Ladies in Hades and the Dyval Wears Prada
A collection of recovered notes and transcripts of aural recordings made by Sakura Wilson, AKA “Precision.” They are arranged from oldest to newest.
- List #1
- Recording #1
- Recording #2
- Recording #3
- Recording #4
- List #2
- Hunter and Prey
- Drive Everything
- NEW! Recordings #5 through #9
- NEW! List #3
What does “Icarus” mean, anyway?
Get to Lazlo safely
Go home ☺
Hunter and Prey
The hunter sat there in the shadows and observed his prey. These Humans were enhanced, augmented, quick, and strong. There were six of them – four males and two females, but only one hunter. This was shaping up to be just the sort of challenge he was looking for. He had been stalking them, observing them for the last few days and he took his time now to reflect on his conclusions.
The leader was the easiest to identify. In the hunter’s estimation he was also the strongest and toughest. That seemed only natural. It would be critical to take him out early but only to incapacitate him. Defeating him would be more fun once the distraction of fighting the others was over. The skill the leader had shown was worthy of the right to single combat, and the hunter would relish that moment.
Their youngest separated from the group frequently. He would be the first the hunter would attack, and he didn’t expect much challenge from this one. Though, surprisingly, this youngling had shown signs that he was aware of the hunter shadowing them. The hunter had not been found, of course – his own skill was too impressive to be noticed by the humans so easily. But still, the thought that the child may yet surprise him made him eager to begin.
Not yet, of course. Patience was required. Observe. Plan. Strike. These were the necessary components of a successful hunt. And while others of his kind had taken on these enhanced humans before in mixed groups, never had a Lanotaur gone against an entire group of these enhanced humans alone like he planned to.
Regarding the last two males, the hunter had noticed that they relied too heavily on their ranged weapons. Distraction, followed by the removal of their leader, should make them easier to close in on and engage in close combat. He would disarm and take out those two together in the confusion – without their leader, they seemed as if they would be slow to adapt to the change in tactics.
Perfect, it was all coming together.
The two females were augmented as well, and the hunter knew better than to dismiss them. One was obviously enhanced, yet her enhancement seemed to be geared towards operating the vehicles these humans insisted on traipsing around the world in. He knew he needed to take her out before she could get to one of those machines, and that she would likely go for one right away. She would have to be the target dealt with right after the leader was taken out.
The other female, however, there was something different about her. She did not have the same obvious signs of enhancement as the others, yet she acted similarly enhanced. She appeared skilled in close combat and his plan would require him to quickly incapacitate her, then take her out before he dealt finally with the leader. But she was holding back, he could tell, and since he didn’t know what she was hiding it made her a wild card in all this.
The hunter was sure he could take this group of humans. His plan was solid. But out of all of the humans there it was that last female who would be most likely to surprise him. And that thrill was something he looked forward to. Sunrise, tomorrow, he decided. That was when he would strike. He would pit his skill against theirs in this contest and see who would prevail. For the losers: Death. For the winner: Survival. Just as it has always been. Just as it should be.
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Sam laid on the top of her car and looked up at the stars. The other juicers were relaxing about the camp – cleaning weapons, telling jokes, cooking over the fire… But for the moment Sam just laid there and let herself get lost in her thoughts. Her bio-comp system automatically adjusted the constant flow of drugs into her body, enhancing her relaxed state. A sound nearby got the drugs pumping again and she was instantly pulled out of her thoughts, aware of everything around her. Looking at where the noise came from she saw Sakura, the new recruit, the replacement for… “No,” Sam thought. “Not a replacement. But someone who filled the spot of a sixth member.” She saw that Sakura was just walking over and Sam allowed herself to relax again.
“What brings you over here Sakura?” Sam asked. “I thought you’d be with Raimos and the others.”
“I can only take so much of their macho contests,” Sakura told her. “They keep challenging me because I keep beating them. I decided not to beat their egos tonight. Instead I thought I’d see what had you all dreamy-eyed over here.”
“I wasn’t ‘dreamy-eyed.’ I was just thinking.”
“Mind if I join you?” Sakura asked her.
“It’s a free world,” Sam responded – a little colder than she meant to. But what was said was said. Sakura nimbly jumped up and landed gracefully on the car in one effortless motion. She laid down next to Sam. Even after seeing her in action, it was hard for Sam to believe just how nimble and quick the experimental juicer was. She had no obvious drug harness but that was part of what made her experimental. She was just as strong and fast as any juicer she’d ever known – moreso actually than many of them. They found her stumbling through the woods, lost, and they allowed her to come with them. Sakura wanted to get to Lazlo and the whole group decided that they’d all go there with her, so Sakura was with them now. She’d been working with them for a little while now they traveled together to Lazlo.
“The stars are so vibrant here,” Sakura said quietly. “Where I came from, you couldn’t even see half of these stars.”
“It’s probably just your enhancement chemicals,” Sam retorted. “They make things clearer for you now. Just another benefit – a small one in comparison, but one I like to occasionally enjoy.”
“What made you do it Sam?” Sakura suddenly asked her. “The others constantly talk and brag about what drove them to become Juicers. But you’ve never mentioned it once.”
“Maybe because I don’t like talking about it?”
“Geez, you don’t have to be so rude about it.”
Sam sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s not you. It’s just… you know that we let you join us because we recently lost a member, right?”
“Well she was more than just one of our friends. Erika was my best friend growing up. We juiced up together in Kingsdale, and together we eventually joined these guys to help them out. To make a difference.”
“Oh, I’m sor-”
Sam kept talking, cutting Sakura off. “We were young and impatient. We wanted to do so much, and we didn’t want to wait. It was Erika who told me about the Phaeton conversion. She knew how much I loved to drive and thought it would be perfect for me. For us.”
Sam looked over at Sakura. “That’s why I juiced up. Because my best friend in the whole world thought I could do everything I ever wanted if I did, and she was willing to juice with me just so that I didn’t have to do it alone.” She looked back up at the starry sky. “‘I want to drive everything.’ I was six years old when I said those words, and although I stopped talking about it as we got older Erika remembered. I nearly cried when she told me how she remembered those words I said, standing there that day, holding the poster she ripped off the wall with the slogan for being a Phaeton. ‘Drive anything. Drive everything.’”
She paused for a moment and looked back at Sakura. Sakura looked awestruck and dumbfounded, and seemed to be trying to figure out something to say. “Sam, I-”
“You don’t need to say anything, Sakura,” Sam interrupted her again. “But those guys, they told their stories and they’re all just dumb jock stories. ‘I wanted to be more powerful’ or ‘I wanted to kick a lot of ass’ – you’ve heard them talk. Mine and Erika’s story would be wasted on them. But that’s my secret that only Erika knew, and now you do to. I really want to do it, Sakura. I want to drive everything. I want to fly everything.” She stretched her hand up towards the sky, fingers outstretched, as if she were reaching for the stars themselves. “Even if it’s only one time. If it’s out there, I want to drive it, fly it, pilot it, race it, push it to its limits and just feel the exhilaration that comes from being in these machines.”
Sam closed her hand and brought her arm back down. “I haven’t told them yet, but when we get to Lazlo I’l going to say goodbye to these guys. They’re great and all, but… well, we’ve all got our time limits now, don’t we?” Sam chuckled humorlessly. “Erika believed in my dream, and I’ve held off pursuing it long enough. There’s other cars, other planes, there may even be spaceships somewhere. I want to find them all, and I want to get behind their controls and just push them as far as I can. Then I want to find the next one.”
Sam didn’t say anymore, and Sakura just laid there next to her quietly. Both of them stared at the night sky, lost in their thoughts. If they noticed the guys by the campfire quietly placing bets about how long it would be before the two women were making out, neither of them reacted.
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Recordings #5 through #9
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