Mirthless laughter escaped Hihja's bloodied lips, devolving into pained coughs that accentuated her expression of pain. "Swappin' one master for another," she muttered bitterly, her gaze fixed on Myga with an intensity the other woman had never seen before. Even as the rumbling of the planet signaled to all that the time for decisions had come, Hihja remained seated on the ground with a defiant stare. Myga was not among those fleeing the planet; she remained after assuring the others that she'd follow them shortly. She wasn't about to let someone else she knew die, no matter how much her Nekovalkyrja pride wanted it.
That, Myga realized, probably meant she would never have been a good Nekovalkyrja after all -- she was simply too Nepleslian.
Myga knelt by Hihja's side clutched her squadmate by the shoulders, "Hihja, you're coming with me -- that's an order!" she demanded in a forceful, authoritarian tone. But where Hihja would have once nodded, maybe with a snarky comment to uphold a veneer of independence, the muscular blonde simply stared Myga down defiantly.
"Sorry, but you can't pull rank anymore -- you're a prisoner now. I'm not going back, not after what they did to our sisters. I'll die a warrior, not a slave." Hihja jut her chin up in a stubborn gesture of pride, and refused to budge despite Myga's efforts to shift her. The rumbling beneath them grew, and the trio of NMX that remained watched the pair with passive, apathetic glances.
"We were always slaves! They were going to eat you! That's all we are to them -- food!"
"And you think fighting for them will be any different? We're made to fight and die by whoever controls us, the squids just don't pretend like we're anything more than what we are: tools of war."
"Sitting on a deathtrap isn't how a warrior dies, Hihja!"
"You're right," Hihja's eyes narrowed, and Myga's blood suddenly ran cold with anticipation and fear, "I've got to make up for getting shot in the back by your new friends." Hihja's injuries couldn't betray the speed at which she'd drawn a knife from her boot, and before Myga could blink, she felt a sharp, molten pain in her chest. She looked down to see a boot knife half-way embedded through her uniform, with her own gloved hands clasped over Hihja's -- one last reflexive save that this body had in store for her. Hihja was unperturbed, and with a stifled grunt, she attempted to force it further into Myga's flesh.
"Hihja, don't-!" Myga's cried out as the blade sank an inch deeper as a result of her lack of focus on the struggle. She had to act fast. With a bloodcurdling scream, she summoned all of her strength until, inch by inch, the blade started to slide out of her body inch by agonizing inch. Hihja was stronger, however, and it was clear that the surprise from her former squad leader's will to live was all that kept her from a renewed effort to push through her heart. That hesitation was Myga's chance, and a sharp twist brought an elbow to the side of the other soldier's head, causing her to stumble down to the side. A downward jab to the head, and Hihja crumpled into an unconscious heap.
Labored breaths followed the struggle as Myga slung Hihja's unconscious body over her shoulders once again. Taking off of the ground, the neko kept the Kaiyo's frame within her blurry vision to steel her resolve, even as the blood pouring from an open wound drained her strength with each passing second. When the pair landed within the cargo bay, Myga collapsed to the ground in a heap, a pool of crimson pooling around her and Hihja both. She stared into the face of her former friend, and wondered if she'd made the right choice.
Everything felt colder, now. She was starting to lose feeling in her limbs, and the darkness creeping around the edges of her vision worked to swallow the world entirely. Is this what it felt like to die? The nekovalkyrja smiled for what felt like the first time in a long time -- she'd saved someone, at least. She hoped there was honor to be found in that.