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22nd Aura | Video & Action (Backdated to the end of the event)

[The video starts with Jaune standing amidst several fallen bodies at the Attleton Police Station. This isn’t the same Jaune everyone is used to--while he still wears a black hoodie, there’s no symbol, and his clothes look more like some sort of light armor with designs carved into it. His sword is still at his side, but he wears gauntlets that glow a bright yellow. Perhaps the most notable difference are the scars that go up the right side of his neck and face. They branch out, like lightning fractals, reaching one citrine hued eye. He’s smirking, turning his phone so that Kay comes into view instead.]

Sup Generics, I’ve noticed that a lot of people use the network for asking questions, but it’s not very often it’s used to provide answers. I’m here to do that today and answer probably one of the most important questons on everyone’s minds: Are we safe? You have the guardians and their deputies protecting you after all, along with the law enforcement that follows them--

Oh, wait. [The camera pans again to show off all those lovely corpses.]

I guess you don’t. Oops.

[It's been a really bad week, Kay thinks, as he tries to keep himself upright. He looks, for lack of a better word, rather broken. For starters, his left arm is missing, lying on the floor instead of attached to him. There are wires sticking out his shoulder socked and other parts of his body where Jaune's sword had slashed through his frame. He didn't think that was possible, he's made to resist direct attacks after all, and yet....there had been some miscalculations.

It's more frustrating than painful and Kay is now in a very bad mood. And yet, it's hard for him to fight Jaune properly because he knows his friend is not himself.]

Why do evil megalomaniacs always think that people are interested in listening to them? Be more creative, please. You're only enamored of the sound of your own voice.

[One of Kay's optics is dimmer than the other, his own voice sounds more robotic than usual due to his damaged vocoder. He takes a step forward and then has to shake his head because his HUD is showing a list of the critical damage he's been receiving and the system that is now failing. He needs to focus and he really wishes he had a blaster with him.]

[Jaune rolls his eyes and shrugs, not really offended by anything Kay has accused him of.]

Hey, it’s not my fault I have a nice voice. [What? He likes hearing himself talk. Wiping some blood away from his scalp, he took in his handiwork. Everyone else had succumbed fairly easily, or they ran-- Kay had been the only one to put up a real fight. His shoulders slump a little, his voice suddenly sounding very tired. There’s not much left to do, but he has to ask.]

Why do you protect them? They obviously don’t care if you’re destroyed in the process. You can be rebuilt, after all. So why help them? I don’t really care, I just...I don’t get it. Is it something in your programming?

No, it’s not. [Kay takes a step forward and staggers. He manages not to fall on his face almost by pure luck as he leans forward to grab his severed arm from the floor. Calculations are something he's good at and the numbers are not in his favor when it comes to surviving this. He doesn't particularly care anymore. The Cassian he loved is gone and all Kay has left is the man's dream. To protect this city, like they protected their world until the end.] But I don't have to explain myself to you.

[Severed arms are a liability. But severed arms are also a great bludgeoning weapons.

And Kay is, after all, a very practical practical droid.]

Because you don’t have an answer. [It’s said softly to himself; it probably isn’t even heard over the network. He’ll have to give Kay credit for being so persistent. It wasn’t every day you saw someone use their own limbs as a weapon. But then again, Kay was a droid. It was time to put it out of its misery.

Jaune just strolls up to the battle droid, grabbing the severed arm with one hand. With the other, he reaches up (Kay is tall why is he so fucking tall) to where Kay’s head is, and with one final surge of the dust that runs his veins, shorts him out completely. He steps away as the metal body crumbles, then looks over back at his phone.]

You might want to look into getting someone to fill in at Attleton.

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What have you done?

[He wants to think this is some sort of act. The Jaune he can recall wouldn't have done this.]

Kind of thought it was obvious with the whole murdering people and breaking things video.

Are you okay? Do you need everything described to you in simple steps so you can understand? I. Killed. Them. And put the rejected microwave out of his misery.

[Even in his current state, Cassian and Kay are important to him and he isn't going to let this go easily about what happened to the droid. But he also doesn't want to think badly of Jaune, despite what he saw and what the man was saying.]

For a performance. Correct?

To prove your point.

[Dray only happened to check his comm by chance and well...not too happy about what he sees. He is, actually, more than a little horrified. This can not be Jaune, right? Not the real one?]

[He has to check for himself, because it just can't be real. Jaune might be cursed or someone must be controlling him. Dray runs all the way to Attleton Police Station, getting there in a matter of minutes. The view that welcomes him it's even worse in person.]

Jaune? What are you doing?