Bite Into My Fury

[LYRE MUSIC]

TALESPINNER:

Apollo. Of course it had to be Apollo, of course he had to stick his hands in this–

LISTENER:

Are you all right?

TALESPINNER:

I’m– [SIGH] I’m fine. It’s just… of course it wouldn’t be that easy. I knew that it wouldn’t be. But… I wish it wasn’t him.

LISTENER:

I’m not sure I understand.

TALESPINNER:

He’s the reason I can…

LISTENER:

Oh.

TALESPINNER:

And… I mean, with how everything is…. It’s been nice to watch something so far away, you know? I guess it serves me right. I should have known that this isn’t a story. This is happening, so of course it couldn’t just… be okay.

TALESPINNER:

Let’s just keep going, okay? Everything’s gone wrong, but it is a distraction.

LISTENER:

Are you sure?

TALESPINNER:

Certain. I’m going to have to split this bit up, though. So first… Sing, O Muse, of the betrayed Medusa and the remains of their broken crew, and the ways they work to pick up the pieces. Muses great, grant me the ability to sing to you the hymn of Bite Into My Fury.

[LYRE MUSIC ENDS]

MEDUSA:

That’s everything on the gundecks. Time to take a look at the engines.

ECHO:

Are you sure you would like to proceed with this action? It is not recommended that crew members perform maintenance when tired or in emotional distress.

MEDUSA:

I’ve been doing fine so far, haven’t I?

ECHO:

Is there anything I can do to assist you?

MEDUSA:

Just help me get this done, all right?

ECHO:

Is there anything I can do to assist you?

MEDUSA:

Could you start the engine diagnostic?

ECHO:

What is the current status of your ankle? I am not a medic, but I can access first aid information and guide you through the process.

MEDUSA:

My ankle’s fine. I promise. Let’s just get this done. Please.

ECHO:

Affirmative. Beginning diagnostic for engines.

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

The way things are now, it’s easy to feel like a ghost. Like I don’t really exist, like everything else is running on a different plane, one I can’t touch. I run the zipper of my jacket up and down, up and down, just to hear the noise and feel the friction. My footsteps fall a little heavier than they need to, just to remind me that I’m still here.

ECHO:

Issues located in engine room: loose equipment in quadrant A. Recommended course of action: secure equipment and tighten screws. Issue: pipes in quadrant A weakened due to abnormal ship movement. Recommended course of action: reinforce pipes. Issue: malfunctioning heat sensor in quadrant C. Recommended course of action: reset sensor. No further issues detected.

MEDUSA:

Thanks, Echo. It shouldn’t be too hard, right?

ECHO:

Affirmative.

MEDUSA:

Let’s start with that sensor, then. I can work on quadrant A while it resets.

ECHO:

Recommended course of action: cut power to quadrant C. Doing otherwise may lead to negative consequences, including further ship damage, severe burns, and rocket fuel poisoning.

MEDUSA:

I’m doing it now. Thanks, Echo.

ECHO:

It is my job to assist and aid you in every way possible.

MEDUSA:

I know. You do a great job.

ECHO:

I am a series-four modified NYMPH-model artificial intelligence.

MEDUSA:

Yeah?

ECHO:

I am here to protect crew members. NYMPH models are designed with advanced communication. I am a series four modified NYMPH model artificial intelligence.

MEDUSA:

So you’re saying that maybe without the vocal block, this wouldn’t have…

ECHO:

I am unable to ascertain User: Medea’s location.

MEDUSA:

It’s not your fault, Echo. She left us. She decided to vanish without a word. That’s not on you.

ECHO:

Communication is recommended between all crew members for maximum effec—

MEDUSA:

Well, then, she should have communicated that she wanted to leave, instead of… This is a mess, Echo! I haven’t seen Atalanta in days, and I have no clue what to do, and we’re just stuck!

ECHO:

I am unsure of the optimal solution to this problem.

MEDUSA:

[SIGH] I’ve been trying to give her space. Let her work through it on her own while I do the same. But this isn’t working. We can’t live like this forever. Besides, who knows what Apollo’s doing with the FLCC? We can’t just keep sitting here, not talking to each other.

ECHO:

I am unsure of the optimal solution to this problem.

MEDUSA:

So am I, but we’ve got to do something. As soon as I finish with this, let’s find Atalanta. Maybe we can at least talk about it.

ECHO:

Thank you, User: Medusa.

MEDUSA:

You’re welcome, Echo. We’ll figure it out.

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

Atalanta isn’t in her room or the gym, leaving the cockpit as the only option. I think about asking Echo to let her know I’m coming. It would be polite. But if she’s been avoiding Echo, there’s every chance she’ll take the warning to disappear. She can’t do that. I need her here.

[MEDUSA’S THEME]

Andromeda called her family a home star. And when stars die, it’s catastrophic. Fire and flame, tendrils of energy whipping across the night. Impossible to miss, until, if it has sufficient mass, it implodes on itself and becomes a black hole. A tear in the sky, a void so powerful not even light can escape it. Somehow, Medea’s absence left no supernova in its wake. No explosion. She was just gone, and our home star collapsed. Black holes are terminal. They are the end, as far as we know, and we can’t find anything beyond them. But like Andromeda said before we rescued Orpheus, we’ve already survived so much together. I’ll just have to hope that there’s enough left in us for one more impossible thing.

[FOOTSTEPS. COCKPIT DOOR OPENS]

MEDUSA:

Atalanta?

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

Stars, she looks terrible. Dark shadows under her eyes, pants rumpled and short hair mussed. She’s slumped in the pilot’s chair, looking listlessly down at Colchis’s rocky surface. She turns around when I come in, though. Looking at me, even if the expression is completely hollow.

ATALANTA:

Medea was right about Absyrtus.

MEDUSA:

Yeah.

ATALANTA:

If I’d just listened to her… stars, why did I have to be so pigheaded? I told her we could be a team, and then I just ignored her, and now Apollo has the FLCC.

MEDUSA:

I know.

ATALANTA:

I was going to be a hero, you know? Do another great thing to send my name ringing through the stars. [SCOFF] Stupid. It’s been a decade since the Argonauts. My glory days are over, and if I’d just accepted that—

ECHO:

User: Atalanta. Communication is recommended between all crew members for maximum effectiveness. It has been 45 hours since you last spoke with another crewmate. It is recommended that you cease this course of action.

ATALANTA:

I know, Echo, it’s just… You were right, too. God, it was so obvious…

MEDUSA:

We’ve got to do something. We can’t just sit here.

ATALANTA:

What is there to do? This isn’t sneaking around backstage or flying into the edge of someone’s airspace. He’s an Olympian, and he’s decided he wants the FLCC. We can’t take him on directly.

MEDUSA:

I know that! I know that it’s hopeless, and that we already blew our chance, and that he’s almost certainly won. Look, that isn’t what I need from you, Atalanta. I need you to stand up with me and tell him that we aren’t going down without a fight. Everything he’s done… leaving Phineas on Salmydessus, destroying Daphne’s life, killing Asclepius, and now this– this isn’t okay.

ATALANTA:

Medusa, all of those people lost. Phineas is in exile, Daphne was offline for years, and Asclepius… them standing up to him didn’t do a thing.

MEDUSA:

I know that. That’s not what this is about. It’s about proving a point. He has all the money and power in the universe, but we need to show him that he can’t just… we need to show him that we’re going to fight back, rather than just worshipping the ground he walks on like the rest of the goddamn galaxy! Look, I spent years keeping my head down. Not fighting, because I didn’t deserve to, because I should be grateful for what I had, because it wasn’t worth the cost. I helped Athena build monsters, and gods only know what she’s going to do with them. I can’t do it again. I can’t hand another Olympian everything they need to destroy even more lives. Not without showing them exactly what I think of their plans.

ATALANTA:

That was different. You were a kid, it wasn’t your fault–

MEDUSA:

The people having all control of their bodies ripped from them don’t care!

ATALANTA:

Huh?

MEDUSA:

I told you we worked together on my cybernetics, right? Hell if I remember whose idea the electric defense was, but I was the one who worked out most of the logistics.

[FRANTIC BEEPING IN THE BACKGROUND]

And she loved it. When we finished with my systems, we started working with other applications of that concept. It would hypothetically be used for… for self-defense, or medicine, but… the issue was size and power. She wanted to create something that operated on the same principle, but on a much smaller scale. Something that could run on a mobile bot smaller than my hand, but with the same or greater output. I was confused, but I didn’t want to let her down. So I worked, and experimented, and tried to figure it out… and then I did. I made a prototype that weighed less than sixteen ounces and could generate up to 250 amps of electricity if needed, precisely controlled by an external host. It was supposed to be overkill. Do you know how much electricity it takes to kill a person? A lot less than that, but I didn’t know that at the time.

I found where they were being tested. On human subjects. Spidery little bots crawling onto people without them noticing and releasing a controlled pulse of electricity… usually not enough to kill. Usually worse.

And then Athena found me snooping, and then I ran away and left it all behind, and she has her new nightmare, because I built it for her, and then let her have it.

ATALANTA:

…wow.

MEDUSA:

Look, I’m not telling you this to try to prove I’m a monster or to make you feel sorry or whatever. I’m telling you this because I need you to understand why I can’t stand by and let Apollo take the FLCC consequence-free. Why I can’t let another Olympian—

ATALANTA:

I don’t want to just let it go, either, but I can’t risk making things worse. And more than that, I want to keep you safe. After everything… it’s the least I can offer.

MEDUSA:

We aren’t safe. We’ve never been safe, either of us. This isn’t going to disappear if we slink away, and the Olympians won’t forget about us and leave us alone. You wanted to be a hero, Atalanta, and this is what that is. Not running around with Jason and his cronies, this. It isn’t safe, or easy, or maybe even possible, but stars, are we going to give them something to remember!

ATALANTA:

Echo?

ECHO:

Thank you, User Medusa.

ATALANTA:

This is what you want?

ECHO:

Unlawful harassment, murder, and larceny is an offense punishable in twelve different systems. Present dangers include: Phoebus Apollo. It is my job to protect the crew in any way possible.

MEDUSA:

I need to do this.

[ATALANTA LETS OUT A SHAKY BREATH]

ATALANTA:

Right. We need a plan, then. We’ll need to get back to Delphi, first. Apollo’s ship left yesterday. And then… I mean, we don’t really have another option other than to steal it again, right? There’s no way he’s going to willingly part with it. Do you think he’s changed security since we snuck in at the Pythian Cup?

MEDUSA:

I don’t think he’s going to keep it there. He’ll probably license anything he makes from it under Nomios Pharmaceuticals, so it’s more likely to be stored at their headquarters.

ECHO:

Now searching: Nomios Pharmaceuticals headquarters. Suggested result: Nomios Labs, Delphi.

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

It feels good to launch into planning after the days of shock and stillness. I stoke that little ember of fury I’ve kept in my chest since we realized that escape pod was missing, since Apollo first walked into that throne room, and I let it grow brighter and hotter, burning the lingering fear away. It will come back, and in the days it takes us to travel to Delphi I know I’ll think of a thousand ways this could kill us. But for now? For now, I bite into my fury and let myself burn.

ATALANTA:

Could we break into the lab the same way we did the factory on Delos? Just pretend to be workers and walk in?

MEDUSA:

Maybe? These are higher-level positions, though. A lot more visible, and with a lot more security. I’d have to look at the specifics. Honestly, a lot depends on the specifics. We need to look at what we’re really dealing with to know what we need to do.

ECHO:

Crew members should be allowed to rest when necessary. To ensure the greatest chance of success, it is important to rest beforehand. All crew members should maintain proper nutrition and hygiene.

MEDUSA:

She kind of has a point, Atalanta. You look a little dead. [SMALL LAUGH]

ATALANTA:

Gee, thanks. Yeah. I could use a shower and a proper rest.

MEDUSA:

Do that. I need some time to research anyways. I’ll meet you tomorrow morning, and we can make a plan then.

ATALANTA:

Will do.

And… thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there the last few days. I’ll do some research too, all right?

MEDUSA:

Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow.

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

After hours spent poring over as much data as I can find– about Delphi, about Nomios, about standard lab security procedures– I’m lost. I have no way to integrate the various pieces of information. Like all buildings on Delphi, Nomios Labs is part of a sprawling network floating above the gas that makes up the planet. Most medical research laboratories use a combination of passcodes, human or bot security officers, and biometric recognition to prevent break-ins. But I don’t know how the building is laid out, or which programs they’re using, or even where the FLCC would be stored within the building. Nothing like the well-oiled plan Andromeda gave us on Delos. Nothing with even the slightest chance of causing even an annoyance. By the time I walk into the cockpit the next morning, I’m half-considering whether Atalanta was right before. I can’t stand still and let this happen. But I have no idea what to do about it.

ATALANTA:

Hey, Dusa. Found anything?

MEDUSA:

Barely. Not enough to form a plan.

ATALANTA:

Same on my end. Though I guess we should have expected for there to not be much information floating around on top-secret Olympian laboratories.

MEDUSA:

If I could even find out what software they’re running their security on, that would help. I can’t plan a way to take down any conceivable system, and… ugh!

ATALANTA:

I’m guessing it’s not as simple as looking for the same system the Pythian cup tickets ran on?

MEDUSA:

No. That was a third-party booking service, ugh. It’s standard across most public OlympusCorp events, but that company doesn’t do anything with security.

ATALANTA:

Right. What about… what about Daphne?

MEDUSA:

What about her?

ATALANTA:

She worked under Apollo. Different branch, but still. With all the logistics she would have been dealing with, she’s got to know something about the systems, right?

MEDUSA:

If she’s willing to help. I don’t want to just put that on her.

ATALANTA:

Of course not. But we could ask. So long as you think she’d be okay with it.

ECHO:

Would you like me to contact User: Daphne?

MEDUSA:

I don’t see any other option but to ask. [SIGH] Go ahead, Echo.

ECHO:

Now accessing the galactic weave. Sending chat request to User: Daphne.

[CHIME]

ECHO:

User: Daphne is now online.

[BEEPING IN THE BACKGROUND FROM THE CHAT]

MEDUSA:

That screen is really small.

ATALANTA:

I’ll read what she says out loud.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Hi! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.

MEDUSA:

Hi, Daphne. How are you?

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] I’m… really great, actually. On the weave, I can contact pretty much anyone in the galaxy. I’ve been in touch with some old friends from the vidstream, and it’s been really nice to catch up. I’m actually thinking about getting a body and redownloading myself to help with a documentary project on Crete— [STOPS READING] Oh, nice!

MEDUSA:

That’s great! Do you need help finding a body or anything?

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] They’re going to help me get everything lined up, but thank you. How are things on your end?

ECHO:

The crew has a request for you. You are not required to answer questions we ask you.

ATALANTA:

She says… [READING AS DAPHNE] Okay?

ATALANTA:

We’ve got a little bit of a situation involving Apollo, and we need to break into Nomios Labs. If you’re alright saying, do you know anything about the kind of security he uses?

ATALANTA:

She says… [READING AS DAPHNE] What kind of situation?

MEDUSA:

I mentioned before that we were looking for the FLCC, right?

ATALANTA:

Oh, uh— [READING AS DAPHNE] Oh, that’s what that was?

[READING AS DAPHNE] Damn, sorry, I didn’t mean– I have access to a lot of data here. News broke the other day about Apollo launching some big thing next week. If he beat you to the FLCC, that would explain it.

MEDUSA:

That’s not… exactly what happened.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] What did happen?

ATALANTA:

[SIGH] Long story short, my… employer… hid some key details about the job from me. We found the FLCC and handed it over before realizing that Apollo had commissioned the quest.

ATALANTA:

She says, [READING AS DAPHNE] Oh.

MEDUSA:

We’re trying to get it back, but between everything else and being down a crew member, we’re a little lost.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] What happ…

She’s asking what happened to Medea.

ATALANTA:

Medea guessed what was happening before we did. She left.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Oh. I’m sorry.

ATALANTA:

Hey, it’s my own fault. Nothing to do about it now but try to get the FLCC back.

ATALANTA:

She asks if we need help.

MEDUSA:

We’d appreciate anything you’re able to do, but we know it’s a big ask.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] No, actually, I’m really happy you asked me. It’s been a while since that bastard has faced any consequences. I’d love to help you screw him over.

ECHO:

Apollo is an Olympian. This action could have negative consequences if you choose to proceed.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] I know. It’s a risk I’m willing to take. It’s time someone stood up to him.

MEDUSA:

Thank you, Daphne. This means so much.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] What do you have so far?

MEDUSA:

Not a lot. Specific information about the lab is pretty hard to come by. We have some guesses and averages, but not much else.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] It’s been a few years, but when I was there there was a big hassle about switching over to Janus Solutions.

MEDUSA:

Oh, I’ve read about their tech! They run from a central hub across whatever network of organizations is using them, right? There were issues with the risk of people taking down entire cities’ systems.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Right. Until they closed pretty much any way to wirelessly access the system from the outside. Anyone who needed to work on the hardware or software had to be on-site, but it was more or less unhackable remotely. As I recall, that was a problem— the studio was having issues with their systems and there was a mix-up that meant no one could physically get to the system for a couple days.

ATALANTA:

Do you think you could do anything if we could get in?

MEDUSA:

Maybe? That kind of system is designed to be confusing. Without manuals or training, it would be hard to isolate the lab, and shutting everything down would draw too much attention.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Unless you accessed the energy readout records and found the area with patterns most consistent with a medical research lab’s needs.

MEDUSA:

Maybe… but that’s complicated data, and I don’t think I could memorize it beforehand, or parse it in the moment.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Could I coach you on the indicators? You don’t parse them all, just remember which signals you’re looking for.

MEDUSA:

That could work.

ATALANTA:

Daphne, what would it take to get to where you would need to be?

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Security around the hub is probably pretty intense. Every OlympusCorp building I saw on Delphi had a few armed security guards, plus heavy surveillance. I’m guessing it’ll be especially concentrated there.

MEDUSA:

Do you know where the hub is located?

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] Here, I’ll send you both the coordinates.

[MESSAGE PING]

MEDUSA:

Oh! So if we can slip in and out, it looks like it’s less than a block away from the lab. Everything’s concentrated in this area.

ATALANTA:

Well, if it’s all nearby, does that mean we could create some sort of distraction?

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] That seems risky.

MEDUSA:

Definitely. The only person who could do that is you, and I don’t want to leave you alone to deal with everyone. Besides, with everything so close, they can be back on post almost as soon as they realize it’s a diversion.

ECHO:

Recommended course of action: Check on the ventilation system.

MEDUSA:

That could work? Hang on.

[TYPING, BEEPS]

ATALANTA:

I thought you said it was unhackable.

MEDUSA:

The central security system is, from here. But I’m guessing building records are a lot less secure. Do that… and don’t you dare—here!

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] What did you find?

MEDUSA:

I think I’ve got the blueprints. Including details about the HVAC system—oh!

ATALANTA:

What?

MEDUSA:

It’s mostly obsolete, since they switched to a liquid-based cooling system a decade ago, but the vents were built with maximum airflow in mind. There’s a space under the floor for cooled air and cables, but it’s all connected through the vent system. That should be accessible.

ATALANTA:

So if you can get into the vents…

MEDUSA:

I could crawl through them and access the hub.

ATALANTA:

[READING AS DAPHNE] With the data indicators you need…

ATALANTA:

And me guarding your back.

MEDUSA:

We take down the lab’s systems, slip in there, and leave with the FLCC before anyone realizes anything’s wrong.

ATALANTA:

Echo, can you be ready to take us away at full speed?

ECHO:

Affirmative. User: Medusa’s repairs have returned the Argo to a state of optimal functioning.

[ARGO’S ENGINES RUMBLE AT FULL POWER]

ATALANTA:

We have a plan, then? How long will it take you to get to Delphi?

ECHO:

With the current ship trajectory, we should reach Delphi in: three days.

MEDUSA:

Three days, then.

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

Three days later, my chest tightens when Delphi comes into view. Last time we were here, we were looking for Asclepius. Last time we were here, we watched them die. It feels like lifetimes ago, but at the same time the sight of the planet brings that moment back in the same awful clarity it had the first time.

I shake my head like that will shake out the memories. It won’t, but it brings me back to myself. Reminds me why we’re here. I’m not going to let them have died for nothing.

ECHO:

Lowering landing gear.

ATALANTA:

You ready for this?

MEDUSA:

Definitely.

[FOOTSTEPS]

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

Like it was before, the city is bustling. It’s easy for Atalanta and I to dodge through the crowds unnoticed. We follow the flow of people into a building, and before I know it we’re in a back hallway lined with doors I assume are storage closets, with the vent cover pried away.

ATALANTA:

Are you ready? Remember the way?

MEDUSA:

Two lefts, a right, straight on, then another left.

MEDUSA:

Time to go.

[MEDUSA CRAWLS INTO A VENT, THEN STOPS]

MEDUSA:

Atalanta? Are you coming?

ATALANTA:

Um… no?

MEDUSA:

Why not?

ATALANTA:

This was the plan. I guard your back. I’ll keep them away from you until you finish.

MEDUSA:

You can’t just wait out here! You were supposed to guard my back from inside the hub.

ATALANTA:

You’ll be a lot safer this way.

MEDUSA:

Atalanta, you’re going to get caught.

ATALANTA:

I’ll figure it out. We don’t have time to argue, just go.

MEDUSA:

Don’t be stupid! We need to get—

SECURITY GUARD:

Hey!

MEDUSA:

Damn it! Atalanta, get in!

ATALANTA:

No time. We’ve got to run.

[MEDUSA EXITS THE VENT. FAST FOOTSTEPS]

SECURITY GUARD:

[INTO RADIO] Code 3438 in the first-floor hallway. Requesting immediate backup.

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

This is the hardest I’ve pushed myself since we found the FLCC the first time, and the ache in my ankle immediately flares, but we don’t have time. I desperately try to recall the floor plan of the building, remember where the nearest exit is.

MEDUSA:

Atalanta, this way!

ATALANTA:

I see the door!

MEDUSA:

Door! Go!

[VOICES FROM THE LOBBY]

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

Everyone in the lobby is too shocked to do much but stare as we tear through the room and out the door. It’s still crowded outside. There’s a chance we can lose them and get back to the Argo. Until we pivot around a corner and my ankle gives out under me.

[MEDUSA CRIES OUT IN PAIN]

ATALANTA:

Dusa!

MEDUSA:

I can’t get up!

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

Suddenly I regret waiting to let Medea examine my ankle, and not letting Echo help me with it. Stars, they’re going to drag me back to Athena, and this is how I’m going to face her. Not heroic or brave or even surrounded by my allies.

[RUNNING]

ATALANTA:

I’ve got you.

SECURITY GUARD:

Stop!

MEDUSA:

You can’t carry me all the way back to the Argo, Atalanta.

ATALANTA:

I sure can try, though.

MEDUSA:

Atalanta—

SECURITY GUARD:

Stop!

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

For a moment, my head spins, trying to figure out how the security guards got in front of us. Then I look back, and realize they didn’t. They just got backup.

SECURITY GUARD:

Just come quietly, you’re surrounded. Your accomplice is already injured. You can’t fight us without letting them go. If you come quietly, we can ensure your—

[DEAFENING CRASH. A ROAR]

[CROWD SCREAMS]

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

It’s hard to process the details of the thing that’s descended and landed on top of us. Iridescent blue-green scales, massive talons and four legs, tall enough and wide enough apart that even Atalanta can almost stand completely upright.

MEDEA:

Get on, you absolute moron!

ATALANTA:

What?

MEDEA:

We don’t have time, let’s go!

MEDUSA:

I’m injured!

MEDEA:

Right. Sweetie, love, can you help them?

[MUSIC BEGINS]

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

I scream as the thing—the dragon—reaches under itself at us. But its touch is… not gentle, quite, but friendly. It gently herds us out to its side, lowering a wing for us to climb up while snarling and snapping at anyone else who tries to get close. And there, on top of it…

ATALANTA:

Medea? You—how—

MEDEA:

Did you miss me?

ATALANTA:

Yes!

MEDEA:

Well, tell me about it later. You okay, Dusa?

MEDUSA:

Yeah, but how—you’re back!

MEDEA:

I’m aware. Hold on. Sweetie!

MEDUSA (NARRATION):

And without another word, the dragon tenses, crouches, and leaps into Delphi’s violet sky.

[ROAR]

TALESPINNER:

Khora Podcast is created and produced by Trenchcoat & Co. Productions.

This episode of Khora Podcast, Bite Into my Fury, featured Mq Quinlan as Atalanta, Kat Hawthorne as ECHO, Clary Cheung as Medusa, Kit MacNeil as Medea, Anjali Pasupathy as the security guard, Lauren Thompson as the Listener, and Hayan Lee as the Talespinner.

Khora’s music and sound design is done by the Khora Team. This episode was written by Kat Hawthorne and the Khora Crew. To find out more about all the wonderful people whose work goes into making this show possible, check out the shownotes below.

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