@Gina+Rita well, that's seriously weird since there was no record a few minutes ago. But if it'll work it'll work. Anyway, I'll see you around. Tony starts heading for the shuttle. Ignoring any protestations from the hentai-party. OOC: well that was fun. Misanthropic bent established :)
O.O.C. @stevenart74 So when will the passengers be arriving? I got a scene just waiting to be typed out.
Uja'Rak saw in its Com-Log "Wristwatch Function" that the Passengers of the Orbital Shuttle would be still boarding and loading their conspicuous baggage (being Three Exoarmours, One Heavy and Two lighter Geckos) and so believed to be able to have from 1 Hour to Two before needing to reach the Airport Landing Strip. . . It was not so easy to adapt to a so radically different Com-Log and Geits than the ones usually employed by the Daturazi Warrior Monks; the VERY style of Martial Arts of the "Morat Witches" was based on Synergistic Integration of the Evolved Intelligence voice whispering seductive encouragements to bloodier and bloodier tactics. . . But the "Voodootech Comlog + Geist Processor + Alien Cube" were the FIRST things to have been removed when turning "Krakot Renegades"; the possibility of the E.I. to employ the nasty tactics of "Coma" to download the consciousness of a Damaged Aspect when on the Battlefield was a thing that many "Freedom Fighters" would not like more. . . Uja "E.I. Package" stuff was "Gifted" for Safekeeping to the Human O12 Overseers and was probably dismantled and reverse-engineered in some Military Lab, well behind the Paradiso Frontlines or even on Concilium Prime, the crown world of the Human Sphere. . . With those ruminations the muscular, burly, scarred Morat arrived at the main armoury of the Minotaurs Mercenary, where He found LaTigre Balam idly chatting with two of the Gunsmiths, two Ariadnan Women that were married with the SAME man, an Haqqislamite Army Officer that had a penchant for the old Poligamy Attitude of its People Heritage (and judging from how much the two women were giggling at the Corregidoran Jaguar Chimera crass jokes and "Double-Entendre" innuendos, it was even a VERY OPEN Marriage !!). . . Guinevere "Gunny" Besson was a mixed Merovingian-Caledonian woman with a typical "Celtic Complexion" with racial heritages far more pronounced than Uha's Wife, Arabelle; She had a sandy deep red mane of curly and fiery hair, emerald green eyes and the lovely face dotted with many freckles that even the Morat "Alien Tastes" did not find unattractive. . . "Gunny" was renowned as one of the foremost experts in kitbashing together all manner of improbable Combi-Gun packages; Her art went far beyond "Simple Gunsmithing" and went towards pure Artistry Artisanship, very cherished on the rugged Ariadnans and almost wasted on Hyperpower Citizens too inured to 3D Liquid Metal-Printers and Virtual Assemblers of Pre-Machined Parts. . . . . . . . The other woman, an Amazonian U.S.Ariadnan of short blonde hair and icy blue eyes, extremely well-tanned by the harsh rays of Helios, the Sun of the Dawn solar system, was muscular, ample bosomed and quite tall; She went with the name of Samuela Americolt (nicknamed "Sam Colt", but NO ONE believed that it was Her real birth name, as the Americolt Family was one of the RICHEST of Planet Dawn, along with the A.K.Novy "Klan" from Kazak Lands !!). . . She was a TRUE Genius on casting Teseum Bullets of any % of Allyoed Components; if a Firearm was chambered for some sort of Vintage Brass Cased Ammo then She could cast ANY kind of Bullett for it. . . LaTigre ripped (with considerable fatigue and uncharacteristic willpower) Her feline, slitted eyes from the big breasts of the U.S.Ariadnan and pivoted to greet the big Morat Renegade, but suddendly frozed, a little puzzled. . . An enormous Dogwarrior in Full Battleform was entering the other door of the "Minotaurs Gunsmith Shop" opposite to Uja; not only was enormous and fearsome, bedecked in as MUCH as Ammo Pouches as the Corregidoran She-Tiger, but had also THREE other features that IMMEDIATLY draw the eye of Uja: 1°) A gigantic Hybrid between a Machinegun and a Sniper Rifle, with a double "Drum Ammo Box"; usually the Morat has seen similar Human Weapons carried so easily JUST by Tactical Armoured Gear. . . 2°) An immense Two-Handed Blade; immediatly to the Krakot Renegade went to mind the Legends of its Childhood, when the Mythological Morat Hero "Hand Of Cotoya" planted a similarly big sword on the skull of "King Tyrant Demarok", the "Evil Dragon" of the Supremacy Histories. . . 3°) A WHOLE CYBERNETIC ARM made of Teseum; even to Uja RELATIVELY inexpert eye, there were many parts made of 100% Pure Teseum (the cost would have been IMMENSE). . . . .!!! . . . . . But the wonder ceased immediatly as it was seen that the Dogwarrior was followed by a very strange Antipode Native, with as much Artificial Bionic Parts to have Uja recall the Veteran Sotarak Champions in the Hall-Of-Fame of the Daturazi Monastery. . . And "Knucker" started to hiss and growl at its native natural enemy race. . . . .!!!
After eyeing the incoming Caldonian Uja whispered to his pet in a low manner. Uja'rak Se'ok: "Knucker prepare yourself. We have no idea what this Dogface or his pet is capable of or if they are friendly." The critter continued to hiss but moved closer to the Morat taking precaution of the Antipode that walked into the room with it's Alpha. It was at this time Uja thought of getting to know the girls a little bit better. After all these lasses are going to be a group of people he would converse with considerably in the future. This was the main armory after all. Uja'rak Se'ok: "Greetings ladies. Is it alright if I get to know each of you?" Knowing full well what his choice of words would imply.
Looked around the armory, after being forced to duck to get inside. Most building were after all, not designed for Dog Warriors, still as soon as reptile hissed at the Antipode, Scot simply reached out to pet the scarred beast that recently bonded to him, showing no fear in presence of the enemy species, and looking to keep his pet calm. Truth be told, as a veteran of Paradiso Alistair was slightly more worried about Morat in the middle of the armory, but then, he was getting used to weird sights around the isle by now. "Cybermane, stay." He almost growled making sure no animal related incident would start as he turned his head towards the armorers and one of his sworn rivals. "Captain Balam, Sam, Gunny... and I believe we weren't introduced" Scottish accent was undeniable, and wolfman seemed more than happy to see their reactions, especially of that eternally bothersome chimera from Corregidor. Carefully dog warrior approached the Morat, allowing him to finish chatting up the ladies in armory and extended his right hand. "Lord Alistair McElliot, and I have pleasure with?" There was after all no need to be impolite or unprofessional. He waited for a moment and kept his metallic hand on the head of the Cybermane, keeping the Antipode always next to him.He then turned his head to gunsmiths. "Sorry for interrupting, but I have to pick up my new squad in a moment. I need a fresh drum for Molotok and clip for chaincolt. Then I will be going."
Uja'rak Se'ok: "I'm Uja. Uja'rak Se'ok." He finished by shaking the Caledonian's hand. "I was just learning more about the women present here. Is your pet dangerous? You didn't take him with you when walking over here."
Alistair answered sincerily. "It is freshly bonded, so I prefer to be cautious. It will obey me, and in case bond is broken, it should flee." Alistair after all, could handle Antipode head on in his combat form, and due to living in Caledonia, was very aware singular antipodes weren't the problem. Soldier nodded at the reptile. "Besides, it seems we both brought a... pet."
BEFORE the Arrival of Alistair. . . . . . . . Gunny and Sam giggled at the complimentary manners of the Morat (that could swear to have heard the. . . . .Well-Endowed U.S.Ariadnan whispering to LaTigre something along the lines "Wow! Its is REALLY Huge !! What a Specimen. . . . .Far better in Person than in Holo-Photo !! And You say that is married with a HUMAN Woman. . . . .Either She is the Unluckiest Ariadnan Babe. . . or rather the LUCKIEST One !!" ). . . The Merovingian Celtic Beauty was a little more professional and eyed with interest the Vulkan / Boarding Shotgun that the Krakot proffered, gauging with expert eye the weird Non-Human Lines of the Chassis and the kitbashed Replacement Firing Mechanism that was fitted on Paradiso to allow the chambering of Human-Made Shell Slugs. . . "Quel Mervèille (What a Marvel !!). . . . .It is a Real Morat Vulkan ?? I see that someone yet put there the Telescoping Bolt of an Ariadnan Boarding Shotgun !! It is not a badly made work, but a little Slapdashed and Haphazard. . . . .See, this welded spot there could sometimes collide with the Arming Lever when expelling a defective Shell in haste. . .!!" "But I could file it in a second. . .!! Are You interested in putting something Underbarrell. . .?? I would personally counsel a trusty 40mm. Grenade Launcher, as it will compound the various and widespread kind of Available Ammunition and, more important, allow for far Long Ranged options. . ." "Could link it very quickly, and also add some Gauged Lever-Raise Sights there, behind the Red Dot Tacscope, to allow easier triangulating of Indirect Fire. . ." "But first allow Me to show You something interesting. . . . . A Pet Project of mine, if you want. . .!!" The green-eyed redhead went to retrieve a couple of wide-bore Boarding Shotguns from a Gun Box nearby and presented them to Uja discerning eye; at first look were similar, with a Kazak Model (stenciled the tiny Human Characters that the Morat had learned said "Avtomat Kalashnikova Novy", brutally designed with a Tubular Metal Folding Stock and a Fore-Torchlight) with a Clip similar to the Banana one of His Vulkan, but ending in an enlarged Drum Clim, capable of holding Twice (or even Thrice !!) the amount of Slug Shells inside. . . The other one was a little more "Rustic" (with far more Wooden Parts, made in the almost steel-hard "Treated Ariadnan Ironwood", for the Stock, Handguard, Pump Lever and even a partial casing on the Close Combat Optics) and instead of an "Assault Rifle" kind of Ammo Clip Feed featured a sort of throwback "Wild West Revolver" kind of Cylinder Ammo Wheel that substituted even the Spent Casing Exhaust Ejection-Port; engraved with flourishing motifs was stenciled "Americolt Roomsweeper" on the arabesqued, damascene side casing. . . "The first one is like Yours, a Gas-Feed Recuperating Semiautomatic Mechanism, with an high enough Rate-Of-Fire that approach Short Bursts of Autofire, but the problem is that to substitute Different Ammunitions, more suited to a specific Tactical Situation You have to EITHER extract the Old Clip and instert a New One, or rack back the Lever Arming Mechanism, expelling an unspent shell and MANUALLY insert a Special Slug (like that T2 one that I'm chambering now; Hyper-Rare, Costly and to be reserved for Heavily Armoured Priority Targets !!); it is a difficult enough action there on these safe premises. . . . . On a confusing, chaotic Battlefield could be quite a Nightmare. . ." "But with that "Yankee Little Beauty" there, while far less advanced Mechanically (the Basic Firing Pin Bolt-Lever is an Human Tech that have between 3 and 4 Centuries !!) and with a considerable slower Rate-of-Fire, due to the Pump-Action mechanism there, could offer this interesting option" She racked one time the Pump action, and the Revolving Ammo Wheel rotated just enough to chamber a new cyilinder Slug in the Firing Slot, and then Half-Pumped it, without completing the Motion, and the Drum Ammo Box continued to slowly move, with a sound of Clockwork Mechanism engaging, until "Gunny" released the Motion and pointed, with a perfectly manicured finger, a Shell End that was of a different colour, inside the Firing Chamber. . . "Especially with the so-called Dragonsbreath White-Phosporous Rounds that the Vulkan Shotguns of the Human Sphere employs, a Full-Auto Cadence is unconductive as the Shell Charge burns for some seconds more and it risk to spew Flaming Chemicals if too quickly ejected; the Pump-Action rack is the VERY best time delay needed to properly exhaust the WHOLE Flaming Charge. . .!!" "And with this Choice-Revolving, there is the option of loading very different payloads of Ammunition Slugs (easily differentiated by colour-coding the visible end of the Percussion Cap there) and select the more appropriate to the need; no more Flechette Airburst useless against heavily armoured targets or Explosive Rounds wasted on puny fleshy foes. . .!!" "Do You want to consider this EVENTUAL modification to the Firing Chamber of Yours. . . . .???" . . . . . AFTER the Arrival of Alistair. . . . . . . . "Good Afternooooon, Looord Aliiistair !!" The two gunsmith women uttered (almost purred) at the same time; probably it was a recurring joke that was continuously uttered (at least judging by the snickered half-laugh of LaTigre Balam !!). . . As soon as the Caledonian Dogwarrior expressed its requests, then "Sam Colt" saluted jockingly at the beret (as She was wearing an U.S.Ariadnan Stetson EVEN indoor !!) and bend over the counter to retrieve some Ammo Boxes. . . Coincidentally the well-tanned Blonde put on display a lot of Her considerable "B Side Assetts" (barely concealed by some torn Denim Jeans hot-pants) to which the more googly-eyed answer was of the Corregidoran Chimera. . . She put on the counter some blocky, squared Metaceramic Boxes (all easily carried in dedicated pouches in a customized belt) that would have been inserted inside the Ammo Chamber of a Chaincolt Pistol (where the Saw-Wheel Chain-Mechanism would have splintered them into razor-sharp, white-hot "Death Shrapnels" fired in a relatively narrow Cone Burst !!!). . . And then, with a little more fatigue some three bulky, cumbersome ammo metal boxes of 12,7mm. Brass Cased Ammunition; one was stenciled "Dum-Dum Expansion Manstoppers", another "Full Metal Jacketed Basics" and the last "Pre-Fragmented Armor Piercing". . . Then, with Her ample bosom panting evidently for the effort, "Sam Colt" addressed the Lupine Highlander. . . "Whew ! Aaand there the Right Ammo for Your big, nasty Molotok, Sir !! What do You want to refill Your empty Drum ???" With the almost-winking blustery the U.S.Ariadnan Woman absent-mindedly played with the 100% Pure Teseum Wedding Band at Her Ring-Finger (mirror copy of the one worn by Guinevere Besson. . .) almost as if signaling that Her "Marriage Arrangement" was quite a rather. . . . .Open-Sided One !! Before wondering if there were even MORE Women in New Knossos Island that APPARENTLY appreciated Dogwarriors in "Full Battleform" the Com-Logs of BOTH Uja and Alistair chimed in with a bell-like sound. . . [MUSTERING ORDER. . .!! The expected New Recruits are Boarding NOW their Orbital Shuttle, after some Unclear Delays ! All the Summoned Personnel and Selected Ground Crew of the Minotaurs Mercenary Brigade please ASSEMBLE at E.T.A.= 90 Terran Minutes from Now, at the Designated Coordinates of "Old Airport Tarmac Landing Pad". . . MUSTERING ORDER. . .!! The expected New Recruits are Boarding NOW their Orbital Shuttle, after some Unclear Delays ! All the Summoned Personnel and Selected Ground Crew of the Minotaurs Mercenary Brigade please ASSEMBLE at E.T.A.= 90 Terran Minutes from Now, at the Designated Coordinates of "Old Airport Tarmac Landing Pad". . . MUSTERING ORDER. . .!! The expected New Recruits are Boarding NOW their Orbital Shuttle, after some Unclear Delays ! All the Summoned Personnel and Selected Ground Crew of the Minotaurs Mercenary Brigade please ASSEMBLE at E.T.A.= 90 Terran Minutes from Now, at the Designated Coordinates of "Old Airport Tarmac Landing Pad". . . ]
Alistair took off his faithful rifle weapon and run one final inspection, before unlatching the now empty mag, setting it down with a loud thud. Admittedly scot haven't been in his dog warrior for for a while, waiting for final permission from the doctor. Changing with metal arm unable to follow up would be at best painful, if not simply a torment for shifting and expanding body. But as girl tried to tease and flirt soldier acted as he was supposed to, focused on his gear and task at hand, even if his stubborn nature would bring mockery. "Thank you. Another portion of Anti Armor Sam, please." Empty case ended up on the counter, while tone remained polite but distant, while Alistair just to be sure double checked the mags he was given before slowly placing them on tactical harness of his armor. He knew time was running out, but he would be damned if he went to take over a team unprepared and with faulty gear he didn't check himself. Of course noble was more than aware of ongoing bet, even since he roughly scorned advances of multiple gang members, betting if anyone will break the iron discipline of Caledonian Lord, and truth be told, Alistair found some joy in simply ignoring their attempts, much to amusement of his geist. He was officer and a noble after all. "Fluffy, what kind of mercenary company is this? Are you sure you are paid to fight?" Galahad teased on private channel, laughing loudly, as Dog-warrior finished getting ready. Alistair was not precisely willing to amuse the program with his response, but opinion made him smirk just as he was done with final inspection, his gaze not straying away from the weapon and ammunition. Then he double checked the com-log built and sighed. Recruits being late was never a good sign, then he realized Morat was summoned too. "I guess we are heading in the same direction." Quickly he turned his head to both girls and with a smile, said his goodbyes. "As always, a pleasure." With that and quick huff at Cybermane, he was ready to, petting the scarred antipode as he crouched to get through the door.
The problems in the cavernous Hangar of Cargo Bay Number Three seemed to have subsided a little, and the loading of the Equipement proceeded speedily and without other issues. . . The T.A.G.s were loaded safely, the Desert Outrider Bike was fastened to a side of the Orbital Shuttle Inner Cargo Bay, with the mysterious and silent stranger looking with hawkish and predatory gaze, and finally boarding, after nodding to the Nihonjin Woman (apparently has somehow considered "Appropriate" the Mono-Edged Razor Sharpness of the Daisho carried, with proud and noble distinction, by the Samurai She-Pilot) and then with another nod (that could have been even smirking, under that total face-covering Headgear) sent a free "Data Packet" towards Dreanna's Com-Log. . . It was a very generic, but complete enough "Technical Infodump" of the Basic Specs of the enormous Two-Weeled Vehicle; the Combustion Engine was interesting as linked with a "Pre-Heating Chamber" that allowed the vehicle to run with ALMOST any kind of conceivable Fossil Fuel, from Airjet Jellied Gasoline to Freshly-Distilled Vegetables' Alcohol; weirdly enough, for the technical knowledge of the Bakunite Catgirl a Water-Based Cooling System would have been ideal for a similar High-Powered Vehicle, but rather had implanted a far less performing Air-Cooled Heat Sink, further impaired by necessary Heavy Filtering Units for blocking the fine dusts of Bourak's Deserts. . . But it did not mattered overmuch to the Young Chimera Female, as the Speed Limits were SIMPLY astounding !!!. . . . . It would have been a previously unthinkable pleasure to ride a similar beauty (and apparently there were enough similar Vehicles available, for a Small Rent, in a large number in their Destination of Arrival) but it was now a serious possibility. . . And then when the Boarding Warnings were issued with attached Data-Infos about New Knossos Island there was another striking feature that almost rendered speechless Dreanna; 48% of the Coastlines of the Minotaurs Mercenary Stronghold were SANDY BEACHES, perfect for taking Sun-Baths (and even some of the most craggy rocky shores were good for napping in the sun for a adventuring enough "Free Climbing Catgirl" !!). . . . . . . . The Cargo Bay Drones stopped to try to force Kasa and Cyber-Squid in the "Baggage Holdings" and let the two Artificial Beings to stay at the side of Miyu when allowed to board the rather limited Passengers Seating Compart of the Orbital Shuttle and also the Onna-Bugeisha was able to secure a nice Window Seating (opposed to the one where Dreanna was YET glued to the High Resistant Armourglass) and nearby where the sulking, surly Tony was silently brooding. . . . . . . The less-worried Gina Lopez was busy checking the Manifesto and Passengers List, as if someone was still lacking when it appeared in Her Com-Log the sudden, startling Holographic Image of the "Rough Rocinante" Captain and Owner. . . Simply know as "Donna Quixote" as a snickered nickname, that One-Eyed and Scarred (but still alluring, in a fierce predatory way) Corregidoran Woman with graying-silvering platinum blonde hair immediatly addressed the easily scared Crewmember: ["It is everything Good, Gina ? Sorry to have made Your passengers waiting, but those two hapless, nosy Warcors that are bound for "Freaks Legion Island" have done their utmost to pester Me with request of interviews !!" "I had to menace them with My trusty Combirifle + Shotgun loaded with Rubber Stun Bullets to have them shooed away !!!" "Now they are. . . . ."Escorted" towards Cargo Bay 3 to FINALLY go away from My Ship ! Be ready to give Green Light to depart when they will be finally there !!". . .] As if on cue the Hangar Inner Doors opened to admit a couple of weirdly dressed and garishly attired Hyperpowers Citizens, followed by some equally strange Robotic Drones; one was a Military Surplus "Pannguling Yujing Army Model" totally de-armed and de-armoured and decorated with all manners of improbable Media Brand Logos and there were also a couple of "Flying Saucer Holocameras" with their flat rotund "Radome Bodies" and their vibrating High-Frequency wings allowing very limited A-Grav Flight. . . A trio of Veteran Algauciles (with VERY bored expression) escorted the two Hyperpower Citizens, one clearly a Late Teen Boy of Chinese Heritage (very Young and very beautiful, but with a strange Silver-Bluish coloured "Mane of Hair" !!) and the other an older dark skinned Man with weirdly coloured Gray-Purple Beard and Gray-Violet Hair, cut short and well-trimmed. . . The weird procession was closed by a rather bulky Woman of the Mobile Brigadas Heavy Infantry, who was "Politely, but Firmly" pushing the group relentlessly towards the Orbital Shuttle Door. . . As soon as the strange duo was seated in the secure Anti-Deceleration Seats (and the garish Drones safely stowed in the Luggage Bay) the Nomads Security Detail visibly sighed of contentment as if happy to be relieved of an obnoxious burden. . . The Purple-Indigo oldie started to shine around an IMPOSSIBLY white toothed smile (was ALMOST reflecting the Safety Lights of the Passengers Bay !!) while the Oriental Youth activated the Holo-Camera Feature of its golden, bejeweled Com-Log. . . "Hello and greetings ! Greetings !! GREETINGS !!!. . ." "As You probably have recognized Me I'm NONE OTHER THAN the "Wonderful, Shining SOMA", Soma the Incredible Lunar Reporter (TM) and Sphere-Wide, Maya-Renowned Warcor !!" "And this beautiful Lad Here is My Partner, Lover, and Husband. . . . .Hou-Yi, the "Moon Archer", a flawless Camera Operator and Publisher if there is one" "What a WONDERFUL day to start our Enquiry on the Mercenary Compacts of the LOVELY Rustic Planet Dawn ! I think that We will enjoy ourselves IMMENSELY in this Throwback, Nostalgic Atmosphere !!!" "Anyone of You fellas care to do a comment for My Mayaspace Live-Feed Blog !!" ". . . . ." "Oh Sweet, Merciful Shiva ! Hou-Yi, we are ON THE SAME SHUTTLE of "Lady Oniko" !!. . . . .Of Miyu "Bukkorosu zo!" Horoshi-Sama !!!" "I wonder why, Why, WHY has No-One said to our Press-Agents that we will share the same spot of the mysteriously disappeared "Princess Of the Tacticl Armoured Gear Pit-Fights". . .!!" "I foresee the Maya-Pulitzer incoming (take that, Ugly Bitches "Double Candy-Crush" and "Gag-Gag Marlene". . .mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha !!). . .!!" "Horoshi-Sama. . .!!" (and an appropriate enough Bow was executed flawlessly, SURELY thanks to a Vizier Geist suggestions !!) "It is true that Rumor that Your absence from the Exoarmour Gladiatorial Arenas was due to an unsanctioned pregnancy caused by the torrid, secret love affair between You and Your erstwhile historical rival "Silver Paladin" ?????" "And who is that Gynoid Beauty at Your side ? A Sentient Love-Doll on Loan from A.L.E.P.H. ???" "And that tentacled Cyber-Thingie what is ?? A shared hyperadvanced mobile independant Sex-Toybot ??" . . . . . For Tony and Dreanna those were relatively unknown quantities (being them far more aware of the gritty, realistic Warcors of Arachne, rather than the glitizier Maya Anchorpeople) but Miyu was TOTALLY AGHAST that the most stupid, pedantic and UNCONSCIOUSLY obnoxious "Unholy Crossbreed" between a proper Warcor and a Socialite Harpy Scandal Paparazzi was there. . . A gay couple infamous to have been kicked OUTSIDE a promising Media-Centered Pan-Oceanian Lobby and a Yujing State-Sponsored "Holo-Tatsebao" because once bitter rivals, they fell madly in love and Married with the blessing of Nomads Observancers Reverend Mothers (as being amidst the more EFFEMINATES of the Mediasphere Paparazzis). . .!! What is worst is that they aren't TRULY maliciously "Evil", but rather irremediably, totally ABYSMALLY STUPID; their current Lhosts are "Secondary Re-Sleevings" after they tried to ask an Umbra Legate, on Paradiso Frontlines, if "IT" was Male, Female or Androgynous, and "IT" answered with a Vorpal Blade "Shish-Kebab" !!! . . . . .
Dreanna relaxed a bit in her seat. The new colorful additions somehow made her feel a bit nostalgic about the Flash and Bang of Vaudeville. Even if they were a pale imitation. She pocketed her lighter and closed her eyes; thankful that the so called 'Warcors' were concentrating on poor Miyu. She had never been planetside for long and the thought of being on an actual island, with beaches galore, made her feel giddy with delight. [Echo...] [Mmmhmm...?] [I'm gonna need a bathing suit.]
Tony straps himself in. He groans very slightly when the two Warcors get on. @Betty: kill the noise. Let me know if something happens. The nattering cuts out, the soft background thrum of shuttle's engine's continues. @Tony: don't forget your pill. He pops a pill out of his dwindling container and gets comfortable in the acceleration chair: there's a knack. Five minutes later (before everyone else is even fully strapped in), he's asleep: a combination of adrenaline crash and long experience with Shuttle rides not knowing when you'll get a decent sleep again.
An hour in the past: Arryn: "Hey dad, what's up?" The nearly 18 year old boy laid out on the couch while his smooth legs rested on the arm. Uja'rak: "I'm picking up a weapon from the stash." The Morat headed over to the hidden stockpile of his and Bella's few arms that they managed to take with them. He reached under the bed and pulled out the gun he wanted from memory of it's placement. Retrieving a Vulkan Shotgun that had seen better days. Arryn: "You are going to use that beat up thing instead of the newer one?" Uja knew that Arryn was open with him about most things. He could have kept quite and no one would have known he was in the gun stash. But that spoke to Uja of how much the young man trusted and viewed him. Uja'rak: "I'm saving it. That Vulkan was a gift from a friend and I don't intend to change it. The weapon works great but I fear certain people on the island will want it for themselves. Best to leave it's existence hidden and use this refurbished one for mission use." Arryn: "Whatever you think is best." The Morat stood up and began to leave the room passing Arryn on the way out. "You know.." the teen spoke, "we are the only ones here." As he finished saying this he got up from the couch and lays himself across the bed. Making sure to point one of his feet in the air as he did. Uja turned to look back at what Arryn was doing. "We could have a bonding moment between father and son," he coos. "Or become even closer if you wish. The shuttle arrives in an hour which gives you more than enough time to enjoy yourself and the fruits of your labor." Uja'rak: "I'm sorry Arryn but I can't do that." Arryn: "Because I'm a boy right?" he said indigently with his head turned towards the Morat. Uja'rak: "You know I'm married." Arryn: "That doesn't stop men or women from doing it." Uja'rak: "I'm a Christian Arryn..." The Morat began to raise his voice. Arryn: "So was I!" What?! Uja'rak: "What?!" Arryn: "I love you!" The boy was angry but also at the verge of crying with tears in the corners of his eyes. "Not because you listened and saved me plus those boys in the cargo hold! I like your personality! I like how you look and act! I can tell that your different from the others that I've been with! But you look at me like I'm some sort of patient! Someone who is sick because I enjoy being a bitch in sexual acts!" Uja'rak: "Arryn, listen to me.." He began in a lower tone. The dark skinned Indian got up on his knees with his chest facing Uja. Arryn: "And you act like my enticing does nothing to you! Why do you refuse me when.." Uja'rak: "I would enjoy having sex with you." All the anger in Arryn's throat became quenched upon hearing those words. Arryn: "Wha..?" He managed to croak out. Uja'rak: "Arryn, you are an enticing young man due to the past few years of your life. I'll admit before God that rutting you has crossed my mind a couple of times. But I'm not going to have intercourse with you ever. It is against the God I serve. Also having sex with you won't make everything better no matter how much you love me." Arryn: "But.." Uja'rak: "No buts!" He spoke in a gruff & firm tone. Arryn kept silent. "Now what is this about you "were" a Christian?" It became clear to Uja that he hit on something big that Arryn wanted to keep hidden. The teen gripped the sheets of the bed tighter as a few tears that were held back rolled down the side of his face. Arryn: "I don't know." Uja stared sternly at the boy. He knew full well that Arryn was lying. To his the credit, Arryn corrected his previous statement. "I don't want to remember." Uja'rak: "Why? Where your parents unkind?" Arryn: "No. They and my brothers were the best you could ask for." Uja'rak: "Is it because you are afraid that they won't except you after finding out what kind of life you were forced to live?" Arryn: "No. I'm afraid...I know that they will accept me back with open arms. Act like nothing happened. That I'm still their precious Arryn. When that part of me has been dead for years now." Uja'rak: "How is that a bad thing?" Arryn: "How?! I deserve to suffer! Be punished for what I've become! God hates me! I know it!" Uja closed the distance between them. Uja'rak: "Who told you this?! Was it the people who held you all those years?!" Arryn: "Does it matter?! It's true!" Uja'rak: "Yes, God hates the act! He despises those who love it but He doesn't hate you!" Arryn: "How do you know?!" Uja'rak: "Your alive and breathing!! And He has further blessed you with a family that would take you back like nothing ever happened!! Who would work with and take care of you if need be!! You are freed from the oppression and slavery that you were once imprisoned in not too long ago!! The Devil has blinded you with guilt all of these years that you can't notice all the blessings you still have!!" Arryn: "I like who I am!! I enjoy being the new me!!" Uja'rak: "We both know that is a lie!! Because if that was true then why did you seek to escape?! Why did you go back to rescue the others with me in tow?! Why would someone who enjoys being a whore do that?!" Arryn: "I wanted to be free...!!" Uja'rak: "To continue living in sexual slavery?!" That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Arryn knew that Uja hit the nail on the head. He had been continuing living like a toyboy all this time, both in and out of the ring, to punish himself for what he had partaken in. That was the only reason. Finally coming to the realization of this he broke down and began crying his heart out into the Morat's chest. With Uja standing there arms wrapped around him trying his best to comfort the young man. Arryn: "Please don't leave me! Don't die and leave me alone again!" He managed to get out despite his sobbing. Uja'rak: "Who died?" Arryn: "My elder step-brother Amir. He was a Neoterran Bolt that disappeared around the place he was stationed on NeoTerra." That was indeed strange. "After my other older step-brother Achmed couldn't find out what happened to him I decided to go and search where he was stationed myself. But along the way there I was kidnapped. I know that it was a stupid decision and I've regretted it ever since but I missed him!! I miss my brothers!! I miss my family!! But I'm scared to go back and let them hear and see what I've become. Please don't take me back until I'm ready. Promise me that you won't!!" Uja'rak: "I promise Arryn. But someday you will have to face this fear of yours and let them know you are alright." Arryn: "I will," he sniffed. "Just not right now." Uja'rak: "We got almost a full hour. Take all the time you need." For some reason Uja was drawn to look in the direction of the doorway to the bedroom. There Knucker sat with a sad look in his red eyes as he watched scene before him unfold. The dragon then made a move and walked towards the bed hopping on top of it. Arryn gasped when he turned to the sound expecting the beast to threaten him in some way. But to Uja & Arryn's surprise Knucker simply lay his head on Arryn's lap docile as can be. It took a short time for Arryn to get over his shock and compose himself enough to begin to pet the critter. Uja moved over so Arryn could use both of his hands to bond with the family pet. The two former enemies had no more venom to spew at each other. Only comfort and love. Uja'rak: "Thank you God." The Morat mentally uttered while crying. "Thank you for these precious little miracles that you daily provide for us."
"Horoshi-Sama, what also could You say about the Accusations towards Your Family of smuggling towards the Human's Edge "Fringe Nihonjin Colonies" some Weapon Manifactures of Guns proscribed and banned by O12 Conventions. . .??" ". . .and Horoshi-Sama, what about the allotted scandalous Behaviour of Your Elder Brother, the Heir of the Horoshi Keiretsu, with those Acontecimento Favelado Garotas. . .Uurkkhh !!" SWING !! Suddendly the rant of "Soma, the Incredible Lunar Reporter (TM)" was cut short by the unexpected reaction of the mysterious Haqqislamite Cloaked Stranger; one moment it was calmly sitting at its Crash-Cushion Seat and the moment later was standing behind the Obnoxious Pan-Oceanian Hindi with a weird organic-looking Curved Blade mere inches at the ever-speaking Warcor throat. . . It was as if someone has killed one of the monstruous Sea Serpents of the stormy waters of Bourak and had fashioned it into a sort of Short-Sword styled "Crescent Fang-Dagger" that dripped some sort of venomous Caustic Toxin that flagged immediatly on anyone's Comlog as "WARNING: SEVERE BIOHAZARD !!". . . And even before the flabbergasted Hou-Yi could somehow react the other hand of the Cloaked Stranger (the one free of the weird Teseum-Reinforced Bony Blade) made a rotating gesture typical of a Combat Hacker executing some Offensive Subroutines. . . Immediatly the gorgeous Yujingese Youth holo-display of the Com-Log Camera warped off, with "Static Snowcrash" the only apparent Visual Feed, and the foreigner hard voice, steel-edged and full of vitriolic, hateful contempt resounded strangely muffled, as if speaking through an Undersea Rebreather. . . "Be Silent, You Waste-Of-Breath-Water ! You disrespect this Warrior Woman well-deserved Pride with Your idle chatter !! It surprise Me that She has NOT YET disemboweled Your stinky entrails, as would have been Her right of Swordswoman of Royal Blood !!!" "She is probably TOO Noble to smear Her Blades with Your Unworthy Piss-Like Blood !!" "You so-called Warcors disgust Me ! You are Vultures eating Carrion-Corpses and Hyenas feasting on Putrid Carcasses !! You circle the Battlefields where TRUE Warriors will fight with Honor, Sweat, Blood and PRECIOUS Tears, and profit from Misfortunes for the Jaded Masses of Sycophantic Couch-Potatoes that will EXPERIMENT the. . . . .Thrill Of The Battlefield. . !!" "But You sell Pathethic Surrogates ! Anyone that will feel the Call of the Warrior will found ENDLESS Mettle on TRUE FIELDS OF BATTLE !!" "And before You enrage Me even more by spouting nonsense like "The Public Need To Know !", "Press Independence!!" and "Journalist Privileges !!!" bear in mind that I am a VERY Competent Battle Hacker ! I will NOT kill You and Your Catamite, but will BURN ALL OF YOUR Virtual Accounts if You do not cease IMMEDIATLY NOW Your useless prattle !!" "Vapid Socialites like You two will fear more this than Final Death ! And I know that You have stashed somewhere in Cube Vaults a "Complete Resurrection Package", down to Refreshed Gene-Samples, but I can find it easily enough and BURN IT TO ASHES !!" "Now, SIT DOWN, You have wasted enough Time, the Shuttle is BOUND to Depart ! We TRUE SOLDIERS have an Appointment with Our peers down that beautifully green Planet !! SIT DOWN AND BE SILENT !!!" And after neutering the pathethic whimpering of the two "Mayastar Glitzy Warcors" then the cloaked stranger forced them to sat down, bounded them in the Safety Webbing a little TOO strictly and then sat back, patiently awaiting the Ractors Accension and the Downward Orbital Fall. . . . .!!!
Dreanna kept her eyes shut, but couldn't hide a smirk. She was liking this Mysterious Stranger more and more by the minute. ["Did you save any of that?"] ["Just the beginning,"] replied Echo ["He White Noised the shit out of his surroundings"] ["Fair enough. Nighty Night"] And without waiting for an answer, and still unkown to her, Dreanna started snoring in a soft purr like manner.
Current Time: To Alistair: Uja'rak Se'ok: "As long as he is not threatened all should be fine." Looking over the crimson/blood red eyed critter with similar colored markings across it's light brown scales. "You must be a friend of Graywulf's. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" To the Ladies: Uja'rak Se'ok: "Yes, it is a genuine Morat weapon that has seen better days. Anything you lovely ladies can do to better any of my equipment is welcomed." The Morat slightly nodded at the three women. "I know that women of your skills will put forth your best efforts. So have at it and surprise me." Balam simply watched with baited breath at the reactions that where about to transpire.
The two armourer girls laughed with crystalline delight at the compliments of Uja. . . While Samuela Americolt was loading, with deft movements and practiced ease the Armor Piercing Heavy Bullets in the strangely shaped Twin-Drum Ammo box of Alistair (and smirking a little, furrowing a little Her lovely blonde brows, when the weirdly shaped "Big Clip" was nearing completion, sign that the Metal Spring keeping in tension the flow of Rounds was approaching Loading Capacity Limit and testing the muscular U.S.Ariadnan considerable human strenght) then Guinevere Besson started to treat the Vulkan Shotgun with reverent care. . . First She started to bolt the M203-styled Grenade Launcher Barrell under the fore-grip structure of the weapon, attaching it quickly with some drilled bolts. . . . . then affixed the aforementioned Indirect Fire Scale-styled sightings, directly behind the Close Combat Optics. . . . . then tried the charging mechanism, by "peeling" back the coverage of the 40mm. Firing Chamber, where She put a Warhead that the Morat understood was clearly a Smoke Grenade, to which She showed a small indented Arming Button. . . "I don't know if Morat Grenades behave the same, but Here in Ariadna we have some partial success with firing pre-armed Warheads that explode directly INSIDE the Reinforced Teseum-Alloy Barrell; if You have a Fragmentation Grenade fired suchly it become a Heavy Shotgun Conical Spread of Shards, if You do it with a White-Phosporous one it behaves like a "Mini-Flamethrower" and if You employ Smoke Bombs (that I'm said are an INTEGRAL part of Your Tactical Doctrine, like My Mad Cousins in the Highlanders Warband) it act as if You are spewing a direct "Blast of Sight-Obscuring Fumes" from the very barrell, with the effect of dropping a Smoke on Your feet, but with more precision and "Limited Cloudwall Shaping". . . "And if Smoke Tactics are so important for You, why not trying some Shotgun Shell Slugs charged with Tear Gas; developed by the Merovingian Riot Squads for breaking rowdy hooligans that lost a Dogbowl Bet or had a Caledonian Pint too many, these are Non-Lethal but TOTALLY efficiacious as "Noxious Smoke Goes"; the one that I put in this Drum Clip there are ALSO designed to be extremely efficiacious against the Antipode's sensible snouts. . .!!" "But be warned, as Ariadnan Shotgun Slugs, with a Chem-Payload, are ESSENTIALLY "20mm. Light Grenade Warheads" You will need from 2 to 4 Shell fired to have the SAME coverage of Smoke of a standard "40mm. Heavy Grenade Warhead"; also NEVER run through a Tear Gas Cloudwall that You created without AT LEAST a Riot-Mask with Hermetic Goggles and Oxygen Filters. . . . .It is VERY nasty stuff. . .!!" "If You have to go in 1 Hour Max. to an important meeting then, sadly, I could not do a proper Multi-Munition Revolver Ammo Wheel implant; it is a precision process, as I have to add tiny clockwork mechanism to Your foreign-looking Gun and also try and test the Stress of the Metal; I'm not so sure that You'll find so palatable the decrease in Rate-Of-Fire traded with Shot Choice Selection and Improved Aim so for the moment we leave it for it. . .!!" "Maybe when You have the free time, do came here at the Test Firing Ranges to try BOTH Models? And come with Your Lovely Merovingian Wife, it will be good to chat with Her in French (She is rather famous between us "Merovingienne Homme-Taureaux" Merovingian Minotaurs); if She come with Her Loup-Garou Viral Snipergun I will be more than honoured to treat with care a similar weapon. . .!!" "Aaaaand, forgive My Merovingian Curiosity, and. . . . Rather Direct Bluntness, buuut. . . .How is to be married with a Human Woman. . .? Appreciable differences with Your fierce Zerat Females. . .?? I have seen them only on distance on Paradiso Frontlines, but they must be a rather tough nut to crack, N'est Pas. . . . .???" And with this last phrase full of Innuendos then "Gunny" substituted the standard, rather large Banana Clip of Uja's Vulkan Shotgun with one (even larger Drum Box, similar to Alistair's one, but with a single Large Cylinder, rather than two smaller linked ones) filled with the aforementioned Tear Gas Shotgun Shells, while "Sam Colt" had finished loading the High-Capacity Clip of the Caledonian Werewolf Customized "Heavy Molotok". . . Then with a practiced eas the two Ariadnan Women embraced each other at the hip with arms crossed behind the back, and as if in a Bad Maya Commercial Ad with Glitzy Model Starlets doing a publicity stunt for a Soft Cool Drink or some other Wide-Appeal Product uttered the same phrase in unison, and with the same vocal jingle-inflection. . . "We Gun-Smith-Cats of Sultan Sheik Weapon Emporium Hope You Customers Are Sate & Satisfied And Will Be Back Soon. . .. . !!" And then they laughed merrily, along with LaTigre Balam that had ALMOST tear at the feline eyes for the giggling fit; the chaotic vignette draw the attention of another attractive woman from the back of the "Weapon Shop", where crates of sensible parts where stored. . . While Gunny and Sam could have been Late 20 or AT MUST Early 30 of Ages, the Mediterranean Beauty that arrived seemed even more Youthful and Curvaceous, like a Teen-Ager Lingerie Model, but Her eyes were smarter and keener than most, betraying the fact that was probably far older then the Ariadnans but kept spry, youngish and hale by costly Anagathic Gene-Mods Treatements. . . But if Her attire was a little indifferent for Alistair, that saw JUST a body-contouring "Glovesuit" with strange arabesqued abstract decorative motifs, Uja had YET seen similar attires; it was UNMISTAKABLY the "T.O. Camo Stealth Bodyglove" of the Hashashin Fidays, but USUALLY they went around ALWAYS Masked and not without their Helmets. . . The beautiful Bahram Woman (deep dark brown eyes, auburn-black Hair kept in a very long, flowing ponytail) looked at the amused antics of the "Gun Smith Cats" with a soft, but stern expression that mixed Affection AND Disapproval at the same time; seemed totally unarmed . . . of Guns. . . . because had JUST a couple of Tulwar Curved Scimitars strapped behind the Back and some Crescnt-Shaped Throwing Knives sheated in various body places that would have allowed rapid extraction speed. . . "What is this Ruckus ? You two Dawn Lasses are joking again with fellow Mercs with that stale gag of the "Shop Customers" again ?? Oh, hello Sir Alistair, and. . . . .Unknown Morat Warrior. . .???" The tone with whom the gorgeous Haqqislamite had addressed the Ariadnans was maternal, as if the Woman was a sort of Elder Aunt, but She wore on the Ring Finger the SAME 100% Pure Teseum Wedding Band signifying She was too another Wife of that mysterious "Sultan Sheik"; had some distant tone of familiarity towards the Caledonian Dogwarrior, but appeared non-plussed by the presence of an Alien of the Supremacy there (and Uja could wonder if the Scimitars with some markings of the Morat Bladesmith could be source of this not-wonder). . . . . Until She focused on the Vorpal Throwing Star affixed to the Rear End of Uja Polearm and evident even from the back of the burly Daturazi Krakot. . . "Inch'Allah! Alek-Al-Azrael, Archangel of Death preserve us !! Is that, That, THAT a True Specimen of a Vorpal Blade. . .?? Never thought of seeing one outside grainy, confused Battlefield Reports. . . . .It is true that it "Morphs" on mid-flight from that "Curved Shuriken" State to a "Triskelion Scythe" one. . . . . .Merciful Al'Raab (Allah The All-Knowing Wise) could, could I. . . . .dare to touch it ???" The deep and beautiful eyes of the tanned woman were almost transfixed, in an hypnotized manner, toward the Alien Voodootech Edged Weapon of Uja, and she made some tentative passes towards it. . . . .and so was utterly surprised when LaTigre Balam (with the usual diret, fortright sexual clumsiness) embraced Her from the back and grasped Her breasts. . . . .!!! "Uryi the Bladedancer, My Dear ! Everyone know that You are a Sword-Fetishist, but You are now giving Scandal !! I have NEVER felt before Your Nipples being so Rock-Hard, and tell Me, have You also a serious Woman-Boner down there in Your "Hidden Oasis". . .!!" The other two "Sultan Wives" exploded in uncontrollable laughs so much to roll under the counter, while the Hashashin-Odalisque struggled to free Herself fom the traitorous hugging of the obnoxious Corregidoran Chimera (who had the advantage of "Surprise Attack", favourable positioning on the back and enhanced physique, even if the Bourak Native had clearly FAR MORE strenght than Her otherwise petite size suggested. . .!!). . . . . "Unhand Me IMMEDIATLY You disgusting Kaffir Impure Half-Beast ! Do It NOW, or the next time I found You in the Alcoves of My Co-Wives I will cut that Cat-Tail of Yours with My swords !! And if You like SO MUCH banging My Husband, why (in Allah's Righteous Name !!!) then You refused His offer of Marriage to become One of Us !!!! At least You could have accepted a Concubinate Contract, rather than going around like a Vixen Space Whore !!!!! UNHAND ME I SAID !!!!!!!!!" But the struggles were in vain and to the expert fighter eyes of the Caledonian Werewolf and the Daturazi Warrior Monk was clear that they were JUST perfunctory; it was as if the Haqqislamite Sword-Dancer (a peculiarly Rare and Hyper-Lethal "Breed" of Odalisques trained ALSO by the Hashashin Bahram) was IN REALITY somehow, at least unconsciously, SINFULLY ENJOYING to be "Dominated in Submission" by the Jaguar-Woman. . . The "Spectacle" had some. . . . .Appeal. . .on its own (even Cybermane and Knucker seemed to enjoy the clear "Duel for Pack-Alpha Status" of the weird Human Females !!) and they had FOR FREE something that in other corners of the Human Sphere would have asked for quite a number of Credits for Admission Fee. . . . .!!!
Alistair answered to Morat slowly. "Duke Graywulf is my liege, and I am bound to serve him with an oath. Graywulf and McElliot clans were allies ever since they landed on Dawn. With only minor incidents." Doing his best to recite the ages old formula, despite growling form of Dog-Warrior. "Duke given me the task of leading a team. I would hate to be late." Noble welcomed the third wife with a nod of his head, just as he attached the heavy box to his rifle. And then, hell broke loose. Scot wisely omitted his opinion about technically higher ranking Chimera and less than professional behavior of the local armory. Not to mention the fact he expected something like that to happen. With a loud growl he secured his weapons and moved in closer and grabbed both women by scruff of their necks. If they wanted to start a catfight, he would treat them like cats. Sigh might have been amusing and enjoyable, but everything had to come in moderation, not to mention at proper time, and if anything Alistair was by now used to being silent enforcer of at least SOME militaristic behavior. [Athletics TN:16 dices:6,3, I take two successes will be enough?] With a huff he simply pulled them away, lifting both women. "Ladies, please. Not again." Admittedly please was this time growled out. Scot turned his head towards miss Balam. "Captain, I am forced to remind you that High Command expects you to be present too." he said with an irritated note present in his voice, before setting both woman on the ground, well aware that only thing protecting LaTigra from his wrath was the favor of Lord Greywulf. That said and done, he got ready to leave, his good mood from before slightly soured by presence of one woman he truly despised and had to accept as someone with higher rank. He took note of Morat being married to Loup Garou sniper, likely one that recently moved in. "You are husband of Sargent Arabelle ? General was speaking in all superlatives about her. I am looking forward to working with her." Wolfman added as he headed to the door. "Sam, Gunny, as always a pleasure."
"Aaaaawwww, Spoilsport !! Uff, Okay, Okay Mr. Guard-Dog-All-Work-No-Pleasure. . . . .I'll behave, I'll behave (Grrrbbll, Nice Big Slab of Sword You have, maybe another similar is stuck-up under the Tail, Mggrrr)" LaTigre Balam did not react overmuch to Alistair ruining Her "Amusement Time" (in fact improper behaviour like this USUALLY ended with FAR LESS GENTLE Dogwarriors, Commander Katya Volkova or Her "Blood-Sister" Wayah White-Ghost, propelling the obnoxious Corregidoran Chimera inside a cold pool / sink of Water, sometimes THROUGH a Window or even, in a pecular momentous case, a Compound Wall). . . Alistair had also saw on some Personal Dossiers less redacted than usual for His Rank (thanks for the Clan Alliance between Graywulfs and Mc Elliotts) that at a Young Age the Nomad Vixen had to prostitute Herself to simply survive in the worst parts of Mothership Corregidors (something weird like "No Work, No Oxygen" !!) and that had to excel in a similar difficult environment to Modifiy EVEN Her Behavioural Patterns to be better at that Sinful Work. . . Even when LaTigre realized that She was BETTER at Fighting than Fucking that mental pattern was somehow deeply ingrained in the darkest recesses of Her mind; Lord Graywulf had someteime commented that EVERYTIME that Balam has saved selflessly the Life of Him, its Wife or their twin Wulver Daughters then IMMEDIATLY spoiled it by saying something improper like: "Let's Celebrate with a Threesome / Foursome / All-Family+1 Orgy. . . . .!!!" And what was worse is that one of the Twins had started to adopt a similar careless sexual behaviour; and was technically a Young Teen-Ager (even with the Body, and Hormonal Urges of a Young Adult !!). . . . .!!! And obviously the Corregidoran Chimera started to purr and caress the Artificial Limb of Alistair, surprised by that incredibly firm, strong grip and murmuring of contentness to have been so Manhandled; right, it was in the Personal Dossier, the Pain-Pleasure Receptors in the Brain of LaTigre had been thorougly scrambled, and she enjoyed be Dominated as much (if not MORE) of Dominating weaker "Prey". . .!! The reaction of Uryi, the Sword-Dancer Odalisque, was as much impressed (and Her lithe, supple, deceptively Young body was far stronger and athletic than appearances dictated) by the force of the still organic limb; politely and elegantly bowed (to hide Her flustered embarassment) to the handsome Caledonian Gentleman-Soldier. . . The other two wives (should have been a Fourth somewhere else, Alistair recalled 4 was the Upper Legal Maximum for Haqqislamites, with an Unspecified Number of "As Much Concubines You Can Honourably Support") recollected from their laughing uproar and saluted the Highlander Noble in a more serious tone. . . Also "Gunny" had to say again to the burly, handsomely scarred Morat: "Feel free to come when You want. . . . .to try the various Shotgun Configurations. . .of course !! And also bring Your "Epouse" (Wife); "Femmes De La Merovingie" (women of Merovingia) need to stick together, when they can. . . . .!!!" When they leaved together the "Cathouse Armoury" then the Morat and the Dogwarrior understood that, probably, the aim of the High Command Corp of the Minotaurs was to Test somehow if they would have bonded together as a prospective "Team Leader" and "Vice Squad Commander". . .!!
