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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/13/2016 11:50:06 PM
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"I want the overkill one...I didn't tell the full story. The sick fück took my clothes..then he demanded me to get out to get my clothes....."
She choked up on her sentence, on the verge of tears.
"You know that white matter stuff I mentioned...? It can turn into a camera....My brother, Ling showed up finally and shot him in the knee, but he still got away and shredded my clothes.."
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"Damn... What size pants and shirt are you? I know a guy who can get some stuff to us quick. And that guy can supply the overkill." Nat was referring to the seven billion nation of war that her father had ties to, and the ten thousand men that were given to him as a parting gift when he left. The gear she could supply Chloanne wasn't on the same level as Ling had for sure, but she would be damned if a laser rifle and insulated jumpsuits weren't good gear, and the standard track suit given to women for lounging wasn't at least bearable. She felt bad for Chloanne really, which was saying a lot considering Nat just roasted people and did heroine most of the day.
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"I think a size..36 in pants? My shirt size...hmm. I'd say a Medium large just to be safe. Fück I really can't remember. I wear a DD sized bra if that's any help as well...though it's painful sometimes for my back." [spoiler]Because women's sizes confuse the fück out of me. Like seriously.[/spoiler] She said, somewhat happier that she was being offered two things she wanted right now. Chloanne crossed her arms. This was a terrible situation to be in...
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"Alright, we don't have bras on hand for deployment but we got the rest. One sec," Natalie calmly yet hastily said as she exited the springs, her bare body exposed but she legitimately didn't care. He dried her hand on the bottom the she shirt she wore before mumbling something into her phone. Within seconds a drop pod fell from the skies as a black pant suit and matching heels dropped in it, and a purple low cut shirt came with it as the crest of the NWH was on it. When Nat opened the door for Chloanne, she pushed it slightly closer to the springs.
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"Thanks, seriously. I'll owe you one for this." Chloanne said, getting out of the springs and revealing her own nude body. She was..slightly comfortable around Natalie while wearing nothing at all. She somewhat hastily put the clothes on, though she was uncomfortable not wearing any undergarments Chloanne didn't really have a choice..now did she?
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"Need a ride out of here or no? My bike isn't too far away." Nat had maybe three cars in total, a bike, Jeep and a black van. Either served a purpose as the bike was her personal transporter, the jeep was her drug transporter and the Van was for road trips.
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"Yeah..." She said, looking at Natalie. "My place shouldn't be too far to be honest." Chloanne placed her hands on her hips, she really didn't meet anyone this generous in a long while. It was strange, usually someone would have assaulted her again by now. But this was different.
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"Aight bud, I got a pound of weed in the side satchel. You up to get blazed?" Asked a smiling Natalie as she started to dress herself once more. Her passtime consisted of various drugs though weed was always her favourite due to the relaxed feel it gave to the user.
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"Um..hmm...You know what? Sure. I haven't exactly tried it in a looonngg while." She said, smiling back. Chloanne needed something more than just a hot spring to mellow out after today.
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"Aight, follow me then." With that said, Natalie went to the front gates of the Dojo building where her bike was parked just out front. It was definitely not of this age as it looked sleeker, like something one would see in a play of Deus Ex or in Blade Runner. A Dradon PMB-7 it was called, in a shiny matte black with a brown satchel on the side of the handlebars, which Nat put on just before sitting in the drivers seat and putting on one of two helmets. "Your place, mine, or anywhere else you know of?"
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Chloanne followed Natalie, when she saw the bike she was amazed. She hasn't seen anything like it before. "Wow, that's a pretty nice bike you have there....holy shit I don't even know your name. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Chloanne..or just Chloa." She said, her Hazel eyes looking back at Natalie. "We can head to your place if you want to."
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"I'm Natalie, most just call me Nat," said the woman in a pretty friendly tone, as she wasn't going to be sarcastic nor an asshole to Chloanne after the events that just took place for her. "Hop on."
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Chloanne walked towards the motorcycle and sat on it slowly, somewhat wary of it. She wasn't too fond of motorcycles and this one didn't support her opinion any further.
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Natalie sped off without so much a warning as a "Hold on!" That she could barely get out before they were on the way downhill, and to the roads at the bottom.
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"Woah!" Chloanne said in surprise, quickly leaning forward and wrapping her arms on Natalie's chest right under her arms. Clinging on for dear life she spoke somewhat loudly over the roaring bike "You know my brother Ling used to be a fan of motorcycles! Annoyed the fück out of me but I had to deal with it! Thank god he grew out of that though, I don't know how the hell people can ride these things!"
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"I like 'em because nobody wants to fúck with the badass biker chick!" Shouted Natalie as she used a piece of scrap metal at the bottom of the hill that was propped against a rock to soar over the traffic below, and land safely in the street.
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"Ahhh! What the hell Natalie!?" Chloanne exclaimed in shock, her clutches on her only tightened. She had felt a rush...a one she hadn't felt in a year or two. Excitement.
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"Don't lie, that was fun as hell and you know it!" Shouted Natalie, louder than the shrieking of horns from cars in the background as Natalie swerved between several cars to get ahead.
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"What in the ever living fück!?" Chloanne said loudly, her heart was racing, she thought she was going to die even though that wasn't the case. She quickly thought about all of her life decisions up to now.
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The cars provided only slight danger as Natalie was still on the right side of the road, and when she pulled up to her apartment building, she came to a stop just out front of it and parked outside. "Well, that was more fun than half the shit in the Dojo."
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"I felt like I was going to die Nat...I'm seriously going to need that pot after this." Chloanne said, slowly getting off the bike. "So this is where you live..nice." She said, walking towards the building carefully. Because she was wearing heels lmao
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Nat had gotten off the bike and put her helmet on the handlebar, the right one to be specific because details, and she approached her apartment building. The red bricks housed a door to a surprisingly lavish lobby, and Nat entered the elevator not ten meters down the hall.
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Chloanne followed Natalie into the lobby and looked around the lavish lobby. "Ooh. This place isn't so bad, at least looks better than mine." She said, still following her and stopped looking around. "I mean..it isn't my apartment on Terra..but its nice."
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"Terra? You from that Imperial or Imperium that by dad talked about, or the New Terrans?" The voice of Nat had curiosity to it, as she knew of multiple Terras. The Warhammer kind which she knew little about other than Aliens and Astares, which sounds like a futuristic Dungeons and Dragons, and New Terra, the government with a commander so incompetent that he made Kim Jong Un look like a genius.
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"The Imperium." Chloanne responded. "I was..a Rogue Trader back then. Went to unexplored planets, I either made deals with the Xenos or if they were too hostile usually the Imperium Navy came in and took it over or bombed it to hell. Basically it was a fancy and 'official' name for Space Pirate in the eyes of my Brother." Said Chloanne, remembering her past..it was a strange one. "But it was more than that. It was basically Diplomacy."
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"Damn, and all I ever did was shuffle cards in Vegas and bitch at whatever man or chick I was with at the time," Nat jokingly said as she pulled Chloanne into the elevator slowly, just before pressing the button to indicate that she was going to the top floor, the penthouse to be exact. Her father paid for her shit here meaning she had more time to sit around and smoke up.
