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Post by Vennel on Feb 23, 2017 5:12:14 GMT
[Thread Power Level: 34’614/138'455 | Weights in use]
It was nearly dusk, the Konatsian sun glowing ember red as it neared the horizon. It cast long shadows and pinkish hues of light dappling the ground as it poked its way around the buildings and canopies that covered the market street. And it was on this street that a new denizen of the desert world found herself on. She was getting odd glares from either side of the street as she passed, which made sense given their history with her people. The young woman was wearing her repaired saiyan armor, tail wrapped around her waist. She hadn’t gotten out and really taken in the sights, not that that was her reason for wandering about. No, this particular saiyan was trying to find a bar, or a pub, or even just a restaurant. She wasn’t ungrateful for Alaistair’s hospitality by any means. No, she enjoyed the creature comforts his establishment offered. Vennel just wanted to try what else the world had to offer. As far as she knew his wasn’t as good as he boasted, so it behooved her to investigate. Lucky for her, she didn’t have to look far. The sign of a place called Scum and Villainy Saloon came into view as the thirsty warrior gazed up toward it. She’d grin before pushing the double doors open, and approaching the nearest available bar seat to sit down at. If she’d thought people stared before, they certainly did now. Since her people had invaded before, and now the population found themselves wary at best of her kind, it was understandable. “ Hey barkeep, could I get a drink?” The bartender turned his head to look the woman over, revealing a cybernetic eye. The red glow of the eye looked her over. His gaze turned into a squinting glare, as he stepped over in front of Vennel. “ We don’t serve your kind.” It took her a minute to process the information, but it finally sank in. She was being denied service. She didn’t want to start a scene, but she also didn’t want to leave without a drink. She was about to say something when another patron grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked, causing her to turn and look at the man in the eyes. He was probably an inch or two taller than her, but he wasn’t built much like a fighter. Well, built wasn’t the best word. His body wasn’t built for fighting, but the mechanical prosthetic arms of his sure seemed to be. “ Hey, I don’t like you- my friend doesn't like you either.” Her eye twitched. He'd just pointed to the bar tender when he referenced a friend of his. If she had been in any other setting, at any other time, she wouldn’t have hesitated to just punch his block off right then and there. But she had to be on her best behavior, or else risk her current situation. “ Look, I don’t want any trouble.” “ No, but we do.” At those words, many of the bar’s patrons seemed to be getting riled up and irritated. Most of them standing, while staring daggers into the armor clad warrior. A few of them even looked like they could fight. Her scouter wasn’t reading any nominal power ratings, but her experience with Jarvis told her that scouters couldn’t read artificial energy. So it wouldn’t surprise her if she could find a decent fight here. But even still, she needed to think of something fast, because leaving probably wasn’t an option anymore. [ Jeane Aris ]
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Post by Jeane Aris on Feb 23, 2017 19:53:44 GMT
The base that SCAR used has long since grown quiet. The Chancellor, Breech, and NOXA had long since departed from the once bustling halls, leaving only Jeane. Even RED had left -- and she was the one he liked the most. Well, behind Breech, anyways. "So dull..." Jeane thought to himself as he leaned back in his chair, staring down at the blueprints he'd been drawing up. A plan that was a long ways off from fruition, yes. But a plan nonetheless. A penultimate machine, an eternal warrior to fight for SCAR. While Jeane couldn't do it, he could put his big brain to work and make one that could. Sleek in design and deceptively deadly, it suited Jeanes tastes perfectly. "Now, what to name you?" Jeane mumbled to himself. Of course a model number had already been designated to the yet-built creation, but it deserved more than that. This was going to be Jeanes masterpiece! He was going to give it the respect it deserved! Yes, it was going to be absolutely perfect.
That was, however, until Jeane realized something. He really sucked at naming things. Running a hand through his silver synthetic hair he groaned, before a holoscreen popped into existance in front of him. On it, it showed a rather unusual image -- a Saiyan woman appearing to walk into a bar of some sort. Jeane raised an eyebrow at this -- what was a Saiyan doing on Konats? Standing up from his chair, he closed the holoscreen, now knowing the exact coordinates of where the place was. He figured he should go see what was going on -- after all, the last Saiyan that had come here had come here with the intention of wasting the planet.
"I certainly hope this isn't going to end badly..."
Stepping outside of the Konats Castle, he blasted off into the air, making his way towards the city. He arrived within moments of course as it wasn't very far. His eyes began to glow as his internal scouter whirred to life, and he found several life forms inside. No doubt citizens of the city, though one power level stood out far from the rest. The Saiyaness, of course. While Jeane was nothing more than a small tadpole in terms of combat power compared to the mighty crashing wave she was, he still had a duty to do. Even if it that duty favored her at the moment.
Stepping inside, his boots clacked against the tiled floor of the establishment as he noticed the fight brewing. He opened his mouth slightly, before speaking. "That's enough." The agitated crowd would turn back to look at him, and they'd of course recognize him -- he'd given half the people in this room their enhancements in the first place. "Do you truly intend to waste the gifts we've given you on senseless battle? A shame. I'd rather not see the devices we gave you used for violence when they were intended to enhance your lives. The Saiyan hasn't yet done anything worthy to draw your ire -- save your fighting spirit for when it's truly needed."
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Post by Vennel on Feb 24, 2017 18:09:25 GMT
The menacing crowd seemed to only escalate as she didn’t immediately fight back. Perhaps the fact that she seemed to back down from their threats just egged them on further. She clenched her first in anticipation of a fight, as she locked eyes with the one nearest to her who’d taken his time to issue a threat rather than hit her. She swore she could almost hear her heart beat in her ears before an eerie silence fell over the room. The clicking and clacking of wood soled boots against tiled floor seemed to echo through the formerly lively bar. An effeminate individual had joined the fray, so to speak, but his weapon of choice wasn’t a conventional one, or even a real weapon at all. He spoke, and it seemed to disarm the crowd, much to Vennel’s surprise. Everyone’s attention turned to the newcomer, and so too did the saiyan warrior, who seemed to size him up. He didn’t seem particularly battle ready, but for all she knew, he boasted a power even higher than hers. But it seemed the one that initially insulted her seemed the most hesitant to stop his advances, as he turned to Vennel one last time and spat on the floor. But that seemed to be the last out of him, as he soon turned to find himself a seat and resume his merry-making. In fact, most of the saloon seemed to do the same, as they resumed their conversation, only the occasional disapproving glance seemed to be any remaining indication they had all at one point insinuated they wanted to fight. However, Vennel didn’t take kindly to be saved, as it felt like a blow to her pride. She turned her attention fully to the new comer. Her jaw clenched as she locked eyes with the…boy, or maybe it was a girl? At any rate, she couldn’t stand the idea of having someone swoop in and defuse the situation. It only really made her feel more powerless than she was already feeling. “ Listen, you! I- Ugh, whatever.” Even if she had her wounded pride, she still wasn’t so brainless as to be so disrespectful to him. She was trying to end the confrontation without a fight, but her words weren’t her strong suit. Not in this situation, anyways. And he had managed to do just that, so she probably should have been thanking him, though manners like that were far from in her wheel house. “ So, do you always stride about like that and come to the rescue of every alien to this world?” Her arms were crossed, the prospect of a drink was far from her grasp. Even if this crowd had been settled down, asking for a drink now would have just further irritated the patrons and proprietor. And she’d rather avoid starting a new fight, but her stance didn’t give that away. If anything, her stance indicated she was about to fight with the blue haired individual, though she didn’t intend to. Though, a fight was far from her intention. If anything, she was just a confrontational person by nature, and her body language usually gave that away. [ Jeane Aris ]
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Post by Jeane Aris on Feb 24, 2017 18:34:20 GMT
"Believe me." Jeane spoke, turning to the Saiyaness after the situation had been diffused. "It's not you who I was rescuing. If I allowed that fight to escalate I've no doubt you'd have killed everyone in this room." A bit blunt and potentially rude, perhaps. But it was true. Saiyans, especially pure-bloods, were a vicious, wrathful warrior species. Fighting, plundering, killing, it was all another day for them. Though this one... she seemed... different. At least for the moment. But the power hidden behind her lithe form was certainly something to not take lightly. Which was the main reason he'd come, as she didn't seem to want to fight right now.
In the back of his mind he wondered, what could've caused such a change? Saiyans didn't go down easily - they were stubborn like that. What could've caused her to not have already blasted everyone in the room?
Well, whatever the case, Jeane supposed she'd be welcome on Konats as long as she didn't cause any trouble. After all, Konatsians were generally a kind, accepting race. He studied er form, his eyes running up and down her, though not because he was physically attracted to her or anything like that -- he wasn't built with an understanding of the sexes in such a manner. Though he did take note of her body posture, and it was eerily similar to RED's own.
Were all women like that? Even if they're not Saiyans? Questions for later, he supposed.
"If I may ask," He began, looking Vennel back in the eyes again. "What brought you to Konats? Oh, pardon me, where are my manners?" He extended a hand, his lips curling up into a friendly smile as he offered a handshake towards the shorter female. "My name is Jeane Aris. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?"
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Post by Vennel on Feb 25, 2017 9:04:57 GMT
Tch. What, was he buttering her up? She knew she was probably stronger. It was the surrounding fall out she couldn’t deal with. While she was hardly liked in her home system, given Zucceta’s little propaganda mill following her ascension, she still had a semblance of compassion for her people. And from what she’d heard from Plato and Alaistair, her actions here would have long standing effects. So she couldn’t really afford to do any damage. Yet this… person, was talking to her as if he were oblivious to all that. Her posture switched from leaning into one hip into the other. She caught him checking her out, though it wasn’t the usual lust-filled gaze she was used to garnering back home. It was nothing new to her, but more it was the way he was doing it, that was new. It almost reminded her of Jarvis. He’d looked at her in much the same way, calculating, analytical. It was like they weren’t so much wanting to bed her, or even fight her, as they had some sort of deep rooted curiosity that they were trying to find an answer to- and were all the while stumped. Vennel cocked an eyebrow up as the individual began to speak again. It started with a simple question as to the nature of her presence on the desert world, but quickly back peddled into introductions. She held back a scoff at the notion of introductions as Jeane here attempted. This was the longest she’d spent outside of the Empire’s territory without trying to annihilate the local population, so many of the customs of the people here were foreign to her. And the idea of introducing yourself to someone, was odd. At least, the way these people did it. To her, introductions happened when you finished a fight, and when mutual respect had been earned, a name was given. But this… it was if they implicitly thrust respect upon both parties, assuming each would treat one another as equals. Which was ridiculous to the warrior. “ Firstly, I came here to get a drink, isn’t it obvious?” She then gestured behind her, to the rest of the establishment, quickly garnering some attention at a few of the more indignant patrons who were itching for a reason to pummel the woman. “ And secondly, you can call me Vee.” She didn’t feel comfortable giving her name out so soon. She had done so already with the first two she’d met on the planet, and she’d regretted it ever since. Not that she believed either would ever find use of her name, and even if they did, they likely wouldn’t dare try and hold it against her. But in her hunger and sleep deprived state, she was unable to think carefully and clearly. So in the mean time, she hoped the pseudonym would work. Whether he believed her or not, she wanted to get a drink, and if there wasn’t any here, mayhap he would know an alternative. “ So tell me, Jeane, since I can’t get a drink here, might you know of some place that might not be so… bothersome? I haven’t had anything to drink in a few standard hours, and I’m losing my buzz.” [ Jeane Aris]
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Post by Shemha on Mar 14, 2017 20:52:52 GMT
Vennel WC 1656 - 2981 PL earned. New Total - 157,281! Jeane Aris Let me know what you want if you return!
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