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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 0:28:37 GMT -6
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Transformation: Overdrive(+x3T), not active. A crater in the ground filled with the tarnished remains of a doomed ship, the fuel from the ship sprung fire and the cockpit seemed to be forcibly sealed from going through orbit. Within that same cockpit was a conscious Android 77, aware of her immediate demise if she did not act quickly. The ship was damaged beyond a recognizable state, the radars screens were cracked and blacked out, she had no idea what planet this was- even upon escaping the pod 77 was certain that she wouldn't be able to recognize it regardless. Pressing her hand against the burning hot sealed slab of metal blocking her exit she assessed the density before applying enough power with a kick to blast the hunk of metal out of her way.
Shooting from out the cockpit into the sky a second before the ship blew up. She somersaulted in the air before skewing down to the ground, sticking the landing with her feet and holding her hands in the air- proudly. "...Somehow, I stuck the landing" she said before looking back at the remains of the ship-. "Nothing but charred black metal and fire- I could probably have survived it."
She noted to herself out-loud. Seventy Seven proceeded to to scan the immediate area- the land and it's terrain- still very unrecognizable, nothing in her systems was able to help her assess exactly where she was- despite this it didn't stop her from deciding to explore the land a bit further. Despite her desire to advance, she felt reluctant to do so with what she could see from the scans, there was a bile area of beasts, and she didn't feel like getting into a needless scuffle. Another area had shown readings of an alien race known as Namekians- these were not native to Vegeta as far as her data-banks knew, maybe she missed her mark after all. With pretty much no leads she couldn't help but bring herself to a stand still, sitting down and folding her legs over one another- trying to decide what she should do. "The best case scenario would be to interrogate those namekians...but they could be hostile..."
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Post by Fospha on Sept 2, 2018 4:58:57 GMT -6
”Director Fospha.”
”Yes?”
As part of her initial tour around the planet, Fospha had been visiting all sorts of places across the planet and looking over a whole variety of the running of things. She looked at administrative centres, diplomatic bases, military ‘outposts’, so much more and yet all between. At some point, about a third of the way through her checklist, she made her way to the lookouts around and in the otherwise entirely barren Saiba Wastes.
”We’ve got a vessel coming in. It might be an old model, or perhaps modified in some capacity, or maybe even unmanned— either way, it wasn’t responding to our verification signals. Oh, and, if the most recent reports are accurate, it seems to have just crashed only… twenty-seven kilometres from here.”
”... Hmm.” This could have been any number of things, not too many of them good. If it wasn’t responding to signals, it almost certainly wasn’t a WTF vessel. If it wasn’t a WTF vessel it was probably some SKers trying to help the revolting natives or some lost, unintentional immigrants. Either way, probably not good. ”Send the coordinates to my scouter. I’ll deal with this myself.”
”Certainly, Director.”
Fospha soon after left the military base and flew— well, where else would she fly?— to the reported coordinates. It was precisely what was expected of it: desolate, empty, half-way to lifeless. It would have been entirely un-notable, if not for the burning ship noticeable from just about anyway near on the flat landscape.
Out of the ship— or, perhaps only there to also check out what the crashed ship was— was a person. Female and Saiyan, at a glance. Fospha scanned over the burning ship with her Scouter but, alas, found no macroscopic life signals.
She dropped to the floor, her figure dignified and (despite being both on the ground and shorter than average) elevated.
She only needed to ask one question, at first. After all, the ‘Saiyan’s’ reaction to her presence might have just been enough to tell her all she needed to know. ”Salutations.” It always helped to be kind. That way, you could take them by surprise when you went for the neck. Or the wallet. Or the heart, in either a literal or figurative sense. Is— or, rather, was— that your vessel?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 1:53:15 GMT -6
Not even a meter away from where she sat and 77 had sensed and saw the power level of a sentient life form closing in on her, she didn't seem to be able to read whether or not it was hostile, so she remained grounded until it came closer. Once it was in relative conversational distance the figure greeted 77 before the Android could take it upon herself to do so instead.
'Salutations'
It spoke- at which 77 would stand to her feet and turn to face the approaching figure in her most neutral of facial expressions, nothing to imply anything. Her dissuaded white hair of stress would ripple against the mild winds in the air as she rose a hand and tilted her head to the side. "...Hello!" She'd emote with a little cock of the hip before placing her arm back at her side. 77 wasn't really sure what to expect from the figure nor did she recognize the species, although it could fit many a type that usually fell in the same category based on how similar their vitals were- it could be anything, not that it mattered in particularly, but emotional tendencies were easy to determine with someone of the more known species of the world.
If the species couldn't be determined that put an Android like 77 at a disadvantage when coming up with a probability of how they would escalate the situation- anywho they merely asked if that ship she previously crash landed on was owned by her.
"That is correct!" She'd reply simply taking a few steps forward- not enough to be in rush down distance just relatively moving closer to get a reaction out of the figure.
"What are you- I have no record of your genetic code-
Also what planet are we on-
Is it OK if I approach you further?"
She poured out three questions as if they were tasks for the Figure that had approached her not 3 minutes ago. Based on their power level, 77 was rather calm assuming it could also read her own powerlevel she deduced there would be no need for a fight as long as they both remained civic minded about the android's sudden appearance on the planet. |
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Post by Fospha on Sept 16, 2018 3:53:43 GMT -6
The whatever-it-was seemed not-flinging-excrement-everywhere enough, so it probably wasn’t Saiyan. Then again, she did just answer a yes/no question with a ‘that is correct’, so perhaps she’d need some further testing. Maybe she could use the object permanence test? It was definitely an option.
Fospha did not react to 77’s movements with anything except the moving in her eyes and a slight shift in her head.
”I’m a Doragon, we’re on Vegeta and go ahead, respectively." Well, that was those questions answered.
”Do you have a name, identification? For yourself or the ship.” She asked it kindly enough but was trying to get across the idea of powerful tolerance— as if they were on quite good terms, but only because Fospha willed it. ”You give yours and I’ll give mine, eh?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2018 23:51:26 GMT -6
A few seconds passed by as 77 processed one of the things that the "alien" had told her, although it still wasn't really anything to go off of, it was at least an answer.
Seventy Seven still hadn't recognized the name so she'd be sure to remember that name for later if she ever ran into any other beings like this one- "Doragons".
It was good to at least know that she was indeed on Vegeta- with that information at least one step of her supposed mission was complete. "Hm, very well-" The Android let a hand rest on her chest as she went on to introduce herself.
"I technically have no name, I am Android 77 of the Shadow Division project-the base of this Android was created with the body of a saiyan under the name of Bita, I have no memory of this saiyan but with my original creators dead I have decided to return to Vegeta to find information on this saiyan- as I serve no other purpose, perhaps finding meaning to the saiyan this body was made with will help me achieve meaning- if not then..."
Seventy seven would look away passively as if the thought escaped her mind- she couldn't think of what she would do if she didn't achieve anything greater from finding out the past of the person she technically used to be. "I suppose I could always be a park ranger- are there parks on Vegeta that need ranger-ing?"
Seventy Seven asked with the current part of Vegeta's landscape being kind of...well it left little to the imagination, but of course seventy Seven knew she intentionally stayed away from occupied area's until she knew what she was doing. Her eyes drifted back onto Phospha whom Seventy Seven realized she may have told to more than she technically had to. "I guess I should wait for the answer to that after I get to hear your end of the bargain- who you are other than your apparent species."
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Post by Fospha on Nov 3, 2018 6:55:50 GMT -6
’Android 77…
... of the ‘Shadow Division Project…?
How very, very interesting. This ‘Shadow Division Project’ thing seemed to be making androids— or, in this case, perhaps ‘gynoid’ was the proper term?— out of Saiyans. It sounded like it had promise, sure. Saiyans tended to have some power to work with, and all the conditionally made them malleable enough to start with (that is, if you bought one of the already-broken ones to use). There was also the implication that there were 76 other saiyan androids, or at least corpses, lying around… although it probably wasn’t, it seemed like the handiwork of Bosmika. What’s she up to now, anyway?
”Oh, dearie, I’m dreadfully afraid that there are no parks over which you may… range.” There were certainly large swathes of land, and there was definitely some degree of wildlife (emphasis on the wild), but years of conflict and science gone awry had, for the most part, choked the planet of its nature.
Ah, she did agree to give her identity, didn’t she? Well, she did have a pseudonym in mind to use, but there seemed no harm here. ”My name is Fospha, and I am the Director of this planet. But that’s not really a concern of either of ours, judging by what you’ve told me. You want to find out about the saiyan whose body holds you now?” Fospha smiled. She had nothing against the saiyans as a race— well, OK, maybe a little something— but their scenario made this all too easy. ”I say don’t bother. The meaning of paper is not defined by its tree.” The paper has a greater purpose, and rejoices at its role in a larger society, ashamed of its primitive ways back as a tree. How happy it was to be chopped, sliced and diced, processed and pressed into a blank white slate. But even if the paper wanted to become that tree once again, all it could do is hold its picture, a flat and false representation of what it was made from.
”Knowing your roots won’t help you.” You’re a robot, after all. You’ll be fulfilled if you’re told to be. ”And there are no parks. So, perhaps it might just be better to stay close for a while?” In which time, Fospha thought, I can figure out exactly what I can do with you.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2018 23:19:47 GMT -6
Right away, 77 had been appointed that Vegeta had no such parks for her to range- which was something of a surprise, it made her widen her eyes- just a bit in fair shock.
'not even one?' she would have thought to herself in that instance. Well all that really did was just scale her option to be even shorter, guess she would HAVE to find out who her body previously belonged to if it really was the only option- though that still had it's holes here and there. Putting digression aside, the dragon like humanoid in front of the Android would be introduced as Fospha!
The...Director of the planet? The lighted android couldn't help but pokerface at the title- it seemed to be a bit important...perhaps they were lying? I guess it didn't really matter as far as once saiyan android was concerned, at the very least if she found herself hanging out with this so called directory for a longer period of time if the title held any weight at the very least the android could get to places she probably couldn't before hand.
77 would return a nod when the Doragon would ask in confirmation if she wanted to find the roots of her once saiyan body- to which she'd get an unexpected follow up answer. "...Don't...bother?" 77 spoke with no ill attitude or hostility- just genuine surprise at such a claim!
Even if she did consider such an option, that didn't leave the android with many other options...! But then the doragon continued with a claim 77 very much half understood herself- that finding these so called roots wouldn't do much in terms of giving her a purpose, it wouldn't do much after she actually achieved that goal, she didn't intend on acting out on that saiyans life...but maybe that's what the saiyan wanted- to somehow live vicariously through the android that held her body now.
Of course double seven had no interest in that...but it was a much more complicated reason as to why she considered looking in the first place.
"...I know...I know you're right I mean- as far as this one is concerned, finding out that saiyans past would do nothing of interest to me...but somehow.."
77 would lay a hand on her lower torso over her abdomen. "...I felt like looking anyway, sort of like that was their last request...? I'm not sure if they intended to somehow live through the memories I would gain from recovering such information or if they simply wanted me to know who's body it was I was holding and who I might meet...but I truly had no interest in that, it was only out of the thought that they had one last request that I felt obligated...wait." the white haired android would snap out of her monologue and look at Fospha in the eye. "Stay close...? as in close to you?" The android would let silence linger for a moment or two.
"I see, I guess if I really didn't choose either of the options I introduced you have some type of offer for me, correct? it seems unlikely you'd spend time on a lost android without somewhat of a motive- at least 20% of a likelihood to benefit you in return...that's a fair assessment- if you would truly have my company that is..."
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Post by Fospha on Nov 10, 2018 7:39:06 GMT -6
A sentimental robot. Great.
”You are not her, and she is dead. Her desires are moot, and her corpse is being used as a weapon.” A corpse that seems to be smarter than the original body— just another daft, innately useless saiyan. ”77, what that saiyan wanted is of no concern. You are better than she ever could have been, and to lower yourself to her level is the greatest insult you could use against yourself.”
This Saiyan Android was increasingly seeming far more Saiyan than Android.
Motives, probabilities and services, yes, this was something Fospha was better suited to. ”You understand how this goes, then, I take it?” All actions made for self-benefit. Connections and ‘friends’ means to an end, an end that moves beyond you as you reach for it. ”There are no deceptions here.” There were always deceptions, manipulations, games. ”If you are so desperate for purpose, allow me to supply one: work for me.” And perhaps, if Fospha were to go off-planet, 77 could eventually follow… see the sights, learn, and grow as a person. Or, as a particularly person-like weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 2:12:35 GMT -6
77 would stay still as Fospha spoke, keeping eye contact if the Doragon cared to return the gaze. The android's silence came about from the fact that- for the most of what Fosha had to say, she agreed completely, it wasn't as if she felt a true need to do anything for the saiyan in question other than the fact that she had no other reason to be around to begin with.
"You are right, I'm sure you can deduce how someone without a purpose might cling to useless things as opposed to nothing at all." The android would bow her head as she spoke, out of respect for the help deciding which part of herself she should listen to- and the android didn't at all mind abandoning the saiyans request. Then came the inevitable question- the one that D7 had silently been counting on.
The doragon asked if seventy seven would work for her. Of course, out of courtesy, the android let a few moments of silence pass as if to think over the request- but of course would ultimately conclude with answering yes.
"Of course, if you truly would have me- that being said, have you any specific passive orders? what to address you as or something specific you'd have me do?" The android asked with a curious tone behind her questions- personalizing herself to the apparent director of Vegeta- things escalated quite quickly after Fospha had actually put down the offer, of course it wasn't as if the android really had much of a choice.
It didn't help that even Fospha knew that, but regardless of what awaited ahead the white haired android very much didn't mind what would come next..relatively speaking, of course the situation could turn oddly dull and unfavorable- but the conditions in which that would have to happen were a bit too out of reach and didn't seem to be Fospha's style if first impressions were anything to go off of.
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Post by Fospha on Nov 13, 2018 0:22:53 GMT -6
Fospha supposed that it might make sense to attach to something of no use, if that was the only thing to attach to. But to admit it— even to acknowledge it— weakened her point, and she couldn’t have that. So she stayed silent and held her gaze, seemingly giving the impression that she knew exactly what 77’s thought process was and that she found it quite quaint. She didn’t, of course; unless they had used the pitiful organic saiyan brain as a computer, she was likely more intelligent than Fospha could have ever hoped to have been. But there were different types of intelligence; perhaps, 77 was far better at calculating projectories in moments, but Fospha was (again, perhaps) better at making sure she didn’t need to. That was the difference between the silicon in calculation and the silver in tongue; or, really, bronze, but who’s keeping track of that anyway? Then they got to the actually important matters. ”This hardly seems the place for such serious talk as that. Come, follow me.” Fospha would rise up from the ground, the gravity tethering her to the ground being replaced by a zap of electricity. ”I’ll take you to the nearest military base.” The one she was made aware of 77’s crashing vessel; the one she left from. ”We can talk on the way.”She’d fly, initially slowly, in the direction she originally came from. Assuming 77 followed, she’d answer. ”In public, you may call me ‘Director Fospha’, ‘Lady Fospha’, ‘Director’ or ‘My Lady’. In private, you may also call me any of those or ‘Fospha’.” She wasn’t big on being referred to without titles, but in situations like these it was useful. It showed some measure of trust to trick them into trusting you. It envoked the illusion of familiarity where, really, there was none— if Fospha truly trusted someone, she’d tell them her last name… but, of course, the last time she tried that, her heart was broken. ”You will report suspicious behaviour directly to me— I’ll go over what constitutes as ‘suspicious’ at a later date.” She sent out a Scouter Contact Code for a few hundred metres and forty seconds; if 77 noticed it and picked it up with the internal scouter Fospha was hoping she had, she’d have a way to directly contact Fospha as if through the contacts list on a phone. She looked back, momentarily, and smiled. ”Calling you ‘77’ all the time is a bit unwieldy, is it not? It’d be foolish to call you by the name of the Saiyan who contributed your base, but perhaps you have a nickname by which to call you?” Fospha had some slight ideas. Something to do with crowbars, perhaps, for the shape of the number ‘7’? ‘Crow’ could work. They could simply take the cheap way out, with ‘Seves’, ‘Sev’ or ‘Ven’. Perhaps ‘Sel’, as ‘s’ and ‘el’, added to ‘even’, made ‘seven and ‘eleven’, the factors of 77? Perhaps ‘Oz’, using a certain system, or ‘Iridis’ or ‘Iridia’ after the element with 77 protons? Perhaps. If you like the sound of any of those, just alert me in code or just in the Discord and I’ll have Fospha recommend it. If you have your own name, 77 can bring it up next post. If she doesn’t want one, same thing. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 20:55:21 GMT -6
Welp, it looks like with all else failed- 77 had a job now. With her newfound purpose, Seventy Seven happily accepted Fospha as her master...or employer, whatever it came down to- it would surely be more clear in the future. Fospha made a point that where they currently probably wasn't the best place to discuss...important information, so Fospha took off with the intention that the white android would follow.
On there way to the nearest "military base" Fospha decided to discuss a few things whilst they were soaring through the air. The Doragon gave the android a few terms to use when the android needed to address her. " 'My lady' seems ambiguous to use in public if for some reason you need to conceal most of your identity, Director seems to hold too much importance behind it- but simply referring to you as 'My lady' shows only my loyalty toward you." She explains beside the Doragon why she'd choose that term of all the titles and alias' given to choose from.
Other than the unclear objective Fospha mentioned for a moment- there was also the question of what 77 would be referred to as for a shorter term that didn't fill the mouth to much when saying. The android herself couldn't draw much of an opinion on the matter, nicknames were a bit hard for her.
"Nothing comes to mind My lady, whatever comes to mind when you need to use less than five syllables to call for me" Seventy seven continued by Fospha's side, reviewing the bief objective in her head before relaying out again back to Fospha. "So, you said earlier we would be going to a military base, I don't recall you mentioning any sort of faction earlier, would you like to relay that information or is it necessary for me to know?" She questioned keeping her eyes forward.
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