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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Jun 19, 2016 6:27:18 GMT
"Frau Widowmaker," said Wolfram von Eschen seriously. "I can't blame you for playing with the thought of strangling that arrogant Frenchman Lestrange. Most of people who have unfortunate experience meeting him do that, including me, so I would have been worried if that didn't occurred. But the rest you told makes me worry indeed. I'd suggest further and more deep discussion about those suppressed feelings you have inside and find a way to release them in harmless way, Frau Widowmaker. I will be frank with you and cut the unnecessary crap because I respect you and have experienced same situation. Suppressing negative feelings may end up with sudden outburst. It happened to me. My outburst was kind of harmless kind - I spent several years in loneliness, not to mention getting drunk on regular basis to turn myself off from thinking until I changed atmosphere. And hemisphere. And my way of life, when I was convinced to join the team. Now I am trying to live everything inside out, instead living everything outside in. I dare to believe, that I have managed to achieve pretty good results too, Frau Widowmaker. Now it's my chance to help others once more. So what do you say about living up a bit? And having a little therapy session with a former sullen one who managed to break himself relatively free from the burden of the past?" Wolfram smiled and continued: "Now, when we have created more...confident atmosphere in this room, I do believe that we have an opportunity for beginning our therapy as well, because I will be your advisor while the rest of the team is on their mission. As a little precaution, I would recommend getting a dummy to your office as a first thing. Why, you may ask? Just to relieve your stress, Frau Widowmaker. Japanese practised that method quite long ago by providing their factories and facilities with rubber dummies, resembling their superiors. Those little yellow bastards obviously knew what they were doing, because after long day at work where superiors kept nagging, ordering and pushing you around, you went to the gym and beat up familiar looking dummy, thus releasing your anger. After that session the chance that something, in this particular case it was Marcel's list of demands, triggers an outburst was reduced. Instead of constant self restraining the steam was released and everyone gained from that - that worker, his family and the company as well, because worker returned peacefully to the grind and kept doing his work and bring profits. It is just a suggestion thought, but I do think that it might be at least a bit helpful for a start to avoid worse scenarios."  Then he added with a grin: "I wouldn't be worried about looking like dummy when beating one up. It is proven that eccentrics have longer and better lives. Especially when they don't give a damn what others might think about them. I do hope that you are not going to strangle ME now. It would be a pity, because I just started my life after all!" |
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Post by Sandy Bell on Jun 19, 2016 10:29:22 GMT
co·in·ci·dence
kōˈinsədəns/Submit
noun
1.
a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.
"it's no coincidence that this new burst of innovation has occurred in the free nations"
synonyms: accident, chance, serendipity, fortuity, providence, happenstance, fate; a fluke
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2.
correspondence in nature or in time of occurrence.
"the coincidence of interest between the mining companies and certain politicians"
synonyms: co-occurrence, coexistence, conjunction, simultaneity, contemporaneity, concomitance.
There are many coincidences in life, some which combine into memorable events and others that do not, although we often do not know if they will become the former until history takes over:
Sandy's Bell's body glistened with sweat from mutual exertion as she and Volodja Uljanov lay naked intertwined under the covers on the bed in their stateroom on the Vigilant. Sandy was just wondering if Volodja was up to another sexual romp, and a big grin had just crossed Sandy's tanned pretty face when she saw that he was, evidenced by the way the covers tented in his groin area, when Lexy appeared at the foot of their bed. Sandy grimaced and quickly scrambled to pull up the covers to her chin, making sure her pert bosom was covered from the Vigilant AI's sight, for Lexy's holgram always appeared as a small Castithan child, and actually was one in many ways.
"Time to get up Uncle Volo," Said Lexy cheerfully in a singsong voice, her cute face aglow with satisfaction. "I got all the stuff you want done, DONE!"
"He WAS almost up," Muttered Sandy under her breath, then saying with an only somewhat forced smile, "Lexy, it is always polite to knock before entering someone's bed room. You never know WHAT you might be interrupting."
"OK Aunt Sandy," Said Lexy, not at all sure of the reason for the request but always happy to please her many parental units.
Sandy sighed heavily, stealing a final kiss from Volodja before they both had to get dressed and go back to work, exclaiming with false excitement and with a lopsided smile, "Duty calls!"
Not far away, as Sandy and Volodja's sexual interlude was ending, Marcel Lestange and Lena Marr were just starting a call of their own - a booty call - in a broom closet just outside the hangar where the Vigilant was being prepared for flight. Marcel was indeed impressed not to mention pleased at Lena's nimbleness, and could swear she was a contortionist, or even double jointed, as he witnessed and participated in her sexual maneuvers. As she sat nude on a pail facing him and he had just struck a rhythm of movement upon entering her, he suddenly felt the pressure and unexpected painful pleasure of a mop's handle entering HIM from behind. Since he could feel both of her hands on his shoulders, feeling her fingernails cutting into the flesh there, he could only think that it had to be her dainty chalk white feet that were not only maneuvering the mop into position but then thrusting it forward into such pleasurable pain.
A floor up in the conference room outside Fortress Kshaa's War Room, Erika Widowmaker curtly nodded in agreement to Dr. Wolfram Von Eshen's psychiatric treatment plan for her bouts of fear and anger, although not sure how it would help either. Still when she got up from the conference table after thanking him for his time, she immediately got on her hailer to ask Chris Robet, the chief of the base's Operations and Maintenance office, to deliver a punching bag to the War Room. With that task done as she entered the War Room, she took her seat on the command chair, immediately surveying the area around Fortress Kshaa through its many outside perimeter cameras to make sure no new enemy attack was being readied.
Several miles away from Fortress Kshaa, a car driven by Atticus Batman was lessening the distance between them with every second. His two passengers in the back of the car, Lady Christianna and Belle Starr 2.0, both looked out their respective side windows, lost in thoughts of their own. Neither Belle 2.0 nor her namesake ever liked too much silence, so she decided to break it.
"Well, since no one believes I'm the real Belle Starr but me," Began Belle 2.0 still staring wistfully out the passenger window, "I guess I better circle the wagons and figure out what y'all should call me until I prove I'm me!"
"Been calling you Belle 2.0," Commented Lady as she turned her pretty chalk white face with a Mona Lisa smile towards Belle 2.0.
"Well, just yuck! If I'm not a robot, which I'm not, I sure as shooting will feel like one by the end of the day if that's all y'all call me," Answered Belle 2.0 with undisguised disdain, then her pale brow furrowed as her blue diamond eyes narrowed in concentration, "My middle name is Jennifer - but I've always HATED that name, at least hung around my neck, so... double yuck to that! Hmmm... how about using my initials for my moniker? NO, not BS, sillies, but how about BJ? I kind of like that!"
Lady blinked her large pink eyes and her enigmatic smile deepened in approval as BJ smiled warmly, but then her beautiful freckled face took on a serious look again as she stared at Atticus through the rear view mirror in the center of the car's dash, commenting, "Hey Atticus, I just remembered where I saw a picture of what looked like your armor before - it was on a wanted poster for some bushwhacker hanging up above Law Keeper Cooper's desk! Y'all wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 19, 2016 10:46:54 GMT
I kept true to my word and took in the panoramic view of the landscape from my high vantage point, while still keeping an ey on Vo and Belle 2.0 while they talked. Then almost immediately after they finished, Belle 2.0 suddenly dove off the overhang, giving Vo a momentary start, but she jumped and grabbed one protruding piece of metal after another, swinging like a spider monkey down to the base of the bridge, whereupon once out of his sight, she dropped to her knees, hiding her face in her pale hands as she began to weep. Lady Christianna gently floated down after her, become substantial as she landed, dropping to her knees also in front of the crying girl, hugging her in sympathy.
From my vantage point I was still able to follow 2.0's movements and noticed as Lady became fully substantial and visible near the now crying young woman. As I watched to make sure Lady would indeed be alright, I once again took a brief look at the view. While down below, as Belle 2.0 began a fit of crying again, Lady held her tight, but contacted me and Vo via our EGO implants suggesting, "Atticus, please bring the car up. Belle best come back to base with us," then thought sagely to herself, "Unfortunately pain is part of the human experience."
I merely replied to my lovely wife, "Will do Tianna."
Then as I stood and secured my gear to my armor, I contacted Vo via EGO and said, "Comforting is still not all that natural to me, so I hope you don't expect it here. However, if there is one thing I know from my long relationship with darkness and hatred, it is this: 'Without darkness one cannot know the Light.' and I would assume the opposite holds true as well. So consider that while you take a couple minutes to yourself if you need it, and we will see you aboard the Vigilant when you are ready."
Then I stepped to the ledge I was near and leaned back and free-fell off it. As I fell closer to the ground I mentally counted to myself, then I raised a gauntleted hand and launched a grapple hook from it. It hit target and tightened just in time for me to pull myself upright and land safely in a crouched position to soften the blow of my dramatic landing. Then I pushed a button on a small device in my belt which caused a small explosion protruding from the head of the grapple line. It was so small and subtle that it was unnoticeable to those around but did the job it was created to do, which was to extract the small grapple hook from where it was attached to a surface. So within seconds it was free, and I had my hook and line retracted back into my gauntlet.
Then I quickly jogged to the silver challenger, replacing my Sniper rifle and scope in the trunk. As soon as that was done, I drove it up to where Lady and Belle 2.0 were. I got out and opened the passenger door, then started toward the young ladies. As I approached slowly, to show that I was not currently a threat, I held my hands out palm side up and said simply, "Eseneziri."
Then I offered an outstretched hand to both women to help them to their feet if they wanted it. After I helped them both to their feet and they both chose to get in back, I closed the passenger door, after lovingly brushing a hand across Lady's cheek. Then I went around to the other side and got in and headed back to the Fortress.
A little while later, still several miles away from Fortress Kshaa, the car driven by me was lessening the distance between them with every second. My two passengers in the back of the car, Lady Christianna and Belle Starr 2.0, both looked out their respective side windows, lost in thoughts of their own. Neither Belle 2.0 nor her namesake ever liked too much silence, so she decided to break it.
"Well, since no one believes I'm the real Belle Starr but me," Began Belle 2.0 still staring wistfully out the passenger window, "I guess I better circle the wagons and figure out what y'all should call me until I prove I'm me!"
"Been calling you Belle 2.0," Commented Lady as she turned her pretty chalk white face with a Mona Lisa smile towards Belle 2.0.
"Well, just yuck! If I'm not a robot, which I'm not, I sure as shooting will feel like one by the end of the day if that's all y'all call me," Answered Belle 2.0 with undisguised disdain, then her pale brow furrowed as her blue diamond eyes narrowed in concentration, "My middle name is Jennifer - but I've always HATED that name, at least hung around my neck, so... double yuck to that! Hmmm... how about using my initials for my moniker? NO, not BS, sillies, but how about BJ? I kind of like that!"
Lady blinked her large pink eyes and her enigmatic smile deepened in approval as BJ smiled warmly, but then her beautiful freckled face took on a serious look again as she stared at Atticus through the rear view mirror in the center of the car's dash, commenting, "Hey Atticus, I just remembered where I saw a picture of what looked like your armor before - it was on a wanted poster for some bushwhacker hanging up above Law Keeper Cooper's desk! Y'all wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
I kept my eyes ahead as I said calmly, "Yes BJ. I would, and it is quite simple as to why it looked me. That is an old poster of me. It still even hangs where you last saw it, as Pooper is still obsessed with me. My current armor is an updated and more upgraded version. Also if you were to see that poster now, you would see the word "PARDONED" stamped on it from corner to corner, as I was pardoned over a year ago when I helped Belle Starr stop a Volge invasion of the area, even though it almost cost me my life and changed me in many ways. I am even married with children and in command of our Fortress."
Then I slowed enough to remove a gauntlet and glove and raised my hand up enough for her to see my wedding band, which of course was similar to Lady's ring, as I continued with, "Things tend to change over time, even the most dark and hateful can eventually see the light. As such, one of those things turned out to be me, thanks to first meeting Belle and becoming open to the light. Then by meeting my 'Heart and Soul.' Lady can even show you the wedding photos and our children, if you don't believe it. Isn't that right, my Snow Angel?"
Then as BJ, formerly Belle 2.0 seemed to sit there shocked and speechless as she glanced back and forth between Lady and me, I put my glove and gauntlet back on and resumed my previous speed, still not bothering to look back.
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 19, 2016 14:13:28 GMT
"I like to try new things," said Marcel when they had a break, caressing Lena's body. "And now I have a personal experience what is like to be in a closet, Honeypot. In every possible way, I guess. For the record - nobody else can not get away with that, because Marcel Lestrange does no like to be fucked by anybody except Lena Marr," he added before kissing her passionately. "I do hope that you are not mind when I enter through the back door as well. You will show me yours, I will show you mine, but only if you want to," he continued when they changed positions, so Lena could bend over.
Marcel adjusted mop handle with his hand so Lena could lean to it and use it as an assistant Marcel for her neither region if she wants to, and squeezed his long but not so thin baguette between Lena's firm and tight buns, ready to act, but only when Lena allows him. Marcel Lestrange, that same Marcel Lestrange who was used to get what he wanted, could not force his beloved Lena Marr do something she actually might not like to do and that is why he waited her response, ready to back off if she says "No" but since there was not any, he continued pleasuring Lena with the help of a new game, called "Marcel the Double Impaler"...
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jun 19, 2016 16:12:41 GMT
When Atticus Batman stopped the car in Fortress Kshaa's hangar, parking near the Vigilant, he exited the car and hurried to open the passenger door for his wife, Lady Christianna. They embraced and exchanged a long heartfelt kiss, as BJ Starr, formerly Belle 2.0 came out of the car from the other side, making a pointed effort not to watch them as they did. "Tianna, I had your bags and Crimefighter already loaded on the Vigilant, so you can go ahead and embark onto the Vigilant if you wish," Remarked Atticus, "I have a few last minute preparations and will join you on the Vigilant's bridge after I have taken care of them." "TYVM," Answered Lady with an enigmatic smile, "But waiting for the twins." As if on cue, Erika Widowmaker, Atticus' sister and temporary commander of Fortress Kshaa while the strike team of Protectors would be on mission, walked up with a nurse pushing a double-stroller holding the Batman's twin babies, Cosmin and Caprice. As Erika exchanged pleasantries with Atticus and her sister-in-law, Caprice was already making noises that she wanted to be picked up, while her brother Cosmin slept sucking on his small pacifier. With a warm smile on her beautiful freckled face, BJ sashayed to the stroller, bending over with her pale hands on her knees and peeking into the stroller, accompanied by longing stares at the blond beauty's shapely rear end, and at least one cat-call from appreciative members of the loading crew. As Atticus glared threateningly at them, Sandy Bell, having re-assumed her supervising duties just before Atticus' party had arrived back at base, rushed out from inside the cargo bay of the Vigilant where she had been checking the supplies, quickly yelled at the offending loading crew members to get back to work. As Sandy joined the small group of Protectors around the baby carriage, she stood in front of Atticus and apologized, "Sorry sir! I'll write up a reprimand on those guys before we go." Atticus merely gave her a curt nod as BJ turned to Lady, seemingly oblivious to the commotion she inadvertently caused, and asked with a warm smile, "May I pick her up?" "Suuuure, just be careful" Answered Lady, only slightly hesitant, more for BJ's safety than Caprice's, for Lady knew the potential mischief her daughter was capable of. Lady uttered a sigh of relief when BJ gently picked up Caprice and Caprice merely gurgled in infantile pleasure, even more so when BJ began to speak baby talk while rocking Caprice in her arms, so Lady praised BJ saying, "Natural." "Thanks for the compliment, she's as cute as a button," Answered BJ, but her smile soon vanished as she went on sadly, "I always hoped that Vo and I would someday... anyway, maybe I'll have one of my own in the not-so-near future! According to Dr. Orion's analysis, I have the biological plumbing, and my own genes to add to the mix, to get pregnant and have a baby," BJ laughed as her warm smile reappeared, "But not for a long time now! Places to go, people to see, if y'all know what I mean! I don't know that I could handle a life of adventure AND a family life, although y'all seem to balance the two successfully!" "Hard. Not impossible," Lady smiled her Mona Lisa smile as she picked up the Cosmin and began his feeding, who instinctively suckled even while asleep, then turned her pink eyes to Atticus who glared menacingly at any of the loading crew that even glanced her way, as she replied, "Have great help." Not far away in a broom closet near the hangar, Lena Marr, nude, sweaty and dusty, for the closet had not been even opened in some time, was impossibly intertwined with an equally naked Marcel Lestrange and various cleaning utensils on the closet's floor. Both were gasping, not only from the dust they disturbed that floated in the air around them, but also from the many frantic and fantastic sexual activities they had pursued in the confined space of the broom closet in a relatively short amount of time. Lena's lush lips formed a small pout with a sudden realization, remarking, "Now I need ANOTHER shower," But the frown mercurially changed to her normal wicked grin as she added, "But the was SOOOO much drekking fun!" A mischievous glint appeared in Lena's unblinking sky-blue eyes, one that Marcel was beginning to recognize as often portending some outrageous act by Lena as she scooped up her clothes from the closet's floor and blurred stark naked out the door, leaving it wide open as she yelled behind her, "Meet you in our cabin on the Vigilant Pooh Bear!"  Erika had excused herself from the group and was headed back to the base's War Room to pursue her duties when Lena flashed by, but Erika neither broke her stride nor looked back at the young naked Castithan, but merely shook her head once as she transmitted to Lena's EGO psyche, Hope, the specific coordinates of Lena's quarters on the Vigilant, sure that Lena did not have them and not wanting the naked girl to be streaking all over the ship trying to find her cabin. BJ's pale jaw fell as Lena passed by, putting a manicured hand belatedly over little Caprice's green eyes, who merely giggled at the sight. Lady's enigmatic smile remained as she continued feeding Cosmin, who didn't open his eyes, even when Lena yelled, "Hi Lady!" as she sped by. When Lena raced through the Vigilant's cargo bay amid numerous catcalls and cheers from the loading crew, Sandy's big blue eyes grew bigger, then busied herself with getting the men working there back on their chores. Lena found her and Marcel's stateroom before her EGO's blur charge expired, quickly opening the door and charging into the bath room, twisting the water handles of the shower so that the temperature would be just the way Marcel liked it when he arrived, before relaxing in the falling warm water and uttering a big, "Ahhhhhh!" Meanwhile, Erika passed the open closet on her way to the War Room, her jade eyes glancing briefly into it as she went, saying in a monotone without breaking her pace, "Get your pants on Marcel." |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 19, 2016 19:40:51 GMT
Instead of answering right away, Marcel Lestrange stuck his hand into the pile of his clothes, dug out one of his cigarettes, tossed it between his thin lips, lit it with his golden lighter and blew out a smoke cloud. He left the closet, put hands behind back of his head and swung his hips lightly. Then he told with devilish grin: "I could say that it is not a big deal, but I would be obviously lying then. Nothing is small when Lena and I are involved. Nothing is small about her. Nothing is small about me. Quite opposite. I am quite resourceful so I have nothing to be ashamed of. And what we did there was natural and if anyone should complain, then it should be Lena and me, because janitor has not cleaned this closet for ages. I would seriously considering firing that person for not doing job - keeping places clean, starting with own closet. But I do not want to argue, so..."  He fulfilled Erika's order and put his trousers on, but did not bothered do the same thing with rest of his clothes. Why bother if he had to take them off for a shower anyway and if you have well built and buffed body, like Marcel had, then NOT showing his well formed set of body muscles would have been a real sin. Marcel tossed his dusty shirt over his broad shoulder and walked slowly to their cabin in "Vigilant" making sure that he manages to finish his cigarette before entering. Marcel also made sure that Lena would see him before he threw his shirt to the closest lean chair, unzipped his pants, let them fall to the floor, stepped out from them and joined Lena in shower. |
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Post by Vo Kshaa on Jun 20, 2016 8:27:47 GMT
After Belle 2.0 swung out of Vo's sight he felt like he was run over by a train and definitely not the Mag-Lev one. Belle 2.0's word made perfect sense and he could not deny that he had just broken a heart of the girl who truly loved him. He was glad that this synth woman didn't show any suicidal or homicidal tendencies as he feared he could do, but the moral hit he caused her was hardly a better outcome. Vo thought of how many more people he'd have to hurt so deep before he could finally reunite with the woman he truly loved who might as well decide he does not deserve his life at all after all that happened between him and her synth copy.
"Comforting is still not all that natural to me," He heard a message from Atticus, "So I hope you don't expect it here. However, if there is one thing I know from my long relationship with darkness and hatred, it is this: 'Without darkness one cannot know the Light.' and I would assume the opposite holds true as well. So consider that while you take a couple minutes to yourself if you need it, and we will see you aboard the Vigilant when you are ready."
"Thanks Atticus," Vo replied, "Taffer likes to say that every light casts a shadow, so now I know what to reply to him."
He started the engine of his ATV and reversed to make a three-point turn, following a V-shaped beam he always used for that and boosted all the way down, using the twisted railing of the bridge as a ramp to bypass the extrusion of the bridge floor which threatened to stop his ATV dead on its way. He let the boost system to gain some charge and cool down as he drove al the way towards the end of the bridge where he boosted again using a steep hill as another ramp to jump off the bridge and land on a dirt road which ran from Bug'n'Chug to the ford and further towards the still functioning part of the bridge.
He followed the roller Atticus drove towards Fortress Kshaa, keeping the distance so that its passengers didn't see him and entered the Fortress grounds a minute after the roller did. He drove his ATV straight to one of the Vigilant's cargo bay doors and parked his ATV among others at the ship's storage. His belongings were already transferred to the ship so al he had to do was to check his Infiltrator suit he used at their space mission and which, as he thought, could work as heavy battle armor as well.
After that was done, Vo headed to the engine room. Their next voyage was going to be long, the weather conditions were expected to be extreme, and the battle was going to be hard. Taking the responsibility on ship's engine function, he had to be sure they were working in their top condition and there were a complete set of spare parts on board to perform any repairs if needed.
"Taf, if possible, could you please not put me in the same group with our synth girl?" He sent to his friend. "I think I've hurt her enough already with the revelation, no need to put her through more."
"Got it Vo, I'll keep you away from each other. Does it mean it all went fine and she's still in our team?"
"I wouldn't call it 'fine' in any way, but she's with us and I didn't notice anything unexpected happening to her. I just hope someday she could ditch the personality she was induced with and start her own life like Synth Sandy did."
"Anyway, I think it's time for everyone in our team to know who our Belle 2.0 is and our Commander's stance on it. Thanks for the job well done friend."
"Well, I guess we both know I'd rather never do such a thing I had to do. But we also know I'd do that again if I had to. Thank me later when we get our Belle home."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 20, 2016 11:40:09 GMT
"Thanks for the compliment, she's as cute as a button," Answered BJ, but her smile soon vanished as she went on sadly, "I always hoped that Vo and I would someday... anyway, maybe I'll have one of my own in the not-so-near future! According to Dr. Orion's analysis, I have the biological plumbing, and my own genes to add to the mix, to get pregnant and have a baby," BJ laughed as her warm smile reappeared, "But not for a long time now! Places to go, people to see, if y'all know what I mean! I don't know that I could handle a life of adventure AND a family life, although y'all seem to balance the two successfully!"
"Hard. Not impossible," Lady smiled her Mona Lisa smile as she picked up the Cosmin and began his feeding, who instinctively suckled even while asleep, then turned her pink eyes to Atticus who glared menacingly at any of the loading crew that even glanced her way, as she replied, "Have great help."
I looked at Lady and said, "I am glad you think so, even though I still have my doubts about my usefulness there."
Just then a very naked Lena flashed by, and BJ's pale jaw fell as Lena passed by, putting a manicured hand belatedly over little Caprice's green eyes, who merely giggled at the sight. Lady's enigmatic smile remained as she continued feeding Cosmin, who didn't open his eyes, even when Lena yelled, "Hi Lady!" as she sped by. As Lena raced through the Vigilant's cargo bay amid numerous catcalls and cheers from the loading crew, Sandy's big blue eyes grew bigger, then busied herself with getting the men working there back on their chores.
Then I said, "Well as you can see it certainly isn't boring or predictable here. Especially when Lena and Lestrange stop by. Which reminds me... I am afraid I must get back to work and wrap some things up before we ship out. So I do hope you are fine with Lady giving you a tour of the Vigilant and getting you some quarters, while I am busy."
After Lady said she had it handled and BJ said she was alright with it, I raised my helm and gave Lady a quick but loving kiss and then leant down and kissed Cosmin on his head while he continued to latch onto his mother's breast in his sleep, making sure I 'accidently' kissed the side of Lady's breast as well, since my head was right there anyway and I love every part of my sexy wife, and want to make sure she never doubts that. Then moved closer to BJ Starr, and I leant over and kissed Caprice's head and gave her a quick tickle, as she squirmed happily in BJ's arms. Once that was done, I adjusted my helm again, then walked over to the silver Challenger and removed my sniper rifle from it's trunk and slung it over my shoulder, before a crew-man moved the car. Once that was done, I left the hangar and headed for my home bunker.
On my way, I sent Taffer an EGO message. "Taffer we are back and she agreed to help us. However Vo seemed to take it as hard as she did. while everyone else is finishing their preparations, I have a couple of things to wrap up here. However I will be on the Bridge shortly in case anybody needs anything. I think that as soon as all preparations are done that you will need to assemble the team on the Vigilant, so I can officially introduce everybody to our new team members. Speaking of which, our new synthetic friend has decided on a new name for herself. She has asked that we call her BJ Starr as she is not fond of the 2.0 designation or Belle's middle name, although she is still in denial about being synthetic and therefor not the real Belle."
As I finished my EGO conversation with Taffer I walked into my home bunker. Then I went into my control room where I accessed the files I had been studying in great detail while hunting down the specialist for Lena Marr. I looked it over again to make sure I had all of my available information there. Then I transferred a copy of it to my Command console aboard the Vigilant. Once that was done I went up to my Lizard, Caraid's, lizard habitat (room) and made sure she would have plenty of food and that her auto-feeding and watering systems were still working perfectly. Then I gave her a treat, before making sure that everything Lady and I would need was indeed already transferred to our stateroom aboard the Vigilant.
Once that was done, I went the Fortress and stopped in the War Room so I could check with Chloe to see if she had anymore of the information I needed. Once that was done, I transferred what little new info she had on my search to my Command Console aboard the Vigilant as well. Then I talked to my sister for a few minutes, as I was very glad to have her back, before finally heading back to the Vigilant.
On the way there I sent Lena and Lestrange an EGO message, "Lena, Lestrange, I have been informed by my sister that you agreed to help on our current rescue mission, so I suppose that is one less thing I need to worry about. However, I do have some information on that specialist you asked me to track down. I am going to the Vigilant now and will be on the bridge sorting through all the stuff to verify my findings, but I am certain I have found a concrete lead on him. So meet me on the Bridge when you are ready to discuss it and anything else that you two may want to discuss with me, like for instance Lena's encounter with the VERY unfortunate and VERY late Aveis Havph."
Before long I was on the Vigilant's bridge, but Kaj wasn't there, like I expected him to be. Tasha Yar told me that he was in Engineering going over some last minute details there, so she had the bridge. I merely replied with, "Very well, Miss Yar. I have some important files to look through on my command console. So just carry on with your tasks and let me know if you need anything, or if I am in the way."
As she nodded in acknowledgement, I went to my secure console and loaded up my information and resumed sorting through the documents that were dug up during my search on Doctor Euthanasius Todt.
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Post by Lena Marr on Jun 21, 2016 2:30:18 GMT
 All eyes were on Lena Marr as she strutted confidently onto the Vigilant's bridge in the scanty forty-first century outfit that was so tight it left little to the imagination, followed by Marcel who swaggered after her. Her pretty chalk white face was impassive, her cold sky blue eyes showing no emotion, and her stride measured and without hurry. Only her heart beating like a jack-hammer gave any indication of her anxiousness over this meeting with Commander Atticus Batman. As Lena leaned seductively on his computer console, making sure he had full view of her ample bosom's cleavage, a wicked grin appeared on the young Castithan woman's face as she said in a sultry voice that could be heard by all the bridge crew, "I have something in my bra I think you'll want to see!" Lena suddenly stood straight up thrusting her pert breasts forward, curving her back so that her shapely rump thrust backwards while placing one alabaster forefinger to the corner of her lush lips as she rolled her unblinking eyes as if in deep thought, saying in mock surprise, "Hmmm... that didn't come out like I meant it to!" Although Lena had said it exactly as she wanted to, but her sky blue eyes and her wicked smile widened as she pointed the same chalk white forefinger into the air while declaiming, "I know! You show me yours, and I'll show you mine!" "Get on with it Lena," Grumbled Atticus in his raspy voice. "Holy fish nets Batman, you're no fun all," replied Lena with a frown, disappointed that he was ending her fun, then reaching into the secret pocket of her bra where she also kept her small switchblade knife she affectionately called "Stabee," taking out a small data-stick hidden there and tossing it to him, "Here you go! After the late-not-so-great Hauph-man died from too much screwing - get it, I killed him with a screw driver... never mind, no one ever gets my jokes! Anyway, wanting to make sure he didn't damage the computer in the base's hangar that he had been fiddling around with, I checked it out and this data stick just happened to fall into my hand. So I secured it after making sure it didn't release a computer virus or malware or maybe a chocolate chip cookie or two into your computer, but guess what? Not-so-great was retrieving the schematics about this very ship, not from your computer, but the old Dark Matter server attached to your computer system! It was encrypted, I broke it because I was bored, and lickety-split, it's all yours for the small price of the doctor's location who can save my life and the Protector's help in getting him!" Lena broke her pose, standing stiffly in front of him with a worried look on her normally impassive chalk white face as she added in a low serious tone meant only for his ears, "Or if you prefer, here is a gift of good will. I have no idea why Havph wanted it, but I'm betting if you compare it with your schematics of the Vigilant, you'll find something in the Dark Matter one that isn't on yours, and something that Havph's employers either want or want to exploit. I'm only guessing, but as a former spy, it's an educated guess," Lena visibly gulped, the next words obviously hard for her to say as she reached behind her, grabbing Marcel's hand for moral support, "Please tell me you found the doctor I need, you've retrieved him, and he is now talking to Dr. Orion about my treatment, because... I'm running out of time here and me and Marcel have exhausted all our leads on a cure for this brain virus I have. I love Marcel and I love the life we have and REALLY would like to continue it for a bit longer!" With a sad pout on her pretty face and her unblinking sky blue eyes cast downward, Lena tightened her grip on Marcel's hand so hard it hurt both of them, knowing Atticus had her life and future in his hands and awaiting his verdict of whether she lived or died. She knew he considered her a criminal and murderer, which she was, she would give no argument there. She knew that she had betrayed the Protectors when she was a security officer at Fortress Kshaa but really a spy for Governor Skarr, even trying to assassinate his wife, Lady Christianna under Skarr's order, and most recently tried to kill him in a duel, so there was no love lost there between them either, even though Lena and Lady were friends of a sort now. As the Harbinger of Death, Atticus had acted as judge, jury, and executioner of many of her ilk, so Lena was at his mercy - something she never wanted from anyone ever and something he was not known in the criminal underworld she existed in as ever giving to her kind. |
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 21, 2016 5:21:50 GMT
Marcel Lestrange pointed his emotionless steel grey eyes to Atticus Batman and said: "I know that this is a decisive moment for Lena. She stands in front of you as in front of judge. But procedure rules do not deny her having a lawyer who can speak for her behalf. Even Papal court had a place for Devil's Advocate. Lena is not an angel but she is not a devil either. So I take a chance to ruin her great moment and step out as her advocate as I have done before and will keep doing if it is necessary. And even if I might repeat some of my arguments, it will not make them to be less true."
Marcel allowed himself a tiny moment of silence before continuing:
"I second Lena's plead in every possible way I can because what would be world without her? A dull and still place. Lena has made it more lively (Marcel did not added that usually it happened when Lena took someone else's life)...What would our lives be without Lena? Empty ones! For everybody's sake, I tell you, that she deserves to have a life. And not just any kind of life, but a pleasant one after everything she has went through. Lena has finally found suitable life style for her, filled with all sort of activities...And something, called love, as well. Monsieur Batman! Imagine what your life would be without love! If you did, then put yourself into our position now...And you may find lot of reasons to support our case, I believe."
Marcel gulped, realizing that he was getting way too emotional so it could damage his public image, so he tuned his voice to be more business like and continued: "As for Lena's so called debt to your small and cosy society, then I must add that it is royally paid! Yes! She might had an attempt to Lady Christianna's life but do not forget that thanks to Lena's recent efforts, Lady Christianna is still with us. And that should make things even, I believe. And let me add that Lena has supported your cause by working for you more than once and since her payment was not that high by her standards and it was often overdue, you can call it a charity work. We even forgot our last contract with you (Marcel did not mentioned that it was destroyed when Lena saved Lady Christianna from vaporizing). We received last payment though and it was generous one, I admit that! But now Lena offers you free information about your ship. See! it is FREE! And she paid dearly for participating in Defiance mission. With her health she paid! That means that Lena has brought a lot of use to your organization and now I believe that it is your chance to show your appreciation and present us results of your research for the Boche Doctor. If you have any, of course! I am not here to twist your hands after all. I am here to stand up for Lena. That is all."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 21, 2016 9:17:18 GMT
As Lena leaned seductively on his computer console, making sure he had full view of her ample bosom's cleavage, a wicked grin appeared on the young Castithan woman's face as she said in a sultry voice that could be heard by all the bridge crew, "I have something in my bra I think you'll want to see!"
Lena suddenly stood straight up thrusting her pert breasts forward, curving her back so that her shapely rump thrust backwards while placing one alabaster forefinger to the corner of her lush lips as she rolled her unblinking eyes as if in deep thought, saying in mock surprise, "Hmmm... that didn't come out like I meant it to!" Although Lena had said it exactly as she wanted to, but her sky blue eyes and her wicked smile widened as she pointed the same chalk white forefinger into the air while declaiming, "I know! You show me yours, and I'll show you mine!"
"Get on with it Lena," I Grumbled in my raspy voice, without looking up from my 'work'.
"Holy fish nets Batman, you're no fun all," replied Lena with a frown, disappointed that he was ending her fun, then reaching into the secret pocket of her bra where she also kept her small switchblade knife she affectionately called "Stabee," taking out a small data-stick hidden there and tossing it to him, "Here you go! After the late-not-so-great Hauph-man died from too much screwing - get it, I killed him with a screw driver... never mind, no one ever gets my jokes! Anyway, wanting to make sure he didn't damage the computer in the base's hangar that he had been fiddling around with, I checked it out and this data stick just happened to fall into my hand. So I secured it after making sure it didn't release a computer virus or malware or maybe a chocolate chip cookie or two into your computer, but guess what? Not-so-great was retrieving the schematics about this very ship, not from your computer, but the old Dark Matter server attached to your computer system! It was encrypted, I broke it because I was bored, and lickety-split, it's all yours for the small price of the doctor's location who can save my life and the Protector's help in getting him!"
Lena broke her pose, standing stiffly in front of him with a worried look on her normally impassive chalk white face as she added in a low serious tone meant only for his ears, "Or if you prefer, here is a gift of good will. I have no idea why Havph wanted it, but I'm betting if you compare it with your schematics of the Vigilant, you'll find something in the Dark Matter one that isn't on yours, and something that Havph's employers either want or want to exploit. I'm only guessing, but as a former spy, it's an educated guess," Lena visibly gulped, the next words obviously hard for her to say as she reached behind her, grabbing Marcel's hand for moral support, "Please tell me you found the doctor I need, you've retrieved him, and he is now talking to Dr. Orion about my treatment, because... I'm running out of time here and me and Marcel have exhausted all our leads on a cure for this brain virus I have. I love Marcel and I love the life we have and REALLY would like to continue it for a bit longer!"
Marcel Lestrange pointed his emotionless steel grey eyes to Atticus Batman and said: "I know that this is a decisive moment for Lena. She stands in front of you as in front of judge. But procedure rules do not deny her having a lawyer who can speak for her behalf. Even Papal court had a place for Devil's Advocate. Lena is not an angel but she is not a devil either. So I take a chance to ruin her great moment and step out as her advocate as I have done before and will keep doing if it is necessary. And even if I might repeat some of my arguments, it will not make them to be less true."
Marcel allowed himself a tiny moment of silence before continuing:
"I second Lena's plead in every possible way I can because what would be world without her? A dull and still place. Lena has made it more lively (Marcel did not added that usually it happened when Lena took someone else's life)...What would our lives be without Lena? Empty ones! For everybody's sake, I tell you, that she deserves to have a life. And not just any kind of life, but a pleasant one after everything she has went through. Lena has finally found suitable life style for her, filled with all sort of activities...And something, called love, as well. Monsieur Batman! Imagine what your life would be without love! If you did, then put yourself into our position now...And you may find lot of reasons to support our case, I believe."
Marcel gulped, realizing that he was getting way too emotional so it could damage his public image, so he tuned his voice to be more business like and continued: "As for Lena's so called debt to your small and cozy society, then I must add that it is royally paid! Yes! She might had an attempt to Lady Christianna's life but do not forget that thanks to Lena's recent efforts, Lady Christianna is still with us. And that should make things even, I believe. And let me add that Lena has supported your cause by working for you more than once and since her payment was not that high by her standards and it was often overdue, you can call it a charity work. We even forgot our last contract with you (Marcel did not mentioned that it was destroyed when Lena saved Lady Christianna from vaporizing). We received last payment though and it was generous one, I admit that! But now Lena offers you free information about your ship. See! it is FREE! And she paid dearly for participating in Defiance mission. With her health she paid! That means that Lena has brought a lot of use to your organization and now I believe that it is your chance to show your appreciation and present us results of your research for the Boche Doctor. If you have any, of course! I am not here to twist your hands after all. I am here to stand up for Lena. That is all."
While Lena talked and then Marcel butted in as soon as she was done, I continued my research, only looking up at them, long enough to see and catch the data-stick that Lena tossed to me. However as Marcel finally shut his trap, I found what I was looking for and then looked up and said gruffly, "Lestrange you are almost starting to sound like Volodja with those constant lectures about morality and doing the 'right' thing, and none of us want that. However as you are only looking out for Lena, as you say, I will look past that lecture as I do get where you are coming from. Now it is a well-known fact that I have never cared for society's rulings or advocates. Perhaps if you decide you are bored during our flight, then you should check out a recreational data-pad and look up Judge Dredd. You will find graphic novels and old movies on him, as he is a fictional character from Earth history, and apparently still popular with some as I know Miss Yar and a few others uploaded various different Judge Dredd things to those databases. I recommend the movie with some actor named Sylvester Stallone, as there is plenty of violence for one such as us to enjoy.
Now if you actually did any research you would know that I have repeatedly paid Lena a lot more than anybody else has and I repeatedly offer her and you access to plenty of luxuries around here, so do not try to lay a bogus guilt trip on me. Besides I do not need to imagine my life without love; because before coming here it was filled with nothing but hatred, rage, and contempt for pretty much everyone and everything. So I know exactly what you and Lena mean. Now if we are done with our little back and forth, I need to talk to Lena about why I called you both here, as I know you would agree that she has already waited long enough."
Then I removed my helm so they could see my masked face as I looked at Lena and showed my predatorial smile as I said calmly, "Actually Lena I do get your sense of humor and not only did you screw Havph, you screwed him flat. You know...because you used flathead screwdrivers. Anyway thank you for the gift. I am afraid that the gift I have for you does involve us picking it up ourselves. However if you need our help then we will take you and help you retrieve it. I did manage to dig through years of rumors and misleads in the small amount of time that you gave me, as I always get my target no matter how long it takes. However before we discuss that, please accompany me to the Officer's conference room, so we can continue this without all the distractions of the busy bridge crew prepping for launch."
I glanced back down at my console and locked it down. Then with my helm in hand, I led Marcel and Lena to the Vigilant's onboard Officer's conference room, just off the bridge. Once in there, I accessed my information from the console at the conference table and started copying of all my information onto two clean data-sticks. Once that was done, I set them on the table in front of Marcel and Lena, as I continued with, "That way if something happens to one, you have a backup. I of course also have backups of the information in case it is needed. Now on to the matter of discussion. Apparently there was a Doctor E. Thanius Tod that was around during the Pale Wars. It wasn't to hard to find proof that he had changed his name to Dr. Euthanasius Todt after the Pale wars ended. The harder part was where he went from there. However I managed to follow an obscure paper trail leading to Île Vate. At first I lost the trail, but after a little more digging I discovered that a mysterious Doctor Tod Thanius, bought an island off the coast of Île Vate.
Nobody has ever seen Doctor Thanius in person, as he has a couple laborers travel between his island and Île Vate to get all his supplies. Now here's the more interesting part. Rumors say that his island is populated by various creatures ranging from mutants, to genetic hybrids, to cyborgs depending on which rumors you choose to go by. I could not confirm nor disprove any of that. However I did manage to 'borrow' some satellites to get an areal view of that island. It is very forested and inhabited, from what I could see on the aerial and thermal scans. There is an unprotected dirt road leading from the dock and through the forest, up to the gates of a fortified compound there. However that was the best I could come up with, as our mysterious doctor is obviously very protective of himself and his work.
 
Let us just call that information and the data-stick you gave me, a fair trade. I will also have a team go with us to find the Doctor. However first we need to complete the rescue mission we are about to go on. I trust Erika has informed you that you should pack for cold weather?"
When Lena nodded, I said, "Good. Now I haven't given a full briefing to the whole crew yet as I am waiting until after we are in the air, with only a small handful of us knowing the specifics of the mission at the moment. However as a show of good fate, I will give you both a private briefing right now, and I trust that you will be discreet with this information until after I give the official briefing. Marcel I know you are probably only interested in the target, the killing and any scrip value that you can think of to charge me for your involvement in this mission. However I think you may find this interesting Lena. We are going on another mission to rescue Belle Starr."
When Lena looked at me with confusion obvious in her eyes, I glanced at Marcel and could tell that he was already thinking about what that could mean in regards to the Belle onboard. After a few seconds I continued with, "You see we rescued a Belle Starr but not the Belle Starr, even though she looks like and up until a little while ago completely thought she was for she has Belle's memories up to two years ago. So she does not personally know anything that has happened in Belle's life since then. The one onboard is a synthetic duplicate, that is now calling herself BJ Starr, as she is starting to come to the realization that she may not be Belle Starr, with some help. So Lena it looks like you will get a chance to rescue Belle. So as I trust you can handle that, do either of you have any questions that I can answer about our current mission or the information that I gave you about the mysterious Doctor and his more mysterious island?"
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 21, 2016 10:35:26 GMT
"That was an insult," muttered Marcel. "Comparing ME with that useless loser Volodja. But I am a humble man and willing to swallow it. Especially when you actually DID something to help my precious Lena. So you may proceed." ___________ Aforementioned useless loser Volodja was in the middle of conversation with Lexy. After studying several satellite photos of the area of possible Synth-factory near Ketchikan, Alaska, they finally picked the place where "Vigilant" could land. "I think that hill suits our needs perfectly,"said Volodja Uljanov. "It's not very far, so you have nice overview of scenery and you can give us supporting fire from your board cannons, if needed. We will be in the monster territory after all, so safety first." "I don't have ANY cannons, Uncle Volo," announced Lexy. "I have hight technology firing systems instead. Do you think that we should get some cannons?" She looked at Volodja with big round eyes. "No need for them, dear. It's just an expression. From older times when people had warships which were armed with cannons. We have YOU to look after us and I believe in your skills. You are going to help us better than old warships did in Normandy back in 1944. They made lot of noise but unfortunately missed most of their designated targets." "I wont miss and going to kick their...bottoms, if bad guys try to harm you!" declared Lexy, putting her tiny holographic fist up in the air and shaking it threateningly towards imaginable monsters. "That's a relief," smiled Volodja. "A huge one."  |
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Post by Lena Marr on Jun 21, 2016 11:03:15 GMT
After Atticus Batman spoke to her and Marcel in the Vigilant's conference room, Lena Marr hid her emotions behind her wicked grim and unblinking sky-blue eyes, for she was excited over the possibilities beyond belief. It was not caused by what one might expect it to be, the furtherance of her finding a cure for her brain virus, but instead the reveal that the Belle Starr on board was not the real Belle Starr but some kind of synthetic person with all the memories and skills of the original, albeit two years ago.
"Thanks Atticus, old bean, knew I could depend on you," Replied Lena with a really bad British accent as she scooped up both information sticks, handing one to Marcel and secreting the other in her bra, then switched to an equally bad American southern accent to say, "Really appreciate all y'all's work, so as Belle Starr says: Lets go do this thang! Faster y'all rescue Belle, faster we get to do what really matters - getting my cure!"
With a glint of mischief in her cold sky blue eyes, Lena stood up, grabbing Marcel's hand and pulling him out of the conference room as fast as she could without engaging her EGO's blurring powers. Once she had reached the relative privacy of their state room, which she had already thoroughly checked for surveillance devices of any kind finding none, she kissed Marcel hard and long, not sparing the tongue at all.
Once the kiss was over, Lena said with a wicked grin now on her lush lips instead of Marcel, "Oh this is rich! Think of it! A young Belle Starr BEFORE she was indoctrinated by life and friends into becoming a Protector! One just as skilled as the original, for I saw her fighting the hell bugs, and who may be even more powerful being an android and all! Think if instead of her Protector friends to guide her, she had a certain larcenous couple and their crime cartel to turn her to the dark side, which is soooo much more fun than the light. Schtako, I already have a connection with her from the Monarch battle."
Marcel regarded her with his steel blue eyes as he lit a cigarette, only raising one eyebrow slightly to show his doubt over the idea of recruiting BJ to their criminal organization, which Lena didn't miss adding quickly, "Don't worry Pooh Bear, I won't do anything overt to alert the do-gooders to the diabolical duo's nefarious plan for the hapless Belle-bot, for I'm NOT going to risk my cure over it, but nobody should have any questions about my being a pal to the heroine who rescued me from the inside of a big-ass bug! Besides, the poor girl is going to NEED a friend when we rescue the real Belle and she has the ultimate identity crisis. See, I'm a good Samaritan!"
With that said, Lena began stripping off her clothes with one hand and Marcel's with the other, and soon they were making love standing up with Lena's chalk white back braced against their cabin's door and her long shapely legs wrapped around him.
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Post by Sandy Bell on Jun 21, 2016 16:47:40 GMT
Sandy Bell had just checked the last checkbox on her checklist on her data-pad in the cargo bay of the Vigilant, contacted Commander Atticus Batman when she did saying, "Everything looks good down here sir. Everything equipment-wise that was ordered to be put on board the Vigilant for the mission is on board and secured."
As Atticus acknowledged her report, Sandy noticed Belle 2.0 sitting on a large crate, still wearing the red white and blue Liberty Trooper armor riddled with holes from the hellbug attack, dangling her feet just staring at the still open cargo door with big beautiful diamond blue eyes. Sandy approached her, marveling at the jump that must have gotten her to the top of that crate, then decided she should speak to her.
Sandy narrowed her blue eyes as a frown crossed her pretty tan face, asking as she looked up, "What are you doing Belle?"
Belle laughed melodiously, then answered, "Don't call me Belle any more, at least until I can prove to y'all that I really am Belle! Just call me BJ! To answer your question though, I'm waiting for Vo!"
Sandy checked her data-pad and her frown grew deeper, replying, "I'm sorry Bel- I mean, BJ - my data-pad shows that Vo has already checked in, but through one of the ancillary cargo bay doors."
"Ohhh...," BJ laughed again, but without the genuineness of the first one as she jumped down from her perch, remarking after she made a perfect two-point landing, "Well, I guess that's it then - I'm officially dumped! He's avoiding me, like any sane person would do their ex-significant other! At least temporarily, until he finds out I AM Belle Starr! Hope springs eternal, right?"
Sandy bit her lower lip, suppressing the urge to dissuade the synthetic girl of such hopes, so instead turned to pragmatic concerns which she had a much better skill at handling, saying as she looked at her data-pad, "Hey, I see you still haven't been assigned quarters yet. We are pretty cramped for space here, since we've taken on some mercenaries for the mission, so you can't have your own state room, and most of us are already coupled up - "
Sandy grimaced, realizing this was probably a sore point with BJ, who probably thought she and Vo would be sharing a room, so quickly added, "It looks like Frankie Archer doesn't have a room mate. I'll put you in with her. She's a bit too gung-ho for me on the battlefield; but off-duty, she pretty well sticks to herself, reading and weightlifting I guess."
As Sandy led BJ to her quarters aboard the Vigilant, she stopped by the ship's armory, getting new armor and weapons requisitioned for BJ, suggesting, "You might want to ditch the red, white and blue armor, as it stands out like a sore thumb on the battlefield. We have some camouflaged armor, or even some nice blue armor that is the same style as the Liberty Trooper armor."
BJ's blue diamond eyes grew big as she shook her blonde head vigorously, saying with mild indignation, "Oh, no, I couldn't do that! The Liberty Trooper armor is my trademark, that with my blue goggles! It's how the innocents of Paradise know me, especially when I'm patrolling the highways and byways of the Bay Area! It's how my team mates would see me and think, there is Belle Starr watching my back! I'd feel positively stark naked without it on!"
"OK, OK," Sandy exclaimed with a grin, holding up her tanned hands in mock surrender, then asked, "The Liberty Trooper armor is yours! Anything else you need?"
BJ quickly looked through the armory, her freckled face looking like a small child's in a toy store, finally settling on a Rhino Berserker shield, a Dancing Lady SMG, a Wildcat pistol, and an Autumn Harvest Detonator with bio-nano. She looked at other blades, but decided she like the OJ Thorne Liro charge blade that she was already carrying more than the others there.
When BJ's equipment selection was done, Sandy led BJ to her quarters, saying before she headed to the bridge to check on her lover, Volodja Uljanov, "I'll see you at the briefing."
BJ nodded to Sandy, and thanked her for her time, before entering her empty stateroom. Seeing that one bed already had been taken since someone's back pack was already there, BJ dumped her equipment on the unoccupied one. She quickly stripped to her undies, dumping the ruined armor into the waste bin, then hurried to the bathroom before completely undressing to take a much needed shower. As she let the warm water flow over her blond tresses and onto her beautiful freckled face, she began to pleasantly sing a tune that had always been her favorite.
With a voice of a nightingale, BJ sang, "Everything is awesome..."
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Post by Lady Christianna on Jun 21, 2016 20:45:05 GMT
Atticus said, "Well as you can see it certainly isn't boring or predictable here. Especially when Lena and Lestrange stop by. Which reminds me... I am afraid I must get back to work and wrap some things up before we ship out. So I do hope you are fine with Lady giving you a tour of the Vigilant and getting you some quarters, while I am busy." Lady Christianna agreed and after exchanging farewells, Atticus left the two ladies, the ghost and the android, whereupon Lady remembered as Atticus disappeared from sight, saying in dismay to BJ Starr, "Still need to feed Caprice." BJ smiled warmly replying, "That's okay, ya'll take care of your babies! I'll be fine," Then she gestured by jutting her thumb over her shoulder towards the cargo bay of the Vigilant, remarking cheerfully, "I'll just wait for Vo in there!" Lady scrunched up her pretty chalk-white face with a frown, wanting to tell BJ that she was pursuing a lost cause, but not quite sure how to do it, so instead smiled like Mona Lisa, saying, "Okay. Thanks. CYA at the briefing." As BJ disappeared into the hangar, Lady placed Cosmin into the double-occupancy baby carriage, replacing him with Caprice so that her mop-headed daughter could be breast fed as well. With the nurse following pushing the carriage with a still sleeping Cosmin, Lady suckled her daughter, Caprice's shock of green hair tickling Lady's nose as she walked to the War Room. When Caprice was finished feeding and as sleepy as her brother, Lady put her in the carriage as well, then she small talked with her sister-in-law, Erika Widowmaker until Lady was hailed from the Vigilant's bridge. Lady recognized the voice of Tasha Yar, who reminded her, "It's almost time for the mission briefing and take-off Mrs. Batman. I think you are the last of the mission crew to board the Vigilant." "Thanks... be right there," Answered Lady reluctantly as she watched her babies sleeping soundly in their baby carriage. Erika allowed herself a slight smile, saying reassuringly, "Don't worry, I'll keep them safe. Just go save our Belle, and bring back Atticus in one piece." Lady had to giggle at that, like her Atticus ever needed her saving him, but the comment did what Erika intended, lightening the mood and making it easier for Lady to leave, so Lady replied before blurring out of their base's War Room and all the way to the Vigilant just before they closed the cargo bay's doors, "TYVM Erika." However as Lady blurred into the Vigilant and to the briefing room, she had a questioning thought, "Wonder why there is a punching bag in the War Room?"  |
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