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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/18/2017 3:35:07 AM
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"She's a spy, I swear!"
[b]Trayven Camp, 1000 Hours
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A loud thud was heard then, as a scout forced the woman down onto her knees. The scout being accompanied by two others. The woman had blue skin seen under the hard leather and purple cloth of her outfit, stark white hair adorning her fair face, sapphire eyes framed by soft skin. The woman was alien, human looking, but alien.
"Isabella!
I found a spy, a Tribune spy!" he shouted then, beckoning to the Trayven commander.
"I'm not a spy." came the short reply, a calm voice, a slight edge to it as her glowing blue eyes shifted back to glare at the soldier.
The scout raised his rifle, and struck the blue woman's back, releasing a sharp gasp and then s growl of irritation. Gwen wasn't a spy, and all she had been doing was picking over the remains of her old apartment. But the scout was so sure of himself. In truth she could have killed him easily, snuffed out his light like nothing. But she didn't, knowing it would only cause more problems.
The scout grinned, staring down at the woman. She didn't have a scar or blemish on her, which was odd for a spy. He held a sword in his left hand, which had belonged to the woman, some weird design, which hummed with power. It was odd.
Maybe he would keep it.
Looking back up then, he grimaced, and called again.
"Isabella!"
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English
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"Shut your mouth, Georg!" [i]One of the accompanying scouts would yell, his cap flying off after he jolted with anger. He didn't dare to exactly get close, and was about to say more until the new commander approached.[/i] [i]Isabella was adorned in her thick black plating as she commandeered over the troops, a habit that she had committed to long ago. Skirmishes and battles broke out at any time, and there was nothing like being prepared.[/i] "So you captured a blue woman and sent her to me. Georg. Deactivate the sword and hand it over, would you? I wish to study it."
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The woman glanced up, an air of superiority about her, a studying silence. Her eyes dancing over Isabella. The scout hesitated, too slow to move however, as a light blue field jolted into place over the sword, and floated towards Isabella, the scout's hands shaken from place by the sudden field. It was most likely the work of the woman, whose blue eyes shone with a sapphire hue. She was happily offering the weapon.
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[i]Isabella would keep calm, murmuring a little to herself as she studied the field of energy.[/i] "If this was a Tribune spy, I think I'd be dead by now. You three, though.." [i]She would attempt to wrap her hand around the hilt of the weapon, looking for a way to deactivate the humming. Not that she didn't like it, but she found it ideal to at least return it to a supposed innocent. Supposed, anyway.[/i]
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The woman spoke then, a calm tone; "The humming is always active, electricity." The scout who brought her here, turned red. His companion however boxed his ear, cursing. "See, I told you!"
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"Electricity? Huh.." [i]Isabella studied the weapon for a few more seconds, before looking at the soldiers.[/i] "For fuсk's sake, Georg. Unhand the blue gal, or I'll ensure that you'll be eating goat shit for a week. Your breath already smells that bad, go brush your damn teeth once you scurry off." [i]...Angry Bella.[/i]
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The blue woman gave a sly grin then, a bit impressed. Normally generals didn't talk like that, normally. Offering her hands up, it wasn't Georg who did it, but the woman, who pulled a knife and bent down, cutting the ties as Gwen slowly stood up then, rubbing her left wrist.
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"Gods.." [i]Isabella murmured to herself, as she would cross her arms and study the other two soldiers.[/i] "Jamie, Caroline - I'm personally removing Georg from your little squadron and throwing him into kitchen work for that stunt. You both should know better - more than half of these "spies" are Dojo members. ...Though, Georg did command both of you. Jamie, you will replace him as squadron leader in your band, I will have a recruit join in. Both of you get some rest." [i]As they left, Isabella then returned her attention to the blue woman, before then offering the sword to her.[/i] "Two legitimate spies. Out of seven "spies". One was a merc. One was a.. Mando, whatever that is. One was a mage, one a Guardian.. and then a blue girl with telekinesis and a cool sword shows up. I've seen some weird shit recently.."
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The woman took the sword back, reattaching it to a magnetic clip on her back, securing back into its rightful place. Looking back, her glowing eyes danced over Isabella, studying the woman before she clasped one hand against the other behind the small of her back. She stood with an air of superiority. "Telekinesis..." She echoed the word. "That's putting it lightly."
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"Lightly? Well, your stop's just about up there.." [i]Isabella sarcastically pointed up, to the Dojo.[/i] "See how fuсkin' "lightly" they take that shit. Though granted, they'll probably ignore your arrival since their сhodes are all stuck in some gun barrel or each other." [i]The unfavorable opinion of the Dojo had seemed to especially resonate with Isabella recently, and it was only growing as she had to put up with it's denizens.[/i] "...Though I don't take you for that type. Seeing as you didn't bluntly massacre those three.. I don't think you'd bluntly enter that hole. Don't know you though, but.. it is a guess."
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"If I have to fight, I will. But I would prefer not to start fights where they aren't needed." The blue woman spoke with a tone only comparable to royalty, she carried herself as such as well.
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"One of those types. Alright, good in my books already." [i]Isabella took note of both the woman's manner of speaking and her relatively peaceful intentions. Her approval was expressed by a faint smile, nothing more though.[/i] "You know. You blue folks aren't that rare anymore. There's this other blue chick with cool sci-fi powers. I think she's good with portals and.. you know what the hell a Vex is?"
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"A machine with a bio organic matter in it that acts as a mind, yes." She nodded then, speaking in a slow manner as she had been.
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"Just checking if you knew, sweetheart. Quit acting like some pretty fuсking princess, even though you could crush my skull in an instant if you wanted. Point is - you'd probably like her, maybe anyway. And about the spy thing.. Can I get a name? So you aren't chased down by Georg's little fuсkbuddies out of anger?"
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The woman ignored the insult, brushing it off like nothing. "Gwen."
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"Mm. Alright. Isabella." [i]She offered out her hand, for a handshake.[/i]
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Gwen complied readily, shaking the general's hand with a surprisingly firm grip of her own .
