.

“I said I was sorry,” I repeated, loudly and slowly. I wasn’t sure it could really understand me all that well, but I know I’d need ponies to be extra-loud if I had a metal bucket over my head. I rubbed the spot where it had gotten me with the angle grinder. I’d gotten way too close while it was cutting through a broken conduit and it hadn’t appreciated it.

The gillpony burbled. It wasn’t words, but it sounded like it was admonishing me like I was the big clumsy idiot monster and it was the perfectly reasonable pony trying to get a job done with a wild animal running around.

“I am not a big clumsy idiot monster!” I shouted, despite the fact that it had only said that in my imagination.

It tilted its head and cooed at me.

“Sorry. I don’t mean to put words in your mouth.”

The gillpony stared at me for a moment longer, then turned away, plodding down the corridor. After a moment, it actually stopped and looked back at me.

“You want me to come with you?” I asked. It silently watched until I joined it, then started up again. I trailed after it, and we walked down into one of the old cargo holds, this one full of tools and parts, most of it rusted over. It walked over to a workbench and started going through the tools there, eventually producing a wrench.

The gillpony held it up for me. I slowly took it.

“Thanks, I think?” I wasn’t sure why it was doing this. “Did you want my help with something?”

It nodded, very slowly. It sang something at me with that cetacean voice and tapped the bolts of its helmet with one hoof.

“You want me to… take your helmet off?” I guessed. I motioned slowly with the wrench. It nodded again and sat down, as still as a statue.

I had to admit, I hadn’t been expecting that. I thought for a moment it had somehow mistaken me for a gillpony and was going to try and get me to fix something. Instead…

The bolts were old. They’d been in place for so long that they’d practically fused into one mass. It took so much force to get them started I thought I was going to break something, but one after another, I got all six of the helmet’s sealing bolts loose. The gillpony was patient through the whole thing, not flinching even while I was swearing to myself and almost hammering the wrench.

When the last bolt came out, it finally moved. I stepped back while it very gingerly removed the thick brass helmet, a rush of seawater pouring out over its armored chest.

I couldn’t tell if it had once been a mare or stallion. Its flesh had gone transparent and jelly-like, its mane transformed into limp tendrils in a fringe that changed colors, pale lights dancing inside it in a bio-luminescent constellation of tiny stars. A fringe of lacy gills adorned its neck, and it had big, black eyes, the transparent lids and flesh around them making them seem impossibly wide.

“You know, you’re kind of cute,” I admitted. “In a deep-sea way.”

It smiled up at me. It felt oddly intimate, like seeing somepony in the shower, catching them in that moment when nopony should be looking.

“Thank… you…” it croaked. The gillpony took a deep breath of the damp air and coughed, gills twitching. The color of its jelly-like skin changed, going pale. It reached for its helmet, fumbling with clumsy hooves.

“Buck, right, you can only breathe water!” I helped it get the helmet settled back into place, the gasket sealing it.

Water poured into it from the suit it wore, and now that I knew what I was looking at, it took a deep, halting breath of the seawater. It took a few moments, then nodded to the wrench again.

I nodded and helped it get sealed up again. When I was finished, it stood up and nodded to me in silence.

“You’re welcome,” I said quietly.

---

I was almost to the moon pool where the Nightingale was docked when I heard them talking. I stopped outside the door and sat down to listen, leaning against the wall.

It sounded like Destiny was in the middle of explaining her results. “The ritual is running now, and the results seem promising. Lieutenant Brownie is responding well to both the SIVA deactivation component and the healing effect.”

Karma sighed. “It should have been almost instantaneous.”

“I’m running it slowly so I can get a proper diagnostic look at it.”

“Spells with a delay aren’t going to work with the megaspell incantation lens,” Karma retorted. “It’s got to complete the casting before the pressure crushes the talisman!”

“I can’t cast healing spells myself, I don’t know what it should look or feel like! I need to watch his biometrics! In theory, it should be exactly the same as the standard spell.”

I heard Karma grunt at that. “Assuming the delay isn’t having an effect on those biometrics you’re trying to watch. I know you’re used to dealing with Chamomile, but most ponies aren’t built like battle tanks. What if the full spell sends them into shock?”

“There’s no sign of that. If you want to try testing it on yourself, feel free! It would dissolve you into a puddle, but you’d have instant results!”

“I’m starting to get the feeling you really aren’t happy I’m here.”

“I’m not,” Destiny griped. “I’ve been working hard, trying to fix things. Trying to fix anything. You have no idea how bad it’s been, Karma. Your little lapse in judgment killed thousands, and it might kill more if I can’t stop it.”

“...I know,” Karma sighed. I heard him put down some tools, dropping them to the deck. “If I could take it back, I would.”

“It’s a little late for that.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is. Two centuries too late. Best I can do is the same thing you’re doing. Try to help the ponies I can, try to make up for what I did.” There was a long, quiet pause, and I thought about stepping inside. I bumped against the wall, my hoof clanging against the metal.

“What was that?” Destiny asked.

“Probably just a gillpony,” Karma said. “I know there are one or two wandering around in here.”

I swallowed and tried my best fake whalecall.

“See?” he said. “Gillpony. Anyway, you’re lucky to have Chamomile. She seems like a good pony.”

“She’s…” I heard Destiny hesitate. “I hurt her. I keep hurting her and making mistakes. She trusts me to think for her, but I’m afraid to tell her I’m not as smart as she thinks. I don’t know anything about this world. I only know the old world, and that’s long gone.”

“You know, the whole time she’s been down here and awake, she’s been doing everything she could to find you. She said you were her best friend.”

“That’s why I don’t like you hanging around her,” Destiny said softly. “I’m worried.”

“Worried I’ll steal her away from you? I don’t think she’s even into stallions, Destiny. Though you are, which makes things a bit confusing. Not that you dated much, and you’ve had plenty of time to discover new things about yourself--”

“Shut up!” Destiny shouted. I could hear the blush. “It’s not like that. It’s just like a stallion to think two mares can’t be friends without being lovers. As I recall, you had even less romantic luck than I did.”

“You have no idea. You know, I was really getting close to a pony down here named Fabula, and it turned out she was secretly a cop this whole time!”

“Tragic.” Destiny’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

A cold hoof nudged my flank. I yelped in surprise, falling over into and then through the doorway. The gillpony that had poked me looked at me dully.

“Chamomile?” Destiny asked. “How long were you there?”

“I just got up,” I half-lied. “There was this gillpony--” I pointed back at the tall, armored shape. It walked into the room having to step over me before walking right to the edge of the moon pool and just falling in, sinking beneath the surface.

“That must be the one we heard before,” Karma said. He helped me to my hooves. “You’re just about on time. Early, even.”

“I can leave if I’m in the way,” I said.

“No!” Destiny said quickly. “That is, I’d appreciate the company.”

“May be a good idea,” Karma admitted. “I don’t feel safe being left alone with my sister. She really knows how to hold a grudge.”

“I am allowed to hold a grudge! I’m a vengeful spirit!”

“See?” Karma said, motioning to the Nightingale. “Who among us hasn’t made a few mistakes?”

I cleared my throat. “There’s an old pegasus saying. Those in cloud houses should not throw stones.”

“The phrase is actually about glass houses,” Destiny corrected.

“Who would build a house out of glass?” I asked. “It’d be like living in a sauna! Anyway, I wanted to find out how close you were to being done. We can’t stay here forever. It’s a good hiding spot, but they’re gonna come looking eventually. Nopony would sleep well after losing a megaspell.”

“You’re right,” Karma agreed. “Destiny?”

“I haven’t heard anything, but since they pulled the equipment out of here, I’ve been out of the loop. I doubt you have all that long.”

“Anypony with a hardsuit could ride the elevator down to visit us,” Karma said. “The one advantage we have is that most military gear can’t get all the way down here. It’d implode just like my sled did.”

“They’ll figure something out,” I said.

“If they get really desperate they’ll use depth charges,” Destiny said. “They could blow this whole place up and poke through the wreckage until they found your bodies.”

“Wouldn’t that mess with the city?”

“Not as much as you think,” Karma said. “They’d probably get some blackouts, need to reroute some power and sewage lines, but if I was in charge of the city I’d consider it worth doing to keep a megaspell out of the hooves of criminals like us.”

“Great,” I mumbled. “How long until you’ve got the megaspell changed?”

“Once we validate the spell matrix, we can start altering the core talisman and incantation lens,” Destiny said. “We can start in an hour or two, and Karma should be able to--”

Karma coughed politely. “I’ve already gotten it done. Did it right after we double-checked the diagrams.”

Destiny sputtered in rage. “You-- what?! I can’t believe-- this is just like you! What was your plan if you broke something? Were you going to go pick up some spare megaspell parts in the corner shop?! What if you broke it? What if the spell didn’t work?”

“The spell does work, and I had faith in you that it’d work. I just didn’t want to wait a week for you to triple-check it with some peer-reviewed studies.” Karma looked at me, trying to get me to agree with him. I shook my head and sat back, holding up my hooves. I wanted no part of this.

“Absolutely nothing has changed! I always had to bail you out of trouble. You rush ahead without thinking, stick your snout into the most dangerous thing you can find, and I’m the one that fixes it!” The Nightingale’s lights flashed like it was channeling Destiny’s anger.

Karma rolled his eyes. “That’s not how I remember it. I remember you always being too afraid to do anything unless you were absolutely sure there was no chance of failure. You’d invent new reasons to be too scared to move, and then I’d have to hold your hoof and drag you around so you didn’t spend your whole life in the lab!”

“Kids, please don’t fight,” I said. “It’s done, and the sooner we swim out of this trench and set the spell off, the better. I don’t like having it around. It just feels wrong, dragging a megaspell around with me.”

“That’s the weight of responsibility,” Karma said, shrugging lightly.

“I’d also really like some way to avoid killing ponies with this thing,” I said. “There are probably going to be a lot of ponies waiting for us to pop our heads out of this trench, and if I have to get past them, I want options that aren’t just ‘kill everyone.’”

“We could change out the warheads on the torpedoes,” Karma suggested. “If we remove most of the explosive charge, it’d be like a concussion grenade.”

“That’s a start,” I agreed.

“I’ll see what else I can put together with these old supplies,” Karma said. “Maybe we can get really creative with some of the construction equipment.”

“Thanks,” I said.

Karma patted me on the shoulder. “It’s the least I can do for my sister’s best friend. Just promise you’ll name one of the kids after me.”

“Chamomile, if you don’t kill him, I will,” Destiny warned.

“Kill me after we save everypony,” Karma said, giving me a cheeky wink. “I’ll feel better knowing I’m not leaving you in the lurch again.”

I snorted and punched his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to die until I get you and Destiny in the same room and make you hug.”

“Owch,” Karma winced and saluted. “Whatever you say, ma’am.”

Comments

[Thought Prism]

Well, that's some more baggage for ol' Cammy. What with all the sleep murders. And I'm not sure if the others have realized, but Karma is likely going to die again once the Siva is deactivated.

[star1wars3]

“You know, you’re kind of cute,” I admitted. “In a deep-sea way.”

New ship unlocked.

[howard035]

11303638
More like new submarine!

[FridayPie]

Bio Shock confirmed with those memories :3

[Reese]

"She opened the door open, the hinges squeaking."
"She opened the door, the hinges squeaking."?