Rhys makes a louder and even more unhappy grunt than last time as the full weight of the other inmate comes down on him. The mattress is smothering--crushing too much air out of already oxygen starved lungs.
He manages to wedge his robotic arm out just enough to allow him to take a breath and shout up-- muffled through the fabric.
"The longer I'm in here the more I'm gonna do it, you stupid undead asshole!"
Oh god this does not feel great-- stupid death toll, stupid suffocating in space, stupid admiral demoting him--
Rhys straightens out the fingers of his robotic arm, trying to jab as uncomfortably as possible into the other man, to try and disincentivize this particularly embarrassing murder attempt.
"I said screw you you asssass..."
Whoops, not quite enough air left in the lungs to finish that thought...
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Never mind that he technically is dead now.
He pushes the mattress fully on top of Rhys on the floor and takes a bodily leap for it, squishing Rhys between infirmary floor and mattress.
"Time to die."
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He manages to wedge his robotic arm out just enough to allow him to take a breath and shout up-- muffled through the fabric.
"The longer I'm in here the more I'm gonna do it, you stupid undead asshole!"
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"What? Can't hear you, buddy! Gotta SPEAK UP to summon me!"
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Rhys straightens out the fingers of his robotic arm, trying to jab as uncomfortably as possible into the other man, to try and disincentivize this particularly embarrassing murder attempt.
"I said screw you you asssass..."
Whoops, not quite enough air left in the lungs to finish that thought...
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Oh. Duh.
He fishes out his communicator and, still on top of the mattress on top of poor Rhys, starts typing a message to Iris.
A few seconds later, and the weight on Rhys disappears.
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When it doesn't work, he hauls his shivering, wheezing body back up to his communicator to send a message...