Perfect Soldier: THE THREAD.

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((And NOTHING HAPPENED!))

A huge (Elephant-sized) creature that looked like a scorpion with four pincers landed in front of him. It was probably crawling around the ceiling. Without skipping a beat, the creature attempts stinging (well... more impaling due to the size) Richard while tearing trees left and right.
 
"Holy-"
Richard was cut off as he dodged a sting, firing off at the giant enemy creature. He had almost dropped his weapons out of sheer shock, but was now running for his life. This thing didn't look like it'd be harmed by puny small-arms fire. Despite the chaos, he still managed to wonder if it had a weak point. Sure, he was using lasers, but he figured that they'd only do so much. If the beast didn't go down normally, there had to be a technique to it.
 
The scorpion took chase - and he was mostly right for weapons, all it did was chip off pieces of chitin. The intercom came to life again - but this time, it sounded like the voice of whatever being could make Satan himself it's bitch. "Why are you running? Focus for a little and destroy it!"

The forest looked dead wrong too - the trees shifted, looked like they would be lunging at him, everything was quite dark. He could make out the eyes of the beings again too following in front of him, cackling in an infernal orchestra of terror.
 
"I'm trying, damn it!"
Richard didn't particularly feel like being squashed or impaled - and facing the thing head-on was likely going to get him killed. Hence his running, strafing, and haphazard shooting. He was focussing as hard as he could, and if the people observing him didn't like it? Well, they were going to have to find a different test subject. Because he knew he'd die horribly, and painfully, if he remained still for even a few seconds.
 
His shot chipped, little by little, the scorpion's thick hide, but not significantly. He soon would realize, though, that all the trees had been razed - there was nothing to slow down the scorpion anymore. He could also notice that nothing seemed all that terrifying anymore - it was just a large room with lots of logs laying around and a gigantic scorpion attaching him - and currently trying to chop him in half using it's pincers. He started feeling a few tremors extra, too. Not the same type of tremor as the scorpion did - this one felt like the whole facility was shaking. But he probably had more important things to do, hm?
 
Richard knew the scorpion could tear him in half and not think twice bout it - that thought terrified him, now that there was no cover for him. He noticed what the room was like, but trying to avoid the pincers that could turn him into a human Happy Meal seemed to take priority in his mind. However, he was able to concentrate enough to know that this was getting him nowhere. So, he strafed the scorpion, inching closer, attempting to get a view of its underbelly. He knew it was a slim chance, but it was all he had.
 
It was a good plan - the size difference made him much more nimble than the scorpion, who had difficulty turning as fast as he ran. He had no problem getting close enough to the underbelly to see it - the armor was indeed thinner, but not by much. It would like he pretty much only had wishes and prayer to defeat that thing now.
 
Shooting at the body obviously wasn't doing much. He was chipping away at it, but he figured that the gun would probably burn out by the time he'd made any real progress with it. So, instead, he decided to fight smart. He aimed at the scorpion's joints - if he couldn't kill it, he resolved to try and immobilise it.
 
It worked TOO well. The leg joints, upon being fired at, EXPLODED in a shower of gore. The tail and pincers were mostly unaffected though - and they were being swept at him.
 
Richard's first reaction was to leap backwards, to void the tail and pincers. His second was to register the fact that he was now covered in scorpion viscera. Face contorted into something inhuman, he wiped the gore off of himself, and began taking potshots at the scorpion. He didn't relax entirely, but it didn't seem like the scorpion was going anywhere. Paranoia kept him alert, though, despite his apparent complacency.
 
"You fail this test." As he heard this, the scorpion exploded, and everything faded to black. When Rick came back to, he was back in a very bright room, but his vision was fuzzy and he could hear people talk in the background - something about time, a replicator, and finding a new test subject, and then some yelling. A sharp pain in his shoulder put him back to unconsciousness. Some time after, he woke up, again, in a room very similar to what he woke up in before - but this time, his shoulder was very heavy for some reason.
 
"Failure? You f- I made that scorpion little mroe than a bleeding pile of flesh and bones! I swear, I'm going to shoot you straight through the head, you little-"
Richard's thoughts continued like that for some time, while he looked around, trying to make sense of his situation. All he knew was that he was angry - did he fail because he was complacent? He didn't think it was. It may have appeared that way, but he had been ready to react at any given moment.
 
He was back to start - but this time, instead of being in a mellow yellow room, he'd find himself in on a hard futon with shrieking contrasts on the walls of the room. The weapons and equipment cases were still there. This time, it was a male instructor on the intercom. "There has been... an unforeseen incident with your past instructor. Do you remember who you are, 53?"
 
"Vaguely."
Richard's answer was not the most informative, and he knew they could just force what they wanted out of him, but he didn't trust this new instructor. To him, it waas like they weren't even trying to hide that something strange was going on - stranger than usual, anyway.
 
A grunt was heard, before more speaking. "Right. Do you remember what you are doing here?"
 
"Testing."
He persisted with the short answers, not willing to reveal any information he could keep to himself.
 
More grunting - it was visible it was annoying whoever was behind the comms. "It'll have to do. Proceed as usual please."
 
"With my arm in this state? I've a feeling you'd be better off waiting, so that your test subject doesn't get turned into floor-ketchup."
He was stalling for time to try and avoid going in - that much was obvious. However, unless the point of the test was to see how he'd function with his arm in such a state, he figured that they could at least sacrifice a minute or two to avoid losing a testee. Washing the blood out of the jumpsuit would surely be more of a hassle than sitting idly by for a little bit.
 
"Being turned into floor-ketchup, as you so eloquently put, is not an issue if you don't fail the test. Have you even had a proper look at your arm?" While this was being said, the room acquired a strange smell, and it started feeling like it was buzzing.
 
Richard looked down t his arm, and examined it. Maybe it was whatever was being pumped into the room, but while it didn't feel right, he didn't see anything unusual about it.
 
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