text: [Themes: sci-fi]
  
  Well, breaking glass got you this far. With a shrug and with no hesitation you slam your shoulder into the glass. It shatters and caves inward like...glass, and luckily seems designed to break into little pebbly pieces instead of jagged spikes. You go stumbling into the attached room and see a man in tan slacks,a white shirt and a red striped tie sitting at a table staring at you with a look of absolute horror. He jumps up and runs for a panel of buttons at the wall, but in one swift motion you fling the heavy table at him and knock him to the opposite side of the room.
  
  When you're Maelstrom but also Samson, the slow burn of strength surging through your muscles always feels wonderful, but this time's something different. Even with the power transferred from the original Samson using the imprint process, you're limited by the young female body of the original girl. Now though it's like you're much, much stronger, that table was shockingly light in your hands. Has something been done to you? Since the last time something was done to you, you mean.
  
  The man is still lying there on the ground, pinned under the table and groaning.
  
  [Kill him now! Please let me kill him...] You grimace as that other excited voice surges up again, struggling a moment to push it down. That's Ray Sedge, or Snake Eyes. Everyone knows he's bad news. The others are all clamoring at you now to contain him which of course is not helping your focus at all.
  
  > question him.
  You grab him roughly by the collar. "What is this place? Who are you?" you growl. "Don't you know we're all bad news in here? You wouldn't have ever woken us up if you had any sense!"
  
  "H-hold on! Look, I can explain!"
  
  After some frightened babbling the man finally explains that you were woken up off the record to take care of a problem for the United Nations. "The higher ups didn't want to get their hands dirty, and something...er, someone like you seemed perfect for the job."
  
  "What? That sounds like a crock of shit, there are plenty of other Imprints running around that can handle problems."
  
  "Not up here. Kid, you've been asleep for a long time. Things have changed, let me show you." All of a sudden his hand closes around your wrist and a surge of crackling energy burns through your body.
  
  You go into a seizure as Samson, some part of Maelstrom who controls electricity very briefly steps in to stabilize the body, and then is thrust aside as Snake Eyes reaches out and snaps the man's neck. "Yesss....kill...."
  
  > Oops.
  Things go blurry and distorted, internally the Maelstrom collective is all chaos, everyone lashing out at each other as they try to claw their way to the top. The original girl has sunk down somewhere to hide, and finally it's Samson that breaks free on the surface again.
  
  You're standing in a hallway with bloody hands. A trail of your own bloody footprints leads across the white tile, from the direction of door hanging ajar. You're not naked anymore at least, wearing a white button up shirt, blood-stained too of course, but it hangs nearly down to your knees and is tied at the waist with a red striped tie.
  
  You know better than to check the room you seem to have just left. Instead you stagger down the hall, searching for an exit. You hear voices once or twice and once hide from some kind of custodian. They're going to have a hell of a mess to clean up back there. one of your voices says, and several of you stifle a laugh. But you don't dare interact with anyone else for fear Snake Eyes might come out again.
  
  Luckily you seem to have stumbled into a series of back rooms and offices, most seeming to be abandoned. You could explore more thoroughly, or try and find an exit.
  
  > Explore.
  You peek into several offices. They're all dusty and dull, but one you find is occupied. There's a tall man in a mysterious dark hooded robe, he looks very ominous and like someone even Maelstrom with the full array of powers active shouldn't mess with.
  
  Luckily he doesn't see you, his head is turned slightly and he's focused in on a screen, speaking in a tone that makes you think he's explaining a subject to students, or answering a question for someone, anyway.
  
  "I guess here's an important difference. Zombie girls are better at going through the motions of sex than male zombies, the reasons for this are obvious. Male zombies have no blood flow so well they ain't gonna be able to perform the way a living dude can. Equipment just doesn't work and they'll be lucky enough if their balls aren't rotted off. Now that being said, that doesn't mean the male zombie won't still TRY. He's still a guy after all and has the same desires as most males have for the female form. But even if he can somehow get it working...perhaps with the help of an enthusiastic female Necromancer...he's still just not going to feel the same sensations and will be shooting blanks. The female zombies can't feel any pleasure, or pain either, but then again they can always fake it better by moaning at the appropriate times. So just like living females actually."
  
  You slowly back away from the door and hurry down the hall as soon as it's safe enough to run away.
  
  > look for the exit.
  Not wanting to risk spending any more time here, you swiftly travel the corridors. Finally you turn the correct corner and are beckoned by an EXIT sign at the end of a hall.
  
  The light outside is blinding and the heat hits you like a wave from an opened oven. The sky is high and pale and a red dust blows in the wind.
  
  You see you're in some sort of courtyard, with an armored truck parked nearby, with more sections of the building on three sides and a metal gate at the far end of the driveway, leading out into a long road in what looks like a desert. There's a few guards in heavy gear with visored helmets and guns milling around the gate, but they don't seem to have seen you. You creep closer to the truck and see there are several people inside a kind of cage built into the back, in torn and dirty work uniforms. They're all handcuffed and look frightened. Most are adults but you see a few pretty young kids in there too.
  
  [Kill them...?]
  
  [Will someone shut this guy up!]
  
  You shake your head and try to assess the situation. Just then one of the prisoners looks over and sees you. "Little girl...oh my God, what did they do to you in there?" he hisses out in a whisper, seeing you dressed in your bloody salvaged rags. "Good on you for escaping, but you need to get out of sight. If you take the east road.." He points towards a small side path you hadn't noticed, "There's a water station just a few miles away, then just follow the rock piles to a hidden stash of more supplies."
  
  You nod as if you're listening, then simply walk over and tear the door of the cage right off. An electric shock from some security device courses through you when you do, but this time you keep that bastard Snake Eyes down with some help from the others. There's startled muttering and conversation from within the truck, everyone staring at you, but they are all quick to exit that confinement.
  
  "Hey! What the hell's going on?" a male voice barks as a guard throws open a door and rushes out. He comes running around the side of the truck, and you slam the edge of the cage door you're carrying against him, catching him right in the throat. He goes down, but the other guards at the gate have noticed now and are running your way.
  
  One of the prisoners grabs the fallen guards gun and begins firing wildly at the ones approaching, most of the shots miss but then there's a BOOM and and a sudden explosion. The guard that was hit looks dead as fuck and another one is screaming and on fire, while the third runs over to try and assist.
  
  "What caused that?" you ask, astonished.
  
  "Oxygen tanks. These Earth assholes all need them up here, if they can't afford modifications." He holds up the keys taken from the guard. "Get in the truck though, we need to go."
  
  [Earth assholes?]
  
  > do it yourself.
  You fire.
  
  You fucking MISS. You hear groans of despair all around you. Scope meanwhile unleashes all her anger at you in your mind, and you're so busy hearing about what a selfish and awful person Samson was and how you're even worse, that it takes a moment to realize a dozen more drones have joined the first, hovering overhead and coming from all directions.
  
  "Everybody, run for it!"
  
  All of you bail out of the vehicle and begin to scatter in all directions. You hope some of the others make it. As for you, you know you'll be fine, you just need all the voices to pipe down long enough for you to select the one most suited to--
  
  While you're sorting this out, a laser stabs a hole through your neck, roughly the size of your neck.