[Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

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[Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by Immortal Cyan » Fri Jul 27, 2018 8:47 pm

Continued From: viewtopic.php?f=6&t=162#p837 and viewtopic.php?f=29&t=187#p821

Sutākame Nomadic Fleet
Unknown Location
Hallway


Of all the slave women on the ship, Song, who was now very pregnant and tired because of it, was the only one to witness the confrontation between one of the few juvenile captives and Isabelle De La Rosa. It happened just as she walked into the slave quartering area of the ship. With her hands held protectively on her belly, Song took short and deliberate steps as her hypersensite rabbit ears listened to the argument as De La Rosa berated the child in a voice that oozed disdain and impatience.

With her final rebuke delivered De La Rosa strode angrily out of the girl's room, with heavy footsteps that were easy for Song's ears to pick up. Curiously, ever since she had gotten pregnant, her hearing had grown more sensitive to small vibrations and low voices than it had been before. As she often did, the former Alliance Captain shot Song a nasty look of contempt and disgust as one pregnant woman strode past the other. With a hiss, the olive skinned woman's door slid shut with more contempt than any slammed one ever would have conveyed, and in turn, elicited a slight shudder from Song as well.

Does everyone on this ship have to be so bitter?

Song returned De La Rosa's stare with a slight frown, and continued on through the hallway. Out of curiosity and sympathy for the child, on an impulse, Song decided to stop in front of her room, just to check on her at least. She rapped her knuckles lightly against the door, twice to ensure that she didn't make her jump.

This ship was no place for a child.

There was a clatter on the other side, followed by a hushed curse as Thorn put her cup down a touch too forcefully and recomposed herself. Carefully, she strode to the door and opened it, not quite knowing what to expect. She seemed unshaken by her encounter with the former Captain, almost bored by it, at least at first glance. "What can I do for you, ma'am?"

"Hi little one!" Song said in what was obviously a 'pet voice'. "I was passing through the hallway when I noticed you getting...harassed. Are you okay, did you need someone to talk to, perhaps?"

As she spoke, Song took in the girl's heavily scarred appearance and her missing right ear. As the child opened the door for her, a sharp pomegrante scent wafted into her nostrils, along with the smell of cigarette smoke, honey tea, and sterilizing chemicals.

To say the least, this was an extremely odd child.

Thorn cocked an eyebrow at the pet voice. "Okay, yeah, she told me some things I didn't exactly like, but what the fuck should I do about it? Never could get the cigarette smell outta the damn bed."

Shrugging, the tiny woman turned and gestured for Song to come in, if she pleased. As she walked back to the kitchen, the two shining chemical pods in Thorn's back would become apparent in her open backed top. "I just made a pot of chamomile and honey, if you want some."

"Ohhh please, I would love some! You know dear, I don't know many people your age who make tea, but I am certainly eager to try what you've cooked up!" Song replied, still maintaining that high-pitched 'pet voice', which one used when speaking to a child. It was somewhat ironic, considering that the girl was a few inches taller than Song, but the fact she often stood at equal or lower stature in comparison to most children was a reality that Song had grown accustomed to.

When the child turned around, Song eyes widened upon seeing the small chemical pods locked into a pair of ports on the girl's heavily scarred back. This was certainly a child who had already endured a lot in her short life, and she wondered just how well the machinery integrated within her body held her together. Her body looked to have been opened up and operated upon many times, and whatever surgeons she had, it didn't look like they had quite finished.

Thorn carefully poured her Song a cup of tea, feeling the shorter woman's eyes boring into her back. "That's the reason I'm catch and release, like some fuckin' undersized fish. Heavily augmented, can't take hormones, growth inhibitor, and don't know how old I am. Just never hit puberty."

She didn't turn around to give her shrug, attempting a casual, almost careless stance. Adding the honey, she turned to Song and offered the mug. "Thorn Ironhart. You are...?"

"Xú Song." The rabbit-girl replied with a shy smile, as she gently took the mug from Thorn's hands. "So...you probably aren't a child then..." Song spoke softly, her eyes narrowing in a quizzical manner as she considered the implications of that. "And wait...you're catch and release...so...they're just letting you leave because you can't handle a pregnancy?" The rabbit girl asked, her tone sounding somewhat envious, but not because of Thorn's inability to reproduce or to undergo puberty.

"Not just letting me go. I had to help them open my ship's encryption so they can wipe the drive of any trace of them, if not just a complete reformat. It's really more efficient than trying to fix me. I'll probably be under guard and fighter escort when I leave, and most of my non flight critical sensors are being disconnected." Thorn took a sip, noting the envy in Song's tone. Though that didn't ease her heart skipping a few beats. She didn't know if Song would tell her keepers about that little bit of information, even if she refused to confirm it. Diverting the conversation with a white lie seemed the best course. "Plus I gotta report that someone already has a claim, here. Makes life easier for them."

"Wow...uhhh...okay!" The rabbit added in a surprised sounding tone. "You already sound like a savant of some kind!" She added somewhat uncertainly, noticing Thorn's casual stance and confident demeanor. "By the way...may we sit?" The pregnant rabbit asked as she glanced down awkwardly at the hot mug in her hands. "My legs are quite sore and I think I'd like to enjoy this tea..."

"Of course." Thorn gestured to the only chair in the room, at the desk, then propped herself up against the counter. "By all means."

"Oh, thank you." Song returned, sounding quite relieved as she slowly lowered herself into the chair, which seemed to strain slightly with the weight seated in it.

Five minutes. Five minutes to relax and take my hair down, please! Too much to ask? I mean, how much more complicated can this mission get? Turned into a rescue? Thorn watched Song carefully, noting the ears and figure, the heavily pregnant belly and the way her chair creaked. Xu Song was no ordinary Tai Pan Maker. Something seemed off, and she couldn't place it. "So. I take it this has been a fun time? Captain De Rosa seems..."

She had to think on the wording for a moment. Normally, she'd say a sarcastic "Intense." However, to keep up appearances, she had to make sacrifices. She finally finished the thought, "She seems kinda mean."

"Yeah...she's a bitter one...just keep your distance from her and try not to be as stupid as I am..." Song replied, taking deep breathes as she spoke. "When I told her how I got here, she flipped..." She continued, the moment fresh in her mind as the event played over in her head when she told the ex-captain about her desire for psionic abiliies being the sole reason she was on the ship. She recalled the woman's judgmental stare, her inability to find words for Song's self-admitted stupidity, and finally, her sharp dismissal of Song's supposed delusions and far-fetched hopes.

"I'd tell you why I'm here, but everyone I've talked to so far has been rather...condescending..." Song added softly. "You're seem so smart and so kind...but I'm not sure you'd be any different..."

"To be fair, I'm here because I got curious. And kinda dumb. So I highly doubt anything you say will be dumber than my deciding to be a fuckin' window licker on the outside of this very ship and got spotted by the Captain." Song clearly wasn't falling for the little kid act, so she dropped it. Levelling her gaze over her tea cup, she considered the bunny woman for a moment. "I spent a long time in worse places than this. I'm not the type to judge a person's choices."

"Okay." Song began. She then proceeded to take a sip from her tea, her lips silently smacking together as she savored the taste. Having told this story many times before, Song knew exactly where to begin, where to end it, and how to tell it. However, she decided that she would be more candid to Thorn, since in many ways, the undeveloped woman seemed much like her.

"So, I was taking a life skills class for immigrants, refugees, and escaped slaves, which basically taught us how to live in society and become functional adults. Anyways, umm...a Sutākame taught the class for a few days and well...we talked a bit. So, I learned a few things from him about arcane stuff after he essentially...transmitted laughter to me via telepathy. One question led to another, and I asked him how I could gain psionic abilities. He was reluctant at first, but he told me that I could get a black market gene mod, but he clarified that there was a low chance that it would give me what I wanted. So...eventually, one question led to another and he told me about Sutākame symbiosis." Song paused, taking a deep breath and another sip from her tea before continuing.

"So...basically, larval Sutākame can create a symbiotic bond with a sapient individual, and through that bond, grant the individual psionic powers. So, given the fact that there was a Sutākame specimen right in front of me, I asked him if he could create a larval specimen with me. Of course, that would have involved his tentacles and my cunt, but he was quite adamant in his refusal." There was another pause as Song took a sip from her tea and glared deep into Thorn's patient eyes.

"Any questions so far dear...while I enjoy this wonderful tea...?" Song asked with a soft smile and a coy giggle.

"Seems pretty straight forward and well thought out. Special kind of dumb. But Hell, I've done dumber." Thorn had been casually sipping her tea as Song spoke. Shit. She have an escape plan? Because if she wants to hitch a ride, it's gonna get real fuckin' cozy. If I can even pull it off. If I'm willing to take that risk. Fuck my life.

In stead of voicing that thought, she simply nodded. "You have an evac?"

"An evac? Uhh...no...wait, you mentioned that you had a ship, yes?" Song piped up, her back straightening up when she processed the offer in her head. "Wait are you offering an..." Song stopped herself before she said the word floating in her head.

Escape.

Ever since she had gotten pregnant, Song had been wondering how she would leave the tentacled prison that she had entered willingly. Up until now, Song had planned to plan and execute an escape only after she gave birth and the larval Sutākame she had carried (hopefully) bonded with her. However, knowing that this "girl" had a ticket out of the fleet, Song knew that this was not a chance that she could pass on. Although her larva had not been born yet and she knew that there was a chance that it would not bond with her, she knew that whatever plan she could come up with later would be vastly inferior to what Thorn was implicitly proposing.

"I...let's not talk about that right now...but...later..." Song spoke slowly.

Fuck. And now it's a fucking rescue mission. In a pod that's gonna get real fuckin' cozy, and she looks about ready to pop. Thorn's outward appearance hid the stream of incoherent cursing fairly well, she thought. But this was still going to be a problem. Not that there weren't opportunities within. This one, the Sutakame probably knew exactly why she came. They knew and they could capitalize on it if she was granted a little more opportunity to do things such as taking walks in the main docking bay to ease restless legs. "Implications aside, I think it only fair I come clean as well. I'm a stellar prospector working on behalf of the Tai Pan, specifically a rooster woman named Sakamoto. I might need a favor, if we wish to discuss this at a later time."

"Well...by later, I mean a few minutes from now." Song replied. "After I finish this tea...and my story...but it sounds like you've already figured out why I'm here. I guess...later...became now?" Song suggested in a nervous manner.

"I guess so. Way I see it, why you're here is more important than how you got here. You probably used intelligence and resourcefulness that would be a valuable asset in any career. Or used your rather impressive body. Or both. Not my cup of tea, mind you, but still impressive, for someone shorter than I am." Thorn sipped her tea again. "Am I in the ballpark?"

"No, not really. If I possessed intelligence and resourcefulness, then I wouldn't be here, since I would have convinced that Sutākame back on Piyapon to have sex with me." Song answered. "You're right about the body thing though, I had to send the slavers nudes before they came to take me, since they wanted to know if I was worth the fuel cost."

"So you found another solution. Smarter than you think. Still not your brightest move, but my point stands. That cunning could be helpful to us both. Here's the problem. My release is contingent on the Sutakame not finding something that's in my ship, which they're close to opening. You've presented me with a bit of an opportunity, and in return, I think we can get you somewhere a bit less... Well." She nodded her head to indicate the less free aspects of their stay. "If it works."

Song's eyebrows furrowed in evident confusion as Thorn spoke. To think that she had displayed intelligence and cunning in taking this course of action was ridiculous to her, considering how almost everyone she had met on this ship up until this point was so quick to point out her stupidity. Not to mention the fact that this child-like woman thought that Song had presented her with an opportunity, when in fact, she had done absolutely as of yet.

"Umm...Thorn...I'm confused. What opportunity have I presented you with? I haven't exactly done much on this ship...other than grow bigger tits and bend over..." Song returned in an uncertain tone.

"Would it be possible for you to take a walk on the flight deck?" A quick software spoof of her own inbuilt datapad would do the job, and a command payload to wipe voice logs could be delivered when the ship connected to it, thinking it was Thorn. All Song had to do was walk past like nothing was happening. In order to keep this ruse, she wouldn't be telling Song the precise details of the plan. "Just a quick walk to stretch your legs. No escape attempt, no big thing. Hell, even supervised, it wouldn't be anything unusual. Hopefully."

Thorn smiled, setting her empty cup down. "Too easy. All you need to do is stretch your poor, underused, restless legs..."

"Yeah...it has been awhile since I've danced on a pole and my legs have lost most of their muscle definition and it's just cellulite now since I've gotten pregnant..." Song said, her tone sounding more open to the idea than before. She nodded her head, and gave Thorn a mischevious grin, "Okay...umm...well, the Sutākame can read our minds. There's still time left in the day. So, do you think we can do this now, to minimize the chances that they get wind of it later?"

Thorn's brows furrowed, her lips pursing slightly as she took a half second to think. "You got a datapad? If so, I just need about fifteen minutes. Don't be surprised if it doesn't work right for a few days."

She hoped her own, older model pad would be easy to clone over a newer operating system temporarily. That would let her use the application easier, but she would have to use the cable jack in her wrist and get into an admin system.

"I have a personal one back in my pod on Piyapon, but the Sutākame issued me one a few days after I arrived, and I've been using that one for now. But Thorn, are you sure you want to...do whatever hacks you're doing to this one?" Song said as she pulled her datapad out of her purse and held it out towards the child-like woman. "They might detect any changes you make to it..." Song said uncertainly, remembering the net, social media, and information technology lessons she had underwent under Bob's tutelage. "They technically own this datapad...but...perhaps if we disconnect it from the net...maybe they won't know?"

"That's a good idea," the diminutive mercenary took the pad carefully, quickly pulling the device off the network by simply turning off its local network cabability from the user interface. If she remembered the key sequence... "Ah-ha!"

The device had rebooted in her hand, under a diagnostic and repair mode that would give her the basic access she needed. "Networking chip's off. How good are you with computers? If you can manually reset the hardware address to match my own pad, the ship should connect."

"Umm...I'm a novice at computers but...it doesn't sound difficult." Song began. "Perhaps you can show me real fast?" Song suggested as she leaned forward attentively.

"It's not supposed to be. Just so if something goes wrong, it can be fixed." Thorn quickly pulled up the system information on the inside of her wrist, tapping on the screen of Song's pad to select the appropriate menues. "It's just set up in such a way that you can't break it by accident. Like what we're doing. The address is just a string of numbers that computers use to identify each other. All we have to do is take these from my wrist, and input them where yours were. Then we connect mine via cable and swap around some software, punch up the command, and you have part of the keys to my ship. I don't get complete access to my files, just a security thing. I can authorize move operations, delete, and record. That's it."

As Thorn talked, her eyes bounced between the two screens, checking and rechecking several settings so that the systems looked identical during a digital handshake. Once that was said and done, she simply rebooted, let the pad start up normally, though still disconnected from the network, and picked up a dual ended cable from the desk. Something she'd used to get pieces of encryption keys out of her own pad and put them on Moiya's device so they could make progress. This was no different. Installing the application, copying a couple of logs that would be used, and typing up a pending command took a little longer than she'd anticipated. But the device was a lot faster than decrypting the whole ship. And it would delete all files of a certain type. As though there were no voice logs.

"Engineers like easy. But they also know that certain things shouldn't be easy to get into. Just like this. For this reason."

"Umm...okay...okay...okay..." Song repeated slowly, her ears perking up as she took in Thorn's directions. I hope I'll somehow understand this. Her brows furrowed together as her mind tried to make sense of what she witnessed with her eyes. However, if what Thorn was saying could be taken at face value, then she would only have to get within twenty meters of the vessel, and this child-like woman would take care of the rest.

In essence, Song would only have to worry about the social engineering.

"Okay, umm...I think I get it...but I only have to get within twenty meters...right?" Song asked in a hopeful tone, knowing that she would be upset if she got the wrong answer.

"Twenty meters," Thorn replied. "After that, I'll do what I can can to get you out with me, but it may be a touch... Cozy."

Song breathed a palpable sigh of relief. "Okay...I...I think I can do this..." She took another deep breath. "I'll just tell them, I'm taking a walk and I'll look super intense and focused on something other than your ship. Ohhhh wait!" Song's dual-colored eyes went wide as she remembered perhaps the most important detail of her mission.

"What does your ship look like, by the way?" She asked in a high-pitched tone that seemed to hint at some level of confusion.

"Don't worry about it. You'll know it when you see it. Besides, 'fuck it' is far more motivating." Thorn grinned wickedly. "You'll be able to feel the sutakame kids' anger radiating near it."

A frown crossed Song's features upon hearing Thorn's answer. "Oh. Okay." She replied simply. "Let's just...hope I don't get it confused for one of the twenty other ships in there..." She said in a manner that was lightly sarcastic, but regardless, sending a clear message to the child-like woman.

"It's the little, weird looking one."

Song sighed once again, and wiped the sweat off of her brow. "Thanks." She replied, taking a deep breath that seemed to indicate exasperation. "I'm tired...but I'm more tired of this place, so..." She paused and looked down at her bulging belly and back up into Thorn's eyes. "I'm ready."

"I think this shindig's about as ready as it'll ever be. Song, thank you, for what you're about to do." Thorn gave the woman an honest smile. "But if you pop inside my ship, you're cleaning it up. Let's get this show on the road, yea?"

In a manner that was far more athletic than what her plump apperance seemed to imply, Song leapt up from her seat and ran outside of Thorn's room.

"Holdonletmepeefirst!"

While Song did that, Thorn piucked up the pad and entered one more command. Just a little surprise for the Sutakame as soon as Song got them close.
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Re: [Crossover] Oracle of Freedom

Post by Immortal Cyan » Sun Aug 05, 2018 10:03 pm

Continued From: viewtopic.php?f=6&t=190

Sutākame Nomadic Fleet
Hangar


After finding her way through the maze-like corridors of the ship for what seemed like half an hour to her tired legs, Song arrived at the hangar. With a deep sigh, Song put a small hand cloth to her forehead to wipe of the sweat that had built up there from the exertion of the walk. If it hadn't been clear to her before, it was quite clear now. She was out of shape, and if she couldn't control her heavy breathing, she would have to change her story to something more convincing if she were approached by anyone.

With a deep sigh, she stowed her hand cloth within the sole pocket of her tennis dress, tucked neatly in front of her datapad. As she stared down at the white tennis shoes on her feet, which were highly modified for her gait, Song found the beginnings of an excuse come to her, to use if anyone approached her.

Quite simply, she was exercising. That would explain the sweat, wouldn't it? The datapad would be her calorie and stride counter. Nevermind the fact that there weren't any fitness apps on it, like the one she had back in her pod. Song quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail, using her own hair as a tie for lack of bobby pins on her person. Without any more delay, she began to walk through the hangar.

The sounds of mechanical whirring, periodic...turtle noises, and the occasional roar of an engine filled her sensitive ears as she walked past the first row of ships. A handfull of the hard shelled creatures were floating about among the various vehicles and craft. Some deftly disassembled them and worked on their innards with their myriad of limbs, while others moved about, carrying crates and other heavy equipment. They were all busy, but as one worked on a detached computer core like a puzzle cube, it peered at Song from a distance.

Song briefly locked her gaze with one of the mechanics as her eyes scanned through the second and third row of ships. She didn't think much of it at first. After all, men liked to stare at women, and that was an unchangeable fact of life in her opinion. She would have returned his stare with a coy smile or a wink, but this "man" had tentacles and a hard shell. If he wanted her, he could get her with only a psionic command.

Song sweeped her gaze across the second and third rows, taking extra care to not turn her neck more than she needed to.

Please, Chiharu, let her ship be close, so I can get out of here!

Trying to ignore or look away from that one creature, Song couldn't find so much as a glimpse of what she was looking for. However, just as she was starting to fear the worst, the young, pregnant woman looked back and met her nightmare. Past the Sutākame working on the computer core was precisely what she was looking for. Strange, cobbled together, and practically Escherian, lay The Oracle. As though on cue though, the hard shelled creature's tentacles stopped moving as their eyes met.

Its tortoise like head moved forward out of its shell ever so slightly as it looked over its shoulders and all around, when Song realized what she was doing. The creature was beginning to wonder if Song was looking at it.

Song did a double take and found that her silent prayers had been answered, although in the most ironic and inconvenient manner possible.

Thorn's ugly ship was just behind the sticky eyed Sutākame, and the vessels was by all standards, small. With her untrained eyes, she could not tell where the cockpit was, but regardless, she knew that it would be cramped with both herself and Thorn inside of it. However, the more immediately relevant problem quickly presented itself, as her gaze focused on the row of ships a few paces behind her.

She had already passed the row with Thorn's ship in it, so she would have to double back at some point. To do so now would only raise suspicion, so instead she kept walking forward, until she reached the far edge of the hangar.

Taking another glance at her surroundings, Song found a water fountain close by. It was shaped and positioned for Sutakame, but she could still drink from it with some extra effort on her part. Without breaking her step, Song approached it and took a long swig from it, as if she were dehydrated and thirsty from her "workout". When she finished, she wiped her chin in an exaggerated manner and doubled back. This time, she made sure that she was within twenty meters of the first ships in the rows, especially the Oracle.

'Um, hey, are you looking at me? You're starting to creep me out here.'

Song's eyes widened and without another thought, she stopped midstride. She let out an audible gasp, which would have been difficult to hear over the din of activity in the hangar, if she hadn't done it at the quietest and most inopportune moment.

'Who the hell are you? Why are you in my mind?'

'....uh, I'm right here?'

The one Sutākame between Song and her goal raised a tentacle and waved it. Monsters or not, it seemed even they were prone to feeling awkward if simply stared at for long enough. Perhaps more importantly, the 'sound' of the voice in the young woman's head 'felt' different. In comparison to Moiya and Bob, it was like someone strummed a different string entirely. One with a higher note.

''Oh...'

Song swallowed and turned to stare at the creature in front of her. This was the one that had been staring at her earlier. The voice that rung within her head seemed to be of a different register than the ones she was familiar with.

There was a brief and awkward pause as Song glared at the Sutākame in a manner that seemed to demonstrate some level of curiosity. However, with somewhat bad timing, she shook herself out of her reverie and found her mental footing once more.

Conversations like these always started awkwardly for her.

''You were staring at me. Why am I so attractive to look at?'

Its eyes narrowed, then rolled in their sockets in annoyance.

'You're pretty, but you're seriously not my type.' The creature was still a good 10 meters off, between Song and The Oracle, but she could easily see that it had stopped tinkering with the computer core. 'I just hadn't seen you in the hangar before, though, you kinda started staring at me? Or, were you looking at something else?' Looking around again, the Sutākame glanced over its shoulder and spotted the next most interesting thing. 'You're not looking at that trash heap, are you?' it asked, pointing at The Oracle.

'What?! You were the one who stared at me first, excuse you!'

Song placed her hands on her hips in a somewhat aggressive manner and slowly closed the distance between herself and the Sutākame. However, based on visual estimate alone, she reckoned that she wasn't nearly close enough for her datapad to reach a signal.

'I'm just trying to get some exercise here, and I decided to pass through this place, where there is at least some eye candy. Some of the spaceships are really pretty but others are...odd looking.'

As if to emphasize her point, Song pulled the hand cloth out of the pocket of her dress and wiped it across her forehead.

'Girl, you need to chill,' the Sutākame replied, one tentacle pointing at her as another curled up at it side like a hand placed on its hips. At her mention of the ships though, the creature put the piece it was working on down as it turned halfway, dropping the subject and changing it for another. No point quarreling with the short stack rabbit girl, after all. 'Yeah. Some are weird, like that one in particular. I don't blame you for staring at it,' the alien replied, gesturing at The Oracle with yet another limb. Though the ship looked to have been in good condition, the...paint job was questionable.

Images of a gremlin-like person were colorfully doodled about everywhere, depicted guzzling down green soda and crunching on nacho-chips, angrily screeching, swinging around tools or otherwise being a nuisance. It didn't even take Song a second to recognize just who it was though.

It was Thorn.

The same gremlin that was bouncing and swinging her hips whilst singing along with some very old high energy punky music in her room. While every bit the woman painted on her ship, she did enjoy gravity and loud music on occasion. Hopefully loud enough to annoy a certain former Alliance captain.

"Keep the noise down! There's pregnant women here you little shit!" an all too familiar voice shouted from a nearby room.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Song knew right away that she was looking at Thorn's ship. However, she remained blissfully unaware of the circumstances surrounding the work of graffiti. To her, it was only an amusing, if somewhat parodic work of low quality art, which just happened to depict the woman who had sent her here. Presuming that Thorn herself had created the work, Song admired the child-like woman's self-deprecating humor. The idea that the Sutākame themselves had created this work simply did not cross her mind, for better or for worse.

'Sorry.' Song replied as she put her hand cloth back into the pocket of her dress, behind the datapad. 'It's an ugly ship, but it has an amusing paintjob.' Song continued, not wanting to reveal that she knew the pilot of the vessel.

With thought towards her mission, Song slowly approached closer to the vessel as if she were looking to closely examine the painting. She stopped after moving twelve paces, and took out her datapad and held it up to take a picture of the grafitti.

'May I?' Song asked in a seemingly innocent tone. It peered at her with a pair of its eyes.

'As long as you don't take a hammer to it like little shits did, yeah,' the rabbit woman felt its dismissal in her head. Already, the creature was loosing interest in Song as it went back to work. This meant that she could finally, finally close in to her destination. The strange hodge-podge that was the Oracle.

Song opened up the camera app on the datapad and snapped a few pictures of the painting itself. For now, she ignored the technician's comment regarding the hammers being taken to it, but she took a mental note it, for later. After taking her first round of pictures, Song walked a few more paces closer to the ship, until her back was nearly against the hull. This time, she held the camera out in order to take a selfie of herself and the painting. Song smiled wide, made a coy peace sign, and snapped another round of pictures. Conveniently enough, the screen of her datapad was facing away from the peering eyes of the Sutākame technician as her camera was closed by some automatic function.

The camera gimbal of the ship behind her gave a sharp whine as it snapped to attention on Song, then started looking about as something in it ticked over once. Lines of code scrolled across Song's screen, before her screen flickered and returned to normal function. It was Song's again. For the time being.

Behind her, the Oracle seemed to shudder slightly, as though laughing to itself. It knew what to do, and when. For now, all it needed to do was cooperate. That had been part of its command. But it had started probing the bay with passive radar, identifying components of reactors and thrusters near to it. Just in case.

Song pressed her back against the hull of the ship, before slightly jumping forward upon feeling the cold energy radiating off of the ship like heat from an oven.

"Ouch! That's colder than I thought..." Song said softly to herself, but still relieved that the datapad had processed whatever code it need to execute without raising suspicion from the technician.

The selfies had given Song a convenient cover story for her trip into the hangar bay. In fact, she fully intended to plaster them all over her social media accounts, before she and Thorn made a run for it.

'Thank you!' Song said to the grim-faced technician. 'I'll be leaving now, but if you ever need me for a booty call, my room number is S-672.' Song finished, with a coy wink, before turning to leave the hangar. It idly waved a tentacle at the Taianese woman as she left.

That was close.

If a camera gimbal could show an icy glare, the Sutakame technician would be frozen as the Oracle's cameras took in every tiny detail. The technician would find it a lot more cooperative, but that didn't stop it from wanting to overload the connection to the Sutakame's console and cook that piteous computer in a shower of sparks and burning circuitry. In stead, the AI took its instruction packet and executed everything that wasn't on a trigger from its pilot. All voice logs deleted, probe the bay with any sensors available, and wait. Cooperate.
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Continued From: viewtopic.php?f=6&t=190#p883

Sutākame Nomadic Fleet
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Song returned to Thorn's room as fast as she could without attracting undue attention to herself. After a long and strenuously-paced walk, the rabbit woman found herself in the hallway of the slave quarters with a sweat-soaked brow. Not to mention, the thin fabric of her white tennis dress did little to conceal her exertion as it clung to her skin like a bodycon dress that was two sizes too small. She thought to change for Thorn's sake, but she quickly remembered that the child-like woman was not actually a child. A wet t-shirt contest wouldn't ruin her innocence, if she still had any of it left.

"It's Song, I'm back." Song said, as she rapped her knuckles against Thorn's door frame.

There was a good chance that the sweat soaked rabbit-woman could hear the bouncy punk music on the other side of the door, and see the green indicator that said the door was unlocked. It was unlikely that Thorn had heard her, and from the room's position in relation to Captain De Rosa's, it was also likely that Thorn's music was a less than passive aggressive move. More likely her being intentionally abrasive to the Alliance captain.

"Oh, it's open." Song said softly to herself when she noticed the green indicator on the door. "...and she's playing screamo..." The rabbit girl continued, before she gently pushed the door open, entered the room, and locked the door shut behind her.

"Hi." Song waved. "I did it, and...nice music by the way...but..." The rabbit added in a tone that seemed to indicate a lack of genuine enjoyment for Thorn's music selection. "Can you change it please? My ears have gotten more sensitive lately, and...I don't want to have to get eardrum surgery..."

"Oh! Yeah, sorry about that!" Thorn stopped mid spin and pulled her forearm up, a few swipes of her hand dropping the volume significantly and switching over to a more pleasant ambient classical music. Though her attempt at an apology was less than convincing. "Captain De Rosa pissed me off."

"Ohhh thank you..." Song said, as she took a few deep breaths before taking a seat in Thorn's chair, which seemed to creak even louder than it did before underneath the thick rabbit's weight. "Gosh...well Thorn...it worked...I think..." Song said tiredly as she handed Thorn her datapad. "By the way, can you fetch me a drink of water?"

"Yeah!" Thorn quickly turned around and filled a glass, passing it to Song, setting the datapad on the table. She'd reset the hardware addresses in a few minutes, so there'd be no evidence of what she'd done. "So, considering you're back, I assume you met the Oracle. She's pretty, right?"

Thorn's sarcasm was betrayed by her grin.

"She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Song returned in the lowest-pitched and most drab-toned voice that she could muster, along with a slight frown in her expression. "Also, I don't think she liked me. She almost gave me a freeze burn. Ow." Song finished with a murmur. "Also, I hope that thing has good AC..."

Song took the glass and promptly pressed it to her lips. Within a few seconds she had gulped down half of the water, and she seemed prepared to drink more as soon as she finished swallowing it.

"Yeah, she can be a little... Her bark's worse than her bite." Thorn nodded slightly. "So you have any trouble?"

"Some. A perverted Sutākame stared at me for a bit and then tried to deflect by saying that he wasn't interested in me. Ugh. Anyways, I also took some selfies next to the very...elaborate graffiti painted on the hull of your ship, as a way to cover what I was actually doing and because well...the graffiti was legitimately pretty, ya' know? It looks like good work, by the way! I presume that you painted it?" Song took a smaller sip from her glass, leaving only a small pool of water left inside.

"There wasn't... Wait, grafitti?" Thorn cocked an eyebrow, honestly confused. "I'm gonna kill those little fuckers."

"Oh. You didn't paint it?" Song asked, sounding perplexed and confused. "I thought...huh. Actually, I don't know why I thought that you did it in the first place." The rabbit girl paused and glanced around the room awkwardly. "Uhh...look in the camera app on the datapad. The pictures are in there...I was about to post them, but I'll probably just...delete them now..."

"If they're good, go ahead and post them. Always great to have a public view of what people think of me." Thorn cracked a grin, opening the datapad and checking over the photos with a chuckle. "I'm still gonna shove those little shits' heads so far up their asses it'll look normal, but these aren't bad!"

"Oh well, I guess I don't really want to post them now...knowing that you didn't actually make them..." Song said somewhat regretfully. "They seemed more self-serving anyway to be honest..." The little rabbit continued.

"Anyways...umm...when are we gonna hatch this little uhh...escape plan of yours?" Song asked. "Are the Sutākame gonna grant you like a...special exit pass or something?"

"Well, if all goes well, I'll be released in the next two or three days, the Oracle's repairs done, no evidence of spying, and nothing to really piss them off. All you've got to do is get on board. There's a cryo pod on the left side, facing the sensor boom. Just hop in there and close the door. I'll give you two hours' head up." Thorn's plan was half baked at best, but this seemed like something best figured out on the fly.

"Well then...that sounds like a plan..." Song said, swallowing nervously at the sheer audacity and risk-taking required of the entire thing. Of course, Song wasn't unfamiliar with that, considering the circumstances regarding how she had come on board in the first place, but considering that the ship was thoroughly teeming with highly dangerous and reputably sadistic Star Turtles, this plan was more immediately dangerous to her than many of her other ideas, both executed and rejected. Not to mention, this time, she was directly going against their interests, and there would be no turning back once she committed herself to the escape.

At that point, there was no part of Song's mind that was in doubt about her escape. Although her treatment at their hands had been somewhat more mild than what she had anticipated in advance, there was a subtle cloud of evil underneath it all, and unless there was some way she could get what she really wanted out of them, there was no point in her staying much longer.

"But...I'll see if I can't come up with anything better..." Song finished.

"Please do. I'm making this shit up on the fly."

"Well, we need to start with a cover or an explanation as to why I'll be away from my room, so that they aren't immediately tipped off..." Song began musefully. "Maybe we could work something up with...heat signatures and a dummy?"

"I've got a little surprise to cover our escape, assuming we need it, but honestly, I have no idea how to pull this off. Maybe with a seed of truth?" Thorn shrugged. "Wanted to see my friend off, so I headed to the flight deck sort of shit about two minutes before all Hell breaks loose?"

"That might work...but then we'll be instantly tipped off, unless they don't immediately figure out that I'm on the ship as well." Song continued as she placed her hand on her chin in a typical gesture of thoughtfulness. "I think ingraining some truth into whatever I tell them might work, that way they have some reason to trust me. Besides, whatever we do doesn't need to be too robust, it just needs to be convincing enough for us to have time to get out of system before they discover that I'm gone." The rabbit said, in a manner that was more self-assuring than anything.

"That part of the plan's all you. I have nearly zero control over this situation." Thorn threw her hands up, giving a small laugh at the sheer absurdity of this plan.

"That's the scary part..." Song murmured. "I wish you did..."

The rabbit sighed and raised the glass to her lips to drain the last of her drink. After which, she set the glass down on the nearby table and stood up from her seat. "Umm...anyways...I'm going to be in my room...taking a nap of some kind." The pregnant rabbit murmured, scratching her ears as she spoke. "Hopefully something will come to me over sleep."

A small part of her hoped that the entire escape would come at an unexpected date, just to alleviate the pressure of formulating and executing a plan off of herself, so that instead, she would just do whatever Thorn had told her. Given how much smarter the child-like woman was than her, perhaps that was best?

"Thanks, by the way." Song said as she walked to the door, which slid open upon sensing her movement. "Bye...for now."

With slow and exhausted steps, Song crossed the threshold between Thorn's room and the hallway, before the automated door slid shut behind her.
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It wasn't long before Song saw one of the 'big honchos' come along. At first, they all looked the same to her, but over time, she started to figure out how to tell the difference between them all. Sort of. There were variations in their shells and such. Mostly patterns and colors, and a bit of shell shape too. Some had little bits or tiny spikes that protruded while others didn't. It was sort of like owning several different turtles and naming them all. This one? This one, 'Moiya', usually only came by once in a while, and it wasn't to touch any of the women. It was all business. This time though, she watched as it entered Thorn's room.

"It would seem your ship is now space capable,"
it entered after knocking. Or, well, thumping a tentacle against the door of the 'little girl'. Stating that, it stared at her with its four eyes expectantly.

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After Song had left, Thorn had quickly set into playing on the tablet, as though she had simply had passing conversation, if anything. As Moiya slipped into her room, she looked up, and squealed at the happy news, jumping up and rushing the space turtle. Wrapping her arms around its neck, she gave a hugging squeeze, her thank yous resounding down the hall with such volume and pitch that some historians might say they were audible outside the hull. Physicists, however, would argue that that is impossible.

Once she had calmed down some, she let go of Moiya and asked, "So did your people get anywhere on unlocking the encryption? She should be close to opening up, right?"
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Song spared only a small glance to the oncoming Sutākame as it passed her in the hallway. Although she did not stop walking, the bunny's hypersensitive ears were easily able to pick up the sound of the Thorn’s door as it opened for the tentacled creature. Fortunately, Song’s room was only a few doors down from Thorn’s, so when her own door opened for her, the diminutive bunny was still able to pick up Thorn’s voice from across the hallway.

Almost immediately after hearing Thorn speak, Song knew that it was her cue to go.
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Perhaps on instinct, the floating alien before her nearly withdrew its plated head into its shell, but stopped short of doing so the moment Thorn's joyous arms and fingers were at risk of being caught between head-plate and shell. Gradually relaxing, its leathery neck stretched out just a bit for her to hold onto; at the same time, several of its tentacles reached out to inevitably catch and put down the small explorer. Briefly shaking its head before she spoke, it settled before bothering to reply with the tiny voicebox it wore. "No, our codebreakers-in-training had an epiphany and succeeded in entering your ship's systems," Mōiya's little speaker-box began, watching her with its four eyes. "We have cleared the ship of any pertinent information, though it seems it was rather pointless to begin with." Reaching up with one of its fleshy limbs, the tentacled turtle-alien scratched itself on the back of its head. "Your sensors had incorrect readings on our ships and even categorized them as being simple ferrous constructions," it explained to her. "Worse..." its voice trailed off "...this epiphany occurred during another fit of collective rage, during which several non-vital systems were damaged. We repaired most of it, but the cryo-pod remains inoperable."

As Mōiya spoke to Thorn however, Song's ears twitched as footsteps came near. Standing not too far away was a familiar duo. One, fair, and the other olive skinned, the two dark haired women looked at the Taianese Rabbit with suspicion. Despite being pregnant like Song, the small bumps in their bellies didn't take away from their beauty, or the fact that they looked like a pair of mean bitches. Some time had passed, and the injuries the bunny had inflicted on them had well passed. "You're up to something, aren't you?" Kimmy accused her, eyes narrowed.

"You're just a lazy potato. Why were you even jogging around in the hangar the other day?" Ken pointed a finger at her, the other hand resting on her bump. Though the injuries had faded, the memories of them had seemed to as well.

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“That’s none of your stinking business!” Song answered with a single hand on her hip and another over her bump. “I know that you two live your lives with drones recording your every move, but normal people prefer a little privacy, ya’ know?” The bunny stated in a manner of clear irritation. However, she felt a sense of latent anxiety upon hearing her activities within the last two hours vocalized by Ken. It made her realize just how difficult it was to move around the ship undetected, especially when her every move was followed by two olive-skinned paparazzi girls who were dead set on leveraging any minor misstep against her.

However, with Ken and Kimmy being so close in proximity to the entrance of her room, the beginnings of an idea came into Song’s head, which inevitably involved ties and duct tape. She just needed to get the two diva sisters separated…

Song paused, and glanced down at the ground in a shy manner, before looking up at the two women once more, bearing a completely straight expression on her features.

“I saw Bob.” She lied.
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"You saw WHO?!" the two sisters chorused, quickly stepping closer to the pregnant rabbit woman.

"You said you tried getting Bob to get you knocked up to begin with, but he turned you down, right?" Ken began, fumbling to put together what pieces she could in her devious mind. Her sister quickly smacked her and made a shushing noise.

"Yeah, she said that!" Kimmy hissed. "What if he came looking for you? To get you off the ship?" the heiress realized. Stepping even closer to Song, she jabbed a finger at her. "You get us off, and I'll make sure you're part of our show gig - you'll be filthy stinking rich in no time!" Perking up at this Ken quickly upped the ante as well.

"And I have a modeling agency! I'll make you a star!" the other sister quickly added. With a single well placed lie, things were quickly taking an interesting turn for Song it seemed.

Song paused.

She had opened her mouth to speak, but the sudden and unexpected offers made the bunny reconsider, if only for a moment. Unfortunately, Bob was not here to bail Song out of her mistake, and even if he was, it was unlikely that he would have been able to take her away, let alone two other women. Additionally, Thorn's ship was small. She couldn't tell where the cockpit was on it, but it hardly looked fit to occupy two people comfortably, let alone four.

However, there had been advanced, high-end cargo containers in the hangar.

The wheels quickly turned in Song's head, but the idea of bringing Kimmy and Ken was obviously impractical. However, in spite of the impossibility of her initial idea, she quickly realized that the sisters desperation to escape gave her no small amount of leverage over them...

"He...came looking for me, and he's negotiating my release. But...I wasn't allowed to talk to him beyond a single message. If you...go to where he's being processed, he might try to get you two released as well...but, they'll only allow one of you inside. If they see both of you...they'll send you back to your quarters." Song swallowed. "Whichever one of you go, you'll need to hurry." She finished. "He might be negotiating now."

"Wait, what? He's right in there?" Ken asked, pointing at Song's room.

"No, you idiot!" Song answered, suddenly growing frustrated and slightly impatient. "He's..." The cogs turned within Song's mechanically inclined brain at light speed. "The conference rooms in the far Northwest section of the ship." She said, with markedly more serenity. "You'll need to get on one of the trains to get there."

"Of course Bob's not in her room!" Kimmy hissed at Ken. "I'm outta here!" she turned to leave. Without question, her fair skinned half-sister turned and followed without question or a single look back at Song.

"Hell no, I'm getting out of here!" she snapped back at Kimmy, racing to get ahead of her. It was clear what was on their ungrateful minds, but, at least she had managed to get the two out of her ears for the time being. Somehow.

"Wait!" Song said, just before the sisters managed to gain much distance away from her room. "Only one of you can go! Do you two ever listen?!"

"Yeah, there can only be one!" Ken shouted at Kimmy, doing her best to push past the olive skinned sister.

"And that's gonna be me!" Kimmy shouted back, pulling out all the stops to shove by the fair skinned sister. Before Song knew it, she was standing there, alone, outside her quarters again as the two rounded a corner on their way to that conference room. The noise had attracted some attention from the other women that shared the area with the Rabbit-caste, but already, they were starting to disperse, shaking their heads at the sisters' antics. It was nothing new, they must have thought.

Except for one. Leaning out from a doorway, a single brown eye stared at Song.

"No wait! One of you has to..." Song stopped and her ears drooped downward in an obviously dejected fashion. "Stay..." She finished quietly. Song sighed and glanced briefly around the hallway her eyes following the other women as they dispersed from the scene.

It did not take long for Song to notice the lingering, brown-eyed gaze from a nearby doorway. Song met the woman's gaze for a brief moment. Her dual-colored eyes went wide when she realized the opportunity presenting itself.

"Hey, you." Song spoke in a whisper, although just loud enough for the brown-eyed woman to hear. "Wanna...talk?"
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"The ship was really only built as a stellar prospector, so she might have only seen the iron in those alloys. Base components, not the bigger picture. If I ever go into spying, I might have to fix that... And cryogenics was integrated with the fuel preheater, so I may have to fix that in flight... Otherwise this is going to be a long jump." Thorn's brows furrowed as she took a more stiff, thoughtful pose, the wheels in her mind spinning up possible problems and solutions. Or problems that this symptom could cause.

"That said, I really appreciate your people's hospitality and wish I could stay, but I do have to report back to the mining company as soon as possible. Is there a cover story you'd like me to give?" Stepping back, Thorn gave a deep bow, her mental focus now forcing the designs and intricate systems of her ship to the forefront and pushing her plans to the side, hidden beneath years of physics homework.
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"Obviously," the other woman replied to Song. Retreating back into her own room for the rabbit eared young woman to follow, she soon found herself in just another person's quarters. There wasn't anything special here of course, and after letting Song in, the other woman quietly closed the door behind her. Stepping back, she looked the Rabbit-caste woman from head to toe as though gauging her. Stiff, back straight despite the small bump in her belly, she seemed like some sort of professional. Or, more accurately, was. Not anymore though. "So. Just what are you planning?" the olive skinned woman sternly asked, brushing away a few stray strands of long, black hair.

*****

For the longest time, Mōiya's tortoise-like gaze simply stared at Thorn.

"Yes. The adolescents thought you insane for using the cryogenic pod as part of your fuel preheater." It paused again. "As a component not rated for prolonged space use, catastrophic failure was to be expected," the expressionless alien began to explain. "They replaced its role with a proper cooling unit made out of cobbled together items - " It was at least some good news. " - just prior to destroying the cryogenic pod by siphoning off the expensive chemicals inside and smashing the rest. They then added more graffiti to the outer hull."

Again, the floating creature just stared down at Thorn.
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Post by HarperMadi » Sat Sep 22, 2018 9:04 pm

"Considering the cryogenic pod was pulling double duty as my cab--wait, what? Grafitti?" Thorn's rambling was cut off by her apparent confusion, then a flash of anger passed over her face before she settled down, a slight twitch in her left eye remaining. "That can be handled later. Cryo was also my cockpit. Is the conn screen and control system intact? Maybe the hab? The suit gets a little cramped and it's really hard to eat with my helmet on."

She hadn't honestly seen why running her fuel preheater through her cryogenic pod's main cooling array had been so insane. After all, her ship was fueled by hydrogen, which boiled at right about 75 Kelvin, more than cold enough for her to cut out significant mass in heatsinks and thermal redistribution systems. Considering she used that low boiling point of hydrogen to cool the rest of her systems, the Oracle could then sort the highest energy atoms for fusion based on their apparent mass, circulating the rest back into the system and keeping everything a nicely chilled 80 to 100 degrees Kelvin.
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Song raised a single eyebrow in response to the woman, and gave her a curious glare.

“How do you know that I’m planning-” Song abruptly cut herself off as a wash of crimson slowly came over her brown skin. Song knew that she was an open book, but to already have attracted suspicion from someone that she hardly knew was quite alarming. However, Song quickly remembered that she had asked the rather professional-looking woman to talk in a manner that was somewhat conniving. She realized that if the woman thought she was preparing to make a run for it, then she would almost certainly want in on the plan as well. Although Song realized that she was not necessarily in a position to help the olive-skinned woman escape as well, she wondered if she could create some form of temporary leverage over her.

“How much can I trust you?” Song asked abruptly, as she placed both of her hands on top of the woman’s shoulders. “Tell me your name, your slave designation code, and...your favorite sex position...then...I’ll let you know.” The rabbit woman finished with an air of forced authority.
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The Sutakame in front of Thorn opened its beak and sighed, the smaller mouth inside its maw doing just the same. Before it replied, it closed its four eyes, rubbing the temples of its tortoise-like head for a moment as it tried to clear its mind.

"The three troublemakers were increasingly of the belief that your ship is not fit for space, having been built out of an assortment of spare parts and components, many of which were repurposed and reused in ways that they were never intended to be," Mōiya explained. Stretching its head out just a bit, the creature rubbed the back of its soft, leathery neck. "I agree with their assessment, though not their course of action. Few, if any, international safety standards appear to have been met, and a catastrophic failure in the near future was very probable. Take the...canopy," the Sutakame paused for a moment, unsure if it could even be called that. "It is not rated for micrometeorite impacts, and would have quite possibly been breached." Floating about in front of Thorn, the multi-limbed alien bobbed up and down, something that was rather incomprehensible. "I am having trouble justifying your release due to these unforeseen costs."

And just like that, everything was now at risk.

*****

The woman narrowed her eyes at Song when she heard that.

"I heard that they paired you up with the smartest of their bunch, but now I know why. They had to," the woman sourly remarked, her opinion of the other woman even lower than it had been before. "Isabelle. Isabelle De La Rosa, former captain of the Alliance ship 'Monitor'," she introduced herself to the second class rabbit caste. "I told Thorn she had to take this seriously, but I can see she isn't as smart as she thinks she is." Isabelle then pointed a finger at Song. "Do you know what you are right now? I'll spell it out since a bimbo like you can't figure it out - you're a biohazard," she accused the young woman. "If you happen to pop right as you're entering the hangar, there's no telling what will happen with your hellspawn on the loose! You're putting others at risk!"

Was she going to tell?
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"Then let me cover the cost!" Thorn quickly grew flustered and annoyed. "That ship is my home. She's as alive as I am, and if her cabin holds air, shield works, all necessary systems are go, then I will send you the paperwork and receipts for Alliance and Taianese quality components as I buy them so that she'll be ready whenever you'd like to reinspect her! You got what you wanted, Moiya! I need to report back almost a week ago, there's a good chance that someone's worried about me, and I'd really rather my employers not come looking for me. Trust me, she's lasted this long. Your inspection's good for a work order on Port Endeavor. I'm sure someone has a shopping list of bits I need to make her legally spaceworthy despite the fact that she's got a current hull registration in three nations."

She took a deep breath after her tirade, something in her chest whirring as her rebreather dumped oxygen into her system to keep her calm. Her hands clasped as she brought an image to the forefront of her mind, an absolute worst case scenario of a mining ship passing the area she disappeared in, followed shortly by a full war fleet. Another quick breath and her volume dropped significantly, her tone taking on a pleading, almost scared note. "Please, Moiya. I like your people. I really do. You treat me better as a prisoner than most do as a free citizen. But no matter how this turns out, I have a job to do, and I don't really care about my safety as long as nobody else gets hurt. Which is exactly what's gonna happen if people come looking for me. They invested significantly in fuel and supplies to last me a week out here, make a few jumps if needed, and get home. The loss of my data's already going to ruin me, but I can forge a computer error and massive mechanical failure, maybe my insurance will cover it."
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"I believe the Schwarze Mesa brand crowbar disagrees with your assertion that your ship meets international standards, but that is another topic," the floating alien replied to Thorn. "More importantly, your money is of no use for us, as we are not able to interact with the various nations and their financial systems outside of bank robberies and raiding," it pointed out to her. The thought of Mōiya floating into a bank to complete the transaction was, in fact, rather absurd. Still, the creature definitely had something else in mind as it drifted downwards, lowering its head to Thorn's level. Silently bringing its tortoise-like face close to hers, the alien then blinked. "Most importantly, what is this about your employer? This...'Sakamoto' you met?" These days, almost everything Asian sounding was equated to the Taianese, nevermind if they were Asian human immigrants in the Alliance.

She knew where it was going with this.
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Song's eyes widened, and she let her hands fall from Isabelle's shoulders upon coming to the realization that the woman was not necessarily one to be trusted. A frown came over her features, and the rabbit-girl placed her hands on her hips as if she were deeply contemplating Isabelle's words.

To say the least, she was doing no such thing.

"What are you talking on about? Tentacle babies pose no threat to no one, no how, no way, no chance!" Song exclaimed as she cocked her hips to the side. "Isabelle, they can't even walk!" She added in a tone that made it seem obvious to the former Alliance naval captain.

“Do you know what’s going to happen? I’m going to swaddle, sing to them, and feed them like they're little babies...which they technically are by the way, and everything will be okay.” Song finished with a satisfied grin appearing across her features. “All will be alright, and there will be nothing to worry about.”
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Hearing Song's reply, the pregnant woman simply stared at her with a look of absolute horror.
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Post by Immortal Cyan » Thu Sep 27, 2018 8:38 pm

If an ugly expression of aversion and horror could anything to challenge Song’s resolve, then she would have never been on the Sutākame breeding ship in the first place. Song crossed her hands over her chest and raised a single, well-groomed eyebrow at the stunned Alliance captain. Regardless of Song’s reaction, the woman’s contorted expression did not seem to disappear from her features for quite some time.

To say the least, it was making Song angry.

Song’s expression slowly shifted from one of ambivalence, to one of marked displeasure. She was angry that she was not being taken seriously, and perhaps even mocked by the woman in front of her. By getting Ken and Kimmy out of her hair, the rabbit girl thought that she had managed to rid herself of such juvenile behavior, if only for a short amount of time. Song only grew angrier at the thought of those two, and her expression twisted itself into a sharp grimace in reflection of her internal emotions.

“Cut it out!” She demanded suddenly, as she stamped a powerful right foot against the floor in a manner that was reminiscent of her caste’s namesake. “This isn’t helping at all! Isabelle, can I trust you...or not?”

The threat of violence was implicit in her poisonous tone.
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

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"Sakomoto is an aggrivator." Thorn's voice turned bitter as she crossed her arms. "She's a flirt and likes to challenge people on their self esteem. Sell people a better them. But she's going to be giving me a full new cryogenic cabin with a food processor in exchange for stellar prospecting data and information on this perfectly legal Ersutu mining claim. She's already gotten me into a lot of trouble with the Port Authorty, partially due to my own arrogance about the Oracle. So my first encounter with the Tai Pan is about as good as yours. As is my taste for them, if they're anything like that arrogant peacock of a chicken woman. But the fact remains that she owes me, and I intend on collecting that debt."

If Moiya would look at her mind, he'd find an image of the woman in question, alongside a lot of paperwork that Thorn had to do thanks to her own ill thought out attempts to impress her. "Sakomoto is not a threat. Just an annoyance. She's not even my point of contact for this contract. That would be Captain Johannes of the Secondary Exploratory. She's just fulfilling the bill. Mine is an Alliance contract under Taianese brokerage. So if you'd be willing to enter logs about this being a legal claim by someone else, that will make this lie a lot easier to sell, and no one will bother you."
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Post by CadetNewb » Sat Sep 29, 2018 7:53 pm

"I-I don't know!" the former captain cried out in anguish, her hands flung up to the heavens in exasperation. "I've never run into so much stupid before!" Isabelle grabbed her head in pain. Putting a hand on the small bump in her belly, she sat down on a chair and buried her face in the palm of her hand. "Ugh. I don't know what to do anymore. This is just too much," she almost wanted to cry. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down, the former Alliance Captain attempted to explain to Song what she was dealing with. "Let me try and explain this," she began, looking at Song with all seriousness. "When you give birth, they might come out of you the normal way. But, they might also just burst out of your belly with lots of blood and bits of you flying everywhere like in that really old movie from Earth." She paused, hoping that Song was following. "Then, the larva might attack people and enter their body to take control of them, to guide back to this flotilla. You follow where I'm going with this?"

The look on Isabelle's face pleaded with Song to understand.

*****

"Not possible." Mōiya's words hung in the air like a horrible dread, but not for long. "The degree of 'change' to your vessel will be suspicious," it explained to Thorn. Since she had never dealt with psionics before, there was only one thing she knew for certain; that she knew nothing. "Instead, I want you to say that you were captured, your ship was tampered with, and that this flotilla had finished its operations and moved to this location," the Sutakame instructed the tiny person, holding up a hologram projector for her to see. In truth, Thorn realized, she didn't even know what it'd be like if it started rummaging through her head. Would she even feel anything? Know it was in there and going through her memories and thoughts like someone raiding her panty drawers? She just didn't know.

"Do we have a deal?" Mōiya asked.
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by HarperMadi » Sat Sep 29, 2018 8:05 pm

Thorn had realized long ago that the key to getting out of this situation had been tactical loss of control. But with the realization that her own mental walls were more of a beacon to the Sutakame, she'd stopped trying to quell her thoughts. Just focus on the things she wanted them to see. Even then, that wouldn't stop them digging deeper and she knew it. So she didn't have a plan. She came up with pieces of a plan and executed, but never had more than a tenth of a plan in place at any one time. Or that's what she liked to tell herself. In all actuality, there was nothing stopping Moiya from changing the terms of their agreement on a whim, scrapping the Oracle, and locking her away in some engine room just like when she was a few inches shorter.

"So partial truths. We have a deal." Thorn analyzed the projector closely, nodding quickly as she realized that the data was nothing more than a quick smash and grab hack on her way out would grant her. "Captured, deemed less of a threat alive, and sent on my merry way. Though I did grab jump vectors despite some rather extensive disarming of my ship."
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Post by Immortal Cyan » Sat Sep 29, 2018 9:48 pm

There was a short moment when Song did not speak after the former captain finished her explanation. Her gaze was extremely intense, although somewhat unfocused, as the cogs seemed to turn in her head. For a moment, it would seem like Song had finally realized the danger that she would be putting herself and others in by attempting an escape. Her eyebrows shot upward, as if she were stunned in some way. However, Isabelle’s hopes would be immediately crushed by a single two-word phrase delivered from Song’s disgustingly inflated lips.

“You’re lying.” She spoke in an oddly calm manner, before her face contorted itself in an expression that seemed to convey a mix of rage, desperation, and denial. “Covetous, jealous, deceitful.You only seek to block the progress of my passion, because you never had the strength of will to realize your own potential, and you seek to stop others who do. I’ve already overcome so many others like you, those who made pretenses of being teachers or so-called ‘experts’, and who avowed that they wanted the best for me!” Song strode towards the pregnant former Alliance captain and with one inhumanly fast movement, aimed to grip her by the neck, intending to choke the woman to incapacitation.

“Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle.” Song began in an eerily calm and matronly tone. “There have been so many like you...who patronized, indulged, and entertained me, only to abandon me when I needed their support the most!” Song continued, her tone taking on a more venomous and malicious aspect as she went on.”You are not the first! And you will certainly not be the last!”
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In an instant, Isabelle was in Song's grasp.

Song had complete and utter control over the pregnant woman, and unable to do a thing, she could only futility grab at the rabbit-woman's arm. As her eyes bulged with shock and horror, Song realized that if she just squeezed a little bit more, she could crush her throat with ease. Maybe even snap her neck. The short woman had been working shitty hours, at a shitty job, with shitty pay, and on top of that, one person after another had been taking advantage of her. Nobody would help her. Nobody cared. But now! Now she was the one in charge, and there was nothing Isabelle could do about it! Song discovered her hidden strength, and now, she was only going to get stronger! Once her precious baby was born, she'd be unstoppable! By now, Isabelle was suffocating. Unable to breathe, her protests weakened as her eyes slowly started rolling up. With her out of the way, they were going to escape on Thorn's ship in no time at all.

Hot blood splattered all over Song as Isabelle's belly ruptured, a horrific serpent-like creature lashing out from inside the other woman's body. Pain cutting into her flesh, the serpent-creature bit the Rabbit with its screeching beak, over and over again like a viper.

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"I could care less," Mōiya's voicebox replied to Thorn. It had to have known that there was a good chance the tiny scientist wouldn't do what she said she would, but, it seemed it was willing to settle for her promise. "Now, we need to - " The Sutakame was cut off by a piercing screech. Looking back and forward between Thorn and the general source of the sound, it then ushered her out. "Where? Where is that scream?" it asked, voice rising with worry.
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

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"I don't know, it sounds like it's down the hall," Thorn responded automatically, following Moiya's gesture. She quickly backpedalled up the hall, away from the sound. "I'm not much of a fighter or really good at not getting caught by rather unpleasant things, so I'm not going down there. Like to think myself a bit smarter than that!"

The instant the screech hit her ears, her mind went to all sorts of dangeous creatures she had come across in her travels. In fact, a good few of her scars were a lot fresher than her few scant years of true freedom. These creatures were not things for her to handle. This was clearly a situation better left to professionals.
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The sudden, unexpected and overhelming sensation of power came upon Song like a fast acting ecstasy drug. The urge to simply snap Isabelle's neck and to be done with her was nigh-irrestible. With little more than a thought, the helpless former military captain woman would slump within her grasp.

But what good was power if it was not exercised with discretion?

Song let out a deep and throaty moan, which had a peculiarly erotic note to it. A wide grin crossed over her features, and her eyes stared deeply into Isabelle's bulging orbs with a focused gaze.

Locked within a raw climax of power, the sudden explosion of blood, viscera, and guts from Isabelle's belly caught Song completely off kilter. A series of shrill screams erupted from her throat when the beaked, serpent-like creature began to lash at her bosom, cutting deep into her plump flesh with each strike of its sharp maw. Immediately, Song released her grip on Isabelle's neck and let the bursted woman fall unceremoniously into her chair. When she reached her hands in order to defend herself, the serpent simply snaked around her and began to gnaw at her backside, forcing Song down to the floor as she sought to control the situation.

"You...will not...break me...ISABELLE!" Song yelled, as she tumbled to the ground and let out a savage cry of defiance. Song moved her arms quickly, attempting to establish a grip on the tail of the creature before it managed to do anymore damage. Briefly managing to grab hold, the freshly born creature immediately slipped out of the rabbit woman's grasp, only to quickly wrap around and bite her hand. Pain sliced through her pinky finger as it was literally snipped off her hand like a branch being pruned. Flailing in pain and fear, Song managed to fling the creature off of her. Landing on the floor just a meter or so away, it coiled up like a viper as it angrily stared at her with its snapping turtle-like head.

And her pinky was still grasped in its maw.

Once more, Song screamed out in terror as her pinky finger was cut off of her hand like a plant being uprooted. Blood poured forth from the wound, but the sight of it only seemed to strengthen Song's resolve. She returned the creature's stare with a low and animalistic growl, before placing the stub of her pinky finger in her mouth and sucking some of the blood out of the wound.

"Look at you little one...a strong, beautiful, vigorous...dangerous creature that through some miracle of evolution, burst forth from the womb of...weak and...anemic vessel." Song began, speaking to the creaure in a low, dark tone that seemed to embrace the depravity of the situation. "I have subdued and defeated your progenitor, yet it seems..." The rabbit took a deep breath, and let out a short cry of agony as the lancing pain from the wound attacked her nerves once more. "You...are...unlike her...in every aspect. Where she is sickly and delicate...you are...virile and potent..."

Rearing its pinky holding head back just a bit as though acknowledging Song's word, the coiled up creature then reared its head back even more, and in a blink, her finger was launched through the air. Pelting her in the face, the creature lunged, coiling itself around her leg as it bit into the back of her thigh. Hissing, sputtering, biting, the thing was completley not having any of what Song was saying at all! However, a cough sounded through the room, and the serpent froze, mid butt-bite.

"You crave..." Song let out a sharp cry, as the creature bit into her thigh. "Thick and...robust feminine flesh-" She droned on, until suddenly, the unexpected sound of a cough vibrated within her ears. Her eyes widened in shock, and she felt compelled to turn towards what she thought was the source of the sound.

But no, the door was closed. Again, the cough came, and turning around again, Song realized that Isabelle was still alive. As though realizing this as well, the newborn Sutakame serpent leaped off of her and quickly huddled behind its mother.

It was then that the door finally opened.

"What. What did you do?" a full grown Sutakame's speaker-box gasped in shock. Despite the alien nature of them, Song was getting to know a few of them, and this one was Mōiya. One of the ones that was in charge of things. A big boss. And looking at it and the way its tentacles quivered, she realized that if it had eyebrows, it would have been frowning in fury. Suddenly grabbed by an invisible force, Song was pulled through the air, feet dragging against the floor until she was face to face with the angry alien.

The vicousness of a larval Sutakame had not been enough to break Song's will, but perhaps the cold stare a full-grown one was. Song was completely silent, even as she was dragged psionically through the air until she met the edge of Mōiya two maws. The inner one protruded forth towards Song's face, making Song flinch back in evident fear at the threat of further harm.

"We were...having a...vigorous...act...I choked her and..." Song closed her eyes and shyed away from the four-eyed gaze of the Sutakame. "She burst." She finished in a strained voice. Hearing this, Mōiya immediately dropped her as a suction cupped tentacle wrapped itself over its own downcast head, shaking it back and forward.

"If only this were the other way around - we had to pair you with one of our brightest minds to cut even," the hard-shelled creature lamented, its four eyes boring into Song. Turning its attention to the other woman, its limbs flailed at her. "Defeating this officer was difficult!" it went on, settling onto its limbs as it stopped floating. Prodding, poking at Isabelle, it found her chest still rising and falling as another limb gently touched the bruises forming around her neck. Bruises shaped like Song's own hands, her own fingers. "What relief! Her knowlege was almost lost." With a sigh, it reached over with one of its many limbs, and without fuss, the hiding larva coiled around Mōiya as it began to pick up the woman. "Song, stay here," it instructed her.

As it left, Isabelle's larva peeked out from among Mōiya's tentacles and hissed at her one last time, the door closing behind them. The door then opened again as it peeked in.

"Also, make sure to keep your finger on ice." At that, the alien monster and Isabelle's progeny were gone, leaving Song alone.

For a short moment after Isabelle, Mōiya, and the larva left the room, Song stood completely still at the door, her gaze unfocused as she began to process what had just occurred. The emotions that had led to her choking Isabelle replayed within her head. She remembered the sense of impatience, jealously, bitterness, and skepticism that had overcome her just before she had acted. Her actions had been executed in the heat of the moment, and although she had gained little from them, Song discovered that she held little regret.

Her attempt to entice the larval creature into her body had failed completely, but she had not emerged from the experience without learning something. If there was one thing that the Sutakame respected and feared, it was defiance. Even if her own spawn attempted to attack her upon emerging from her body, Song felt confident in her ability to control and subdue it, even if it did manage to consume half of her vital abdominal organs before she was done.

As the adrenaline dissipated within her bloodstream, the lancing pain from her amputated pinky finger began to surge through her nerves once more. She quickly recalled Mōiya's direction and went to pick her finger up from the ground. Song took a seat on the floor, and examined her broken finger with a quizzical gaze, before simply letting the useless digit fall unceremoniously back to the ground.

"I don't want this anymore...it's broken and useless...and they can just regenerate it." Song spoke softly to herself. "Rather have a cheap cybernetic than this piece of crap." She spoke, as she picked it up and shot it in the trash, like one would a basketball.

"Lebron James!" She added with a giggle.

Not long after that, because of excessive blood loss and mild physical exertion, Song simply let herself succumb to unconsciousness and sleep, right in the middle of the floor.
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by CadetNewb » Thu Oct 04, 2018 4:52 pm

"Hey, wake up! Wake up!" a high, shrill voice yelled at Song. Something thwacked her on the head. "Where's the finger you big bimbo?" the tiny, 5 year old girl asked her. Waking up, it took the rabbit-caste woman a moment to realize what she was looking at, though Thorn had a bit longer to wrap her mind around it. Clad in a pink, frilly dress, the little girl poked at Song again with an ornately pink, white and gold wand-thing before looking over at Thorn. "You sure she's not retarded too?" she asked. "I don't wanna start yelling 'Hey, Listen!' over and over at her you know."

Here they were, in Isabelle's room. Decorated with things that were clearly hers, and hers alone. Atop a table was a picture of the woman Song had choked out, her friends and co-workers at her side on the bridge of the ship she proudly served on. Her closet was still open as well, and besides the assortment of dresses and more practical clothing, the former officer's uniforms were there too, alongside some half-finished knitting that she likely had done to pass time. In another corner sat a lonely guitar as well, which like the rest of the room, was splattered in now-dried blood.

Yes, Song and Thorn realized, all that actually happened. And now a Mahou Shoujo was trying to heal the rabbit-woman. But she needed that damned finger!
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“A singer...a singer, I’m a singer...I’m...famous…I’m the singer….the singer is here...”

Still locked within her dream where she was a famous singer, it took no small amount of effort for the diminutive magical girl to pull the curvy rabbit back into the realm of reality. Her heterochromatic eyes began to flutter themselves up and down when she finally began to pull herself out of it, although it took a little while longer for her vision to regain focus.

“A singer...a singer...a finger...wait…” Song’s eyes finally focused on the small features of the magical girl standing over her. She frowned, evidently disappointed to discover that it was not a singer that the people in her dream had been looking for, but a finger.

“It’s over there, in the trash can. I think I may have attempted to dunk it like a basketball, but I’m not exactly sure.” Song stated, as she pointed to the left corner of the room.

At least she could follow basic instructions.
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Post by HarperMadi » Thu Oct 04, 2018 7:30 pm

"So... What the fuck happened?" Thorn asked nonchalantly. She'd seen gore before. She'd seen greivous wounds and acts of violence, while waking up in a pool of her own blood would have been nothing new for her, seeing someone else in the same situation still tickled something deep down. Some instinct that she'd hoped would stay buried forever.
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Post by CadetNewb » Thu Oct 04, 2018 7:57 pm

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" the young girl exclaimed, stomping over to the discarded digit. "Well, don't look at me!" she glanced over her shoulder. Reaching into the waste basket, the girl added, "Some dummy was all like, 'Coco you should try hitchhiking', and then wham, here I am!" the frilly lace dressed girl began, mimicking an older man's voice. Standing up straight she tapped the finger with her garish stick, the lost digit glowing. "And next thing I know, the turtles ask me to fix someone, and look at the mess! I'm like, ohmygoshitseverywhere!" Coco waved her arms around. As she came back over to Song, she stuck the pinkie where it was supposed to be. "Since you didn't ice it, it's gonna hurt. A lot!" Pointing her magical stick at the severed finger, she called forth her power. "Pretty princess pretty patch!" With a flash of pink, golden sparkles and white light, Song was reunited with her pinkie.

"There. As circulation returns, you're gonna go through a long and painful recovery!" Stepping back to examine her work, the color coming back to the finger, Coco placed her hands on her hips, magic stick still in hand. "So what did happen?" the little girl innocently asked.
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As the magical girl worked her strange, girlish...magic, Song felt a few lancing barbs of pain shoot up her spine as the finger was reconnected to her hand. She could only hope that the girl had expunged any infection that might have occurred while the digit sat in the trash can. Not to mention, she also wanted the girl to do something about the cuts all over her bosom, buttocks, and thighs as well.

Sutākame larva seemed to have a taste for feminine flesh.

"Oww...thank you...I guess. Can, you heal the cuts as well, please dear?" Song asked, in a gentle manner that she anticipated would add credence to her version of the story. "I was attacked.” Song added, as she gestured to the torn and bloodstained parts of her white dress.
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Post by HarperMadi » Sun Oct 07, 2018 5:58 pm

"Yeahah, shorty, I wasn't talkin' too much bout you. Granted, it's interesting. But Song is kind of a friendly face, and I want to know just what happened and why she got chewed up by a... What?" Thorn looked to Song in disbelief. She had a feeling Sutakame births were greusome, and she'd seen the former Alliance captain carried out by Moiya. She hadn't expected this. Nor that larval sutakame would be so aggressive, at least in this case. "You just got your ass handed to you by a baby?"
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"Well, excuuuuuse Me!" Coco replied to Thorn. Given that she also looked like a child, it wasn't unreasonable to expect her to talk to the explorer like she was one too. "And it's not like I'm that much shorter than you are!" the magical girl pointed out. "Anyways, I don't wanna heal more, since they're healing faster anyways now because of the finger fixing magic stuff," Coco replied, idly scratching her back with the magic stick or wand thing that she carried around. Given how she handled it, it didn't seem she was too reverent of it either. "Anyways, you guys need anything else from me? Otherwise, I'm just gonna go back to reading the big boatload of manga and stuff the Space Turtles got dumped on them a while back." That in and of itself raised several questions on top of the already long list, but on the other hand, Thorn and Song had more pressing issues at hand.

Like escaping.
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“I don’t...really want to go into it much more.” Song replied to Thorn in a bashful manner, her expression seeming somewhat embarrassed at Thorn’s mention of the baby. “It was a particularly….aggressive baby.” Song added, just to sate Thorn’s desire for answers a little bit more. She hoped that the childlike researcher did not feel the need to press her further on the matter.

In the meantime, the magical girl’s offer of assistance made Song’s eyebrows shoot towards the top of her forehead. Indeed, it did not take Song long to figure out how to utilize the girl’s abilities. However, If she could heal fingers, then perhaps she could turn her invisible as well?

“We...do need assistance with a small plan...” Song began in a soft voice. “But before I go on, who do you work on exactly? Why are you helping me?”
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"Um, Earth to - " Coco stopped and for a good long moment and looked at Song from head to toe as she tried figuring out just what to call her. " - to uh. Tiddy bunny. I already said I'm hitching a ride, remember?" she tried reminding the two. "I'ma dishing out heals and stuffs to pay for my ride, though they're taking forever since they're sneaking around and stuff," the little girl added, none too happy. "And I thought hitch-hiking was easy! But, like, everyone around here is kinda mopey, even the funny looking space turtles," she complained. Eyeballing Song again, her gaze fixed on the face of the Taianese rabbit, Coco asked, "So what do you want me to do? You still gotta pay me you know," the little magical girl pointed a finger at her.
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In truth, Song had no idea how she would be able to pay for the services of the childlike magical girl. Regardless, she knew that she needed her help if she wanted to be able to escape from the ship before the Sutākame caught wind of her plan. To say the least, she lacked the expertise and ability to evade her captors by herself. The best she could do with the resources and skills that she had was to create an hideous dummy of herself which would place in her bed before she left her room. Song was stupid, but she knew that such a plan would fail faster than the time it would take for her to walk to the hangar.

With a deep sigh, Song looked up, then down, and focused her gaze on the magical girl.

“We need to get off this ship quickly and quietly, and then we need to get as far away from the fleet as fast as possible.” Song said quickly and softly. “I came onto this ship for one purpose, and I already have what I need.” The shortstack rabbit added as she gestured towards her swollen belly. “Can you...do that for me...for us, please?”
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"I dunno...." Coco replied, eyes narrowing as they drifted down to the Rabbit woman's gravid form. Tapping her foot for a moment, she grumbled, but finally relented, just a little bit. "Well, if you let me come along too, sure. I'll ask Marty to help out and set up a distraction," the horrifically out of place magical girl offered. "It's gonna take me forever to get where I'm going at this rate, and it's really dour around these parts too," she pointed out. "Nobody's happy at all, and I can't use misery and suffering like Dark Mahou Shoujou can. If I tried, I might end up getting corrupted, or worse..." the little girl's voice trailed off. "...Edgy."

The magical girl shuddered, face screwing up like she had bitten into something sour and bitter.

"Anyways, you two in?" Coco offered again.
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Post by HarperMadi » Tue Jan 01, 2019 7:29 pm

Thorn thought for a moment, running a few quick calculations on what she could and could not do. The magical girl, Coco, was easy enough to shoehorn into the few cubic feet of wiggle room in the cargo pod, assuming she had a suit. If not, she could probably fit into Thorn's EVA suit, in a pinch. Provided she could get to it. This rescue just kept getting more and more complicated.

"If you can get to my suit, claim you're putting it into the cargo hold. Or go get yours. Then shoehorn yourself into the cargo pod when they give my ship flight orders. Cause a diversion if you have to, but don't make enough of a mess to keep your ride grounded. It'll be dark, airless, and cold. But I can get you both to Port Endeavor. Long as you two are my only passengers, and the Sutakame haven't wiped my nav. Then I can maybe get us close." Thorn looked bitterly at the rabbit, almost apologetic in her annoyance. "We don't have time to argue. The larvae absorb knowledge from their mothers, and if the Captain just gave birth, I'm calling it at 70-30 for she recognized me for what I am. That's a problem."
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by Immortal Cyan » Sat Jan 19, 2019 11:15 pm

“I’m in, of course!” Song replied to the magical girl. “I just uhh...I’m not necessarily confident in my ability to fit in an EVA suit considering uhhh...this.” The rabbit made a vague gesture towards the swelling curves of her form and the massive distension of her pregnant belly. “I've grown a quite fat so my little tentacle baby can eat!” She added in a high-pitched baby voice as she rubbed her stomach in a protective manner. "You'll be big and strong when you come out, little one, ya' here? You'll be much bigger and stronger than the puny whelp belonging to that skinny De La Rose bitch! She's just jealous of me because she couldn't feed her little snotling as well as I can feed you my precious tentacle baby!" Song spoke to the monster developing in her womb, her voice taking on a distinctly malevolent tone when she referred to the former Alliance captain, before suddenly shifting to an infantile voice.

“Anyways...maybe our uhh...Mahou Shoujou can give me some sort of...magical void shield for the trip? Unfortunately, the Sutākame don’t give their breeding slaves space suits and I don’t have my powers...yet.” Song added with an optimistic looking grin. “Whatever y’all need me to do, I’m ready! The less time we spend on executing the plan the better our chances are for escape.”
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by HarperMadi » Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:32 pm

"My plan for you was for you to ride in the cabin with me." Thorn knew her deadpanned plan was absurd. Insane, even. "No offense, Song, but you'd never fit in the five cubic feet, if that, left in the cargo pod. It'll be a tight squeeze, but I should be able to reach the controls."

This mission kept getting more and more complicated. More, the more complicated it kept getting, the lower her chances of actually making it. And she proceeded to step outside, craving nicotine and a few moments to herself. "This is insane."
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by CadetNewb » Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:35 pm

"Alright, so you two are in the cockpit, and I'll be in the storage thingy! Let's see what my engie-chan can do to then!" Coco excitedly replied, certain that things would work out.

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"I dunno Coco. A distraction is kinda tough," Marty replied, scratching her short brown hair. The woman was dressed in a grease stained jumpsuit, and to their surprise, wasn't pregnant. 'Maternity leave', she had explained. "Things just haven't been the same since they caught the Professor and did...this to me," she gestured to herself. Plopping down onto a seat, Marty clutched her head in despair. The melancholic depression that they could feel wafting off the person was immense. They needed to do something to get this person motivated again!
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by Immortal Cyan » Thu Jan 31, 2019 8:13 pm

“An explosion? Maybe you could remotely overload something and make a reactor fail? Or…” Song paused, quickly realizing that Marty’s problem was not ideas, but rather motivation. The woman bore a perpetual frown across her grease-stained features and her eyes were rather downcast. Song decided to take a seat as well, opting to sit on a small stool next to Marty which creaked under her weight. When the mechanic made a broad gesture towards her body, Song raised a single eyebrow in evident confusion. The woman didn’t look pregnant by any means, although it was possible that she was in the early stages where she didn’t show.

“You’re not pregnant at least!” Song said as she stared deep into Marty’s eyes. “Or maybe you’re not showing yet…” She mused softly. “So...what’s wrong? What did they do to you and how can we get you to help us?” Song asked, speaking in a motherly tone as she rested her hands on her distended belly.
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by CadetNewb » Tue Feb 19, 2019 5:23 am

"Um, you don't know?" the brunette scratched her short hair with a puzzled frown. "I'm a guy." Looking away, Marty muttered, "Well, I was." With a sigh, she pointed a finger at Song's belly. "You could help by making so I can't have more of those, but I know that's out of the question," the young woman admitted. "I dunno. They let me do whatever I want on my spare time, but I don't feel like doing any of the stuff I used to," she began to explain, briefly looking at the lonely electric guitar sitting in the corner. She then reached over to a cabinet and pulled out several VR headsets, all set up to help the regular human do what the Taianese could by default. "Hell, I used to play 14th Night competitively, but i just can't push myself to do that anymore either. I'm just a casual at this point, so I had to stop playing with my clan too." Looking at the pair with her Marty had a faint twinkle in her eye.

"Hey, we'd be still a person short of a full squad, but, do you two wanna try?" she offered with a small, hesitant smile, a headset in hand.
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Re: [Sutākame] Oracle of Freedom

Post by CadetNewb » Tue Apr 16, 2019 10:59 pm

The reality on board the Sutakame flotilla was a grim one, but it was still life. At the end of the day, gaming with Marty helped him realize that with how often he had a min-maxed agility based build in these full immersion games, it wasn't too different considering that these builds were typically female as well. In no way did this wash away the pain of this reality, but it was lessened enough that Marty agreed to help. It was then, with a nearby supply fire, that Thorn and Song were able to sneak away into the Oracle and make their escape. Only, just as they were ready to blast off, the strongest urge to simply shut the craft down and exit overcame them. After all, it wasn't so bad, being there. The Sutakame took care of them and saw to all their needs after all! A pleasant haze had settled down over everything as the two reached for the hatch, but before they could, the Oracle itself sped away into the darkness of space, desperate to protect its passengers from themselves. As it jumped into hyperspace, the haze cleared away, and the realization dawned on them.

Horror came crushing down on Thorn and Song as the full brunt of everything that they had went through and witnessed hit them now that they were out of the oppressive mental influence of the creatures. But their ordeal wasn't over yet. Song's water broke, and soon enough, she was giving birth within the small, cramped confines of the converted space probe. When they arrived at Port Endeavor, the Ersetu medics couldn't do much, and before they could hand her to the Alliance with the realization of what was happening, several long, serpent-like offspring burst out of Song. Though she soon got exactly what she wanted as one of them reentered her body and merged with her spine, two more escaped into the depths of the station as their mental screech scraped on their minds.

But as far as Moiya was concerned, it was all according to plan.
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