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The pink-haired Chiss sat back in a
chair, arms crossed, a cold gaze set on the camera. Her lips slowly
curl into a cruel smile as she leans forward, resting her elbows on
her knees. There's a coldness to her voice as she speak, despite the
smile, “'Ice queen'.” Her fingers slowly began to drum against
her leg, the smile remaining, “'Ice queen'. You know what? I like
that. Good description. So, miss 'I Could Break You in Half'. You
wanna know why I'm such an 'Ice Queen'? I have to be.”
She held up a single, gloved finger,
the smile fading, “One. I kill people for a living. Let me
repeat myself. I kill people for a living. Do I need to
explain that? I commit murder, and get paid to do it. See? Easy to
understand.” Daeria narrowed her eyes slightly, the smile
returning, a horrible amusement hanging in her voice, “But, I know
what you're gonna say. Plenty of people get their money through
killing people, and they aren't cold heartless monsters, now are
they?
“Oh, but they are. With me, you see
somebody who admits to what they are. I mean come on. I'm not exactly
subtle about it. I say it all the damn time. I'm a psychopath. I kill
people, and I don't feel bad about it. And, to boot, I like thinkin'
about how I'd kill most everybody. It's a fun mental workout, try it
sometime. And two, I'm a sociopath. I don't give a damn about your
dumb social guidelines or any of that crap. It's boring. It's
just so boring to have to watch someone try to be polite and all that
when they obviously just want to tell you to go kriff yourself. I
mean really. And no, I don't say those two things because I 'watch
too many holovids', despite what some idiots may think.”
She motioned towards the camera as if
she were referring to another person, “But with everyone else? They
just go about their day like it's nothing. They're the real monsters.
They kill people, they get paid, and then they brag
about it. Then they tell stories like it's a tale of glory or
something like that. And people don't find that
creepy. But when I tell it like it is, I'm weird, and I'm crazy, and
I'm just plain mean.”
“So
yes, maybe I am some sort of 'ice queen', and I'm perfectly fine with
that. 'But why would she want to do this?' you'll ask,” she said,
tapping her chin as if pondering the question, before waving it away,
“Simple. I'm good at it. I like it, I enjoy it, and I'm good at it.
Sure, I had to find that out the hard way, but it was worth it to
find it out. I'd probably be dead if I didn't. Do what you gotta do
to survive, and it may not look like it, but I still
do that. I still
do what I have to do to get by. Even if I had enough money to retire
on, I wouldn't, because that would drive me insane. So I have to keep
doing something, and that's what I have to do to survive. Simple as
that. Some people need to kriff, some of us need to kill.”
“From
where I'm sitting, I like to think I've got things pretty well
figured out.” She held up two fingers, “There's two truths to
life. We're born, and we die. Everything else in between's fair game.
But if you're alive, you've been born, and you're sure as hell gonna
die. Whether that's in your sleep of old age, or from some poisoned
drink, or some big showdown on a crowded street. You're gonna die.
I've figured that out, and I quit caring. When it happens to me, I'm
gonna be perfectly fine with it, because I'm certainly due for some
death. That's a debt we all owe, and that's a debt we'll sure as hell
all pay. Tell me you're wrong all you want, but when the reaper comes
knockin' on your door, well.” She shrugged, grinning, “Guess
we'll know who was right then, huh?”
“And
all that stuff that's in the middle of all that? The romance, the
closeness, the friends, the family, the stuff like that? They come,
and they go. Just like you. So while all of you people wanna kriff,
and wanna kiss, and wanna stand around complaining or making wedding
plans or doing all of that stuff? You're welcome to. I'll complain,
and moan, but you're more than welcome to. 'Cause that's how you
wanna spend your time. But as for me, I've gotta kill for the sake of
living. That's how I work, and that's how I am.”
“Also,
if somebody hasn't said in some ancient saying or something that by
the time you're talking to yourself alone in an empty ship that
you've named means you're crazy, I'll say it right now. I've got to
be kriffing nuts. Nobody'll ever see this. And if you do see it, it's
'cause I let you, 'cause anybody who tries to get a hold of my
files?” she made a blaster with her hand, pointing it towards the
camera, “We'll be seeing each other soon. On that topic, and to any
other psychopaths and sociopaths who may want to break into this line
of work, I'd suggest having other skills. There's a good chance you
might suck at this, and it's best to have something to fall back on.
I slice, and deliver crap. Messages. Mail. Packages. Been doing a lot
of that lately. Boring as hell. Not recommended, but you've got to do
what you've got to do.”
She
rested back in the chair, resting her hands behind her head, “Think
that's all I've got to say on that. Lot about me. Does that make
these self-centered? I guess that's kind of the point, ain't it. Is
what it is, I guess.”
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