The takeover of Springfield part 2: Terror in the streets

"Thank you for securing the device for me. I'll take it from here. It belongs in the hands of one more intellectually capable." Wow this guy doesn't know when to give up does he? Tsxero wondered to himself. He had crashed inside the massive Dragon and managed to jump ship when the core was ejected. He got the core, but he lost his left arm in the process. He sacrificed his arm for this drive and now this self-entitled dick waltzes up and wants to take it, claiming that Tsxero is mentally incapable? At least he was claiming that Tsxero wasn't capable enough to be in possession of the item. Tsxero's primal nature kicked in. No. Me kill big thing. Large tech is mine! Of course Red Tide simply replied with the threat that he'd do things the civil way or the way Red wanted to...which likely implied experimentation. Tsxero wasn't willing to risk what kind of experimentation with this racist. Tsxero begrudgingly let it go, knowing that Deathbringer would be more pleased with the technology benefiting the group.

 "Good dog." Ya know. On second thought, fuck what people want. Tsxero lashed out grabbing Red Tide and whipping him off the ground to disorient him, then dragging him back and gripping the back of his head with his last good arm, now using his tail as a prop to keep himself up. Tsxero then put all of his strength, speed and skills into turning his arm into a machine gun and tramming Red Tides' face into the ground creating crater, after cater in speed the human eye couldn't even see. Finally Tsxero stopped when the bone was protruding from the last of his arm. He used his tail to curl around the drive and bring it close.

  "I should kill you for this...." a familiar voice came as his little brother, µrsine X, sat down and looked at the wounded brother that was barely hanging on to consciousness. "There's a difference between being effective and being a monster....and you crossed it." He scoffed, shaking his head with disgust and disbelief at his older sibling. He rolled his eyes as shadows rose up to take Tsxero, Red Tide, the core and himself back to the colony. It would be a while before anyone woke up from these events... he just hoped there was no permanent damage to them...any of them.

What the hell happened there? Images flash through Khell's unconscious mind as it processes the events at the hospital. I got ganged up on by a bunch of assholes and got my ass beat down... I should be better than that damnit! the last words he heard from the bastard out to destroy the hospital before he had completely passed out came to his mind "Well, at least you aren't entirely incompotent." That was aimed at the alien, not exactly the greatest words to say to someone who effectively saved your sorry ass with that little trick of his. What a dick. The next thing he knew he had been pulled down, down into an all-encompassing darkness, a darkness he felt he was starting to come out of. Do I even want to wake up right now? They probably have me locked up somewhere so I can't interfere anymore. He winces slightly. I... sigh, yay, I have a migraine to go with the crushing feeling of failure, drinks and happiness all around fellas, you went and fucked up. He lays there for quite some time, contemplating. Fuck it, might as well open the eyes and get the "welp I'm fucked" out of the way right? Opening his eyes greets him with scenery that is completely unexpected, looking around the first thing that comes to his mind is the first thing he decides to say, "What the f-"

(I didn't straight-up beat a motherfucker with another motherfucker, but we're done here anyways by the look of it, this was actually quite awesome.)