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Title: kayidea
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Credit: Written by
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Author: Nathan Lindsay
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/*2022-06-26 idea from https://youtu.be/FN3aYDowPEk where she says "you're a man you can't touch me" to an officer arresting her after abusing her boyfriend...*/
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EXT. SEATTLE ROOFTOP
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/*not sure if seattle. just seems about right.*/
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Kay stands atop a roof, clad in her newly-upgraded armor. The violent demonstrations will be a ripe testing ground for the prototype system. She activates the seal on her helmet.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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You enjoying the on-board A/C?
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KAY
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I have never felt more comfortable in my life. Including before I had fur, and I thought it was good during the trial runs!
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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Glad you like it. Took us a hot second to work out. Attempting to relay communications with your HUD system.
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KAY
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You know, I kind of feel like not switching it on...
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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Deactivating cooling system.
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KAY
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Hey, hyperhydrosis is no joke, you can't just do that!
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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(laughing)
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I'm just happy we finally found a way to control you.
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.KAY IN-HELMET POV
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The HUD system boots up. We see indicators for her new arm canisters being 15% full each, and her main tank being empty. As they speak, Kay interacts with an augmented reality prompt with a flair, tapping it with her middle finger. Intel is downloaded and processed, and a beacon with a distance indicator appears in sync with Jay's briefing.
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KAY
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Don't push your luck. You better just be grateful I support the cause.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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On that note, it appears our reconnaissance data has been successfully relayed. We've placed a tracker on a van we believe to be carrying weapons and ammunition, operated by antifa militants planning to carry out an attack on businesses and churches in this area. Do you have visual on the beacon?
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/*antifa is a placeholder for this group. i haven't gotten enough flesh on them and their motivations yet, so I'm not sure of a name quite yet.*/
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KAY
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You're going to make me go *all that way*? Very kind of you to drop me off at a building 2 miles away.
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Her dismay is punctuated by her gesturing with her hand.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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If you could look at the indicator, it's only around seven hundred meters. Not even half a mile. Besides, you've got sweating to do.
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/*could make him say something like "not even half a mile to you americans" but I'm not sure if I want to make him european after jay exci or what. idk i only invented him today*/
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EXT. SEATTLE ROOFTOP
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Kay plops herself down on the edge of the building and leans back, lounging.
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KAY
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I feel really exploited. Maybe antifa's right. I think I'm actually going to be switching sides, nothing personal!
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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Cut the sarcasm and get to the mission.
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**SSSH-KLANG!** Kay summons the Acriamative without hardly moving from her lounging position. Its blade and skull gleam in the starlight.
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KAY
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No, I'm serious, I really feel like causing massive amounts of property damage.
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Jay sighs as Kay laughs, tossing her weapon in the air, flipping backwards and landing to catch it.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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Just keep it contained in the van...
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Kay detatches her shoulder plates from the Acriamative and tethers the plates to the sword itself with an eight foot carbon fiber cable.
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KAY
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Hah! No promises.
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She winds up, squatting low to the ground, and launches herself into the sky. She laughs in exclamation.
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.KAY IN-HELMET POV
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We see her rapidly approaching the augmented beacon, the distance indicator, in meters, counting down rapidly.
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EXT. SEATTLE NIGHT SKY
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As she reaches the top of her arc, she winds back once again, this time with the Acriamative, which she hurls with precision like a Javelin at the ground. In a flash, she grabs the cable, which becomes taut and jerks her towards the ground at a lethal velocity. Evidently, she's had practice.
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She lands painfully on a rooftop. Painful for the rooftop, really. Large cracks form on the concrete surface. The acriamative had impaled itself into the ground, Kay rolling, seemingly bouncing, and spinning upward into the air again, pulling the Acriamative with the cable and catching it in a graceful landing.
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.KAY IN-HELMET POV
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Kay turns around to observe the damage. A small amount of dust settles.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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I said to keep it contained.
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KAY
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Excuse me if Acriamative travel is as hard as my dick right now. At least I didn't cave it in this time.
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EXT. NEW ROOFTOP
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Kay leans over the edge of the roof. The van is parked on the curbside of a deserted side road. Two dissidents, a male and a female, are having a smoke on the curb in rear of the van.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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The van could be in movement any second. Luckily, they're not likely to have picked up their fellow terrorists yet. Secure the vehicle and the dissidents. Don't be afraid to use your sidearm if need be. Once your canisters are full, you can administer medical aid.
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KAY
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Assuming they work.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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They were operational during trials, no reason they shouldn't be now.
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KAY
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You don't know that. I really don't want to kill anyone today. Or ever.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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I'm sure the 2 ton sword will do nicely then.
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Kay sighs, shaking her head. She detatches her cable and it automatically coils into a compartment on her hip.
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KAY
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Not even at twenty percent. Whatever, it's fine.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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Actually, I'd prefer you aim on testing it today. We could use the data.
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KAY
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Yes! *Or,* I could shoot *you* and wait through an hour or two of your suffering before testing.
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DELTA JAY (OVER COMLINK)
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Kidding. I'm not as bad as some of my peers.
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KAY
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I'll let them know.
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She stands and walks off the building, landing behind the dissidents, who jolt onto their feet.
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FEMALE DISSIDENT
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/*She's supposed to shout some nickname her ilk has coined for Kay. Not sure what it should be. The ____ or something.*/
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The MALE DISSIDENT rushes to the front of the van, keys in hand. Kay kicks his feet out from under him and he crashes to the ground, keys sliding away. The Female Dissident takes the opportunity to fling the van doors open. Kay leaps atop the van and moves to attack, but a shotgun blast to the chest blindsights her. Her armor is relatively unscathed, but with a visual pellet spread of dents.
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Kay tackles the dissident, elbowing her shotgun down and pinning her to the ground. She struggles, pounding her fists against Kay's armor uselessly.
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FEMALE DISSIDENT
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(shouted)
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FASCIST! YOU'RE A MAN, YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!
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Kay silently gets up, bringing the dissident with her and then shoving her to the ground with her left hand. Her right, still carrying the Acriamative, impales it into the ground on the dissident's right. She walks up to the terrorist, moving her fingers in a way that triggers the transparent bit of her helmet to roll up. Her foxlike face smiles pleasantly down.
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KAY
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Actually, I use she/her pronouns. So what are you and your boy planning to do with all this *juice*? I heard you didn't pack any clay pidgeons.
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