Rozy entered the GDA workshop. She doesn’t know why she felt the need to go to Quill specifically. But she wanted a break from everything around her. She was tired. Maybe she was familiar with a lab, maybe it’s because Quill let her sleep there, maybe she has a bias toward Quill, she didn’t know. But she wanted to be here. She entered, stretching, yawning, giving a digital distorted sound alongside the yawn Quill!
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Rozy was on the hunt. She was after Catra. She was still deciding what to do when she finds her but one thing’s for certain, she needs to be stopped. Rozy was done sitting around, crying about the past, moping about Catra, making threats she wouldn’t hold up to and making it everyone’s business what she’s going through. Standing aside while Catra’s gone rogue. Time to do something about it. After she talked to Melog, she went to Cecil, volunteering to help Catra. Rozy was informed of where Catra was going. The Council. Now. The intel has come from LeBlanc, who kept an eye on Catra and Evelynn. When she found Catra was after the Council she informed the GDA, claiming someone there was valuable to her. That’s all. Rozy didn’t understand and honestly didn’t care. She wanted to bring Catra in, one way or another, and tell her what she feels, and if need be, beat the Evelynn out of her. She was sick of all this. She tracked Catra down, aiming to beat her to the Council. By the time Catra got there, the Council were evacuated, and Rozy was waiting.
“Catra….”
Alongside Jinx, Rozy went to Lest’s to go see Melog. Rozy shared a little about what her dream was like. The utter nightmare it was. All she went through, and the memories it’s tied to. Not much, but enough to give a general idea.
Soon they made it to Lest’s. Hey Lest! Hey.
Rozy woke up, and found herself somewhere she shouldn’t be. Somewhere she couldn’t be. The table. She knows the table, the way it grips her, holds her down. It’s the first thing she felt. She looks around, and sees others like her. Many others. Like her. She remembers them. All of them. All their names. She misses them. She calls out but she can’t speak. Then pain. In a bright flash she was in excruciating pain. There was only one other time she felt this pain:The beginning of her life. The Output Test. Where her resilience against her own energy, and the efficiency of her output was tested. It hurt. A lot. She thought she was going to die. But she didn’t. She wished she did. She only wished more later. She closed her eyes for a moment, hoping to get a grip on herself. Her body felt lighter. She didn’t feel like she was being held down anymore. Relief. Then horror. When she opened her eyes, she was standing on a mountain of corpses and charred bones. These corpses, they were Infusiums. All of them. All the ones she remembers. There was one still alive. She reached for them, but her hand wouldn’t close the distance. She was being pulled, once again. She watched that Infusium ignite in flames from their own body, and corrode black and bronze, and fall apart. In horror she screamed. Suddenly the world darkened around her. She heard voices. She remembers these voices. She hates these voices. Her creators. They told her to forget them. They told her to move on. To stop crying, stop screaming, stop feeling. They reminded her what she is:A machine. They reminded her what she does:Slaughter. They remind her what her brethren are:Expendable. They remind her who she is:Nobody. She turned around to yell at them. But she froze. When she turned around, she saw the faces of all her creators. But in the place of their eldest, Diag Kronor, was a face that definitely did not belong to Diag Kronor.
It was Catra, adorning Kronor’s cloak, sharing her expression, sharing her cold, lack of love and emotion. Telling Rozy to stop acting like she’s a person, and she doesn’t get the luxuries of emotion or heart that humans do, because she’s not one. She’s ROZ-417. Nothing more. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She could hardly speak. She couldn’t even cry.
“C-……..C-…………..Ca-……….Catra?……..”
Rozy went to the workshop where she was sure she’d find Quill. She knocked on the door. Quill? Are you in there? I need to talk to you. Now.
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