Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 7:26:33 GMT
((Times 40 gravity, use heavy weights gain please.))
Okay, so she was trapped on the bridge of a new ship she’d bought from Denizen – a man whom she’d recently decided was truth worthy enough to buy a ship from – with a killer hologram and no she was unable to escape. The reason why she could not use her wind step?
Warning. Life Support systems have failed, oxygen vent is at sixty percent and lowering. Oxygen will be depleted from the room completely in approximately two minutes, thirty seconds.
And now, she couldn’t breathe. Gasping, she brought a hand to her throat in an attempt to open it up. Though it was in vain, she felt more surely that if she could just somehow shut off whatever brought him here, she could bring it back in less than two minutes – and hopefully not pass out from oxygen deprivation. It was a risk that she had no choice but to take.
By this time, he had placed his foot back on the ground and Zerori knew that whatever quick death he had in mind for her had quickly been disregarded for the slow one he was sure she would experience. This bastard is obviously sadistic enough to do it, She noted with distaste as she tried to back away more from him. He didn’t move anything more than his neck as he kept his eye on her. She needed to come up with a plan: A way to shut down everything that controlled the ship and it was somewhere here!
Cerulean hues scanned the room quickly, making very brief notes of the purpose of each console. It was when she laid eyes on the main one by the captain’s chair that she recalled what Denizen had said. The captain has full control of the ship. The only stipulation is that you’d have to constantly use it to maintain all the system. To shut him down, all she had to do was shut everything down that console.
But can I do it with barely any breath? She thought critically before deciding with a glance towards the hologram – she had to take the risk. With a few final shallow breaths, she clenched her fists and pushed off of the floor. Just as she thought, he kept his head trained on her as she dashed toward the console and next to the chair and pressed against the opening. It flipped and shone to life, giving her a minor greeting. When she keyed in a couple of commands she received the same prompt as before, asking for clearance.
“What are you planning?” EMR questioned, at her side suddenly and nearly causing Zerori to input the wrong code. Hacking this was more important than getting distracted and losing air. As she almost finished the command to throw a fail-safe loop through the holographic systems, he asked once more, “What are you planning?”
This time, as she felt the darkness pool into her vision and the computer beep one last time the remaining oxygen, she barely got out in a rasp, “Sleepy time…” And with a final push of a button, the command threw all the system in a tizzy and she looked over as she sat down to see his body start to break up. He looked at himself as he nearly fragmented entirely before he looked back at her and disappeared. He was finally gone…
However, victory felt quite stale as her vision darkened to the point where she could no longer feel her body. Sagging against the chair, her head roiled to the side and once more – she was lost to the darkness.
..
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She didn’t know how long she’d been out, for the… 2nd time today, but when she awoke she was surprised to find that everything seemed to be back to normal. All except for her body that was, but that just meant that she didn’t suffer a terrible dream. Sitting in the chair, her head moved from the lolled position and she groaned at the pain that jolted up and down her spine. “Wow, that fucking hurts…” She hissed and moved an arm up to rub the back of her neck. Though it was tense and had bruises that hurt to touch on either side, her neck wasn’t in any major danger.
Small blessings, at least. Getting up, she realized the gravity had returned to normal as well. When she got to her feet, pain shooting up her legs from the lack of adrenaline that fueled her before she passed out, she called out to the computer. “Computer, ah fuck. Erm… tell me the last ten fluctuations of gravity that the ship experienced.”
On key, the computer responded. The last ten instances of changed to gravity controls were as such. Thirty point five zero, thirty point four one, thirty point seven nine, thirty point nine nine, forty point four four, forty point two five-
“What? Are you tell me that in that few hours, I’ve been surviving at time forty earth normal gravity?! Under what command was this issued?!” She was incredulous. How in the hell did she survive this?
The command codes were placed into the gravity system by the Emergency Medical Reaction Program approximately four point three five hours ago. Various minimal fluctuations have since occurred until this moment. Zerori closed her eyes, letting out a sigh that seemed to drag out from her very soul. It hurt, this pain but she had to fight through it. Walking from the chair toward a room she knew was the office equivalent (she was just going to call it her office) – she slowly opened the door and walked inside.
As she dragged her legs across the floor, the only thing on her mind merely a couple feet away, she casually grabbed a wall and started to strip her clothing. She was sweaty, bloody and she had no idea what could happen at any moment. If she was going to go through this hell any longer, she wanted to be a bit fresher than the death she felt like. When she was finally down to nothing, she stepped into the shower and leaned against the cubicle. “On. Hot,” She demanded, her voice very tired and her eyes closing shut. Within seconds, her body dripped with water that nearly scalded her skin but felt amazing at the same time.
When the water hit a particularly painful spot on her neck, she winced and groaned at the throbbing pain, “Last time I let a hologram touch me…” She muttered and rolled her shoulders.
After a good hour of the hot water, soap and shampoo that she found in the cubicle, she was alive, clean and ready to face danger once more. She’d called out of the computer while showering to define their current location, being given the response afterwards that they were trapped within the safe zone of a nebula that messed with the systems earlier. So if she wanted to get out, she needed to be smart about how to do it. If I decide to cruise out of here, I may not survive another encounter with that fake bastard if the gravity is cranked to the highest setting. Fuck living at the point, even…
So she planned. Being in the safe zone meant that everything was back to it original programming so she could at least use the facilities properly. Being alone on a ship as big as this one, even if it was dangerous, she felt a twinge of loneliness as she left the room and continued into the opposite one. There were some clothes she’s atomized earlier that were similar but not exactly like her clothes. She’d wanted something to add to her style besides the pants and armor. So, she decided a technologically smarter substitute would do. Picking up her new duds, she put her spandex on that reminded her of home, followed by her boots that she made certain could handle most temperatures and impacts. Then the armor over the sports under armor and sleeve she picked out. Above the sleeve was a piece of equipment she dubbed ‘Memory’ and with the holographic technology of the ship, she intended to break down her weapons and materialize them in her hand.
She’d heard from her mother that there were being known as Majins would could materialize physical objects using magic. Magic that both Majins and her species could access. However, since these beings were made from a higher concentrated magic than demons (I.e: Their creator from long, long into the ages) they could manipulate it their advantage better.
As she stared at the piece of equipment, slightly modified but not yet complete for testing and conversion-ready for her power, she thought back to what her mother told her. It was a brief conversation, but it stuck out in mind as the solitary reason she decided to learn about her demonic heritage – despite her mother being her most hated enemy.
..
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The eve of night was upon them, twilight hovering in the dusky red skies of Vegeta as Zerori looked over her planet from the distance of the mountains seen across from the Cacumber City. It was three years after her self-induced exile from her home planet and she’d decided to meander the land a while to clear her head. She’d contemplated – at this point in her life – if she should return to try and become one of her people again. However, upon listening to some of the local encrypted feeds on Vegeta – it was hardly a good idea. Merely three months before hand, her mother had fought a strange woman whom had ice powers and was revealed to all of her people that she was most certainly not a saiyan.
Since Zerori was related to her… it was now no secret to the public that Zerori was a half breed; a hardly talked about matter, now made scandalous and grossly open to the public. Some even celebrated her self-induced exile since many knew she’d left of her own accord before, calling her less than saiyan and scum of the planet; the only good thing being that they never had to see her again.
As she sat on the ledge of the cliff side, undercurrent of winds blowing up from below as she breathed in the air, she realized with a cold sensation that she wasn’t alone. Turning to look behind her, it was no surprise to see her mother. However, even as she recognized her as such, her appearance was a completely different story. She was lithe and sexy, scantily clad in what looked like bones of her enemies with a very dainty sword held in her hand. Like a child, she played it with a grace that was not child-like but Zerori could only stare at her before looking back at the city.
“What do you want?”
“Dear child; you think me such a greedy person; can a mother not see her daughter?” Zerori rolled her eyes before turning back to her. The woman had floated casually over next to the saiyaness, gracefully sitting in a more refined posture as she looked across at the city Zerori did. She gave a sigh that immediately sounded half-hearted, “Such a shame I had to leave so soon…”
“If you hadn’t lied to everyone-” Zerori started, turning on the woman with fierceness she didn’t think she had.
Zinathra interrupted her, “-It would not have mattered. Saiyans only care for battle strength, which is not a lacking I have, but a being such as myself,” She grinned slyly, “-Has no need for pure power anymore. I was simply playing a role; one I shall miss.” Zerori turned away when she looked over at her.
“Tch,” She was angry. Betrayed; a mixture of emotions and none of them were positive. They all left Zerori feeling sick and broken inside, less than her true self. Which… what was her true self?
“You’re over thinking again…” She heard her mother say and Zerori ground her teeth together. She was doing it again…!
“About what?” She spat with angst and glared at her. She paused when Zinathra no longer had the grin on her face, no replaced by a very serious frown and a glare of equal or more powerful strength.
“I am not a fool, daughter. You think of the other part of yourself; the part I gave you from birth that this planet knows nothing of. You think… of your demon blood,” it was at this point that Zerori no longer held a glare up to her, but merely narrowed her eyes in confusion. The name – No – the implication of the word demon caused shivers to go up and down Zerori’s spine. She felt compelled to look away and lower her gaze. “Raise your head, Zerori…”
When she did so, she was surprised to see the smirk return, “So,” She started, clearing her throat before continued, “You’re a demon, huh? What’s so great about ‘em?”
“’Great’?” Zinathra chuckled, clearly amused by Zerori’s idea of her people already, “Nothing about them is ‘great’. We are beings like any other; or rather to say… they are.” Scrunching her face up in confusion, Zerori grimaced.
“You’re being cryptic.”
“And you’re closed minded,” She retorted, looking back over at the city as she seemed to have a melancholy expression, “Just like all of these infernal creatures, you’ve hung around them far too much. Only your father seemed to even try and understand,” Zerori couldn’t help herself, even as she knew her mother was thinking of him.
“He KNEW you were a demon?!” She snarled her voice louder than before as she turned completely to the woman beside her. Zinathra obviously expected this and didn’t bother to flinch or react in any way. Zerori, on the other hand, felt her ire reach nearly it’s peak at the lack of response, “He lied to me and kept this from me until he died?! I couldn’t give a fuck about how manipulative you were when you tried to be a saiyan,” The demoness looked over at Zerori and she could feel the heat of warning between them but didn’t stop, “-but that man was more than half the parent you ever were. How dare you…” She was practically shaking at this point, looking down at her clenched fist as blood trickled between the knuckles.
“Daughter,” She heard firmly addressed the Halfling and Zerori didn’t move to look at her. “Move your eyes… to mine,” Zinathra commanded. Like a spell had been cast, Zerori’s face gradually turned to look at her and the saiyaness could only stare at the woman’s expression of pure hatred as she gazed into her eyes. “You’re father was a foolish saiyan whom was promised to me for one reason, and one reason alone.” She leaned forward, “-My desire for a daughter. You are my greatest creation… A being created from the most powerful fighters in the universe…” She paused, as if created a dramatic opening for Zerori to wait for before letting the bomb drop.
“And a Demoness of the Highest Power in Makai.”
It took a few moments, unable to move from the seemingly invisible grip Zinathra had on Zerori before she asked the question, “What is that, even?” When she received another grin in response, her laughter amused and light hearted, the demoness could only shake her head.
“It’s incomprehensible for you right now, so saiyan that you are, but I am certain you will come to understand what that means. Just know, dear daughter that you were born from power. Great power. What you do to grow that, is your life and destiny; your fate, however – is mine to control. Be it life or death; you will never escape me or the protection of your demon blood.”
After a tense few seconds, Zerori could only shudder and roll her eyes, “That’s creepy as fuck.”
Zinathra, off put, released her magic from her daughter before crossing her arms with a pout, “And you are just far too vulgar for this blood…”
Not willing to miss a beat, Zerori shrugged and turned back to the city, “Must be my saiyan side…”
“Clearly,” Zinathra responded, a slight smile on her face as they shared a very brief moment before the demoness stood upon her feet in a very fluid motion. She gazed at her daughter before turning away, “You will gain power and grow, my daughter that is assured. Grow wise… for me?” She left to Zerori before raised and hand and opened a portal. Zerori watched as she did so before Zinathra disappeared with a final grin.
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Zerori looked over the piece one last time before slipping it on and then taking the last piece of her clothing. They were two gloves that were colored to look like the fire she used but aside from the attempt at aesthetic – they were completely fire proof. She burned herself quite often with her own fire when she didn’t focus and these gloves, although not entirely based on the magic she could manipulate, could harness some of the power to amplify it. She just needed to practice their use.
Fully dressed, and now ready to fight, she left the room to take the lift back down. It was time to face EMR once more, hopefully in a better state than he was in before she had her ass nearly handed to her by him. Once the lift ended its descent and she started her walk back towards the room, she quickly checked mentally that she could use her skills. She’d slid the combat knife she wore into her boot; her magic was working perfectly and the weights were washed appropriately.
She stopped at the door, sweat gathering at her brow prematurely as she expected to be attacked nearly immediately once she hoped this door… He was supposed to stay here, but somehow he could project on the bridge. He could project anywhere, then, right? She mused before she swallowed, needing to act now before she lost her nerve.
Pressing the panel at the side, the door slid open and Zerori dived in and rolled to her feet. Pulling an arm back, she was prepared to throw a fireball at anything that moved.
Luckily for anything… nothing was there. He wasn’t here, plotting or waiting to kill her like he revealed his programming to be. Heart still beating fast, she got to her feet and looked around. It was true… he wasn’t here. Or rather to say, he wasn’t online. “I could… always activate him…” She mused, bringing a hand to her chin and holding it there as she thought. For a moment, it was a tough decision to make. It wasn’t until she realized she would still need the help to return that she needed to take them dive and do it.
“Computer, activate EMR,” She commanded, her voice wilting a bit but she quickly cleared her throat when he materialized. Just like before, he looked at her and spoke.
“How can I be of assistance?” He asked, his voice still quite robotic. With a grimace, she looked him before she finally gave a sigh.
“I need you to help me get this ship back home… to Earth,” It felt wrong to ask him for help, a hologram that nearly killed her. However, given that she didn’t want to repeat the same mistake before, she needed to make some very desperate decisions.
He tilted his head, “Do you not have the command and engineering expertise to command this ships’ navigation to sector 001? Have you boarded this ship illegally?” Every moment felt like his questions were more and more hostile until Zerori yelled out.
“No, I bought this ship fairly and something is wrong outside! Jeez, read the damn mood, you piece of-!” Flaring with heat, she growled softly and took a deep breathing, giving a sigh. “I need you… to protect this ship… from the ailments of a nebula that nearly tore this ship apart before…” She narrowed her eyes at him, “Can you do that?”
For a few moments, she was sure he would say ‘no’ and she’d be stuck here until she auto-piloted the ship home while hiding in a maintenance tube for hours. That was until he said, “It is simple, so I shall assist you,” He turned and walked over to a console, and quickly started typing in commands. In a few moments, the ship was in motion and he turned to her to explain, “I have raised the ships ship matrix and activated the sonic drive. We shall arrive at Earth in one point three minutes,” he raised his head, “Do you require anymore assistance?”
And just like that… Zerori would hate this machine...
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Okay, so she was trapped on the bridge of a new ship she’d bought from Denizen – a man whom she’d recently decided was truth worthy enough to buy a ship from – with a killer hologram and no she was unable to escape. The reason why she could not use her wind step?
Warning. Life Support systems have failed, oxygen vent is at sixty percent and lowering. Oxygen will be depleted from the room completely in approximately two minutes, thirty seconds.
And now, she couldn’t breathe. Gasping, she brought a hand to her throat in an attempt to open it up. Though it was in vain, she felt more surely that if she could just somehow shut off whatever brought him here, she could bring it back in less than two minutes – and hopefully not pass out from oxygen deprivation. It was a risk that she had no choice but to take.
By this time, he had placed his foot back on the ground and Zerori knew that whatever quick death he had in mind for her had quickly been disregarded for the slow one he was sure she would experience. This bastard is obviously sadistic enough to do it, She noted with distaste as she tried to back away more from him. He didn’t move anything more than his neck as he kept his eye on her. She needed to come up with a plan: A way to shut down everything that controlled the ship and it was somewhere here!
Cerulean hues scanned the room quickly, making very brief notes of the purpose of each console. It was when she laid eyes on the main one by the captain’s chair that she recalled what Denizen had said. The captain has full control of the ship. The only stipulation is that you’d have to constantly use it to maintain all the system. To shut him down, all she had to do was shut everything down that console.
But can I do it with barely any breath? She thought critically before deciding with a glance towards the hologram – she had to take the risk. With a few final shallow breaths, she clenched her fists and pushed off of the floor. Just as she thought, he kept his head trained on her as she dashed toward the console and next to the chair and pressed against the opening. It flipped and shone to life, giving her a minor greeting. When she keyed in a couple of commands she received the same prompt as before, asking for clearance.
“What are you planning?” EMR questioned, at her side suddenly and nearly causing Zerori to input the wrong code. Hacking this was more important than getting distracted and losing air. As she almost finished the command to throw a fail-safe loop through the holographic systems, he asked once more, “What are you planning?”
This time, as she felt the darkness pool into her vision and the computer beep one last time the remaining oxygen, she barely got out in a rasp, “Sleepy time…” And with a final push of a button, the command threw all the system in a tizzy and she looked over as she sat down to see his body start to break up. He looked at himself as he nearly fragmented entirely before he looked back at her and disappeared. He was finally gone…
However, victory felt quite stale as her vision darkened to the point where she could no longer feel her body. Sagging against the chair, her head roiled to the side and once more – she was lost to the darkness.
..
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She didn’t know how long she’d been out, for the… 2nd time today, but when she awoke she was surprised to find that everything seemed to be back to normal. All except for her body that was, but that just meant that she didn’t suffer a terrible dream. Sitting in the chair, her head moved from the lolled position and she groaned at the pain that jolted up and down her spine. “Wow, that fucking hurts…” She hissed and moved an arm up to rub the back of her neck. Though it was tense and had bruises that hurt to touch on either side, her neck wasn’t in any major danger.
Small blessings, at least. Getting up, she realized the gravity had returned to normal as well. When she got to her feet, pain shooting up her legs from the lack of adrenaline that fueled her before she passed out, she called out to the computer. “Computer, ah fuck. Erm… tell me the last ten fluctuations of gravity that the ship experienced.”
On key, the computer responded. The last ten instances of changed to gravity controls were as such. Thirty point five zero, thirty point four one, thirty point seven nine, thirty point nine nine, forty point four four, forty point two five-
“What? Are you tell me that in that few hours, I’ve been surviving at time forty earth normal gravity?! Under what command was this issued?!” She was incredulous. How in the hell did she survive this?
The command codes were placed into the gravity system by the Emergency Medical Reaction Program approximately four point three five hours ago. Various minimal fluctuations have since occurred until this moment. Zerori closed her eyes, letting out a sigh that seemed to drag out from her very soul. It hurt, this pain but she had to fight through it. Walking from the chair toward a room she knew was the office equivalent (she was just going to call it her office) – she slowly opened the door and walked inside.
As she dragged her legs across the floor, the only thing on her mind merely a couple feet away, she casually grabbed a wall and started to strip her clothing. She was sweaty, bloody and she had no idea what could happen at any moment. If she was going to go through this hell any longer, she wanted to be a bit fresher than the death she felt like. When she was finally down to nothing, she stepped into the shower and leaned against the cubicle. “On. Hot,” She demanded, her voice very tired and her eyes closing shut. Within seconds, her body dripped with water that nearly scalded her skin but felt amazing at the same time.
When the water hit a particularly painful spot on her neck, she winced and groaned at the throbbing pain, “Last time I let a hologram touch me…” She muttered and rolled her shoulders.
After a good hour of the hot water, soap and shampoo that she found in the cubicle, she was alive, clean and ready to face danger once more. She’d called out of the computer while showering to define their current location, being given the response afterwards that they were trapped within the safe zone of a nebula that messed with the systems earlier. So if she wanted to get out, she needed to be smart about how to do it. If I decide to cruise out of here, I may not survive another encounter with that fake bastard if the gravity is cranked to the highest setting. Fuck living at the point, even…
So she planned. Being in the safe zone meant that everything was back to it original programming so she could at least use the facilities properly. Being alone on a ship as big as this one, even if it was dangerous, she felt a twinge of loneliness as she left the room and continued into the opposite one. There were some clothes she’s atomized earlier that were similar but not exactly like her clothes. She’d wanted something to add to her style besides the pants and armor. So, she decided a technologically smarter substitute would do. Picking up her new duds, she put her spandex on that reminded her of home, followed by her boots that she made certain could handle most temperatures and impacts. Then the armor over the sports under armor and sleeve she picked out. Above the sleeve was a piece of equipment she dubbed ‘Memory’ and with the holographic technology of the ship, she intended to break down her weapons and materialize them in her hand.
She’d heard from her mother that there were being known as Majins would could materialize physical objects using magic. Magic that both Majins and her species could access. However, since these beings were made from a higher concentrated magic than demons (I.e: Their creator from long, long into the ages) they could manipulate it their advantage better.
As she stared at the piece of equipment, slightly modified but not yet complete for testing and conversion-ready for her power, she thought back to what her mother told her. It was a brief conversation, but it stuck out in mind as the solitary reason she decided to learn about her demonic heritage – despite her mother being her most hated enemy.
..
.
The eve of night was upon them, twilight hovering in the dusky red skies of Vegeta as Zerori looked over her planet from the distance of the mountains seen across from the Cacumber City. It was three years after her self-induced exile from her home planet and she’d decided to meander the land a while to clear her head. She’d contemplated – at this point in her life – if she should return to try and become one of her people again. However, upon listening to some of the local encrypted feeds on Vegeta – it was hardly a good idea. Merely three months before hand, her mother had fought a strange woman whom had ice powers and was revealed to all of her people that she was most certainly not a saiyan.
Since Zerori was related to her… it was now no secret to the public that Zerori was a half breed; a hardly talked about matter, now made scandalous and grossly open to the public. Some even celebrated her self-induced exile since many knew she’d left of her own accord before, calling her less than saiyan and scum of the planet; the only good thing being that they never had to see her again.
As she sat on the ledge of the cliff side, undercurrent of winds blowing up from below as she breathed in the air, she realized with a cold sensation that she wasn’t alone. Turning to look behind her, it was no surprise to see her mother. However, even as she recognized her as such, her appearance was a completely different story. She was lithe and sexy, scantily clad in what looked like bones of her enemies with a very dainty sword held in her hand. Like a child, she played it with a grace that was not child-like but Zerori could only stare at her before looking back at the city.
“What do you want?”
“Dear child; you think me such a greedy person; can a mother not see her daughter?” Zerori rolled her eyes before turning back to her. The woman had floated casually over next to the saiyaness, gracefully sitting in a more refined posture as she looked across at the city Zerori did. She gave a sigh that immediately sounded half-hearted, “Such a shame I had to leave so soon…”
“If you hadn’t lied to everyone-” Zerori started, turning on the woman with fierceness she didn’t think she had.
Zinathra interrupted her, “-It would not have mattered. Saiyans only care for battle strength, which is not a lacking I have, but a being such as myself,” She grinned slyly, “-Has no need for pure power anymore. I was simply playing a role; one I shall miss.” Zerori turned away when she looked over at her.
“Tch,” She was angry. Betrayed; a mixture of emotions and none of them were positive. They all left Zerori feeling sick and broken inside, less than her true self. Which… what was her true self?
“You’re over thinking again…” She heard her mother say and Zerori ground her teeth together. She was doing it again…!
“About what?” She spat with angst and glared at her. She paused when Zinathra no longer had the grin on her face, no replaced by a very serious frown and a glare of equal or more powerful strength.
“I am not a fool, daughter. You think of the other part of yourself; the part I gave you from birth that this planet knows nothing of. You think… of your demon blood,” it was at this point that Zerori no longer held a glare up to her, but merely narrowed her eyes in confusion. The name – No – the implication of the word demon caused shivers to go up and down Zerori’s spine. She felt compelled to look away and lower her gaze. “Raise your head, Zerori…”
When she did so, she was surprised to see the smirk return, “So,” She started, clearing her throat before continued, “You’re a demon, huh? What’s so great about ‘em?”
“’Great’?” Zinathra chuckled, clearly amused by Zerori’s idea of her people already, “Nothing about them is ‘great’. We are beings like any other; or rather to say… they are.” Scrunching her face up in confusion, Zerori grimaced.
“You’re being cryptic.”
“And you’re closed minded,” She retorted, looking back over at the city as she seemed to have a melancholy expression, “Just like all of these infernal creatures, you’ve hung around them far too much. Only your father seemed to even try and understand,” Zerori couldn’t help herself, even as she knew her mother was thinking of him.
“He KNEW you were a demon?!” She snarled her voice louder than before as she turned completely to the woman beside her. Zinathra obviously expected this and didn’t bother to flinch or react in any way. Zerori, on the other hand, felt her ire reach nearly it’s peak at the lack of response, “He lied to me and kept this from me until he died?! I couldn’t give a fuck about how manipulative you were when you tried to be a saiyan,” The demoness looked over at Zerori and she could feel the heat of warning between them but didn’t stop, “-but that man was more than half the parent you ever were. How dare you…” She was practically shaking at this point, looking down at her clenched fist as blood trickled between the knuckles.
“Daughter,” She heard firmly addressed the Halfling and Zerori didn’t move to look at her. “Move your eyes… to mine,” Zinathra commanded. Like a spell had been cast, Zerori’s face gradually turned to look at her and the saiyaness could only stare at the woman’s expression of pure hatred as she gazed into her eyes. “You’re father was a foolish saiyan whom was promised to me for one reason, and one reason alone.” She leaned forward, “-My desire for a daughter. You are my greatest creation… A being created from the most powerful fighters in the universe…” She paused, as if created a dramatic opening for Zerori to wait for before letting the bomb drop.
“And a Demoness of the Highest Power in Makai.”
It took a few moments, unable to move from the seemingly invisible grip Zinathra had on Zerori before she asked the question, “What is that, even?” When she received another grin in response, her laughter amused and light hearted, the demoness could only shake her head.
“It’s incomprehensible for you right now, so saiyan that you are, but I am certain you will come to understand what that means. Just know, dear daughter that you were born from power. Great power. What you do to grow that, is your life and destiny; your fate, however – is mine to control. Be it life or death; you will never escape me or the protection of your demon blood.”
After a tense few seconds, Zerori could only shudder and roll her eyes, “That’s creepy as fuck.”
Zinathra, off put, released her magic from her daughter before crossing her arms with a pout, “And you are just far too vulgar for this blood…”
Not willing to miss a beat, Zerori shrugged and turned back to the city, “Must be my saiyan side…”
“Clearly,” Zinathra responded, a slight smile on her face as they shared a very brief moment before the demoness stood upon her feet in a very fluid motion. She gazed at her daughter before turning away, “You will gain power and grow, my daughter that is assured. Grow wise… for me?” She left to Zerori before raised and hand and opened a portal. Zerori watched as she did so before Zinathra disappeared with a final grin.
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Zerori looked over the piece one last time before slipping it on and then taking the last piece of her clothing. They were two gloves that were colored to look like the fire she used but aside from the attempt at aesthetic – they were completely fire proof. She burned herself quite often with her own fire when she didn’t focus and these gloves, although not entirely based on the magic she could manipulate, could harness some of the power to amplify it. She just needed to practice their use.
Fully dressed, and now ready to fight, she left the room to take the lift back down. It was time to face EMR once more, hopefully in a better state than he was in before she had her ass nearly handed to her by him. Once the lift ended its descent and she started her walk back towards the room, she quickly checked mentally that she could use her skills. She’d slid the combat knife she wore into her boot; her magic was working perfectly and the weights were washed appropriately.
She stopped at the door, sweat gathering at her brow prematurely as she expected to be attacked nearly immediately once she hoped this door… He was supposed to stay here, but somehow he could project on the bridge. He could project anywhere, then, right? She mused before she swallowed, needing to act now before she lost her nerve.
Pressing the panel at the side, the door slid open and Zerori dived in and rolled to her feet. Pulling an arm back, she was prepared to throw a fireball at anything that moved.
Luckily for anything… nothing was there. He wasn’t here, plotting or waiting to kill her like he revealed his programming to be. Heart still beating fast, she got to her feet and looked around. It was true… he wasn’t here. Or rather to say, he wasn’t online. “I could… always activate him…” She mused, bringing a hand to her chin and holding it there as she thought. For a moment, it was a tough decision to make. It wasn’t until she realized she would still need the help to return that she needed to take them dive and do it.
“Computer, activate EMR,” She commanded, her voice wilting a bit but she quickly cleared her throat when he materialized. Just like before, he looked at her and spoke.
“How can I be of assistance?” He asked, his voice still quite robotic. With a grimace, she looked him before she finally gave a sigh.
“I need you to help me get this ship back home… to Earth,” It felt wrong to ask him for help, a hologram that nearly killed her. However, given that she didn’t want to repeat the same mistake before, she needed to make some very desperate decisions.
He tilted his head, “Do you not have the command and engineering expertise to command this ships’ navigation to sector 001? Have you boarded this ship illegally?” Every moment felt like his questions were more and more hostile until Zerori yelled out.
“No, I bought this ship fairly and something is wrong outside! Jeez, read the damn mood, you piece of-!” Flaring with heat, she growled softly and took a deep breathing, giving a sigh. “I need you… to protect this ship… from the ailments of a nebula that nearly tore this ship apart before…” She narrowed her eyes at him, “Can you do that?”
For a few moments, she was sure he would say ‘no’ and she’d be stuck here until she auto-piloted the ship home while hiding in a maintenance tube for hours. That was until he said, “It is simple, so I shall assist you,” He turned and walked over to a console, and quickly started typing in commands. In a few moments, the ship was in motion and he turned to her to explain, “I have raised the ships ship matrix and activated the sonic drive. We shall arrive at Earth in one point three minutes,” he raised his head, “Do you require anymore assistance?”
And just like that… Zerori would hate this machine...
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