originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][i]Background Noise[/i][/b]
[i]All around Tatakai, the newest arrivals had been quite busy. Fortifications had sprung up in unoccupied territories, placed strategically to prevent potential invasions and attacks. More soldiers and materiel were being ferried onto the planet from the three battlecruisers in Tatakaian orbit. Hawkwind was establishing quite a large presence on the planet, though it appeared that they were avoiding hostilities, and thus far had not done too much reaching out to new factions. Sidewinder was lucky enough to speak briefly with the Trayven, and unlucky enough to deal with Rubicon.
For the mercenary, however, this was not the first time he’d been confronted by another large force, although he’d been much less prone to flat out assault Rubicon. Too costly... for now. Same with the Trayven. Burning bridges was a fool’s plan and Sidewinder was no fool. He refused hostile advance and hostile stance, but he made sure that he looked like a force to be trifled with. Enough soldiers and enough armor made a statement.
Hawkwind was here to stay, and they were not going to be removed easily.
Their true intentions, however, remained a mystery. Sidewinder was instructed to be vague, and he was quite good at falling orders.[/i]
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[b][i]Walking the Line[/i][/b]
[i]Rachael had been in Dojoville for some time since her rather nasty experience, and she’d so far received a mixed welcome. She had to admit, even if it cost her some standing and some potential perks, it felt good to be honest with herself. Her act of kindness to herself in confronting her past and determining that perhaps it was best to move on, however, was overshadowed by the presence of Hawkwind. She knew very well what their purpose was. Rachael had sat through the meetings, she’d heard the discussions, and she was wary. The mercenaries were known for their ruthlessness and their general lack of concern for collateral damage, and they had gear to rival that of the Amoridian Armed Forces.
Aside from the general threat that they posed from what she could see, she also feared what would happen should they discover her identity. As she walked down the streets of the Dojo, a chill ran down her spine as she tried not to imagine being put through something worse than what the Courier had done to her. She knew precisely what her former comrades did for interrogation, and she preferred not thinking about that. Luckily for her, she at least now had armor and a mask, something to hide her identity. She could blend in in the Dojo, but nonetheless, she made it a goal to avoid contact with the patrolling mercenaries. Practice had her well-accustomed to hiding in plain sight, but never before had she actually been so fearful of what could potentially happen.[/i]
[spoiler]Both are open. Interact with patrolling Hawkwind soldiers, interact with Rachael, whatever’s good.[/spoiler]
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Rachel would then feel a bump as someone collided with her. Upon a second glance, it would appear to be a walking...goat. She wore medical scrubs and a white lab coat, an ID tag identifying her as Alexandria D'Angelo, Chief M.D. "Shit....sorry" She said, gathering up a stack u Of papers that had fallen from her grasp. "I wasn't paying attention, my bad"
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[i]She turned to the goat-looking creature, and simply looked at it. Her expression was unreadable behind the mask she’d been given, and she did not speak, though at the time, the doctor creature would not have known that she was mute. After a moment of awkwardly standing there and looking at the goat, she helped Alexandria pick up her fallen papers. [/i]
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After a minute of awkward silence, Alpha asked "Can you hear me?" With her free hand she used sign language to telegraph the same thing, unsure if she was mute or dead, or both.
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[i]The woman nodded back, and with her rudimentary understanding of sign language, she responded.[/i] [b]I can hear. Lost tongue.[/b]
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Alpha seemed surprised, but not much. "Oh.... Well...there are procedures to rectify that" She explained as she finished gathering her things
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[b]I’m good.[/b] [i]The speed at which she signed belayed a distrust from the woman towards the goat doctor.[/i]
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"look...I'm not going to hurt you" She said, sighing "It's okay....we treat everyone that doesn't go to the dojo clinic, so I doubt if anything or anyone is looking for you they will." Alpha had been on the run before, so she knew the signs
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[b]I’m fine.[/b] [i]She repeated again. There was hesitation, however. She did wish to speak again, but she wasn’t so sure she deserved it. Perhaps a bit of self-punishment for what she’d done, her new thought of atonement, something Alpha would understand if the armored woman explained.[/i]
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"You're not fine. Give me a reason why you shouldn't have the procedure done"
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[i]She said nothing more, turning away from the goat creature. This was not the time and the place. She wasn’t quite comfortable yet.[/i]
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"Look....why don't you come with me? I can give you a free check up and make sure you're at least healthy. You look like you could at least need that much."
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[b]I have already been seen.[/b] [i]She signed, though she knew she probably needed a second check-up as to her condition. Out of both a mild fear and a genuine distrust brought on by her experiences, she was not so willing.[/i]
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Edited by Viper: 2/4/2018 7:03:54 AM[i]Rachael caught a glance of a large robot, maybe a bit over six feet tall, turning the corner just next to her. At first, it was heading in the opposite direction of her, but then begins to, quite obviously, follow her. The odd looking bot looked to have some sort of grainy metal for its arms and mid-torso, almost seeming to flow around as it moved.[/i]
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[i]A machine following her was plenty enough to raise red flags for her. She did not show concern outwardly, knowing that fear was enough to cost her her life if the machine was out for blood. The greatest concern, however, was that the machine had been sent by Inferno and Sidewinder. Calmly, she turned the next corner, giving the appearance of ignorance to the machine.[/i]
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[i]The machine continued to follow, quickening its pace as not to lose her. It was curious, and wanted to know a little bit more of her little faction. She had spent some time observing the camps and such, and was really quite interested in what they might have with them.[/i]
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[i]The machine unwittingly had the wrong idea. She was far from being part of the mercenaries which were now on Tatakai. Her armor patterning and weaponry were different, the first clue. The second was that she seemed to actively be avoiding the patrol routes of soldiers, weaving deftly in and out of alleyways and buildings. Her movement demonstrated that she did possess effective skills as far as espionage was concerned. She didn’t draw unnecessary attention to herself, and she didn’t exactly stand out as far as the Dojo was concerned.[/i]
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[i]Despite that, there were other reasons for Chondra’s attention to be drawn to the woman. For just over a month ago from now Chondra had documented almost every person that has roamed the Dojo at that time, before any of these weird factions had landed. When they did start landing, she documented each soldier, and everyone to come out of the bases or camps. This woman, however, was not obviously a soldier, nor a documented citizen, which lead her to believe she knew at least something about the factions.[/i]
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[i]Almost unnoticeably, she glanced over her shoulder as she went, noticing the machine again. She was hoping it would break away, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen. Rachael sped up, continuing to duck and weave as she went, taking turns sharply and erratically.[/i]
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Racheal happened to meet another merc, one in classic looking Mark 6 Spartan Armor that was a rather purple... for the lack of better colors. The armor had fuschia trimming, rather flamboyant colors, unlite the classic camoflague. "Hey, watch where you're going, miss," the merc spoke. The voice of the merc sounded more masculine, but it was feminine enough to make them sound like a woman. If Racheal was listening clise enough, she could hear the tint of a robotic-sounding whir.
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[i]She shot the armored individual the bird, continuing on her way. She may have been alone and mute, but that hadn’t quite killed her attitude. Being pushed around wasn’t exactly something she took kindly to.[/i]
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^Where’d you get that armor? Who are you and how did you get here???^ *Rachael heard an unfamiliar male voice behind her. At least, it was mostly unfamiliar. Though it wasn’t clear at first due to the distortion, Alice had a strange accent unlike any other Rachael had heard. That is, until the male voice which sported an identical accent met her ears. Though it sounded surprised, it was still rather calm.*
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[i]The woman stopped abruptly, confused by the voice. It reminded her of Alice, aside from the obvious difference. Perhaps this person knew the Android? Perhaps they recognized the armor as someone friendly? Perhaps as an enemy? Thoughts raced through her head, and it was then that she remembered that she couldn’t exactly speak. That had always been her go-to. Talk and seduce. The problem was, neither of those was a viable option given the circumstances at hand. Rachael turned slowly to face whoever or whatever was behind her.[/i]
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*She was met with the sight of a man no taller than 5’5”. He was covered in a light gray fur with darker gray spots. Apart from having fur, a tail, and standing on his toes as he walked around barefoot, he shared no similarities with Alice whatsoever. He seemed to recognize the woman, or at least he gave an understanding smile when he recognized the mask.* ^Oh! I’m sorry, you must be Alice’s roommate... I’m her uncle, Vorim’Tairn.^ *He reached out his hand for her to shake.* ^Don’t worry, I’m aware of your condition. Good news is I’m telepathic.^ *He lowered his voice for the second part so that no one might overhear.*
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[i]She awkwardly stuck her hand out and shook his. So he was a mind reader and now her thoughts weren’t private... well it at least meant she didn’t have to write every single thing down or tap it out. That was a bonus. From behind the mask, she looked the... creature over, confused as to just what he was. Base curiosity, nothing more. [/i]
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^Don’t worry, I’m only listening to your surface thoughts. I don’t want to take away your privacy. As for my species, I’m a Sphirin. Basically we’re the living definition of what people here call furries.^ *He had actually stopped speaking and she could instead hear his voice in her mind. She suddenly knew that he could only read thoughts while maintaining physical contact, and that this piece of knowledge had come directly from Vorim.*