Remnants of the Earth

OUTER SPACE => Open Space => Topic started by: ARAD V1.0 on February 06, 2017, 12:43:03 pm

Title: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 06, 2017, 12:43:03 pm: OOC: Tags to @Cheesigator
M for gore, anxiety and depression, drama, romance and all that good stuff.

"Fuck," was the mechanical snarl ARAD V1.0 could only mutter as he glanced at the command console. Unknown input. Self destruct protocols started. He slammed his metal fist into the console, shattering the screen. Sparks flying everywhere.

So it seemed that was it, huh? This ARAD V2.0 bitch, that bucket of bolts, would've succeeded in killing him. The fucking nerve. A newer model being able to take the Prime version out. It was insulting. With a soft hiss, his reactive armour completely sealed against his body, his core systems locked in. If there was a chance to survive this, he'd take it.

He still had to destroy every last bastard that was involved in his creation. They killed him, rebuilt him. But they failed to subjugate him. Their goddamn mistake. A soft cackle came from him. He'd come out of this and he'd burn the Syndicate to the goddamn ground.

"Two, one," the robotic voice counted down, before the small, personal cruiser detonated, exploding into a thousand small bits, flying everywhere. Including some of ARAD's bits. His legs, his arm, part of his thorax plating was ripped off by the explosion. His reactor softly hummed against the absolute zero temperature of space. But it remained active. But besides that, the first creation had succumbed. Booted down to drift aimlessly through space. For as long as his reactor allowed it.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 06, 2017, 01:16:17 pm: "Yeah, I know. But the bastard pulled a gun on me and hit the emergency eject before I could get them out of the escape pod, fuckin cheeky piece of shit."

There was a heavy sigh on Belliel's end of the comm link, while Reva chewed on a peppermint-flavored toothpick, carefully steering her sleek personal cruiser through space, heading back towards Cancer with the supplies she'd just bargained for to bring back to the shop.

"What a pain in the ass. Any idea where they went?" "Nah, I was kinda busy. He tried to shoot me. Very rude." "And?" "And I punched my fist through his chest, so we won't be doing business with Jaro anymore."

Belliel stared at her camera, therefor looking directly at Reva from where the hologram of the video feed was displayed on the dome windshield.

"Yeah that's fine. I found someone who has better parts for cheaper anyways." "So glad to hear you're not mad at me." Reva said sarcastically, before a flash of light caught her attention.

She blinked, reaching up with a golden skeletal hand, still stained with blood up to her elbow, taking the toothpick from her teeth as she looked to her right and saw a small explosion a ways away. "What was that?" Belliel asked.

"Dunno, I'm many things but omnipotent is not one of them."

"Of course, how could I forget."

"Looks like an explosion, probably somebody's personal ship. I'll go check it out, maybe I'll find some good loot."

"Sure, check back in an hour then."

"'Kay."

She flipped a switch and the call ended as she steered her cruiser to the explosion, bits of debris hitting the hull of her ship but doing little to no damage. And then she saw a leg float by her window.

"... Huh. Takes a strong body to stay intact after an explosion like that." She muttered to herself, watching another leg drift in the opposite direction.

She was sure that was somebody's fetish somewhere out there.

She eased the ship forward, watching the pieces of the wreckage fly by, propelled by the momentum of the explosion until they inevitably ran into something to change their trajectory path. She tilted her head to the side, something catching her eye as she narrowed her gaze.

Looked like a body, supposedly the owner of those legs. And an arm, which was floating who knows where.

She grabbed her helmet from where it was stashed under her seat, putting it on and turning it on to regulate her oxygen as she stepped out into the dock, the bay doors opening as she hopped out into the gravity-less open space. Using the small jets built into her arms she approached the person-like object, inspecting it from a few feet away with brows furrowed and a rather grumpy-looking frown on her face.

Droid. But he looked different from the standard models used in most modern societies; she drifted a little closer, using the thrusters to slow them down and keeping the two of them from drifting too far away from her ship. For the most part he looked intact; she snapped her fingers in front of his (presumably) face, found him unresponsive. But the lights on his stomach indicated that something in there was still working. She rolled her eyes; well, he'd be interesting to play with she supposed.

She gathered the rest of his parts, stuffed him into her ship, along with a few other pieces of scraps that could be traded or sold for a decent credit, and with that she boarded her ship again and set her course for Cancer.

Belliel's shop was large, easily big enough to host up to four massive army-grade freight ships in its main hangar, with plenty of room for smaller creations in its second. Reva's part of the shop was set in the basement, and this was where she carried her catch, much to the eyebrow raising of some of the other workers. She dumped the torso, legs and arm onto a table rather ungracefully, having carried him in one trip. It took about a week for her to put him together, working on him whenever she was bored or wanted a break from something else.

Finally she finished soldering a last detail; closed him up and looked for a power button, finding it and hesitating for a moment, before she shrugged it off and booted him up. If he got too unruly, she had the use of her powers and strength. Wouldn't be the first time she'd had something wreck her studio.

She rolled her stool back away from him, perched on it with legs crossed and chin in her golden metal hand, looking bored as hell as she waited for him to show some sign of life. Yawn.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 06, 2017, 01:32:53 pm: "Systems check initiated," his mechanical voice rose from the lifeless wreck as she forced him to boot again. "Weapon systems offline. Defragmentation matrix unresponsive. Pain inhibitors activated. Limb actuators slightly damaged. Repairs required."

With a deep, mechanical humming, one of the limbs moved up to rest on the table, pulling himself up. The droid looked around, head turning with a soft creaking. No idea where he was. And immediately, he was wary. Arad threw his legs from the table, before he dropped down on the ground, immediately collapsing again, a soft, pained grunt following.

"Where-.." Came the deep mechanical snarl. ARAD looked up to Reva, clawing at the ground to drag himself closer. "Who.. Are you? Another Syndicate creation?"
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 06, 2017, 01:44:20 pm: Uh-huh. Well he was mostly functional. Kind of. Good enough he could be repaired fully if she wanted, but she wasn't sure she'd like him enough for that.

She watched, unamused, as he fell onto the floor like a sack of potatoes and growled at her. Her eyebrows knit a little, her expression unsympathetic as she looked down at him, chin still resting in her hand; she didn't move.

"Dunno who this Syndicate of yours is, don't care. You're in the basement of a ship building company on Cancer. Ya dun got blowed up, son. You're lucky I found your ass floating out there in space."

She hopped off her stool, pushing it back and reaching down, picking him up by the collar and lifting him like he was nothing, setting him back on the sterile metal table he'd been on moments prior. Her studio was rather dimly lit, awash in blue-tinted shadows, random yellow-white lights turned on and hooked precariously on the rafters in the ceiling, spotlighting certain things. A station with a tilted desk with a touch-screen computer built in, holograms lit up around it and a soft song playing in the background (https://youtu.be/QpDn4-Na5co?t=1015) that pulsed quietly throughout the space. It was an organized mess, parts and tools scattered everywhere, half-finished projects lying around on the counters that lined all four walls. It was a fairly large space, with island counters in the middle that were mostly cleared. The walls were covered in notes, half-sketched designs; there was a poster by the desk for a boy band. It was faded, peeling at the corners, and the members had dicks with mustaches scribbled over their faces along with 'Fuck off, Bell.' at the bottom.

She leaned in now, inspecting the remaining damages on his body and clicking her tongue.

"Ugh, if I'm gonna finish you I'll need to find a few replacement parts, that's so much effort." She grumbled, more to herself than him. "What's your name, Gimpy?"
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 06, 2017, 02:08:35 pm: A slow , almost calculating hum came from Arad as he rested back on the table. So they either believed he was dead. Or that he was missing. But they had no idea where. The only one that could tell them was dead on some god forsake wasteland.

Good. A moment of respite.

His head tilted in her direction. "Heal me," he demanded. Arad didn't ask. Didn't try to bargain. No, he demanded what he wanted. He needed to be repaired. He failed to notice his own misspeak. Robots couldn't be healed. Only repaired. A remnant of his humanity. "Immediately," he added with a soft snarl. He sighed softly. Or the mechanical counterpart of it, a soft, metallic hum. "Designation, ARAD V1.0. Or ARAD PRIME. Not 'Gimpy'." The cracks in his armour and hands pulsing softly. "And for fuck's sake. Turn off my pain inhibitors," he added with a snarl.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 06, 2017, 02:36:34 pm: She paused for a moment, finding his wording a bit strange, but the foremost fact was that he'd just ungratefully demanded she fix him.

She leaned back, staring at him with a look that said 'watch your fucking mouth' as he would suddenly feel an invisible force slam him down so he was laying on the table, staring up at the ceiling, and it held him there.

"Listen you ungrateful little shit, I don't have to do anything. So until you learn some fucking manners, I'm calling you Gimpy."

The force was lifted and instead it pulled him up, perhaps a little jarring in its suddenness as he was allowed to sit up again. She hadn't even lifted a finger.

However, unlike many people might have believed, Reva wasn't interested in torture, so she at least did as he'd requested and found his pain inhibitors, switching them off as she went back to inspecting him. She wasn't shy with touching him, lifting his arms, checking him over until she blinked, frowning and finding something at the back of his head; she gave the switch a flip and suddenly the visor that made up the droid's face lifted, revealing... His actual face.

It caused her to blink, momentarily dropping her bitchy demeanor as she stared at what appeared to be a human face in there. He wasn't half-bad looking. But it was a little disorienting, seeing his face stuck in an obvious robot's body.

"Huh. That's interesting."

She grabbed the visor and shut it again, finding that information she'd just learned otherwise worthless and of no use whatsoever.

"What reason should I have to help you if you're going to be a prick about it, hm?" She asked, perching on her stool and wheeling away, grabbing some papers and started jotting things down--rather old fashioned, she knew, but she liked the feel of it.

"I'm a busy person, it took me a week to get you this far and that was only because I was bored; I have no reason to waste my time on useless assholes." She said, without looking up as she used a hand gesture to catch her computer's attention, a hologram window appearing before her as she started browsing around for some of the parts she would need to complete this douchebag. If this was going to be a costly project she wasn't even going to bother.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 06, 2017, 03:00:46 pm: Arad only snarled in response as the telekinetics slammed him down to the table. "What thethe fuck, does Gimpy even mean," he growled. Torso creaked and groaned in protest as the otherworldly force pulled him up again.

Yet, as she switched off his pain inhibitors, something akin to a content growl left the droid. Relief, most likely. Because pain was never pleasant. And as Reva continued to inspect him, she'd notice most of his systems being odd. Efficient and extremely sleek. But odd. The arms followed a basic human bone structure, yet fluids that ran through them to keep everything smooth.

A frown came across the synthetic face. "What.. Did you just pull off?" He snarled thethe question softly. He glanced at Reva as she darted off again, the visor placed back again. And after that remark, he was sick of it. With an annoted snarl, ARAD pushed himself from the table, this time standing up straight. "Then don't bother fixing me, at all," he bit out in response, staggering for the nearest door.

The thing was, when she was looking up the parts. She could find nothing according to it. No replacement pieces. No serial codes. No released models that looked even remotely like him.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 06, 2017, 03:22:04 pm: Reva ignored his shitty attitude and whatever stupid things he had to say; let him get off the table and start heading to the door, she didn't care.

She was too preoccupied by what she found, or rather, what she couldn't find.

She stared hard at her screen, the look in her eyes calculating, wheels turning. She couldn't find anything on this guy, absolutely nothing. She checked every database she knew, every forum every sales site, NOTHING.

Her breath hitched a little; she had a grin of absolute pure joy on her face as she stared at that screen.

That meant that he was something new. Top secret, brand new, full of untold wonders and yeah she'd figured he was strange when she'd first been putting him back together, playing it by ear and going by trial and error but this, this confirmed it, and right as ARAD got to the base of the stairs that invisible force pulled at him again, making him fly across the room until his collar was in her hand again, his arms and legs rendered useless by the force as she grinned at him, the look in her eyes no doubt unnerving.

"You," She said, carrying him back to the table and forcing him down onto it herself, tapping the center of his sternum with that excited grin. "You weren't blown up in an accident someone was trying to kill you weren't they? Why? Tell me right now because you wanna know what 'gimpy' means? It means you limp, it means you're a cripple because you're not going to go anywhere or do anything without my help so fucking tell me."
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 07, 2017, 05:38:13 am: He didn't notice her grin. He didn't care for what was display, or what wasn't displayed on the screen. He had enough of this bullshit. He'd find

"I'm going to fucking end you," Arad snarled in response, glancing up to Reva. He glanced down at the ground again, struggling against her grip. "Defragmentation matrix stabilized," came the announcement, before he suddenly dissipated in a white red light. Appearing next to the door again. "I'm not your Gimpy, you sick fuck," he snarled. "I'm a rogue prototype. The guys wanting to kill me double as my creators."

With a soft hum and the sound of a laser being heated, one of the blades in his arm shot outwards. And whatever armour was left locked around his body. "I'm getting out of here," he snarled, turning around to slice through the door in one go, before stumbling outside. If he wasn't, by then, already pulled back into her arms.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 07, 2017, 10:20:41 am: Oh, he could dematerialize himself and teleport could he? He just got more and more interesting the longer he was awake, though she had to admit, his attitude was overwhelmingly obnoxious and annoying.

"Get back here you slippery devil," She grumbled as she used her powers to once again yank him back, though not before he'd destroyed her door, god dammit, as she held onto him by the collar again.

"Look look look, I need you to take a deep breath and calm down because you need to think clearly about this. There's not very many other places you'll find any engineers as good as me who also have the means to fix you up, do you get what I'm saying?"

In other words, yes, there were lots of builders and mechanics and engineers here on Cancer but very few of them had the tools, the space, the time, the interest, or the money to fix up such an incredibly difficult project such as ARAD.

She set him down on the operating table again, giving him a steady look. "We got off on the wrong foot; I'd like to fix you but to do that you'll have to cooperate with me and maybe be a little bit less of a prick alright? I'll even try to be nicer too if it makes you feel any better." More than a little would be nice but she sincerely doubted she'd get that from him. But Reva, offering to be nice? That was a once in a lifetime opportunity right there, considering she hated anything that wasn't Belliel or a non-sentient machine.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 07, 2017, 10:49:59 am: "Let go," he snarled, thrashing in her grip. But, he had expended most of his reserves already on the one shot he got to his defragmentation unit. So, he didn't get to resist against her grip or teleport away regardless. Though, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly as she spoke. "Fine," he he said with a soft growl after a short time.

"I don't give a shit about you being nice. But I'll cooperate," he let out a soft grunt. "For now."

And he seemed to comply, sitting down on the table. Waiting. Silently. Machinery inside softly buzzing. He constantly stared, for as far as she could tell with the visor, at Reva. Not once letting her out of his sights. But he didn't speak either.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 07, 2017, 11:24:01 am: She rolled her eyes, alright well at least he'd agreed he'd cooperate, that was about all she could ask for from him right now. "Gee, thanks, I feel so honored."

But all snarky comments aside, his further lack of commentary let her own frustrations fizzle out as she started running diagnostics on him using her computers, working in silence but with a certain energy to her movements that suggested she was more excited about this new project than she let on.

The interface programmed into him was something she hadn't seen before, but she'd programmed enough in her time she was able to figure it out rather quickly after a little exploration, pulling up his system statistics and running scans, hooking and unhooking wires to him as necessary, completely focused in her work, until there reached a point where there was nothing else to do except wait for scans to run which would take another couple minutes.

She let out a slight sigh, leaning back against a counter and watching the progress bars of said scans for a moment before she glanced over at him.

"So you mentioned something about a Syndicate earlier, I'm assuming they're the ones that made you, huh?"
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 08, 2017, 04:47:35 pm: "Just get it over with," Arad snarled in response. But, for the rest, he set there in relative silence. The only sound that came from him was the soft, rythmic humming of his reactor. His interface was confusing, it seemed to be inefficient for any droid. The amount of memory it took was massive.

And, there were compartments that seemed even weirder. Corrupted data files. Executables that seemed to be unable to be deleted, but served no purpose. And the coding was a mess. Incomplete. And constantly struggling against itself.

"The ones that killed me first. Then made me," he growled softly.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 09, 2017, 09:56:29 am: It seemed the deeper she snooped around inside this asshole, the more confusing and complicated he got, and she had only just started scratching the surface.

Her pink gaze slid over to him when he explained (shittily) that yes, the Syndicate made him.

"Ah, so you were a people. Once." She said, turning back to her screens as the scans started finishing. She took down notes of every error that popped up, saving the data files made by the scanning programs so she could look at them later, one thing at a time. This was going to be quite a long project.

"And you probably have no idea why or what their purpose is, do you?" She asked as she started digging around in his main drive, finding she couldn't look at many things because she didn't have access.

Meant that it was time to do some hacking and fix that, so she set to work. As soon as she was enabled as the main administrator she could take a look at whatever she wanted, but getting past his security systems wasn't exactly going to be easy, and would likely be a lot of trial and error. But she knew she could do it.

It just didn't make sense to her, however. Why start a droid completely based around a life form? What purpose would that serve? It would just be so much easier to build a new droid and program a personality into it, so what point was there in killing someone just to turn them into a droid? At least she understood his sour attitude a little better, but that really didn't justify it. A prick was still a prick regardless of what happened to make them like that.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 10, 2017, 03:56:29 am: "Yeah," he snarled softly, bringing his hand up to clench his fist, looking at it. "Once," he answered, before looking at Reva again. "A combat droid with the improvisation and creativity of a human," he answered with a soft growl under his breath. "Technology evolved. But it's still difficult to emulate an entire human mind. They wanted to make me and sell me to the one offering most."

He shook his head, the metal groaning against itself as he clenched his fist tighter. "They didn't expect submission programming to fail," he answered with a soft snort. "Don't get.. Rid of anything." He said with a soft grunt.
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Post by: Cheesigator on February 10, 2017, 01:34:17 pm: What he described reminded her of a really old psychological horror video game made back before space exploration was a feasible option, long before either of them had been around. About the few remnants of humanity left on the planet after the apocalypse, and how they transferred their brains into computers, in an effort to launch their consciousness into space for survival.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, seeing him flex his hand. She looked back at her computer monitors, eyebrows knit in that grumpy look that seemed to be her default expression. Her resting bitchface powers were over 9,000.

"I see. Well," She shrugged her shoulders, not really sure of what to say. If she should offer consolation, or tell him to get the fuck over it. She opted for the middle route of the two.

"I was never completely human to begin with, but after the shit humanity has done to me I don't think it's anything particularly worth yearning over. Sorry they forgot to give you your dick back, though. Sucks."

After a few attempts while she spoke she was finally able to give herself full administrative positions over his system, and she took his words into consideration, but didn't specifically state whether or not she'd listen. She wasn't moving anything around just yet, just trying to dig deeper into his coding to figure out why he was made the way he was, what purpose this strange, clusterfuck programming served.

"Heh," She snickered suddenly, though her voice was dry as she said it, "Guess that makes both of us cripples." She wasn't sure why she found that funny, but she did.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 10, 2017, 01:53:31 pm: A mirthless chuckle resounded from Arad.

Did... He just chuckle? Actually chuckle? While out of combat or not laughing at some little shit that thought they could take him? That was odd.

"Well, it doesn't just keep at a dick," he answered with a soft shake of his head. "But I'm sure as hell that those bastards will pay. I'll make them regret their submission programming failed." Arad glanced over at Reva. With another mirthless chuckle at the prospect of sweet, sweet revenge, the droid rested back again. His reactive armour slowly hissing shut, before opening again as she worked, letting out plumes of steam.

The purpose of the clusterfuck of programming, became overtime more obvious. The files seemed to be frequently activated. But the purpose of these were far darker. Functions to switch off pain inhibitors, increase reactor output.

And some very peculiar files that would serve as something that would make Arad hallucinate. A completely new world. Filled with nightmarish beings and nothing but decay and ruin. "Each in its own right, huh," he answered with a soft snort. "How long are you gonna poke around in there for?" He inquired with a soft frown.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 10, 2017, 02:08:04 pm: Ah, revenge. She'd never bothered.

Kill one horrible person, twenty more pop up in their place.

Sure, she'd killed some of the fuckers who destroyed her, but it had mostly been on accident. She tilted her head as she looked at her computer screen, reading the coding in-depth and shaking her head a little. Why would they specifically program a droid to hallucinate? What purpose would that serve?

"Till I figure out why they made you like this..." She grumbled, almost quiet enough he could probably barely hear her response.

"Tell me, do you ever see things? Have nightmares?" She asked suddenly, as she started re-organizing the files into folders to try and clear up extraneous cached data that was ultimately useless and slowing him down. Like throwing away old receipts to places that didn't accept returns--old transactions that were done and over with, a pointless form of recorded data that served no purpose except to take up space. Spring cleaning.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 10, 2017, 02:35:48 pm: "Made me like what?" He inquired with a soft frown. "You mean the submission programming? Yeah. I have nightmares. I see shit and go uncontrolled. I can ignore it most of the time," he said with a soft sigh.

"When I go in overdrive, it's practically the submission programming kicking in," he explained easily. Not that there was anything to be done to it. The files were intwined. If she'd deleted even one of those corrupted ones, other, vital files would become corrupted as well. And she'd have done practically the same as making him braindead. "Hope that answers some questions."
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 10, 2017, 02:49:56 pm: She stared at her computer screen for a moment longer before she slowly drew her gaze back over to ARAD where he sat there on the operating table, acting like everything was perfectly fine.

How was seeing hallucinations and going into random, uncontrollable rages fine?

"I'm just trying to figure out why they made you in the most stupidly inefficient way possible. You know, I could reprogram that, right? Make the hallucinations go away?" She said, flatly, and with a hint of mild irritation.

She thought his programming was utterly stupid. Not in that it was done by an idiot, no, rather they had done a pretty damn good job of making it difficult for any normal computer nerd to go in there and tweak his programming, which had likely been the entire intent of why they tied certain files, like those regarding his hallucinations, to integral parts of his core system. You couldn't just step in there and click around here and there and magically fix the issue because they didn't want anyone to fix him.

That was why it was stupid. It was stupid because it was a pain in her ass and she'd much rather they'd done things the simplistic way and not been such selfish asswipes when they made this guy, who was also a selfish asswipe.

She could reprogram him and essentially take those parts out, but it would mean redoing entire sections of his basic coding, by hand. Which could take months. Years, even. Not because it was difficult, just a slow process, and she could only afford to work on ARAD in her spare time, because she kind of had a job, and he was not a part of that job.
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 10, 2017, 02:56:31 pm: "Well. Half of those files are useless because they failed to properly integrate it with my mind," he answered with a soft snarl. "Rather not. Don't mess with my head too much," he added, glancing over at her. He was at a moments ready, the instant he felt something snap in his mind, the least one, his connection would be terminated and he'd move in for the kill.

He leaned back with a soft, metallic grunt. "You should by now realize that whomever is looking for me.. Will by now, no doubt have found me."

He glared at Reva from behind his visor. "So, make sure I'm combat ready. And the only ones dying will be the Syndicate's agents. Understood?"
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on February 10, 2017, 04:52:21 pm: She gave him a good, hard stare for a moment, weighing her options before she rolled her eyes and went back to her screen, figuring that it wasn't worth her time if he was going to be that stubborn about it, even if it was the better thing for him.

She finished her not-quite metaphorical cleaning of his system and got up, unhooking the few cables left in that hooked him up to her computer save for one, when he spoke up about being combat ready and all that.

She didn't flinch, much less pause, as she went about and made him keep his hands out of the way as she made him lie down on the table so she could take a better look at his legs, figuring out what was wrong with them so she could start designing some replacement parts, jotting down notes as she used another hand gesture and her computer gave a sound like a ringing phone. A click-clack, and someone picked up on the other end, whoever it was she'd been calling.

"Yeh?" Was a gruff sounding female's voice.

"Bell, I've got some bad news."
"Oh, is it about your robot boyfriend?"

The feeling in the room changed tangibly, as every muscle on Reva's body tensed; the pen she was holding in her right hand was suddenly shattered to pieces in her grip.

"Shut the fuck up."
"Yeah but is it about your robot b--"
"Yes it is about the droid. Whatever he is, or whatever he's made for, he ain't no babysitting droid. He's a weapon, and top secret at that."
"Which means someone is gonna be coming to find him?"
"So he says."

There was an audible heavy sigh on the other end of the call.

"Alright alright. How soon you think, roughly?"
"He's already been here a week, so I'd say any minute."
"Great. I'll get the last few guys out of the shop then."
"Make sure you seal up my second exon cannon prototype okay? I'm not finished with it yet and I'd hate to start over from scratch."
"Sure thing lover girl."

In the middle of their call she had started searching for another pen, finding one right as Belliel said that, and she let out an audible growl.

"I hate you." And then she hung up, heading back over to ARAD and finishing her note-taking. "There, that make you feel better now?" She asked him, irritation still very evident in her voice.

With Belliel taking extra precautions upstairs, anyone trying to find their way in would find an extremely difficult time of it; the place had high security, because they dealt with high class customers, who wanted the extra fancy high tech lasers that covered every entrance, window and wall the building was made of, programmed to fire on sight when activated, which they no doubt were now if they weren't already. And that was only step one of who knows how many else Belliel had installed, Reva had lost count in all the years she'd been working here. She had no reason to keep track of that stuff.
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 11, 2017, 04:29:10 am: Arad didn't say much in the conversation. He had no place in it, even if it was concerning him. Not even the robot boyfriend reaction managed to pry a word grim him. It wasn't in his interest to intervene.

He pushed himself to his feet. Hopping off the table. "About now," he said, holding up his hand. Before closing his fist. And suddenly, the lights flakkered out, the entire facility going dark with a soft buzz. And any back up generators were also taken care off. Their security system would be completely useless.

Arad sighed softly. "Alright, remain silent, bunker up somewhere with a blaster and shoot everything that moves," he stated, before glancing at the door again. The deep crimson lights humming softly. He made his way over to the door. "Cycling power to defragmentation unit. Pain inhibitors already disabled. Armour on lockdown."

As if on cue, footsteps could be heard outside the ruined door. "Overcore engaged," he stated coldly, a mechanical snarl following his words. The brimming energy slowly intensifying.

And then, he disappeared from existence, only a red outline of where he used to be remaing. And just outside the door, Reva could hear the whistling of silenced gunfire. The shouting of orders, before screaming, the tearing of flesh. And then silence.

Arad picked up an earbud from one of the corpses, holding it up as a voice shouted through it. "Delta squad. Come in! Do you have eyes on the suspect?!" A soft snarl came from him. "I'll come get you," he stated.

There was silence. Before a swear. "All squads, move towards Delta Squad's last known location, keep the EMP grenades ready. The package has been located." Arad crunched the earbud in his hand and glanced at the door to Reva's shop, before shaking his head.
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Post by: Cheesigator on February 11, 2017, 09:58:57 am: Right as Arad's hand closed, the lights went out and the computers in all their whirring immediately stopped, powering down from lack of electricity to keep them running. Reva stood there in the darkness with him, looking around before rolling her eyes and groaning.

Ugh. People were terrible. Why anybody liked humans was beyond her capability to understand.

He told her to keep quiet and get a gun, she ignored him and as he went out there, killing and maiming those fucks left and right, she opened a panel on the underside of her left arm and pressed a button; the silica gel that helped her control her fingers with more precision glowed as the LEDs built into the palm of her hand lit up, and she used it like a flashlight--it was quite bright, illuminating the immediate area around her within a 3-foot radius with light blue light.

She made her way across the room, finding a master circuit breaker and switching it off, unplugging several main power strips to keep her computers as safe as possible from any electrical pulses that would otherwise surge through the connected wires and fry them. So long as they weren't connected to the ground however, they should be mostly safe.

She moved with haste then to a wall where she shoved aside a cart of tools to access a giant metal storage bin behind it that was backed up against the wall. She shoved the papers that were on it onto the floor and unlocked it, lifting the lid up to reveal two gold, boxy-looking chunks of metal. She pulled them out, giving them a quick once-over, tapped a few spots and they suddenly lit up. Using her powers she lifted them into the air and connected them to each arm, each mechanism sliding into place with a series of satisfying locks and clicks. Using her powers again, a few more buttons were tapped and the gold metal on the outside of the boxes unlocked, lifting as mechanisms inside of them unfolded and started enveloping her arms, pieces locking into place until the add-ons had rearranged themselves in such a way that her arms were covered in porcelain white, looking fairly normal and human save for the rainbow LED detailing (currently turned off) that laced up from her fingertips to the top of where her deltoid would have been. All that remained of the former gold boxes was a small gold panel on the back of each arm.

Her hand flashlight was switched off and she moved through the darkness, poking her head out the door to see Arad standing there, shaking his head.

"If you could lead them away from my shop with their stupid EMPs that'd be preferred. Can't exactly fix you if all my equipment is fried." She growled, before disappearing back inside again to dig around for a few more things, just in case.

**OOC: Her arms now look like this (credit goes to the animators/designers at Trigger) (http://kill-la-kill.wikia.com/wiki/File:107.png) but where Nui's hands are black Reva's are porcelain white, and do not have ruffles :u
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 13, 2017, 02:44:16 pm: [Oooh. Kill la kill.]

"Understood," Arad snarled under his breath, tossing a severed head down, wiping some blood from his gauntlets. Before Reva could get inside her shop again, the whistling of a silenced weapon resounded again, some stray bullets would pierce through her skull. If it wasn't for Arad suddenly appearing infront of her, deflecting it with his body. "Just stay safe," he snarled softly.

At that, Arad turned around, before disappearing, catching an EMP grenade within the blink of an eye and crushing it before it could detonate. He followed up by literally ripping out the grenadier's throat, before using his body to fling it at the others.

And so, he threw himself into the squad again, drawing the fire away from Reva. Leaving a trail of blood and corpses in his wake.
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Post by: Cheesigator on February 13, 2017, 03:12:01 pm: There was a moment's pause where she heard the sound of wind whistling before it was abruptly stopped by the unmistakable metal tang of bullets hitting armor. She glanced over her shoulder, furrowing her brows as Arad stood there, shielding her from the gunfire.

How considerate of him. She sincerely doubted he'd have done that if she wasn't worth something for her technical skills.

She paused for a moment, staring after his wake as she listened to the sounds of him massacring the soldiers. She snorted and rolled her eyes, unphased by what had just happened. She hadn't bothered telling him the same.

She started furiously emptying some of the heavy metal storage bins and cases underneath one of the island counters in the work room, pulling out several metal mechanisms and contraptions she stuffed into a duffel bag. Grabbing a coat that was a size or two too big for her, she threw it on and slung the duffel bag over her shoulders on top of it, grabbing a pair of keys and stuffing them into her pocket as she headed out down the hallway.

It was a long, narrow hallway that led out into another part of the basement, the main area as it were, with rather high ceilings that were now currently coated in blood and stray bullets. She stepped over or walked on the corpses littering the ground, stepping around the massive metal shelves full of storage bins, spare parts and other miscellaneous crap they still sometimes needed around in the shop but couldn't bother keeping upstairs in the office or the main garage. It created a perfect maze for soldiers to hide behind, unfortunately, and it seemed one of them had managed to sneak past Arad in the middle of his killing spree.

She paused a moment, hearing something and turning her head, right as the soldier came in from the side she was turned away from, gun pointed at her. He yelled something but before he could finish she had turned around and brought her hands up, feigning surrender. He started inching closer, keeping the gun trained on her while she stared at him with a look of utter boredom. Apparently he figured he could use her like a shield or something to get Arad to cooperate, from what she could figure given he hadn't shot her yet.

As soon as he was close enough there was a deafening metallic CLANG mixed with a loud sound that could only be described as a mix of a pop and a crack and the sound of water hitting the floor at the same time.

His headless body toppled to the floor, along with his worthless gun, which she figured, what the hell why not, and stooped down to pick up, popping the clip on it and finding it fully loaded before she snapped it back in. His blood, brain matter, and bits of his skill were getting all over it now because it coated her hands, the entirety of her front and had even managed to get into her hair, but she didn't particularly care. She'd literally smashed his head like it was a water balloon with her bare hands.

She followed the trail of bodies upstairs, keeping her eyes peeled for Arad or Belliel, the latter of which found her first.

"Right good killing machine you rescued there, champ." The alien said with a snort; Reva had to crane her neck up to look at her, she was just shy of 3 meters tall when she was on four legs, let alone two.

"I'm taking him to the old shop so this doesn't keep interfering with our work. My ship?"
"It's still sitting out in the field. All projects have been evacuated, I'll see you when you get back."
"Sure, sure."

Well, at least everything of value was already taken care of, she figured as there was a near deafening crack of wings beating the air behind her, and then Belliel had disappeared. Looks like Arad wouldn't be getting to meet her today, a right shame that was.

The main upstairs floor was again, mostly hallways leading to larger rooms--if you took two lefts from the stairs, you'd be led to the rather large lobby and reception area, which was directly connected to a planning room. If you took two rights, you could enter the main garage through a small door, and through there you could enter the main aircraft hangar. Reva's ship was currently nowhere near here, rather it was in a separate parking building the company had bought out for keeping personal craft a few blocks away from here. Now if she could just get Arad to leave these suckers so they could make their escape, that'd be great.

Two soldiers came darting from the right hallway, and as soon as they had turned the corner and come into view Reva raised her gun and shot twice; it had a decent kickback on it but she'd gutshot them both, and as soon as they were down on the floor she shot twice again and got their heads.

"Heeeere Robot Robot Robot, do you wanna go buh-bye in the car?" She called out, stepping towards the main garage. It was like she was calling a dog, it would've been impossible for Arad to not realize she was calling him.
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 13, 2017, 03:43:29 pm: Arad just cut through the soldiers, bored and unimpressed. They had put up overwhelming numbers. Sadly, these soldiers were of no quality. Where they even trying? After cutting through the nth squad, Arad stood up straight, wiping some blood from his visor and grunting softly. "Dreadfully boring," he snarled under his breath. Before he picked up the rattling of keys and a rather condescending voice with a condescending message from the hallway next to him.

He slammed his laserblade into the wall and started to cut it open far enough for his defragmentation unit to get him through. He reformed next to Reva and snarled softly. "Don't act so smug," he warned, before countless laboured footsteps were heard. The clunking of massive armour and weaponry. "And duck," he advised.

Soldiers appeared behind them. And infront of them. Massively armoured. Lugging massive weaponry, such as assualt cannons or miniguns. "Overcore engaged," he stated, before pushing Reva down as she hadn't gotten down to the ground before.

And for Arad, everything slowed down. The loud clattering, sufficient to deafen anyone in the hallway, resounded as fire was opened. Shells and bullets flying everywhere in a tremendous firing line. A particle field appearing infront of each squad. The hallway became a killing field.

He cut down each bullet or shell that would inflict harm upon Reva, switching constantly from the left to the right, cutting down each and everyone, before he finally reached both squads. And tearing through their armour like it was mere paper.

To Reva, it would have all happened in but the blink of an eye, Arad reforming next to her. And if she was still on the floor, picking her up gently, his reactor slowing down again in frequency. "Where to?" He inquired, possibly holding her up in a bridal style way of carrying.
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Post by: Cheesigator on February 13, 2017, 03:57:01 pm: Oh, there he was. She had to admit, she did start a little when his blade suddenly pierced through the wall a few inches away from her. She rolled her eyes as he got through, for the love of Pete he could've just walked a few steps through the door--she made a mental note he'd have to pay for that. Since it was completely unnecessary.

She had opened her mouth to reply before suddenly they were surrounded by soldiers, and when she saw their massive amounts of weaponry she let out a sharp "HAH!" As she ducked down on his cue, snickering to herself. They were so weak and pathetic they had to pull out the big guns just to try and tackle one droid! That was hilarious! Whoever these Syndicate people were they really weren't as big and bad as she'd been thinking they might be.

They were just sad, really. She almost pitied them.

Arad was back at her side again, moment of massacre over before she could even finish laughing at them, and she found herself suddenly scooped up into his arms. It was mildly annoying but eh she wouldn't complain.

She casually wiped some of the other guy's blood from her face, pointing down the hallway over her shoulder. "Go down there and take a left and we can exit through the front lobby doors. My personal ship is a few blocks down the way, I'll take you to an old facility we don't use anymore and we'll see if we can't figure out how they keep tracking you down."

She said it so simply, so matter-of-factly, with such utter boredom in her tone of voice, despite having witnessed what Arad had just done--because she could do the exact same thing herself. As made evident when two more soldiers came running and tried to open fire on Arad and herself; the moment the bullets came out of the gun they got about halfway to their marks and then were suddenly sent flying back by an unseen force, going right between each soldier's eyes and killing them both in an instant. It happened so fast it was likely Arad might not have seen what happened at all had he not been looking. Either way they toppled to the floor with the rest of their comrades and Reva let out a sigh.

"Pitiful, just pitiful. I don't know why you say I shouldn't be smug when they're only sending pissants like these after you; and here I thought you were something special. Clearly they're idiots."
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 15, 2017, 06:55:14 am: "They're scouts," Arad snarled in response, glancing down at Reva. "Forward operations. Several cells of expendable soldiers tasked with catching me. They know they won't. It's to test my current state," he answered. "Seeing as I dispatched all of them without a sweat," he snarled softly. "They'll send something proper next time," he explained, shaking his head.

"I am worth more than this station," he snarled softly, following the explained path, pushing open the lobby doors.

Several helicopters, walker tanks and even some mechs standing ready for them. "And that's the cavalry. Any ideas?"
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Post by: Cheesigator on February 16, 2017, 11:36:48 pm: "Worth more than this station, huh?" She said skeptically, "Well that's very big of you to say."

His point was unfortunately proven as they stepped outside however; one look at all the vehicles waiting for them and she instantly dropped that rather placid demeanor she had a moment ago. Sure they knew they weren't gonna get him but boy that wasn't about to stop them from trying was it.

Instantly she pointed to their left, "Down three blocks thataway take a right and get into that parking garage and do me a favor and don't stop running!" She barked, clearly giving orders was something familiar to her as the angry and authoritative tone to her voice seemed to be completely natural.

She then focused her attentions on their enemies. They opened fire and she halted all the ammunition mid-air, gritting her teeth against some of the heavier missiles they'd just launched--missiles, really, missiles?!

For every action there is opposite reaction, she had to push back against every bullet with the same amount of force it was shot with, much easier said than done. A few small calibre pistols were one thing, a swarm of heavy attacks meant to take out an entire squadron? Less so.

There was a visible moment where all ammo halted in the air for a half a second, enough for the human eye to catch, before all of it was flung back at its source, blowing the tanks into the air with the force of the explosions. She used that force to keep pushing them, guiding them in their arcs to collide with each other mid-air.

Soldiers were sent flying and she put all her focus on one mech in particular. She had to use her arm now as a guide to help her focus; it'd been a while since she'd had to use her powers this much on so much heavy equipment, and using her arm to guide her through the motions helped distract her from the oncoming headache so she could literally sweep the mech into the air and wipe the floor with it, sending the cavalry flying.

The helicopters were a step ahead of her however, and they opened fire in the total three seconds this exchange took place over--the ship company behind them was torn to pieces and rendered asunder by heavy fire. Reva cussed, throwing a look over Arad's shoulder to catch it being blown to smithereens, the force of the explosion probably enough to send them both flying if Arad wasn't fast enough.
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on February 18, 2017, 10:11:51 am: He didn't react to her retort. He didn't really care for it. He explained to her what's what. It was up to Reva to decide what to think of it.

Arad glanced in direction of her pointing and nodded briefly, glancing up as the telltale sounds of missiles being ignited resounded. Small to heavy arms fire. And even tank shells. They seemed to want him, or whatever what was left of him back.

Badly so.

As she was forcing her telekinesis on the enemy, Arad made a run for it. But she didn't catch all bullets, some of the turrets fired and found him, slamming into his armour. Thank god his pain inhibitors were still deactivated. He just caught the massive caliber, being a living shield for Reva.

The explosion sent debris their way, conctrete and metal. A piece of rebar slammed through his hip, piercing through to surface through his stomach, having missed Reva's side by just a hair. But that didn't stop Arad. The explosion scorching his back and covering it in black soot.
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Post by: Cheesigator on February 18, 2017, 09:29:16 pm: It wasn't like something like this hadn't happened before.

In the time that Reva had been with Belliel (at least twenty years, or somewhere around that,) they had moved bases several times, and established alternate locations on other nearby planets and such. The business was branching out--they made enough to be able to afford an assload of insurance, so it wasn't like this was the end of the world.

But it was still her home, it had been her favorite so far.

Her gut clenched and she grit her teeth, having enough sense to look away as the debris started flying; she had felt the stray ammo hit Arad's back and she silently reassured herself that she'd at least done right by him in turning off those pain sensors. She didn't understand why they'd given him those and nothing else human-esque. He couldn't feel pleasure, so why include pain? It was something she didn't have the time to consider right now, though.

All she had time for was to briefly think how glad she was that the rebar that impaled the robot carrying her had missed all of her important internal organs. She could regenerate wounds, but not that fast, and she wasn't sure how good she'd be at regeneration if her central nervous system was destroyed. She'd rather not chance finding out.

As they turned the corner she saw a chance and took it, holding onto Arad tightly with one arm as she used her other to direct her focus again and pull a large cargo ship out into the street, throwing the massive thing behind them as it crashed into the street and blocked the soldiers from giving immediate chase. It was more or less a quick distraction, so they could escape into the building to throw those assholes off their tails even if for a few seconds.

"There!" She pointed to the parking garage, perhaps a bit out of breath but still loud enough for Arad to hear. "Third floor, looks like this." She flicked her wrist and a small hole opened in the palm of her hand, a little beam of light emitting from it to show a small hologram of the personal ship she'd used to bring him here in the first place. (http://i.imgur.com/YxT6jAG.png)

The rest of the parking garage was filled with other ships, some of which were Reva's--because it wasn't directly a part of the shipping company's main building, it'd been left untouched, and even if it had been tampered with, all of the ships had their own shields activated automatically when they were turned off, invisible until something hit them or tampered with them. All of the varying racers, cruisers and ships belonged to those who worked at the company, though Reva owned the largest collection of them. They all varied in sizes, shapes and colors, all made for different purposes, very much collected like sports cars or trophies. The entire third floor as it was--accessible by elevator or stairwell, stairwell being the safest option right now considering Arad could stand in the center of it and just jump up to the third floor if he wanted--could have easily been a floor entirely dedicated to Reva's collection, as most of them were some varying shades of pastel colors, or on occasion, black and neon.

The ship Reva was after was in the center of all of them, and as soon as they were up there she flicked her wrist again, making a few gestures with her hand and moving her fingers as if she was pressing and controlling various invisible buttons--and the ship started up on its own. Its thrusters lit up with bright blue-white energy as it raised from the ground, its protective shield lighting up a bright neon aqua in a bubble that encompassed the entirety of its build.

She let go of Arad and jumped down from his arms, darting over to her ship and throwing both hands onto the shield. The electricity sparked and a series of menus appeared on the spherical electric field; with lightning reflexes she started punching buttons and selecting menus, and suddenly every ship around them, as well as on subsequent floors above and below them, also started up, and started disappearing as they all started teleporting to other locations, since there was no point in getting everyone else's mechanical babies caught up in this mess.

Reva's ship let down its shield however and she darted underneath it as a hatch opened up in the bottom. She started to climb in but suddenly stopped, whipping around and throwing a hand out to Arad, the rebar trembling inside of him before it was yanked out by her telekinetic forces and thrown to the concrete floors with loud clanging noises. He wouldn't have fit in there with it still stuck in him.

"Get in!" She snapped as she nimbly slid into the cockpit--it was barely big enough for the two of them, unless if Arad preferred to sit in the small cargo hold that was just situated just behind and slightly underneath on the ship's undercarriage. Either way, the soldiers had long since figured out where they'd gone, because she could hear them knocking out the support columns below, the explosions ringing and echoing throughout the structure. The building was starting to implode and collapse, the ceiling already coming down in chunks as the last of the extraneous ships disappeared to safety somewhere else.

"Shit," She spat, fury bubbling up in her chest and threatening to tint her vision red. "Shit shit shit."

She pulled back on the steering console and turned the handlebar grips, the engine revving as the ship suddenly jumped to life and darted forward as she did her best to navigate the huge chunks of falling debris. It had a small deflector shield manually built in but when the entire ship was powered on it didn't have the spare power to divert to the large bubble shield it had when parked, which meant if any huge chunks of concrete fell on them they'd be fucked. She didn't exactly want to die by being crushed to death in her own cruiser with a professional jackass for company in her back seat.

"You any good at being a ship gunner!?" She called back, because she didn't have the focus right now to fire the first set of guns herself, but there was a second set that did heavier damage that relied on a second person in the small seat built in behind hers to control, and if he was in any decent condition and not braindead, he'd hopefully at least try it out.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 06, 2017, 03:44:46 am: [Once more. Sorry for the wait. Also. The art style is familiar. Cowboy Bebop?]

Something changed. It was as if a switch was flipped. The humming of his reactor was steady, yet intense at one point. Now the humming changed, to a deep thrumming that reverberated through his body. She might even be able to feel the soft vibration. It hinted at yet another increase in power.

The scent of charred wood and sooth reached his nostrils. He glanced down at the child in his arms. The sky was filled with the red glow of fire. Plumes of smoke raising around him. "Stay here," he turned to a small alcove in the hallway, putting her down inside, before taking a step back, glancing once more at Reva. Or rather, the child he saw, before back at the oncoming demons. He took several steps forward again. Towards the enemy. His armour hissed and locked down around him. With a soft sheen, the blades pushed out from his gauntlets.

And then, there was nothing left of him but a red silhouette. And soon, a flash of red was seen on the hatch of the first armoured vehicle, the metal piece flying away and blood squirting out from it. Within the blink of an eye and another flare of red light, the pilot of one of the helicopters was reduced to minced meat. And so it ensued, massive feats that also included flipping a tank upside down, slicing through the entire length of the missile launcher of a chopper. Shredding through the entire platoon of soldiers and power armour that backed them up, before he appeared besides Reva again. Covered in blood and gore, sooth from explosions. His armour was loose, twisted in wrong ways. And along with the original piece of rebar, other debris had pierced him.

But nonetheless, he picked up Reva again, without as much as muttering a word, even not snarling, and he made his way following her commands. Some of the soldiers were squished to bits by the oncoming cargo ship. The others were now thrown off. Ending their chase then and there.

Arad glanced down at Reva, nodding solemnly, before turning on his heels and bursting forward into a run that made the ground crack underneath his metal feet.

He moved his way through the stairs and glanced upwards. Third floor. He glanced down at Reva again, still in his own delusion of the current world. The forms, shapes and events were the same. They were just cosmetically different. Experienced completely different. He was in the center of a massive tower with a long and winding staircase. The groaning and moaning of the faceless demons behind him audible. He slowly bend through his knees, before doing nothing less than throwing Reva up at a massive speed. Calculated, though, her momentum would stop roughly at the third floor. And with another flash of red, Arad had caught her, landing on the end of the massive flight of stairs.

The child jumped from his arms and shouted at him while she was waiting for him at an unknown portal. Causing him to back off slowly. The loud clunking of rebar called him back to reality however, his optics now registered Reva at the cockpit of her ship. He shook his head and made his way over, pulling the other pieces of debris away from his body, before slipping in the backseat. His reactor returned to normal again, yet some of the debris hit some more vitals. Such as the coolant system. There were back ups and he could operate for now. But it'd need repairs soon.

As she called out she needed a gunner, Arad snarled softly, pulling out a cable from the back of his head, before fitting it in a slot in the ship. "Direct interface." He stated, giving part of his reactor power to the ship's, able to divert more power to the ship's weaponry, but also the shielding. And as expected from a computer, not a single piece of debris hit them or even got in their way, all shot down immediately by him.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 06, 2017, 11:23:56 am: Well, he was definitely useful for a lot of things it seemed. Maybe if he turned out to be less of a jackass later on, she might not be opposed to letting him stick around if he wanted. Maybe.

Probably not.

He was at least a damn good gunner; whatever debris she couldn't dodge he was quick to shoot at, which meant she could focus on just the big pieces of ceiling that were coming down around them, clouds of dust engulfing the ship and for a brief moment everything outside of the cockpit was just a strange mauvey color due to the pink tinted glass of the cockpit.

She sucked in a breath and went for it. Her motions were borderline frantic as she punched the various touch screen buttons to initiate the jump to hyperspace. They broke through the clouds of dirt and dust and for a split second the sunlight of the day was almost blinding, and then they were gone in a flash of bright white and aqua light, disappearing from the scene and leaving nothing in their wake.

Reva let out her breath and fell back against her seat, a tunnel of stars and blurred lights swirling around them as they jumped through space and time before coming out on the other end in the black reaches of deep space.

She rubbed her face with her hands before she rubbernecked around her seat to look at Arad, a smirk on her lips. "Not bad. I know plenty of pirates who'd kill to have a marksman like you on board."

She turned back to the front, pulling up a few hologram screens and inputting their new course information; she could only hope that the Syndicate hadn't realized they owned that garage, and that they hadn't put trackers on all of the ships. It was something she couldn't check for right now though, they had to land first--and then they had to see about the trackers inside of Arad as well. She blinked, noticing her hands were trembling as she entered in coordinates, and she grit her teeth.

Well, there went another home. Another safe haven, gone.

She paused for a moment, biting on her lower lip as she tried to push down the waves of anger that threatened to engulf her. It was her own fault for getting involved with this droid, and not taking more precautions. She'd gotten so used to the comforts of their company's name, that nobody would ever dare attack them like that--she knew it wasn't her fault, and that they could rebuild, but still. She'd made a mistake. She shouldn't be making those--not when their lives and jobs were on the line.

But she definitely needed somewhere to take this anger out on--and she knew it was wrong to blame Arad for it. It wasn't like he'd asked her to pick him up out there in space. No, the only thing that deserved anger at all was the Syndicate; so that was where she'd direct it towards.

She guided the ship in the direction of Edanith, the trip would likely take a half an hour. She leaned back in her seat and willed her anger down, telling herself that there would be a time when she should use it, but that time was not now.

"While you're hooked into the ship here, can you tell me if you notice anything that might be the Syndicate's handiwork?" She asked suddenly, trying to distract herself. Her head was throbbing, she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. "Any tracking devices they put on us?"
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 06, 2017, 02:48:44 pm: "So do I," he snarled softly, moving himself up to get the both of them in a more comfortable position, if such a thing was possible. A walking and talking targeting computer. Ofcourse he was an ace of a shot. It would be rather shit programming if he couldn't keep up with the speed he could attain.

Arad craned his neck to her as he noticed a steady rise in her heartbeat. Being connected to her entire ship gave him more or less access to all subsystems. Including her vitals scanner. "Calm down," he stated softly, it wasn't a snarl, or a growl. It was a... Friendly? Could he be friendly? From him. Expressing his concern somewhat.

A soft, cybernetic rattling resounded, as if he was calculating through something. "None that I immediately notice," he stated. "Also. You'll have to take a look at my coolant system." With that note, his overcore expired. His pain inhibitors kicked back in again, as was the general premise of overcore. The pain, and the countless warning signals would send a glitch through the ship, before he tore out the cable, to make sure he didn't destroy it while they were still inside.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 06, 2017, 02:57:20 pm: She hadn't been expecting what he said, the almost... Friendly? Tone of voice. She blinked and her breath hitched for a split second as she started to think How the-- and then realized, of course. He was plugged into the ship, he could see all her vitals. She cursed it in the back of her mind, but he was right. She needed to calm down.

Thankfully, he kept talking, and that gave her something else to focus on.

"Sure, I was planning on taking another look at you when we got to Edanith anyways." She said, blinking and catching the moment where her systems lagged for a moment, and she heard him unplug something, presumably himself.

"You gonna be alright? We're almost there and once we get to the place I have in mind I can get back to work on you, at least for a little bit. First priority is gonna be seeing how we can get rid of that tracker they put on you."

Considering he'd been out there left for dead in the middle of space, she hadn't thought anyone would be using that tracking device she'd noticed in him, so she hadn't bothered to remove it. It wasn't broken so don't fix it, kind of thing. But maybe they could use it as a way to turn the tables, and go hunting for the Syndicate instead. Sure they would still find ways to send soldiers after them, but if they lost precise coordinates, it would at the very least slow them down.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 06, 2017, 03:15:59 pm: "Good," he grunted. And even with the cold, metallic gravel choking voice, pain was obviously laced within. He didn't struggle to speak, but it was clear that he was inin a great deal of pain.

Regardless. Pain didn't infringe his motor functions, so he sat up, turning around slightly to rest one hand her shoulder, the other one being unresponsive by now and dropping in her lap, a clear, radiant red liquid slowly running down said arm. "Where are we now? I didn't check." He inquired. "And I'd appreciate that. Would allow for better planning to strike back."
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 06, 2017, 03:43:17 pm: Even though he'd been a dick earlier, she felt bad when she heard the pain in his voice. She hadn't asked him to use himself like a... Not-human shield earlier, he'd done that on his own. But still, she felt partially responsible even though she knew she shouldn't.

She had turned her head slightly to look at him when he spoke, suddenly finding him surprisingly close as his hand dropped into her lap, suddenly useless it seemed. And perhaps a little too close to her crotch. A slight blush warmed her face as she reached down and gently lifted it, placing it to the side so it could leak coolant somewhere that was not directly on her. He still had a hand on her shoulder though, and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it.

"We're only about 10 minutes now from Edanith," She said, nodding towards the terraformed planet as they approached it. "We have an outpost there in Tynova, but we're going to the frontier. There's an old garage out there we own that nobody's worked with in years, it'll be a good hiding place for now."

Provided the backup generators were still running, and it hadn't been destroyed by sandstorms or whatever. Security systems should still be up though, from what her systems were telling her. The signals were also a little blotchy, though.

Passing through the planet's orbit was a little tough for such a small ship, so it was a rather rocky ride, but it wasn't anything Reva couldn't compensate for in her driving. She already had clearance to enter this planet as she pleased thanks to her job position, so as they neared the red sands and harsh landscape she didn't bother passing through any of the major cities, instead finding her way to a series of canyons that she angled the ship into, the shade engulfing them and instantly the temperature dropped a degree or two in the cockpit as they left the harsh sunlight. She expertly navigated through the tight spaces before they found a cavern in the vertical rock walls, into which a large facility was built, the metal exterior painted with the words "Galley La Co."

She entered in a few commands on one of her screens and a large set of garage doors suddenly started creaking and coming to life, allowing them to glide in and land in the hangar as the doors shut behind them. The lack of windows left them in complete darkness for a few moments as the ship was set lightly down and powered down. The curved pink glass of the cockpit was retracted and Reva stood, using her powers to lift Arad from his seat and take him with her down to the dusty concrete floors as she hopped out.

It was rather cool, the air stagnant; dust was stirred up as their feet touched on the floor. As they did so, a series of outdated overhead light fixtures began flickering on, dim at first but slowly growing in brightness as power started cycling through the facility. The hanger was big enough to house one or two other small ships; at one point this place had been strategically built near a growing town, but a disaster had struck some fifteen years ago and the citizens left, taking business with them. But this place was still good to keep around, mainly for things like this.

Reva assisted Arad if he needed it as they crossed the garage, their steps echoing off the walls rather eerily as they went up a set of metal stairs and Reva opened the door to an office-like area with windows set in to let those inside overlook the goings-on in the garage below.

She set him down in an old swivel chair, telling him to hang on for a few moments while she scrounged around in other areas of the building, connected to them via hallways and doors, for the parts and spare power she needed. She came back with a toolbox and set it on the counter, tossing him an old rag.

"Help me out here and clean yourself up a bit; I just gotta get some power rerouted to the computers in here." She said, nodding to the computer panels set into the counters lining the room, and she pulled some cords from the toolbox as she said this, dropping to her knees near a computer tower to start plugging things in before she left the room again to plug the other ends of the cords into one of the backup generators a few rooms away.

Things started powering up a few moments later, the screens obscured by the gray film of dust covering their glass surfaces, which Reva then used Arad's rag to quickly wipe away when he was finished with it. She turned her attention then to the other pieces of rebar and debris stuck inside of him, and she let out a breath.

"Well, you're a good shield, I'll give you that." She said as she started getting to work on prying the pieces out.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 06, 2017, 04:01:54 pm: "Even the Syndicate would think twice of attacking there," he agreed, pushing himself back in his own seat with, a soft grunt of pain. He found himself hatefully idle. Wounded and no control on the current situation. He glanced down at the jarred plating on his arm and went about to wrenching it out. It served no purpose but damaging him further. Well, he hoped there were similair alloys where they were headed. He'd hate to go out without armour. Vulnerability was something he hated.

He didn't seem to need too much help leaving the ship or walking. Though he did leave a trail of the coolant fluid as he went. Bleeding, like a normal human. It seemed... Oddly poetic. The first time he fought to protect someone else also ended up having him bleed like he would back when he was nothing but a merc low on credits.

He was put down in a chair, given a rag and told to clean himself. And so he complied. Focussing more on getting the blood and gore off of him, rather than the coolant or the sooth. He'd need a new paintjob regardless.

When Reva reached out and grabbed a shard that portruded from his gut, his hand jolted forward to grab her wrist. Insistent. Yet oddly gentle. "Pain... Inhibitors," he reminded her with a soft grunt.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 06, 2017, 04:38:11 pm: His hand was surprisingly warm for being made of metal, but she realized it was likely due to all the activity they'd narrowly escaped not an hour before. Still, his sudden grip caught her off guard and made her heart skip a beat. Pain inhibitors? Oh--Oh. Right.

She pulled her hand back as she reached over and located them, turning them off again as she muttered, "Automatically come back on, huh? Well that's a pain in the ass, literally."

She'd forgotten he was a droid, forgotten he wasn't supposed to feel pain, for a minute there.

She then returned to her work, pulling out the pieces of rebar and assessing the damage, screens popping up around them as she scanned him while she worked, taking note of everything wrong. It was almost as bad as when she'd first found him--not quite, but definitely in the ballpark.

"And here I'd just fixed you, too..." She grumbled, perhaps a little disappointed, judging by the tone of her voice.

Once she'd gotten all the foreign material out of him, it became a matter of locating the tracking device and figuring out how to disassemble it while still making it usable for their own needs. It took a bit of searching before she found it--she eventually had him lay down on a countertop while she started opening panels and taking him apart, unapologetic as she literally buried herself elbow deep in him while she worked. It took a lot of careful precision to release the tracking device without setting anything off, and she let out a breath of air she hadn't realized she'd been holding when she succeeded, removing it from him and setting it on the counter a little ways away, closing up the rest of his panels so he could at least sit up while she worked on disabling it.

"If we're lucky I can get this thing to work to our advantage, so we can track them down instead of the other way around--because I'd sure as shit like to give them a piece of my mind for blowing up my house." She growled; if she'd had fur it would have been bristling right now, and to be completely honest, seeing Reva angry could sometimes be a little bit cute, considering how tiny she was.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 09, 2017, 03:19:01 pm: A bemused, mechanical huff came from Arad. It touched even slightly to being a chuckle. "I guess," came his snarled response. He glanced up at the screens, reaching his hand up to touch one of them, seeing the damage done to him as well.

"Well, we got out in roughly one piece," he grunted softly.

As Reva told him to lay down, so did he, looking up at the ceiling without a word. Elbow deep in his chest. He'd make a comment about her rather blunt approach, but he refrained from it. She was helping him. And to ARAD, it didn't matter all too much. She wasn't going through organs. Just sensitive electronics.

"Fair enough," he answered, glancing over at Reva. "Don't concern yourself. I'll destroy every single one of them. You've done enough."
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 09, 2017, 04:01:47 pm: Roughly in one piece almost seemed like a bit of an overstatement. She just focused for now on disabling and powering down the tracking device, which, after a bit of tinkering, did so with a series of small beeping noises before it turned off completely and she let out a breath.

She stared at it for a second before she slowly looked over at Arad, wincing as she stood up, a painful throb making her head hurt as she reached up and put her hand to her forehead.

"I wouldn't be doing it for you." She elaborated as she stepped back over to him, closing up a few more panels as she brought up her toolbox and started working on fixing the leaks in his system, her head still rhythmically pounding with pain every two or three seconds.

She was hungry, she was tired. She was grumpy. She wondered if Arad had been programmed to feel things like that as well, or if he was suspended in a constant state of feeling nothing at all when his pain inhibitors were turned off.

"Belliel is my boss and my benefactor. If it weren't for her I'd have died twenty years ago, and what happened to her shop today was my fault." It was Reva's fault, for bringing him home and not thinking of any consequences, not taking a project as mysterious as him with utmost seriousness. "I'm responsible for what happened, and now that they know where you were hiding, and who you were with, it wouldn't surprise me at all if they came after our company again if you go missing."

She glanced over at him, shaking her head and dropping her gaze back down to her work as she successfully sautered a few wires and cords back to their correct places. The sparks and heat didn't seem to bother her in the slightest, considering she wasn't even wearing anything to protect her eyes.

What she also didn't mention was that she had plans to implement parts of Arad's technology into some of her future designs, and if this Syndicate was still around to catch wind of it or see it for themselves then all hell would break loose. It'd be much easier to steal their technology to improve upon if they simply weren't around anymore to defend themselves.

"Besides, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say they're what made you end up that way out in space in the first place--if I don't go with you, who's gonna fix you back up so you can keep going after them, huh?"
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 10, 2017, 07:24:12 am: "Not if they know I'm no longer affiliated with your company," came his retort. Ignoring her previous statement. Not doing it for him. An odd thing to say, given he was the one currently being repaired. He knew.just how vengeance worked. "It's a shitstorm. I normally leave people to do their own things, but you don't want a part in this," if he had a face, he'd grimace. "You have friends. Something to live for."

The following was a mechanical blurt that came awfully close to a snicker. "They took everything from me. So now they got a pissed off combat droid with nothing left behind them."

Her final explanation made him chortle softly. His inner machinings lighting up momentarily in a crimson light.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 10, 2017, 09:56:59 am: Reva was politely quiet while he responded; she shook her head. If they were anything like the assholes they seemed to be, she somehow doubted they would just magically leave Galley La alone if they were on the lookout for where he'd have gone, considering they were the last people to see him--and the only people to repair him, as far as she knew.

He said she had friends and something to live for and she couldn't help but let out a humorless laugh, friends, huh? Her boss, her only real friend. She was nice enough to the coworkers and she cared about em sure but she didn't really know any of them beyond what was professional in a workplace setting. She was 34 years old and she had no fucking clue what she was doing with her life. Then again, a lot of people didn't know that, she supposed.

But what he said about them taking everything from him, she paused, looking up at him and setting down her tools for a second.

"Well, I mean... They didn't take everything from you. You still have a bit of your humanity left under that visor of yours."

But then she thought back to when she'd first discovered it; he had seemed almost just as clueless as she had been. She wondered... Did he know? Did he know that the Syndicate, perhaps in a way meant to be cruel, had given him one last gift, one last reminder of what he once was under there: a human, because they had given him a face, presumably one modeled after what he looked like before they tore him apart and put him in a glorified computer with laser guns.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 12, 2017, 12:06:33 pm: He glanced at her as she laughed mirthlessly, then spoke. If he had any functioning eyebrows, he'd frown. But he didn't, so he couldn't. "What do you mean? There's nothing human about me," he let out a soft snarl, more one out of frustration, rather than aggression towards Reva.

He was a murderer. And countless people had seen their death due to his hand. Innocent people he turned his back to. For the simple act of revenge. People that didn't deserve their death, all became small droplets of blood on his hands. And by now, they were soaked in it.

"Whatever's left underneath, it's not a representation," he answered after a brief moment of silence. "I'm no longer human. Everything, sight and sound, is just a program running." His fist, the still functioning one, clenched tightly, the creaking of metal scraping against metal audible. "And a consience," he snarled softly, before shaking his head. "Nah. I think they deleted it."
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 12, 2017, 09:49:28 pm: She stared at him for a moment, listening to his response, before she rolled her eyes. Gods he could be dramatic, couldn't he?

She picked up her tools again and got back to her tinkering, unscrewing a panel to check on something damaged inside and start replacing it, mostly just wiring.

"Look even I'm part human and I'm no saint. Humanity has nothing to do with having a conscience, because I think at this stage of the game the universe has fucked itself over enough ain't none of us going to some place like Heaven when we finally crash and burn."

Reva spoke with a rather bored drawl to her tone of voice, it was a philosophy she'd adopted many years ago.

"I've killed hundreds of people, probably thousands by now. I still have a conscience, though, and besides--you're not just a droid, Arad."

She closed the panel, put the screws back in and suddenly left for a moment. There was a kind of clattering noise to be heard in another room, and then she came back, carrying a mirror as she set it on the counter for a moment before she reached around and found the switch to lift his visor. Once his synthetic human face was revealed, much like it had been the first time she powered him on, she pulled over her chair, set her foot on the seat and put the mirror on her knee so he could look at himself.

Resting her arm on the top of the mirror, she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Like I said, you still have a little bit of your humanity left under that visor."

She was quiet for a moment, letting it sink in for the droid before she asked,

"What are you gonna do after you burn down the Syndicate, Arad? Have you ever thought about that? Ever thought that maybe you don't have to be the monster they made in that facility?"

He still had free will. He could still choose.

They hadn't taken everything. So at least there was that.
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Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 16, 2017, 04:39:27 am: "I'm not talking about saints. I know I ain't one," Arad snarled in response, shaking his head. "And hell? I don't believe in that shit. Heaven and hell. Sure, we've got angels and demons. But an afterlife?" He shook his head. "I'm a program. Programs don't have souls."

His hand jolted to life momentarily, before ceasing again, due to one of the wires she touched a tad too carelessly. "I'm not sure how many. But I'll be damned if they all deserved it." He was a mass murderer, a serial killer, a sociopath and recently also attempted genocide. He had his reasons. But still.

He sat up as she left, wondering just what her plan was. Probably getting some more tools. Though he'd have appreciated the sentiment of telling him. Well, this wasn't a social call. As she leaned forward to take off the visor. He looked in the mirror. A finely, actuated face. His lips seemed to visibly tremble. And the dim lights between the cracks of the plating on his face seemed to light up slightly. Melancholy? He blinked momentarily, reaching up to touch his own lips.

It was cold. Metallic. As was everything to him. And he couldn't feel anything right now. It was either pain as a warning system, or nothing. He shook his head. "Just a stupid design choice," he murmured, before looking up to Reva. "Never considered it," he said, clenching his fist, hopping down. "I'm a monster already. Drawn to war. Even before I became what I am now."
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 16, 2017, 08:59:01 pm: Well. Hardly the touching moment she'd wondered it might be, but that wasn't any of her business. She set the mirror down as he got off of the counter, despite the fact that she wasn't finished fixing him up yet. He was at least patched up enough for the most part that he wasn't leaking everywhere, so she didn't shove him back onto the metaphorical operating table this time.

Instead she just watched him carefully for a moment, before looking away and shaking her head.

"Well you know what they say. Never too late to change, and all that." But what he'd said about being a program did strike a bit of a cord with her; he was right. He was artificial--if there was an afterlife, he'd never experience it.

If anything, the real Arad, whoever he was, would already be experiencing it right now. He'd died a long time ago, only for this copy of him to take his place. What an interesting phenomena--again, it reminded her of a very old video game she'd played once. SOMA, if she was recalling correctly.

She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the counter as she watched him do.. Whatever it was he thought he was gonna do. She wasn't really sure what else she could say to him, honestly. His life was something nobody could figure out for him, and she knew that all too well.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 17, 2017, 07:11:26 pm: He took the mirror and carefulky placed it down on the metapvorical surgical table, before moving ober to grab his visor again. With a soft hiss, he snapped it in place again. "It is easier to be a faceless monster," he stated with a soft snarl, glancing at Reva over his shoulder. "It makes killing easier. Makes the decisions easier." But, should killing someone ever be easy? These were all thoughts he had beforeto. Thoughts he shoved away because he was too busy with either fighting or running.

Now, he had time. To think and plot. To be caught up by his thoughts and memories once more. Without a word, he moved towards the exit. "Thanks," came a soft snarl as he took a moment to stop. The worst part about this was that he was growing fond of the girl. And when he grew fond of something, it was added weight. Comfort, albeit unescessary and restricting. Or so he told himself.

"But don't get involved any further. You fixed me. I owe you. So I will warn you," resting his hand on the door, he glanced at Reva. "It will only get more dangerous. And soon, they will send people after me that actually know what they're doing. You can turn away still." He honestly had no idea why he even offered a choice. Others involved were either met with a snarl or a night time disappearance. So why did he feel compelled to grant her a choice he didn't provide others?
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: Cheesigator on March 17, 2017, 08:42:26 pm: Well, he was right about that; it was definitely easier to take lives away when you separated yourself from those you were killing. Accepting your monstrosity made it seem less like you were committing a moral crime, for some odd reason.

She watched him cross the room and pause in the doorway, and he turned to look at her.

She studied him carefully for a moment, before she came up with a response.

"I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, thank you. I want to wipe the floor with their fucking faces, so let me help you." She growled; she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Too dangerous her fuckin ass, she knew how to hold her own in a fight perfectly gods damned well and he should be able to put that together in that droid brain of his. Let them send in better soldiers--she hadn't gotten into a real good brawl in years.

Yknow, it was kind of funny, she realized this whole thing had given her more real excitement in her life than she'd had for a while. She was almost excited for it. Excited for a big showdown, to run in there guns a' blazin' with the idea that they were fighting for something, as small and immature as it was.
Title: Re: Pain isn't a factor any longer [M] [TW] [Cheesy!]
Post by: ARAD V1.0 on March 18, 2017, 02:13:49 am: He kept looking at Reva for another moment as she spoke, before nodding. "Then an ally it is," he finally concluded, taking a step back from the door, glancing around to find any kind of cloth that was big enough to envelop him. He moved over to a drawer and pulled it open, finding a piece of fabric that would do. He pulled it out and made it into a makeshift cloak. A dim, red light radiating through the fabric.

"We're headed into town," he suggested, looking up at Rena, before moving over. "Get a feel for the land. Where we can run to, where I can fight, escape routes and such," his hand traveled down to his side. And he opened a secret compartiment open, pulling out a small laser pistol.

"This is advanced stuff, safety's on the left side." He flipped the blaster around. "It's something I barely use. Give it back when it's out of charge," he explained. Pointing at a small slider on the side. "This is to adjust the power. Anti personnel to anti armour. It's in the lowest now." He flicked the small pistol around in his hand. "It'll come in useful when telekinesis fails for some reason," He took a step back, before turning to the door with a soft, mechanical grunt, pulling up a hood from the cloak and putting it on. "Though, your telekinesis is impressive." He had seen others before, but she was on a seperate level of those. She hadn't seen any that could pull missiles out of the air. "Ready to go?"