Jezebel smiled as Amar'e agreed to the drink, and stood and walked over to what was obviously a kitchen area. Reaching up into a cabinet, Jezebel produced three glasses. Two were standard alcohol serving glasses and one was a simple shot glass, identical to the one Jezebel already had out for herself. Walking back over to the couch, and where Amar'e was probably still standing, Jezebel sat the glasses down and spoke while filling the shot glasses with a mixture of Red Bull and Jagermeister. "So, since I've done this for you without asking for money or payment of any kind, I think it is only fair that you tell me who you really are, Amar'e. I believe that that is your true name....but tell me...please. Where are you from? Why are you here?"
As Jezebel finished speaking she handed one of the shot glasses to Amar'e, picking up the other one herself and quickly drinking all of the shot in yet another single gulp.
O.O.C.
"Well,that'sallbullshit."
"Iprefertofindthembymyself,nofate."
Aquos Dragoa
Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:45 pm
Amar'e❂Goldblaze
Amar'e took a sit figuring she could, the woman did basically just invite her to relax and be "at home". Alcohol was something she had had from tiem to time since coming to Earth. She found the effect enjoyable, mainly due to it having a way of making the weight on her soul feel much lighter. So of course she was going to accept the request. As she came back talking Amar'e couldn't help but raise an eye brow as she took a glass. Taking it down in one gulp she replied. "Observant aren't you? Curious... how did you come to that conclusion? But before you answer, I will." Pouring herself another shot she gulped it down again, gasping at the end as the liquid gave her body a rush. "I'm not from this planet. I dont see where exactly I'm from really matters. As for my reason for being here. I wanted a change of scenery. Fresh start. How long I stay, I have no idea in case you were wondering." Her replied may have been not detailed with everything but she didn't think the woman needed to know every aspect of her life. Perhaps her vague answer would be enough to satisfy Jezebel.
Jezebel's face honestly took on a surprised look when Amar'e revealed that she was not from Earth. When Jezebel had asked where the woman was from and what she was doing here, that was not exactly the response she expected. Still, the woman hid information about her origins, and probably her intentions on Earth. It all hinted at something more...devious? Was that the right word in Jezebel's head? The definition could fit, but somehow she felt that devious did not match the figure of Amar'e in front of her. As Amar'e finished talking, Jezebel allowed a bit of a pause while pouring another shot for herself, holding it and staring at the golden liquid turned medium brown in her hand.
"Well, to be honest, you have given more of an answer than I expected. I could have found out you were not from Earth had I simply chosen to do so, but I saw no need. By asking where you were from, I honestly expected your answer to state that you were from another nation here on Earth, not another planet. Fascinating really, but not in a bad way. Surely the people of Earth are no real strangers to beings from across the universe. They show up all the time, and it is often hard to tell the difference, unless you can do things like I can I suppose. As for your answer....I know there is more to your situation. If there wasn't there would have been no hidden details, but I will not press you for information, Amar'e. You have your reasons and motives...and a right to them." Pausing in her speech to down the shot, Jezebel let out a pleased sigh as she felt the alcohol plunge into her stomach. The previous shots were starting to work their magic. Jager always did the trick the best. Turning and locking eyes with Amar'e, Jezebel smiled as she spoke again.
"To much hatred has been and is born out of being unwilling to experience new things and accept people, or rather beings, that are simply different. Hatred on such petty things is a matter I have not the time for, so if I am the first to say so, welcome to Earth, Amar'e, and may you find your stay pleasurable. As far as I am concerned, from how nice you act and how...delectable you appear, take it as you may, you are welcome here any time. Here being my house, if it can be called such a thing. Working for Ferris has its entitlements. Knowing all of their dirty secrets and private matters has its perks. I'm free to do pretty much whatever I want to on this place, so long as I respect the people here. It's nice. But anyway. Yeah."
O.O.C.
"Well,that'sallbullshit."
"Iprefertofindthembymyself,nofate."
Aquos Dragoa
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 2:17 pm
Amar'e❂Goldblaze
During the moment of silence after her reply, Amar'e leaned further back into the sofa, her eyes closing as she felt the effects of the liquor begin to take effect. It wouldn't be anything drastic but it wasn't light either. Her mind was "opening" up. Her usually tensed up body completely relaxed. Her emotions doing the same, although Jezebel would have no idea of the chaos that "tormented" her soul.
Silently she listened in to the womans response. She scuffed a bit at some of what Jezebel said, mainly about her withholding and still answering more then she expected. "Why would I lie about being from this planet? Eventually lies catch up to you. Besides jsut as you said, you would have figured it out anyways."
As Jezebel poured herself another shot, Amar'e did the same. Why finish at a 2nd shot when she could go for another? Not like she had a job to get to or anything. Besides, she'd always wondered what would happen if she had quite a few drinks. She knew humans would get knocked out or worse from such a thing, but as a Tamaranean she didn't know if her body would have the same exact reactions, or at least as quickly. The other woman continued her speech. THe blonde merely raised an eyebrow as in her opinion most of it was unneeded. She was never one for speech, though Jezebel seemed to apparently be. Amar'e would say nothing though and merely listen. Wither or not the tipsy Jezebel was giving off small flirts towards her, Amar'e would not notice.
Raising her shoulders she shrugged as her eyes fell on her. Slowly gave a devious smirk. "You sure you wanna give such an offer?"
Jezebel simply shrugged after Amar'e's first set of comments. What she said made sense. She had no reason to lie, not that Jezebel had meant to imply that she would have lied. The woman's personal life was none of Jezebel's business, and it was out of pure respect that Jezebel still had not scanned Amar'e's details or anything of the sort. There was no visible need for such measures, and Jezebel was having much more fun just being mellow.
Smiling as Amar'e seemed to relax more and took another shot, Jezebel switched gears a little bit. Picking up a bottle of something akin to fruit punch soda, Jezebel poured three-quarters of the drink into a cup, and then finished off filling up the cup with pure New Amsterdam Gin. Setting the bottles down, Jezebel started to sip on her new beverage as Amar'e smirked in Jezebel's direction. Looking back to Amar'e as she spoke. Jezebel merely shrugged and smiled somewhat sweetly in return. "Sure. Why not? I see no harm in it. If you did anything wrong I'd just let you know....and if you stole or tried to hurt me I'd just kick your butt so...yeah. Welcome any time, unless I let you know I need to be alone for a while I guess."
O.O.C.
"Well,that'sallbullshit."
"Iprefertofindthembymyself,nofate."
Aquos Dragoa
Posted: Sun Feb 23, 2014 11:12 am
Amar'e❂Goldblaze
Amar'e chuckled. It was adorable this girl claimed she could kick her butt. Not that she was going to doubt it. She was living proof looks could be deceiving, why wouldn't it be the same for the other one too? hopefully neither of them would have ti find out about who could beat up who... well, a little challenge was never a bad thing. They could be fun. However, Amar'e didn't know about the other girls "situation". As far as she knew she was just a regular human, and being a regular human her Tamaranean strength would be unfair against her.
Playing with the empty cup in her hand, Amar'e was thinking to herself a bit before speaking. "So, if I were to stay in the city for a while, what things are there worth doing?"
The suit and its passengers..."operators" had kind of gone along on a roundabout search for things that looked interesting to destroy. Things that would make a statement. Thus far, only an air field had presented itself, somewhere along the lines of about five kilometers out and north. No activity from there, aside from the occasional plane moving to taxi or landing. It was after Sasska had nudged closer towards that area that the suit's audio feeds picked up a communication....rather, more of a statement. Gibberish to the primary and to a degree, the secondary, it was all too familiar to the action and tension buff that was the tertiary operator.
OH MY GASH. Sasska! Rosmarin! They're speaking the lines to us! US, I SAY!
...Wut. Look, I know it's been a really long time since we got out and did anything related to our jobs, but Lang man, ease off on the fantasizing.
No, you nit! Don't you watch any tech sort of movies? None at all? Well, for the uneducated, they're stating to identify ourselves, destination, and otherwise prepare to be engaged. THRILLING, isn't it!?
Engaged...? You mean, actually move to do battle? Scrambling fighters? Is that what you mea-
Confirmed on that, boss. The readings from the suit's sensors aren't giving off much, but from at least two sensory types there's an increase all around. They're reacting to our presence, and probably in a hostile manner.
Wait, you're taking HIS side on this?? I have no idea what you guys are talking about, WHAT CODE!?? My searches are pulling up nothing on it, I don't have anything ready!
Chill, Rosmarin. Langweilig, how much time estimated til they scramble something?
Estimation....approximately three minutes....if they went ahead and started as they went with the first warning issued to us. Rosmarin, pull up data on the air field, if you will. While the suit is very capable of withstanding what this field might throw at us, it would be most beneficial for the lot of us if we utilize all tools at hand to maximize efficiency.
"Three minutes....plenty of time to do damage, kill people, and move along. Assuming there's enough cooloff time for the cannon, of course. And...is that a jet they're moving to scramble to the runways? Much as I'd like to think we could keep up with that....I don't think this suit has the speed capabilities to deal with them once they get going. Bring the cannon online. If we can destroy the runway itself, that should limit what comes out to attack us.
With a confirmation blip from her "male" AI or "MAI" as they sometimes jokingly called him, Sasska began receiving feed data about the target facility. Searches revealed this was Ferris Aircraft, a corporation that contributed a fair amount to the local area's commercial and military airborne business. That mattered very little, but what was highlighted was a satellite's view, or top down view of the facility's grounds and her own position, represented by what looked like a discolored arrow. "FAI" or Rosmarin, seemed to have the impression that it was more interesting to call these data feeds as "mini-maps" and orient things as if Sasska were playing a video game. Amusing as that was, the first shot was not led properly and crashed into the runway right behind the jet taxing to take off. This did succeed in stalling it long enough for a second shot to finish it off, but the first shot was enough to put things to a halt and alert station personnel of a hostile inbound from the south only 0.2 kilometers away.
What now? More police, she supposed. They were usually the first opposing forces to arrive and engage in combat. This time though, there would be nothing to give her cause to hesitate and ponder her survival. Nothing the police possessed could possibly damage her, not in her exo-suit. For the time being, she satisfied herself by shooting at buildings that looked more flimsy and might collapse upon enough damage inflicted.
As the alcohol began to sit in more and more, Jezebel smiled slyly at Amar'e as she asked what there was to do in the town. However, before Jezebel could really answer, alarms sounded, both in the building and within her own mind. Instantly, her cybernetics kicked into overdrive to process the alcohol in her system. Within mere moments Jezebel went from partially drunk to completely sober. Looking to Amar'e, Jezebel's mind processed the entire situation in a flash. "I'm sorry Amar'e. I will have to answer that later. For now, stay safe and I will be back as soon as I can."
Having said that, Jezebel quickly ran outside of the building, the door sliding shut behind her. Quickly her eyes found the partially destroyed runway, and the burning wreckage of the aircraft that had been preparing to take off. Now, Ferris Aircraft had more runways, since they were manufacturers of aircraft after all. Even more quickly, Jezebel's electronically enhanced eyes locked on to the machine that was attacking Ferris Aircraft. Moving with a somewhat faster speed, Jezebel soon stood only fifty yards away from the hostile force. Narrowing her eyes at the machine, Jezebel spoke. "What the hell do you think you're doing???" All the while she was speaking and standing, Jezebel began to wirelessly probe at the machine, working ridiculously fast trying to find any way into the mechanism's systems.
Just as she was starting to relax and maybe enjoy herself (which was rare) the ground shook. This kind of shaking was not a good sign... Standing up on her feet she watched as the other left telling her to stay where she was. "Like hell I'm staying here!" Amar'e called out after the door slammed shut. Quickly Making her way outside she jumped (somewhat flew) onto the roof of the building she was inside.
The Tamaranean woman for now would just stand there watching the strange figure in the distance and Jezebel who was near it. How the hell did she get there so fast? There was much more to this woman then met the eye, much like herself. Amar'e would stand guard in case anything was necessary from her, but this was in a way Jezebel's "home" or "turf" if she could protect it on her own Amar'e would not interfer.
OOC: wasn't sure what to do xD so for now imma stand back see what happens
Lieutenant Jet
Opposing Mazzy
Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:08 pm
Sasska MacKenna
The first observation Jezebel's advanced processors would be keen to make were the impacts those attempts to probe made. Commonly found in the form of firewalls, they appeared to successfully repel the probing attempts. In response, the figure moved to ready and level the cannon on its right appendage at this "first responder". Kind of disappointed that she'd only managed to flush two beings out, she was quickly warned by her fellow operators that this was not cannon fodder, pun not intended.
Boss, I'm taking heavy fire here. My guess is you're staring down one of your own. It ain't made by the same, but still. No human's got the capability to do that. Tertiary, please standby for bypass, engage on need basis. Unless this is an alien that knows its way around tech, it's gotta be something at least fairly similar to what you are.
Acknowledged, secondary. Sensors picking up second individual as well. Be careful, boss. If the former's true, odds are good that this second one likely has something in common. On that note, port weaponry is coming online, rerouting controls to primary operator. No anomalies detected. Try not to use the wrong blade.
Reactions and "advice" noted, the primary operator first noted the durability of the place compared to the previous target. While the previous had just utterly collapsed under one shot, the runway itself had only been partially damaged with two shots. Granted, the second was aimed more at the now smoldering ruins of the jet, but damage should still have occurred. Splash damage, it was called. Still, it was a tad worrying. If this figure ahead of her was as durable or more so, it could be a drawn out fight rather than a simple massacre as she'd hoped. The untempered being was about to get a lesson in combat, and potentially forged anew...metaphorically speaking.
Slightly altering the trajectory of the cannon, she let loose a shot, aimed at one of the taller structures. In a manner of loosing such, it could serve as a basic response, as well as intent and explanation without giving anything away. It might also garner some information as to the more direct relationship this being had with the location. Surely this was not "home". A place of business was not a residence, after all. That was never the case.
Despite running into firewalls, Jezebel's probing programs continued to operate, cracking through firewalls and running into more and more blocks. It was a computer oriented fight at its finest and most pure. Even as her systems worked to break through the technological blocks, Jezebel's eyes watched the figure. This thing was responsible for the death of a fine pilot, and was attacking the very place that Jezebel called her home. It was unacceptable and Jezebel would stop the machine.
As the probes continued, Jezebel watched the figure move its weapon. Calculating quickly Jezebel was able to figure out where the weapon was pointing. At the same time that the enemy fired its weapon, Jezebel raised her left hand and pointed it out to her side. Suddenly a burst of purple energy would fire from her arm, which in a split second had transformed to look like a cannon instead of a simple arm. Using her computing skills, Jezebel had been able to calculate where to shoot and when to shoot in order to intercept anything fired from the enemy. And that was exactly what happened. As the burst of energy collided with the projectile fired from the enemy's cannon, there would be a large explosion in mid air.
Looking back at Jezebel herself, there was a look of anger and determination on her face as she looked at the enemy figure. Even more noticeable would be the fact that her right forearm had also transformed into a cannon and was pointed directly at the enemy. "Tsk." Suddenly and strong burst of purple energy would fire from the right armed cannon directly at the center mass of the enemy attacking Ferris Aircraft. At the same time, the technological probes would continue at their rapid pace.
O.O.C.
"Well,that'sallbullshit."
"Iprefertofindthembymyself,nofate."
Aquos Dragoa
Opposing Mazzy
Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 9:48 pm
Sasska MacKenna
A game of chicken, huh? I don't know how durable that one is, but I'd bet the suit's got that beat in terms of what it'll take in damage. Oy, Langweilig, bring the suit all the way online. Rosmarin.....oy, girlfriend! Guh. That b***h up ahead is limiting what you can do, is it? Ehh....firewalls....something about them. If it's dealing with firewalls being attacked or bypassed, then it's a machine. Like Lang said, similar. Pft. Let's see what the robot can do other than be nerdly. Primary override of secondary duties, seize asset controls. Girlfriend, once I can get the thing over there to stop spamming you or whatever it's doing, see about researching what it is, would ya?
Silent acknowledgment from her fellow unaffected operator, the AI moved to bring the rest of the suit's movement and patterns online. As a failsafe, it moved to reroute and bypass his partnered AI. If all this robot was going to do was intercept and try to probe, then they just needed to disrupt its logic flow and just physically assault it. Computers tended to be well armored, but they were only machines, and Langweilig, at least, believed himself superior. Sasska also believed that, but more or less because she was "human".
Outwardly, the suit appeared to stare at the interception, and then back at Jezebel. Keeping silent, the slow transition perhaps indicated a sense of lack of being perturbed, or having anticipated such actions. Of note that the right forearm was also now a cannon only excited the cyborg further, to which a challenge could not be ignored. It was at this point that the otherwise completely missed shot impacted the suit directly. Langweilig had been paying attention, after all....that was like his body, and his eyes outside his shell. Flaring the plates forward, he had temporarily overridden Sasska to force the suit into its carapace mode. Ever duty minded, the AI had no idea if the suit would have been damaged by the impact, but it was both the simplest motion and likely the most effective. The suit had emerged undamaged, but noticeably moved from its previous position.
"Hello, robot. I see you're trying to understand me, find weaknesses. It's what you things do. I guarantee you though. You're wasting your time. I don't have those things, no weaknesses like you do. But then again....why am I prattling on to something that doesn't care about things like speech? Oh well. Time to put you out of commission."
Nice gloat, boss, but perhaps you'd do better in paying attention that the thing's already fired on you. Kinda makes you look stupid. Just saying. I got that one, but I'd rather not try overriding again.
Once again, Sasska leveled the cannon and fired. This was aimed a tad low, and more for the opponent's feet. A second shot discharged following shortly afterward. Naturally blowing dust and debris up into the air, the blasts temporarily rendered the suit's additional sensors useless. Both heat and motion were present, so visuals only seemed to be effective. Again, a test on the "robot" present to see how it would react.
Lieutenant Jet
Aquos Dragoa
I'm told that you don't mind being skipped this once as long as I'm not attacking you. My thanks, and do let me know if things change, kaykay? (:
Amar'e wondered what it was the girl could do against such a foe. The answer came. Her arm turned into a cannon. For a second she thought that it was something similar to her own weapon, but, something seemed off. nothing was forming over her arm, her arm was forming something else. The woman she'd been spending her time with was a machine? No, if she was a machine she wouldn't have ingested any of that drink earlier? Amar'e wasn't a tech geek or anything but she didn't have to be a genius to understand that Jeze was not fully a machine. A snicker formed on her lips. So she hadn't been kidding about kicking her butt if she did anything in her home that was not welcome.
Although she was not in the battle, excitement coursed through her veins. Something she hadn't felt since Balza'ran. Speaking of which, pretty boy was better off with a job then she was. Strutting down to be worshiped fit him too perfectly. His ego was bound to be much bigger if she ever saw him again.
Anxious as well to get a taste of the action, Amar'e showed to be quite calm. Years of experience of high action packed situations, life and death scenarios kind of developed that sort of thing. She was a well trained huntress. Aware of her surroundings and awaiting the perfect moment to strike if needed.
Jezebel simply stood where she was, right arm cannon pointing directly at the attacker while the left dropped to rest by her side. Both cannons were obviously massive, and a simple look at them would reveal that the shots Jezebel had fired were not even close to full powered shots. Of course, that was intentional. Even at the power setting Jezebel had used, she had been able to push her enemy back a bit. Even more revealing was the fact that the enemy's mechanical movements went from somewhat sluggish back to normal, even thought the machine's systems were still under a hacking attack. That meant that either the AI was extremely advanced beyond anything else in the world, or that there was a bypass system of sorts.
All Jezebel was doing now was taking her time, gathering information, and analyzing it. Hacking had slowed it down for a bit. The blast from the sonic disruptor cannon had pushed it back a decent distance. And to protect itself from the attack, the machine had moved plates of it's body to shield the main body from the attack. Still, the plates never changed shape, meaning that the machine's transforming abilities were probably very limited.
As the hacking attempts continued, occasionally a hacking probe would shoot off in a random direction, away from the typically targeted sections for hacking. This was a step up in hacking, but still really used no more effort from Jezebel. However, it would definitely capture more attention for the enemy machine. As the machine spoke, Jezebel listened, but gave no sign of really registering what the enemy said. Let this machine think that she was just a machine. The longer that Jezebel could hide what she really was, the more likely she would be to surprise and win.
As the enemy raised its weapon to point at Jezebel, her left arm would morph back to its normal state while the right handed cannon still pointed directly at the enemy. Using the same technique as earlier, Jezebel moved her cannon to fire a blast directly at the opening of the barrel of the enemy's cannon. Firing at the cannon at about the same time that the enemy fired at her, Jezebel would quickly dart to the left, moving further to the left to avoid the cloud of dirt and dust. Thanks to where she shot, even if the enemy had fired a second shot right after the first, Jezebel's shot would impact the enemy's shot, causing it to detonate directly in front of the enemy, if not in the barrel of the cannon itself.
Is this all it's going to do? Hell, I could probably occupy it with the suit by itself if all it's going to do is try to hack and intercept. Like a stupid sentry bot. Not a half bad idea, but it probably has hacked enough data to figure out the setup here. Damn, I wish that was human. Humans are infinitely more interesting to fight. Desperation, arrogance.....emotion! That's what that ******** missing! It certainly isn't all it's capable of. No one shoots with all they've got in the first go-round. No one except me. Why bother with drawn out fights with robots that can't understand surges of emotions? Any AI nowadays knows that....well, it seems as though that this one doesn't. Technologically advanced, I guess. Marmar, tell me you've got some brains left after that abuse.
Sorry, boss. Protocol was enacted. Until the threat is neutralized or disengaged, she's disabled. By default most of those functions are reassigned to you. I can try pulling up a map or two, but I'm not designed for resource availability.
Guh....forget it, Lang. I don't need a map, I need some way of reaching that tin can that happens to look hu---wait a minute. That's what I am. Basically a robot that looks human. It's using different means of generating weaponry, but not that far off from my form. Which means I could call it a she, and she's being a ******** coward. Sitting there and scanning and probing....only occasionally firing in defense. What I'm facing down is a brainiac...a nerd. A nerd that happens to have arm cannons. Nerds know how to use them. Still, depending on what part of her is still human, I might have the edge there.
With both of them quickly figuring out aspects of the other, the blasts impacted, and her second shot would likely aimlessly burrow into the cement. Her target, having seemingly assigned priority to removing the functionalities of her cannon. That was still functional. The rifling might be damaged, though unlikely. So much precision had gone into the construction of this suit, though not quite half as much as into her own. So much had gone into hoping her opponent was indeed like her, and not some stupid robot or "synthuman". A quick analysis of her own onboard talents revealed not a whole lot would be useful directly attacking the non-organic sections. A battle to find and exploit the enemy's weakness. Of course, said weakness could also be the strength as well. Either way, the suit was quickly expending its usefulness as a shield and weapon and more or less becoming just cover.
"And here I thought you'd just be a simple sentry bot with a high-end processor. I don't care if that's what you are designed for. What I know is that if you were just a robot, you wouldn't have moved. You're what I am. Question remains, are you that pissed because I happened to blow up some property? Or because of the individual inside? You can give me that propaganda they've fed you if you want, but I'd wish you'd cease your pathetic attempts to probe and hack. You've done all you're going to accomplish. I'd rather see what you're actually capable of. It'd be nice to know that you might have other tools at your disposal besides cannons and general ranged weaponry, but you can't fault yourself for that oversight in your design. Either way..."
The suit ceased moving, and through some shifting of plates, expelled a smaller, much more humanoid form before collapsing back onto the ground with a resounding thud. The figure seemed to stretch slightly and frown towards her "kin" before extending her hand in palm-up fashion and making the gesture to "bring it". Who cared if the redhead was just going to stand there and continue to probe, find info and then continue that pathetic and demeaning strategy? The point was, this was an experiment. Let the opponent react...and then resume her usual grunting and firing. Either way, she'd get intel.
