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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 4:45:59 GMT
Chellon sat in the cockpit of the Mock Turtle, setting the ship for auto-pilot with its destination ahead of them, though a good distance away. The North Capital was a good distance away, and though Chellon could set the ship to speed off faster toward the city, he set it to a slightly lower speed, as to allow him and his new acquaintance some time to get ready and review the mission details before arriving. Leaning back in the pilot's chair, Chellon went over what information he was given about the job, after being told it would be a pretty simple one for Zerori to do, even if she "Was the only one who could be trusted" to do it.
She was to find and kill off an alien who was visiting the Earth on vacation, but finding the alien and then getting past her guards was going to be the hard part. A small profile was given as well, that the alien was of a not very-well known race, and that she happened to be one of the major forces in the alien slave trade. She was short, blue, and had strange mental powers, but aside from that not much was known about the alien in question, or any more about her race. The most important of their mission was to find data on her trade routes and previous sales, due to a powerful influential alien had lost someone important to the slave trade and wanted the information found.
Shaking his head at the strangeness of the mission, Chellon withdrew his nanites and made his way through the small hallway and opened the door to the ship's Hold, climbing out and closing the door behind him. The Hold was big enough for maybe 8 people to stand spread out comfortably, with two couches that were set into the wall, and a single large table in front of one of the couches. The table itself had both a screen and a holographic projector, and it was currently projecting the mission details. After getting onto the ship, Chellon gave Zerori a brief tour of the ship, showing her the hallway that had his room on one side and two extra rooms on the other, plus what was the shower at the end of the hallway.
He didn't bother to see if she was in the room, and instead made his way to his room quickly and switched out of his exo-suit and sent it into a small chamber to be scrubbed clean of any sand that may have invaded its systems. As he floated as the nanite swarm, he quickly brought up a back-up suit, a simple humanoid form with no easily seen gender that was white as snow. Sliding into the suit and making some adjustments so it appeared male, Chellon looked at his appearance in a mirror for a moment, before giving the body more of an 'android' appearance, before putting on basic tan clothes and walking back out. "Hello again." He said, to Zerori, wherever she was at the moment, before taking a seat on the couch in front of the table.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2015 13:18:51 GMT
Inside the ship, Zerori had wasted no time informing her new partner of a mission that she had been eyeing ever since coming to this planet. Many believed that there s was a backwater planet, capable of only growing weak and useless races along with handful of nonspectacular animals. However, they were only half right and all wrong. Because the planet was always overlooked, it was perfect for any outlaw or mercenary to stay out of the way of galactic patrols. Not only that, humans were an appealing race - a species whom physical appearance improved over the course of their evolution. Due to being so weak, many were easily abducted and inducted into the slave trade. Zerori's being here was literally just waiting it out until a job - or the trader - came to her.
Luckily, she wouldn't be performing in this mission alone.
Using the time given to her by Chellon attending to himself, Zerori decided that she would also use the shows down the hall while she could. When she was finished, leaving her armor and spandex in the scrubber, she walked back into what she dubbed 'The Wreck Room' and flopped down the couch. The coolness of the other worldly leather made her sigh as it chilled her skin. Oh... She might need to put on clothes. The only actual 'articles' she bared were the weights she washed and dried before putting back on. Training didn't end when one was clean!
With a sad sigh, she looked around to look for any kind of cloth or blanket to cover herself with. When the door opened to reveal a person of a different appearance, she jumped to her feet in alertness. "Identify yourself," She demanded, having never seen this man before... At least, she was pretty sure it was a man. Little hard to tell...
It couldn't have been Chellon, could it? He was much taller, she was sure of it! This ones height was dramatically decreased. However, if it truly was, then she would know based on his reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 1:53:30 GMT
He had walked right past her after she had jumped to her feet and demanded him to 'identify himself', ignoring her for the moment and resting on the couch. He looked at her and looked over her body, a grin rising to his face for a brief moment, before shaking his head and leaning back into the couch. "I don't need to identify myself in my own damn ship." He said, though without anger or force behind his words. He snapped his fingers and a drone came out and looked between the two of them. "Our guest needs some clothes, go get her one of the basic sets." He said, and the drone nodded and zoomed out of the room, as Chellon leaned forward and stole a quick look at her once more before looking at the table.
"Want something to eat? I've got a bit of dino meat still ready for cooking if ya want." Chellon said, a tad absent-minded, before scrolling through some of the information on the alien and the mission that they were taking. Looking back over at her, the drone had brought out a shirt and a pair of pants, though a bit large for Zerori, before zooming around the room to Chellon, who gave the drone a pat on the head before it vanished into one of the many hatches in the walls. "You certainly look pretty wild without your gear on, though whatever you have on now doesn't seem to soft to wear." He said, pulling up a panel from the floor and pressing a few buttons, making the screen on the table transfer the images and text to the middle of the room, including the possible floor-plan of where their target would be spending a bit of time.
"So do you know anything on this race? Anything at all?" He asked, looking over the image of the short, round alien with blue skin and a slightly large head, at least in comparison with her body. "Or her name at the very least?" Chellon asked, looking the alien over. A drone appeared and offer Zerori a bottle of water, before vanishing out of sight once again.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2015 12:50:41 GMT
The saiyaness seem to contemplate what he was saying as he plopped down on the couch and just stared at him for a few seconds, her expression unreadable. Finally, she just sat back down with her head slightly lowered, eying him suspiciously but responding with, "Oh..." She couldn't quite put her finger on it but to imagine this as the same person - maybe the armor was intentionally made to increase his size?
It didn't escape her notice how he seemed to keep looking her body over. Instead of shame and prudence, she expressed herself as she wished. As a saiyan, pride took the place of humility and as a demon, shame was easily overtaken by seduction. It was a one-two punch of self-confidence that added to her charisma (or what little she had of it)
Tch, what do I care?
When the drone returned with clothes, a very plain set but Zerori didn't mind in the least, she turned back to him with her eyes widened just a bit in surprise, prompting a very timely response from her stomach. Hey, she may have only been half, but a girl's gotta eat! "Hell yeah; don't bother cooking it, though. I can handle that myself," She waited impatiently for another robot to appear out of a wall, food in tote. As she waited, he started up a briefing by asking her questions about the target.
She took the image in hand before looking it over; immediately, bits and pieces of information were recalled to the forefront of her mind and she nodded once, "She's an Andorjin and very rare. Doing a bit of research, their people were nearly wiped out two centuries ago but a very powerful celestial phenomenon. The name of such phenomenon escapes me at the moment but legend has it that her species has survived by trying to imitate that monster," She grabbed the bottle of water and placed the image down, pouring it down her throat. With a gasp, she let out a sigh of relief before looking over at him.
"That Dino here yet, or-?" Midsentence, she watched a hatch open from above and a large chunk of meat was repelled from the ceiling to hang in front of her. Grinning, she licked her lips an reached for the meal... Only for it to be pulled just out of reach. Blinking, but not aware if the slight, she simply rubbed her eyes and blamed her depth perception for the blunder. Reaching again, she was unamused to once upon be just out of reach. Leaning back against the couch, she cooly glared at Chellon, "It's fucking with me..."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 2:49:42 GMT
Chellon raised an eye-brow at her slow reaction, getting a bit upset with how she was acting on his ship. Granted, he knew she was a bit of a rough one anyway, but something was wrong and it was annoying him somewhat. However, when she reacted to the bit about food, he couldn't help but laugh and pressed a few buttons, ordering up the food for her to eat. "The drones should get that out for you soon enough, and they'll bring out some of the raw meat to start out." Chellon said, before looking back at the image once more.
"Andorjin eh... I see... I think I remember a few planets talking about something like that... some claim it was an act of their respective deity, others thought they brought it upon themselves... even some planets were destroyed by it and some species thought that it'd happen to them as well..." Chellon said, rubbing his chin a bit, studying the image of the woman. "Imitating that Monster... I... wonder what that means..." He muttered to himself, rolling the image of the woman around a little bit before looking over at Zerori when she let out a sigh.
"There ya go, right on cue yeh?" He said with a grin before scrolling over the mission again, committing it to memory. He barely saw what happened out of the corner of his eye, but didn't think too much about it until he felt pressure on the couch. He turned to the woman as she spoke to him with a look in her eyes. Running a hand through his hair, Chellon slammed a hand on the table and the meat fell onto a small raised platform as the sound of frightened drones seemed to rustle through the ship. "Better?" He asked, before getting to his feet and turning toward Zerori.
He looked at the woman before spreading his arms wide. "Ok... ok I've noticed you eyeing me... what do you want? Is there something on my face? Do you not like my face? Seriously! First you freak out when I come out and then you just glare at me, what is wrong?" He asked, a little annoyed and figuring he might as well clear out the air now before he got pissed off or something worse happened. "Just... what the hell is up?" Chellon asked, rubbing his forehead a bit.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2015 20:09:16 GMT
She was just about to reach out and fry the little bastard with her food when Chellon slammed his fist against the table and the machine released the meat. Grabbing it before it hit the surface, she smiled appreciatively before raising it higher in the air. With her weights helping to keep her power in check (mostly) she flared her magic around and up her arm to start a slow cook before gradually increasing the temperature. As she did so, she responded to him with a very satisfied, ‘Very’ before she released her fire and brought the meat down to her mouth. Before she could get a bite, however, she watched as he turned to her and brought up a subject that seemed to have been bothering him.
With every spit-fired question, Zerori’s face would show a different expression; from surprise to amusement and then finally confusion. She glared at him? I must not have been paying attention to my reactions. She was just about to speak when another machine came out and started to try and take the meat from her and she just grabbed it and tossed it toward a corner of the room, “Damn things,” She hissed and turned to him, pointing the meat at his face, “Now listen – it’s not that I don’t like your new body or anything,” She started and quickly got to the point in case that phrase alone pissed him off, “-I’m not used to people changing their appearance, a’right!? It’s like, you were this… this tall thing in armor and now you’re smaller. I don’t think it’s bad, I’m just caught off guard; jeez…”
Slightly frustrated, she pulled the meat back to her face and opened her mouth and try and rip a big chunk off of its hind. It was tough but not tougher than the meet she’d eaten before – her fangs did most of the cutting and piercing for her. At she chewed, she muttered out loud enough for him to hear, “You haven’t even told me how you did it, so of course I’m gonna draw my own damn conclusions that you’re probably a weird species that changes form.” She playfully gave him a stink eye, “-as a matter o’ fact, how do I know y’ain’t the Andorjin herself, hm? Or… himself… Tch, whatever.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2015 4:59:10 GMT
Chellon rubbed the top of his head, then his face and looked at the woman. "Fine, lets make it better yeh? Let's fix that." He said, before his body seemed to grow to about the same size of what he was within the suit, minus a few inches, he looked at her. "There? Better? Does this appearance suit your tastes better?" Chellon said, before walking over to the drone in the corner and picking it up, giving it a look over before putting it into a slot in the wall where it was taken away.
He stood back up and looked at her once more, when she spoke moreso. "How I did it? You haven't figured it out yet? I'm an Android. I have different 'bodies' for different things." He said, before shaking his head and sitting down once more. "Hell, any other form's you'd rather see me in? Female? Beast? Saiyan?" He asked, before shaking his head again and leaning it back against the top of the couch, which was much easier for him to rest his head on now.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2015 14:41:03 GMT
Once again she was caught guard by how insulted he seemed to be, Was it really so rude...? It's not like I meant anything besides the fact that I've never seen it before. It's strange and I was makin- It hit her then why he seemed so passive aggressive about his appearance.
When he changed before her eyes, getting a little taller but just short of a couple inches, she tilted her head to one side and looked him over. It wasn't so much weird anymore as it was interesting and Zerori caught her self thinking of what other applications this ability had. Her thoughts returned to her realization and she laughed at his line of questioning, He really is self conscious of his appearance. I wonder how often he's gotten a less than stellar reaction from someone he showed this to?
Keeping silent no longer, she shook her and leaned towards him to murmur softly, "I think I'd prefer you a little...'bulkier', but not a saiyan. Let's just say, I'd like to avoid 'traditional' mating partners." After hopefully cheer u him up, she got back to her feet and took the data pad back in hand, "C'mon, we still have to figure out how to find her. My suggestion is that one of us pretend to be captured as slave and the other keep track of their location before hopefully it leads us to her," Finishing her mouthful, she looked over at him expectantly, "Whatchu got?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 20:08:34 GMT
((When you've got more time to post, lemme know! We can have another meet up and have them discuss how they captured the feisty shape shifter xD))
[Exit]
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Post by Pah'mazhan on Jul 2, 2015 15:02:06 GMT
Chellon, tell me what you want!
Zerori, you typed 1431 words and you will be rewarded with 2875 Power Level!
(90,548) + (2875) = (93,423)
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