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Silence. Argus wished they were on the comms so they could hear Eliza’s part of the conversation. Argus tried to reach for the Network again—but there was nothing. That teleport must’ve severed them, or maybe Odin finally cut them off when they disappeared. Still, Argus had something in their favor. “You can very well check the Network. I just barely made it out because a kill-on-sight order was issued while I was still in my facility.”

Jax was strong enough to carry Argus in one arm, it seemed, as he used the other to create some shade for them. “Mordenna, can you confirm that?”

As they waited for the reply, Argus called Ossio again. This time they got something of a response, a deep feeling in their mind of her presence. Their psionics were slow to come back and get used to the Avatar, it seemed. Argus flexed their hands. How powerful were their psionics, now? They didn’t dare test at the moment. The sheer impression of power they got from Jax’s psionics was hard to believe. If he was capable of breaking out of Odin’s control... but Argus was in the Avatar...

“Well, well.” With the shade, Argus could now turn their head to see Banel. “Public enemy number one, is that right?”

“As far as it goes now, yes,” Argus muttered. By the Void, they were tired. They just kind of wanted to go to sleep. Proper sleep, not the kind of sleep where they projected into the Void in order to save the strain on their physical body. Which... was probably going to be burned now that Argus had escaped into the Avatar. Eh, the Collective could do what they wanted with it.

“Tell it to the judge,” Julian responded. “The judge being the Commander, of course.”

They supposed they’d have to. Nestling back against Jax, they could feel themself getting groggier. “... Jax,” they said, voice low enough that only he could hear.

“... yes, Argus?”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry. I... I might just sleep for a moment, if everything is clear.”

“That tired?”

“Unbelievably so.” Argus’s head thumped against his chestplate. “Believe me... I have no intentions of running. I’m just...”

Tired. Exhausted. Thankful to have finally gotten away from it all, even if their future may be a short interrogation followed by an execution. At least then they could provide useful information to those who actually needed it. But Argus was far too tired to finish the sentence, and slipped into blissful sleep.

~"Sympathy for the Devil", Chap 57
by BigDemoband

(A big boi, is Jax. Very big)

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Silence. Argus wished they were on the comms so they could hear Eliza’s part of the conversation. Argus tried to reach for the Network again—but there was nothing. That teleport must’ve severed them, or maybe Odin finally cut them off when they disappeared. Still, Argus had something in their favor. “You can very well check the Network. I just barely made it out because a kill-on-sight order was issued while I was still in my facility.”

Jax was strong enough to carry Argus in one arm, it seemed, as he used the other to create some shade for them. “Mordenna, can you confirm that?”

As they waited for the reply, Argus called Ossio again. This time they got something of a response, a deep feeling in their mind of her presence. Their psionics were slow to come back and get used to the Avatar, it seemed. Argus flexed their hands. How powerful were their psionics, now? They didn’t dare test at the moment. The sheer impression of power they got from Jax’s psionics was hard to believe. If he was capable of breaking out of Odin’s control... but Argus was in the Avatar...

“Well, well.” With the shade, Argus could now turn their head to see Banel. “Public enemy number one, is that right?”

“As far as it goes now, yes,” Argus muttered. By the Void, they were tired. They just kind of wanted to go to sleep. Proper sleep, not the kind of sleep where they projected into the Void in order to save the strain on their physical body. Which... was probably going to be burned now that Argus had escaped into the Avatar. Eh, the Collective could do what they wanted with it.

“Tell it to the judge,” Julian responded. “The judge being the Commander, of course.”

They supposed they’d have to. Nestling back against Jax, they could feel themself getting groggier. “... Jax,” they said, voice low enough that only he could hear.

“... yes, Argus?”

“Thank you. And I’m sorry. I... I might just sleep for a moment, if everything is clear.”

“That tired?”

“Unbelievably so.” Argus’s head thumped against his chestplate. “Believe me... I have no intentions of running. I’m just...”

Tired. Exhausted. Thankful to have finally gotten away from it all, even if their future may be a short interrogation followed by an execution. At least then they could provide useful information to those who actually needed it. But Argus was far too tired to finish the sentence, and slipped into blissful sleep.

~"Sympathy for the Devil", Chap 57
by BigDemoband

(A big boi, is Jax. Very big)