"Nat, I don't get why you're making a big deal out of this. Cyan got a headache, she'lll tough it out. Everyone gets headaches all the time." Lucielle continued but. Natasha was already done with the conversation. It wasn't her place or responsibility to rebuke somone else's child, but she did so anyway because she cared.
Lucielle went on her way, eyeing the bottle as she left. Natasha saw this and took it to the room with her. She knew Lucielle was scheming.

When she entered the room, it was silent amd dark. Similar to how she had it whenever her migraines struck-- which hasn't happened for a long time to Natasha's relief. She places her hand on Cyan back and runs it, not changing any words. There was nothing to talk about at the moment, though there were some things in Nat's mind.

((*changing is supposed to be *exchanging)

*Cyan let out a small groan from her headache*
"Bloody fncking hell... This headache just turned into a lethal migraine... or so it seems."

"It will pass eventually... Just give it time..." Natasha says, looking over towards the other window. She gets up from the bed and grabs the shade. She was about to close it when she stopped and peered out into the deep blue. There was nothing out there, just an endless sea. Below them, from what Nat's view, there was a boundless navy blue. She hadn't realized then, but the thought of being nothing surrounding them was a bit unsettling.
Natasha yanks the curtains closed and turns back to Cyan. H.A.R.T. group came back to her mind. Dhe hadn't forgotten about them entirely, there was just too much going on for the past week.

She gets back onto the bed next to Cyan, tenderly massaging her temples on Cy's crown.

"Massages usually help ease the pain but if this is bothers you, don't hesitate to tell me." Natasha continues on.
There was a beeping sound as Lena waved her hand over Roger's chest in the air.
"Quippip's programming says your ribcage is healing well from the accidently. Just stay off of it for a bit. And drink plenty of fluids," Lena stands to the side, watching Roger hope back onto the bed and stare up at the ceiling.
"Alright." Roger says. After a long silence, he closes his eyes, expecting Lena to leave but she stood there. He stared at her, then raises a brow before saying slowly, "uh... Is there something else?" He waited for her to answer.
Lena turned away. "No, that's all." She walks towards the room, clenching her fists.

'Why did you hesitate? You wanted to ask him about your condition, no?' Quipiip asked. She heard him in her head as she continued down the hall. Her legs felt heavy.

"About trauma? I didn't know how to initate the conversation..." Lena turns the corner.

'It was a safe place. It was just you two, alone. There is no history between you two that would interfere with this conversation.' Quip continues, showing her percentages. She wipes them away.
"I froze up, alright. It's not easy to talk about."

'Froze up?! Neither Roger or you are judgmental either. It was a good way to bond too. It was beneficial, all in your favor--'

"CAN YOU JUST--!?" Lena yelled, baring her teeth. Quippip hushed and Lucielle peeks her head out her room, looking on at the woman, baffled.

Lena doesn't say anything. She stomps to her room and shoves the door opened. She slams it shut with a loud thud

*Cyan fired a blank into the air, making a much louder bang than Lena. Telling her basically 'Kindly shut the hell up.' She then put the gun on her nightstand and sighed*
"No, it's fine... This is actually helping."

The bang flooded the halls, echoing off the wall.
If Lucielle hadn't been so interested in talking to Frodo, she would've taken the noises as a contest to see who could be the loudest.
Quippip didn't hesitate to study what made the loud bang, where it came from and the different possibilities. By the time Lena was down turning around to face the direction of the door in which the gunshot came from, Quippip was already spitting out information.

"There is no need for an alarm. The dagger that was used is in Cyan's possession. No one was injured." Quippip stated. Lena's eye flashed red.
"How do you know--?" She started but was interrupted with data.
"I scanned the sub. Heat signatures from Natasha and Cyan's bodies indicate they are still alive. As for Luci and Roger, the same result. The bullet in the sub's virtual layout has hit the ceiling aloft their heads, lodging into the metal." Quippip explains.
"Who fired the gun?" Lena asked, putting her hand on the knob.

"Cyan."

"For what? She does know the walls are metal. That bullet could've ricochet and become stray or something--"

"The bullet hasn't done so. Everything is fine...." Quip pauses for a second. "On another note, Cyan's levels or cortisol has risen. Perhaps she shot it out of annoyance."

"She shot because she was annoyed-- with Natasha inside-- what the actually hell..." Lena signs, going back to her bed. "Quippip, power down for now..." Lena says.
Quippip became silent for a second.
"Quippip? Power down for now?" She tried again. When the program didn't answer, she immediately reached for her pushes a button and out popped the drive. As she was doing so, she felt become slightly spastic and burn with pain.

She pulls the drive out of her head and clutches onto it. She'll have to fix her friend when she received the proper materials.

Natasha covers her ears, yelping slightly as she throws herself back involuntary. She looks at Cyan, seeing more of her silhouette then her bothered expression. Natasha removes her hands from the sides of her head, hearing a small hissing sound. It slowly vanished.
"That's great but the gun is definitely not!" Natasha laughs nervously, shaken up a little bit.

"Natasha, if I was intending on killing you you'dve been dead before we left the dock of our base. I love you and you don't have to get startled by me firing a gun. Get used to it, because the second we are rescued there will still be gunshots echoing through the air. We're still in this sh!thole war and I've yet to find our escape..."
*Cyan pulled her lover close and kissed her deeply and passionately before letting go and resting her head back on her pillow*

"I-- I guess I'll have to... I've just never been around shooting..." Natasha twirls her hair, thinking about how fortunate she was to most. She gets up from the bed, kissing Cyan on her cheek. She leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

((time skip?))

Yep))

It was a couple of hours into the day. Natasha and Roger were chatting about somethingi in Roger's room while Lucielle was running around the living room with her arms spread out. She made airplane soars as she soar though the imaginary skies and made chugging noses while she crawled under tables.
Lena was given thr undesirable task of watching Lucielle, despite her protests. Roger end Natashs suspected the little one would try to see more of the bottled in the medbay, but that wasn't on Luci's mind at the moment.

"Lucielle, don't do that," Lena commanded when Lucidlle jumped one rhr living room couch with sleeper still around her feet. To no avail did rhe little girl listen.

*There was a big metal clang and then a body thudding on the ground, which came from the couple's room. This was a VERY BIG red flag since Cyan was supposed to be the only on in there. When Natasha, Roger, and Lucielle (And possibly Lena if she heard it) came in the room there was a big red streak of blood from the bed to the wall next to the door where Cyan was leaning uncousious, her wrist were slit up to the forearm like she had been cutting DEEPLY but there was a problem. No knife in sight and no reason to try suicide currently. Plus it was obvious that Cyan was trying to get out the door and get help. There was no pulse when any of them checked but she had just hit the wall seconds ago, which meant there was still a chance of resuscitation*
(spelling mistakes)

(Also; sorry if you consider that godmodding.)

*Cyans eyes were slightly open just saring at her arms, her puls was gone, she wasn't breathing, she basically just died there, confused as to what just happened. Though there was still time to resuscitate her. Cyan's pretty blue & redish-amber eyes sparkled momentarily as the lights flipped on. her face had a very small barely noticeable look of panic and confusion. She didn't know what happened and she bled out before she could learn...*

Roger shields Lucielle's eyes and urges her out the room.
"Cyan!?" Natasha's voice broke. She was about to run over when Lena graba he sisters wrist and holds her back.
"What are you doing--!?"

"Whatever did this might still be in here..." Lena cautioned. Natasha pushes away from Lena and sprints into the room despite the warning.

"Cy!?" She screamed again, dropping to her knees. Her hair was tousled at this point, her eyes wild, and her voice strained from the adrenaline.
"Quippip estimates we have six minutes until we lose--"
"Then stop wasting time and help /me/ help /her/!" Natasha yells. "Please!"

*Cyan's eyes slowly shut. She was definitely still alive in a way. Suddenly even though she had no pulse, Cyan slowly held Natasha's hand and grasped it firmly. She sensed Natasha's presence and was trying to hold her close, atleast to try to let Natasha know she's fighting to keep it all there mentally.*

((Hello?))

((I'm here. The site kicked me out for a couple of minutes for some reason))

Oof))

((Oof indeed))
Lena nods and quickly makes her way her to the scene, looking at the ceiling, the back of the door, and the closest door that was slightly opened.

The clanking sound of Lena's leg when she walked and the beeping of her arm filled Natasha ears, yet they were filtered out.
Although he had little to no medical skills, Roger didn't waste time standing there and looking pretty. He had run to the medical bay where the medkit was. Just as he was looking through the contents of the medical box, adding things he believed would be needed, he stopped.

There was a woman standing near the window. She had suddenly appeared out of thin air. He picks up a bandage, hand shaking, ignoring the figure standing there... Watching him.... Eyeing him from afar.

He didn't dare look at her, he's had this flashback before, it would go away on it's own. He resumed packing, almost done when he felt a cold hand touch the back of his neck and the word, 'Hilfe' screaming in his head repeatedly. Scared out his wits, Roger shuts the box snd takes it as he scrambles out the room. He knew it was his midn tricking him again, but that didn't stop him from having a heavy heart.
When Roger had come back, he gave the medkit to Lena while Natasha was working on CPR. He watched helplessly from these sidelines as they worked on Cyan.
Nat banadged Cyan's arms while Lena read the Manuel's in her head, all in a flash from Quippip.

"Quip has detected an asystole. She's experienced a cardiac arrest." Lena pulls out a bottle of epinephrine and looked over at the needle in the box.
"Epinephrine is a shot of adrenaline. She could be resuscitated but there's a chance she'll have damage to her brain." Lena informed Natasha. Natasha stops performing CPR.

"Is that the only thing we have to bring here back?" Natasha asks. Lena nods.
"Then use it and let's hope to God her power prevents anymore damages."

Pena nods and puts the medicine into the needle. With a 'here goes nothing' attitude, she injects it into Cyan's leg and pushes down.

((Heads up I can only stay on for another 20 fo 30 minutes. Have to wake up early for school tomorrow.))

*Cyan let out a yelp and sat up quickly, banging her head on Quippips metal side of Lena's head*
"Fnck!"
*She yelled out, but she was to woozy to hold her head, her arms were heavy and she felt extremely cold. Cyan tried to push both of them off but was too weak, she looked at her arms and then at the blood trail.*
"What happened to me? What's going on?"

Okie-Dokie))

Lena steps snack, preventing the same thing from happening again. She hadn't realized she was standing so close to Cyan for her to bang her head.
"Oh, 'lyubimyy'!" Natasha cries in relief, hugging Cyan gently. She was drenched in blood, but she didn't care. She had the love of her life back. Natasha said something Russian and Roger let out a shaky breath of relief.

"You were attacked by something and nearly died! Oh, I was so worried about losing you." Nat answered Cyan.

While Nat rejoiced, Lena's focus was on somewhere else. She tilted her head her, eyeing a vent nearby.
"Lena?" Natasha calls, and Lena's eye flashes red. She turns around and faces them. Natasha thanked her for her assistance. When she was about to thank Roger, he had already left the room.
"We're not done just yet. We need to get her to the med bay and watch her vitals before she goes under again." Lena says. She looks down at Cyan, then to her sister.
"Help me lift her up."

The two picks Cyan up. Natasha carried Cyan's upper body while Lena hauled her legs. She follows Nat out the door with Cyan, and down the hallway. There, Lucielle was outside, mouth gaped, eyes wide as she saw Cyan. Though Quippip informed her of 'dropping serotonin levels,' she could already see for herself. The sorrow in such a young child's eyes, it nearly pierced her heart.

"Set her down right on the bed," Nat tells Lena. It wasn't long before Cyan was hooked up to the machines. Natasha grabs a pair of gloves from the cabinet and Lena stood off to the side of the bed.
"Do you need any more assistance, sister?" Lena says. Natasha shakes her head, thanking her again. This time, Lena doesn't acknowledge Natasha's gratitude and walks out. She closes the door behind her, thinking of something else.

"Quip, locate R.A.G." She spoke out loud. In her vision, she saw a pathway light up. She followed it to Roger's room and knocked on the door. There was no answer.
"Roger?" Lena called. Still no answer. "Roger Grandell?" Same result.
'Low levels of serotonin.' Quip spoke, without being spoken to. "Roger is upset. My suggestion would be to leave him alone."

"Why would he be upset?" Lena questions.

'The situation with Cyan was traumatic. Seeing a neat death influences everyone and affects them in different ways. Even those who weren't present but saw something would have a response.” Lena's thoughts cut back to Lucielle's face when she saw Cyan being carried away.
'Maybe get Natasha to talk to him after her work with Cyan is finalized. She can help, she has a license in--'

"I know, I know." Lena cuts Quippip off, having a sullen expression on her face when she did so. She walked back to the couple's room, looking for answers.

*Lena noticed that there were two objects sticking out slightly where Cyan's had originally been, they were sharp too*

Lena stood in the door and stared at the two objects. They laid there on the bloodied carpet of the room. The bed still looking like it had been slept it. There wasn't any time to make it.
She held up her hand and began to scan them from afar but nothing in the data base recognized them. Apparently they were made from multiple materials.
As she got closer, cautiously with each step, she noticed one of them had a white symbol on the top of it. It looked like a diamond. The other was a solid object. It resembled nothing. Just before she could examine any further, one of the sharp objects flew pass Lena, narrowly missing her eye. The 'diamond's scraped against Lena's cheek, heading in the direction of the vent. It slid through on between the little slots, and disappeared from view.

Despite her pain receptors going off slightly, Lena touched her cheek. There was a small aperture on the side of her face, from which no blood spilled out of. Just a bit of metal scrapped back and an entrance to a hollow darkness.
The blondie's head whipped around to the vent. She marched over and unscrewed the screws with her finger, rotating until one fell to the ground. When she started on the second, she heard a low sound, something the equivalent to a growl. There was a rustling sound.
Lena looks back over her shoulder. The other sharp object was still on the floor. It hadn't moved.

((Suspense))

((XD))

The ominous sound reverberates down the halls of the vents. It continued, becoming faint in the distance as Lena unscrewed the final screw.
The metal part fell to the floor with a soft plop, and Lena viewed inside. There was nothing but darkness. She snaps her fingers and the tip of her index finger shone a small light. It glowed, lighting up a bit of the surrounding area. Still there was nothing.
'Maybe you're just hearing things,' Quippip whispered.
"Didn't I tell you to power down?" Lena asks, still peering into the unknown.

'I can't power down until you do voluntarily. I can be put in sleep mode but, I'm still conscious. You know this.' Quippip says, Lena's hand blinked and beeped louder.
"Well, I don't need a babysitter...Remind me to change that setting later." Lena says, twisting her robotic hand. It started to come off.

'Reminder /not/ saved.' Quip says. If he had a face, Lena thought he would be smiling smugly at her.
Once her hand came off, she places it at the entrance of the vent. It took on what looked like a spider, using it's fingers to leverage itself off the vent floor and into the air.

Lena commands it to go forward, and it obeyed. Her right eye's vision changed to what her detached hand saw and heard. It turned the corner, and another corner, following the sound.

Natasha refilled the bag with morphine and hooked it up onto the pole near the bed. She had bandaged Cyan better than before she was transported to the medbay.

"Ok, that takes care of the pain incase you're feeling any..." Natasha smile was weak, but she held onto it. She walks over to the garbage can and throws her gloves into it. She closes the lid and turns back. Cyan was hooked up to a breathing mask and multiple wires to machines.
"Are you feeling any better?" Natasha asks. She folded her hands.

"Yes, just slightly confused on what the fnck happened to me?"
*Cyan smiled and then sighed, she knew she was gonna be kept in the medbay for awhile. She didn't like to be catered to though.*

"Well, that's what I was going to ask you," Natasha says, walking over to the bed. She takes a seat at the end of it.

"Do you remember anything attacking you you? Ehat it looked like, what happened before?" Natasha was looking at Cyan when she asked this. She was thinking about something.

"I remember feeling pain, which admittedly turned me on, being abit of a masochist... And then I remember feeling my body getting warmer yet colder. I don't know how to explain it but I don't want to die again until we've died in honor. Or we've died together... As I was passing out my life flashed. Then I saw what we can be in the future... All we have to do is stop this godforsaken war... But I love you Natasha. I'm so sorry that I scared you and I hope you're mentally okay now."
*She leaned in close for a kiss*

*She was able to quickly peck Natasha's cheek*
"Then next thing I remember was... a bloodshot sight, with you and Lena as Zombies ripping my intestines out. Then I woke up completely and here I am. I might have gotten bitten back in Lena's base but I don't have any bites. I had helucination symtoms of the Heran Virus." ('Dying Light' Reference)

"Well, I'm happy those were hallucinations..." Natasha smiled a bit, but it was far from genuine. Just thinking about intestines and blood... Blood! She gaped at her outfit, soaked in crimson blood and what appeared to be shards. She hadn't noticed earlier, she was too bust making sure Cyan didn't die
Nat's stomach flipped and churned. Before she knew it, she scampered off the bed and ran towards the bathroom. She shuts the door and regurgitates her last meal into the toliet.

Lena's hand crawled through the vented, creating a light pattered sound. It stopped after awhile, and stood there. She had found what it was looking for.
"Quippip, are you getting any heat signatures off this thing?" Lena asks. Quip tells her 'no'.

"That's weird..." She made her hand move forward.
'I suggest we use caution and apraoxh it only if we must.' Quippip suggests. When Lena went to turn on her hand's flashlight. It didn't turn on for a second but when it did, she saw something for just a split second. Whatever it was took a big bite out of the fingers of her metallic hand, sending her jolting back with scream.
Quippip takes control of the hand and calls it back to them, guiding it as it rolled on it's sides after the loss of four fingers.

When it came back, Lena was on the floor, hdoling where her hand would have been if it was attached. What was left of the hand fell from the vent.

Roger runs in through the door, followed by Lucielle.

((Oofted, Lena is having a bad time... Maybe Sans is in the ventilation XD))

((Oh my gosh XD))

"What happened in here!?" Roger yells, running over to Lena. She was already getting up into her knees by the time he came over. The ex-soldier kneels down and examines her hand.
"Whatever was in that vent bit hand--hgh!" Lena holds her hand to her chest, rocking back in forth as a distraction from the pain.

Natasha returns a couple of minutes later. She had ditched her t-shirt and was left wearing a tank top. This left the Mark's Cyan had seen before when they were in the shower together.
"Sorry about that..." She apologized, leaning against the wall. Nat hugged herself slightly, trying to recover.

"Don't be, you're not used to seeing so much bloodshed. You just need to regain your mental stability. I'm sorry for dying I guess. Though I kinda just couldn't move because of the pain."

Natasha nods her head. She kisses Cyan in the cheek and sits down at the edge of the bed again.

Roger glimpse up at the vent. He started to look towards it when Lena cautioned him not to. They both stop when they hear growling, followed by heavy, slow footsteps in the vents. Then, it was over their heads and it stopped.
"Lock it up." Lena managed to get out though clenched teeth. Roger sent Lucielle to fetch a screw driver. When she came back, he got to screwing the cover of the vents in the couple's room back on.

"So, this thing is crawling in the vents?" Roger asks. Lena just nods and gets up. She was in slight discomfort from the lost of her hands. The agonizing feeling of them being suddenly bitten off had passed.

"Did you see what it was?" He persisted. Following Lena out the door. Lucielle came along too. D6he carried Frodo in her arms.
"I caught a glimpse of it, and then it bit off my entire hand. I'm going to go through the film had hand when going through the vents." Lena explains . They all walked down the hall

"Hey Natasha? I know I'm kinda unclean and my arms are... Not the best condition-wise, but..."
*Cyan scooted over*
"Could you cuddle with me for awhile."

?*))

"Okay, just for w bit. You need to rest," Natasha agreed, laying down nex to Cyan. She hugged her, nuzzling Cyan. After a vfc couple of minutes, Nat utters. "I love you."

"I love you too... You don't even know how much I love you."
*She smiled as she hugged Nat close. Cyan eventually started to fall asleep.*

Natasha lets Cyan fall asleep, cradling her in her arms lovingly. "Sweet dreams princess..." She kisses Cyan's head and gently removes herself from the bed. She presses a button on the machine, activating the alarm system in case Cyan's vitals changed in any way.
Just as she turns around from closing the door, Natasha is meets Lena and Roger face to face.
"What's wrong?" She asks, glances down to see Lena's hand. Her eyes widen at the sight, taking it in for a second before blurting out, "Oh my god, Lena, a chunk of your hand is missing!" Lena frowns, then threw her sister a fake smile.
"Oh, my! I didn't notice, thank you dear sister for enlightening me on this current dilemma." Her tone was undoubtly a sarcastic retort. Lena passes by Natasha and walks into the medbay.
Roger looks from Lena to Natasha shrugs, excusing her sister's rude response as an expression of pain. She then follows Lena into the medbay, and to the other side of it. Lena was wincing in the corner.

((Wait, so did Lena human hand get bitten, or did her cybernetic hand get bitten..?))

((Her cybernetic hand was bitten. It's not bleeding, just scraps of metal fallignout of it and a big chunk. She can still feel it though for reasons that will be explained later))

*Cyan sat up and looked at Lena's hand*
"Lena, come here and lemme get a closer look at your hand, I might be able to help."

"'What exactly are you going to do?" She asks. "You're practically clinging onto life right now with a machine keeping you alive...."

Natasha urges her sister to go to Cyan. Lena shook her head, she wanted to know exactly what Cyan would do

"This machine is barely doing jacksh!t. It's my powers keeping me alive..."
*Cyan ripped her bandages off and there was the obsidian sbstance covering each cut on her wrists*
"...Why don't you just trust me and let me see your hand? I can't explain everything, ya' know."

Lena shakes her head and about faces.
"Lena, she can help y--"
"Y'know what? I'll be fine..." She opens the door with her uneaten hand and closes it behind her. She pushes pass Roger, who was still standing outside.

When she left, Roger walked in. "Sooooo.... Did her arm get fixed or...?" Natasha runs her temples. She started after her sister, leaving the room too.

"Nope, the girl is paranoid about me taking her soul or something, she just won't trust me enough to let me help her... These powers are a burden."

"Your powers are not a burden. And I think Lena's just been through some stuff. Maybe Nat can talk her into letting you help her...." Roger says, walking into the room towards the cabinets. He starts to return the nedkit back to it's shelf when he stops and looks over to his right. He just stared at it for a second, and then resumed back to doing what he was doing before.

"Lena!" Natasha yelled, marching after her sister as Lena hurried down the hall. Her metal legs made her slower, so Natasha caught up easily.

"Lena, why don't you just let Cyan help you?" Ehen her sister didn't answer Natasha grabs Lena's arm and yanks her sister back gently.

"Natasha, I'm fine. It's just a cybernetic hand, it can be fixed." Lena hissed.
"What if you need it when we're on board. Something attracted Cyan earlier, we don't know if it will attack any of us again."

((*attacked))

"I'll be fine." Lena mutters and walks off before Natasha had anymore to say. The art of persuasion h as never been Natasha's forte, and Lena was as stubborn as a mule most days. They were never a good match for arguments from the very beginning.

((Little did Lena know, Cyan is a tech nerd and a queen of the forge innthe workshop))

((lol))

Natasha shakes her head looking back once more before returning to the med bay. When she comes back, Roger was leaning against the wall, hands in his pocket, looking out the small window. The shades were pulled slightly the side, allowing a few gleams of light from the sea surrounding them to shimmer through.

She looks over at Roger and asks him to keep watch over Cyan. He agrees and Natasha leaves again to check on Lucielle. While she was at it, she decided she would start the next meal.

*Cyan layed herself back down and went back to sleep. Though she eventually woke up in a coldsweat. She had a vision in her dream.*

When Cyan woke up, she saw Roger sitting in the chair on the corner. His legs were crossed and he was reading a magazine, occasionally glancing up at her vitals. He turns the page before saying, "We tries to wake up for dinner but, you wouldn't. You slept for five hours straight... How do you feel?" He looked tired.

*Cyan didn't respond and ripped the IV's out, running out of the Medbay and to the other side of the Sub to the control room. She began shifting levers and flipping switches, then guiding the Sub narrowly missing a giantass Iceberg. Everyong saw it passing really close to the windows. Cyan sighed out of relief and guided the submarine back on path. She then put the sub back on autopilot, falling into a sitting position and running her hands through her hair. She began laughing, feeling so luck to have woke up just in time.*

Roger had ran behind her when she had left the room. He looked around before saying... "well, that was random..."

Natasha follows in a few seconds later with Lena. "Did anyone else see that iceberg?" Lena walks over the controls and then looks out the windows.
She doesn't say anything, but Quippip was scanning the settings of the ship.

"Are you okay!?" Natasha asks, dropping down to her knees besides Cyan.

*She nodded, still giggling for being so fortunate*
"Yes, I'm fine... I'm just glad I could save everyone before we wrecked..."

Natasha hugs Cyan.
"Why didn't the alarms go off...?" Lena asks. She shuffles over to the other side. "There couldn't have been a power failure in the electricity network...."

"You mean power outage?" Roger asked.

“Yes.”

"That is quite strange now that I think about it. Especially since the sub has been on autopilot. It should've avoided the collision too on its own."

Lena looks back over at Natasha and Cyan from the circuits running up the walls of the system. She opens her mouth to say something but promptly closes it. Her hands balled into fists, but she hid them behind her back. She stood there, looking stiff, watching as Natasha got up from the floor, still doting on Cyan.
‘Levels of oxytocin has increased.’ Only Lena heard Quippip.

"We should get you back to the medbay..." Natasha gaze was locked on Cyan as she helped her girlfriend stand. Roger got on Cyan's other side and wrapped her arm over his shoulder. The two of them acted as crutches on the sides of Cyan to help her walk.
"We'll figure out what went wrong with the alarms a bit later. We should just be fortunate that Cyan was able to save us... Once more..." Natasha kisses Cyan's cheek. Roger nods in agreement, remaining stone faced.

"Later?" Lena stopped in the middle of her sentence and shakes her head. "Why the hell would you wait?"

"We're not going to take long to address it. We'll just look at it in a bit."

"Why not immediately? There may be more icebergs up ahead to collide into. You know we're in northern region Nat." Lena pointed to the window while she apprised them. “Besides, you can’t rely on Cyan to save your @sses every time.”

“Lena, don’t start…” Natasha warned. Her voice lowered, becoming stern.

“I’m just saying—”

“Lena, can you just go… Can you check on Lucielle for me?” Roger interjected. Lena’s head whipped to him. She huffed and marched off, dragging herself out the door. Her metal feet felt heavy for some reason at the moment.

When Lena exited the room, and the loud thumps of her footsteps faded away, Nat lets out a loud sigh.
“Why was Lena so urgent about fixing the system?” Roger starts, but he stops when he sees Natasha’s face. She was already done with the conversation before it even had a chance to begin.

‘You should learn how to control your emotions better.’ Quippip advised, as he always did.
“Well, I’m sorry I couldn’t.” Lena apologized, but it was anything but heartful. She walks around corner, practically dragging her feet.
‘Your levels of oxytocin have increased since that last conversation.’
“I know you told me.” Lena replied. She was nearing Lucielle’s door.

‘The last conversation you had with Cyan, Roger Abigail Grandell, Natasha Schullz has caused tension between you three. You were supposed to raise their trust in you and create a bond so you may proceed with the second part: talking about your feelings, as we’ve discussed a couple of days before.’

“Well, too bad Quippip. I don’t want to talk about my emotions! I’ve tried before and it almost landed me in the recycling center, remember?”

‘You can’t keep locking your feelings. Especially after they’ve been displaying several symptoms of different conditions. You’ve been more prone to irritability lately—’

“Can’t we talk about this later Quippip?” Lena hissed.

‘You haven’t been sleeping, you’re paranoid—’

“Maybe I’m just tired. Everyone gets cranky when they’re tired.”

“You’ve been avoidant of things items.’

“Like what?” Lena reaches for the knob.

‘Like drills specifically…’ Quippip spoke. Lena pauses, she stood there for a moment.
‘My job is to note everything Lena. You avoided drills and screws prior to your rescue and after. The first thing you did after you were better was pulling out those screws in your arm with your robotic hand. They were infected.’

“Quippip, stop talking.”

‘When presented with the idea of taking antibiotics—pills— when you thought they would work on the infected holes from the screws, you didn’t take them. You opted for amputation, a far more severe option, without hesitation.’

“Quippip, shut up.” Lena barked. She pressed the mute button repeatedly, but it wasn’t working.

‘You haven’t been able to swallow pills for years after the ‘incident’. You can’t sleep only because you believe you’re going to wake up back there…. Shall I continue?’ Quippip stops, waiting for Lena’s response.
‘Lena… Are you ready to talk about your fe—’

The USB was extracted from the side of her head, practically yanked out.

Lena hurls it to the wall.

She saw red.

It bounces off the floor, only to be crushed by her metal foot repeated until the cover of it cracked. The wires poked and sparked out as she continued stomping on it until Luci’s door flew opened.

“What the heck is going on out here!?” Lucielle yells, annoyed by the banging of the constantly banging. When she saw Lena, she froze. Her face was red, and streams of tears were rolling down her face. She looked lost.

Lucielle eyed her, then down to the device that was broken.

“Um…?” Lucielle began. “Are you okay…?”

Lena didn't know what to say.

"Lena was pissed off... I still don't think she likes that you and I are together, Natasha... She's just wanting you to step away from me for awhile..."
*Cyan sighed as they reached the medbay and then stumbled over to the bed. She lied down sighing and covering her eyes and layed her head back.*

"Well, it's about time I go talk to her. She's acting very... childish about this." Natasha says, connecting the IV lines to Cyan once more. She sounded a bit irritated.
"Don't you think Lena's acting like this for attention...?" Roger spoke up. Natasha looks over at him, listening.
"The last thing Lena wants is attention... consciously." Natasha walks over to the other side of the bed, plugging more wires into Cyan's side.
"She has been in a stressful setting for quite some time. That stresses the brain itself, causing deterioration over time. In short..." She plugs the last needle into Cyan. "Her actions are the effects of the brain. It's a cry for help." There was pity in Natasha's eyes. She twirled her hair.
"I'm going to go talk to my sister..." With that, she left out the room, leaving Roger to watch over Cyan again. He looked tired, but stayed awake.

"Lena?" Natasha called out, not too loudly, but not too quietly. She went to the one place she thought she'd find her sister: Lucielle's room. She knocked on the door and Lucielle answered.

"How's it goin' Nat?" Lucielle yawned. She had her headphones wrapped around her neck and a book-- not a coloring book-- that colorful markings made from drawing. The chapter book was ruined.
"What are you up to?" Natasha asks, slightly bending down to Lucielle's level.

"Coloring... Trying to go to sleep actually. Are you here to stomp on a USB too?" Lucielle rubs her eyes.

"Stomp on a USB? Now, why would I do that?" Natasha tilts her head, baffled.

"Lena was stomping on a USB earlier, makin' one hell of a racket too. When I came outside, she was done, and gave me a deer in the headlights before running off to that small room in the back there." Lucielle points down the hall. The only room in that direction was Lena's room.
"Thank you. I'm going to go talk to her but after I'm done, I'll come to tuck you in if you'd like."

"Thanks, but no thanks." Lucielle says, and shuts the door. She knew she'd be out before Nat returned.
Traversing down the corridor made her remember the one in their old base, before the ambush. It's familiarity made Nat feel right at home, for once, in the sub.
"Lena?" Natasha asks. She knocked, but there was no answer. She stood there, mentally preparing herself for the worst when she opened the door just a bit. The dim light from the sub drew out the darkness. The more she opened the door, ignoring it's creaking sound, the more she could see into it. It was small room. The bed had been made, but didn't look like it had been slept in. Lena's shoes had been neatly placed to the side. The closet door was closed. There was nothing peculiar about the room, only that the light to the bathroom was on.

"Lena?" Natasha knocked on this door. Again, no answer. She knocked twice, than three times, than four times.

"Lena, I'm coming in!" She announced, twisting the knob. The door was opened, just like the entrance. Nat peeked inside and saw Lena huddled on the floor with her knees folded into her chest. She was holding a fistful of clump grey of synthetic hair. She was staring at it.

"Lena! You're hair, you--"

"Pulled nearly every bit out," She chuckled half-heartedly. "It's fine Natasha, it's replaceable. Everything and everyone is just replaceable: An android, a robot, a human, a cyborg, an evo. All replaceable. You, me... our family. Just throw it all away."

"What are you talking about?" Natasha gets down on Lena's level. Lena doesn't answer.
"Lena, I can't help you if you don't talk. Why are you pulling out your hair? Why did you break Quippip? Why are you...?" Nat starts.

"Nat... I'm... I'm scared."

"Of what exactly?"

"Of so many things. I don't know how to control myself anymore. I break everything, I break bonds, I push away people. I do it out of fear at first, and than I'm angry with myself. I thought after leaving that place, after being punished for every little thing for all these years, I thought I could do something great, something small, something as simple as just having a good relationship with my older sister. But I couldn't even do that right." Lena's voice cracked. She buries her head into her knees.

"Don't say things like that. You're great Lena." Natasha tried to smile. She meant it.

Natasha hugs her sister tightly, rocking back and forth while humming.

"We'll figure this all out Lena... You will have to talk to me, but only when you're ready, okay? I'm here for you."

*Cyan sighed and formed and obsidian glove, then broke a piece off and deformed it. She began carving something into her shoulder, as soon as Roger saw what she was doing he realized every Tattoo Cyan had was self-done, and the piece of obsidian needle had what looked like an ink substance, It was also glowing red hot from being broke off so suddenly.*

((Might wanna respond on the 17th continuation))