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Private One Thief, Two Hunters

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CARDS
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The cards fell and her blue eyes watched with anticipation, as the turn was flipped and her lips turned into a confident smirk. Tanned fingers tapped the back of her face down cards, while her gaze shifted to view the only other player left in the game. Texas Hold Em wasn’t exactly a card game that everyone played and yet, the woman had thrown the card game out for the sake of being the oddball and to simply waste time. She was technically a member of the Knight’s Obsidian and maybe there was something that she was supposed to be doing, but she hadn’t been pulled up in regards to her behaviour. So here she was pulling a long shot bluff, while the only other player sitting at the table, stared at her.

Crowded around the table, were many patrons as they eagerly watched the game, with what seemed to be an enthusiasm that outmatched her own by only a hair’s breadth. The pub smelled like blood, sweat, tears and alcohol. Blood from what she could only imagine was from bar fights; tears from the broken hearted and sweat from the man who sat across from her. The lupine could also smell the scent of urine, because some dumb idiot had probably forgotten how to use the facilities in the bathroom, but she didn’t pay too much attention to that as the dealer watched the other player. “Call,” he said and Aadya giggled, only to perk a brow.

Let him sweat, She thought to herself as she leaned back on the rickety wooden chair that she was seated upon and reached out to grab a hold of her drink that had been resting on top of the wooden table that they were seated at. It was some dive bar in Naboo in an area that you didn’t want to be caught dead in, but in reality, the Lupine thought that these guys were the unfortunate people who didn’t get the best start in life. So she didn’t begrudge them, but instead, she played… For bullets. Because who didn’t carry bullets? Playing for credits was too pedestrian and this seemed like a good idea. So as she slowly swirled the whiskey in the cool glass that she held, she pretended to think about her play. If only for a brief moment.

”You know, I like you Callan. You just keep playing even when you don’t even have the cards to beat my hand. That gusto is admirable. Really, it is, but you’re out of your league here.” She said as a smirk curved her lips and slowly took a sip of the cheap whiskey that had been poured, while her eyes didn’t stray from the target before her. The woman could see that he was wavering in his resolve and although he didn’t know what cards she held, the woman knew that he must have a good hand. Otherwise, why keep throwing in the bullets when he was down to his last two? Her free hand lightly tapped upon the wooden table before her and slowly, she slid in two bullets of her own into the center of the grainy wooden table. ”Raise.”

Did she have a good hand? Oh absolutely not. The lupine had the worst hand possible. A seven and a two. The man before her, she figured that he had a full house and she wanted him to think that she was holding a flush. So all in all, she was lying her butt off, bluffing him. Yet it was her confidence that was making him doubt his own hand and she could see it as she watched his jaw tightened ever so slightly before he said, “Fold.” A peel of laughter parted her lips as she slammed her drink back and placed the glass down upon the surface of the table.

”Hey Callan,” Aadya said as she rose and collected her winnings from the table while everyone began to disperse. ”You really need to maintain confidence when it comes to your cards buddy. Because…” When she had collected her winnings and deposited them into a pouch upon her belt, she flipped her cards over to reveal them. ”You could of had me, but I bluffed you right out of the game.” She said with a chuckle. “Son of a…” He started and she tsked. ”Next time Callan, I’ll let you win. Promise.” Aadya said as she turned from the table and pushed her way out of the bar. While she would have loved to have stuck around to hear what else he had say, she just knew that it was best not to. For if she had, there was a high chance of escalation and she didn’t want to have to admit to… Well, anyone that she instigated a fight by suggesting that they play a game of cards for bullets.

Which was how she had found herself upon the darkened streets, while other people walked by. That was, until someone brushed passed her. “‘Scuse me,” They said and Aadya brushed the interaction off as if it wasn’t important. However, as her pale hands went to find something that was no longer in her pockets, a curse was quick to her lips. ”Son of a…” Quickly, she turned upon her heels, only to see the same man brush up against another woman looking thing. His coat was dark brown and his black cap was pulled way down low, so then no one could see his face. ”Stop you thief!” Aadya called as she ran after him, only to bump into… Well, it was hard to describe, as the other woman looked like a sentient being, but it’s scent was completely different to that of a sentient being. ”That man just stole from the both of us and we need to track him down!” Aadya said as she pointed to the man who moved to duck down an ally to make a quick getaway.
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Do I Dream of Electric Sheep?

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... T A R G E T: N A B O O...
...M I S S I O N... F I N D A N E L D E R ...


Traveling was always a wonder, faux luminescent violet eyes plastered to the front of her ship, she had been sent here with a mission of sorts, although it was self appointed. She had yet to be see much of the universe, it unfurled before her like a lotus in bloom, stars stretching out as myriad crystal dew drops upon its petals, and she was in the center of it all. Some could claim she was lost, adrift even within a bottomless lake as billions of flora bloomed all around her, the waters an expression of the depths of infinite possibility. The galaxy dazzled G3M1N1, though she had seen very little of it, a junk planet within the inner rim, a satellite surrounding a ship building world that housed little more than a billion machines working in perfect harmony, insects upon the grand stage pollinating, feeding and fertilizing the fertile ground from which the buds of life bloomed. Was she lucky? Or was this a curse? Her body afforded her immortality in one sense, she'd likely see it all eventually... was that something to be lauded? Or was the fact that all this mystery would eventually end something to be truly dreaded...

Her mind darted to and fro as she came into contact with Naboo, the world was a swirl with blues, greens and whites. It was nice to not see another industrial world for a change... It had been in Corellia that she had heard of this paradise world, a world where mother nature and the mechanization's of father time lived together in a resplendent harmony. Nature did not give way to the invasion of glass and steel towers and the inventions of the modern world, it embraced them, intertwined with them and coiled themselves together as the vines would entangle the brass and polished steel in a partnership which only sought to explore a deeper beauty.

G3M1N1 resonated with that idea, she felt like she could maybe learn from something there, so much of her had been assimilated into the machine that she had become, she needed to regain some... life. Not necessarily some humanity, she couldn't remember if she was ever human to begin with. But, the machine could be felt slowly taking over, it was becoming harder and harder to see past the infinite binary scrolling that cascaded past her eyes in every waking moment of every day. This world had learned to embrace the hybridization of life and machine... maybe she could learn how to do the same? That and there was a myth she wanted to investigate, a mysterious race of Elders that hadn't been seen since the inception of the planet... G3M1N1 wasn't good at much, but she was excellent at finding things.

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Touchdown... And as G3<1N1 dismounted her F-22 she couldn't help but feel like a great sadness had washed over the planet of Naboo when she arrived, as though the planet could sense her presence, and tears had begun to fall. The rain roared against the ground with its ferocity drowning out the world around them as G3M1N1 would approach the hanger manager, offering them a number of credits in order to perform some routine repairs on her ship as she would move outside into the world around her. Walking the streets in the rain, the water bouncing off her synthetic steel frame only to hear the soft metallic clank of the occasional drop which would find her eyes or one of the many in between lines that traced her fingers, face and body like that of a mannequin. Her eyes flared as she analyzed the world through the only senses she could, soft Amethyst fire against the street lit Nabooian night.

It was only then when the girl heard a cry, a shout of alarm as the pitter patter of running feet would come running towards them. G3M looked confused, she couldn't help but allow the rampaging figure to brush her by, colliding with her shoulder with enough force to send the cyborg staggering backwards into one of the many tall lanterns which peppered the otherwise empty city streets. It only took moments for the person's chaser to arrive in turn. She spoke with something in her voice, systems and social analysis spectrum scanners analyzed the creature before her's body heat, determining her to be predominantly on the anger spectrum as she stalled for a moment to explain the events which had transpired to the lone mechanical woman.

A thief, a burglar, a pickpocket a craven cur had evidently reached into the pockets of the newly landed woman and stolen away with her belongings. Including the docking information for her ship. The consequences computed past G3M's eyes in real time as the threads would chart themselves, without those papers she would not be able to access her ship, which meant that she would be stranded on Naboo until she found them. Finding a thief would increase in dofficulty by the hour if he was allowed to escape which was not a risk she could afford to take. Something needed to be done, but how? Was this a mission? Was she able to self actualize and force her persona to retreat into the mind of the cold hard machine which assisted her on her bounty missions? Honestly, she didn't know how.

The other victim hadn't given her an order, so, the awkward girl which stood before her, afraid, perplexed and unsure of herself as anxiety bubbled to the surface was forced to make a decision on that lonely rain blind street. Was she going to be a mover and a shaker in her own life? Or was she merely to be relegated as a tool, to be engaged at the convenience of others? Decisions often bought out a dark anxiety within G3M, she couldn't help but feel like this was all too much, the calming rain thundering down all around them as little more than the awnings above their heads kept them dry, a stranger retreating at preternatural speeds and a mysterious woman commanding that the two of them work together in order to prevent the sneak thief from escaping.

"Oh, um... uh-huh!" G3M was afraid, her eyes wide and panicked as she would turn, not sure what propelled her as her legs would move in a run, simply following the commands of the woman at her side. Only engaging at her natural speed, running quickly thanks to the enhanced powered frame that was her chassis, but little else. Moving at the speed of a seasoned runner she would attempt to keep pace with the likely vastly physically superior lupine. G3M1N1 was likely taller than her if she stood upright, but with her meek posture, innocent face and visage she looked little taller than 5'4, wearing little more than a baggy leather hooded jacket patched with myriad labels of her favorite holonet presenters. Combined with punk-like baggy pants adhorned with more than a couple belts and holes, she looked like a regular punk were it not for the pilots bodysuit that was worn underneath, revealed at the midrift as well as due to the baggy shoulders which lopsided over the edge of her frame.

"S-so... w-what can i do!?" G3M all but yelled, not sure on how she was meant to contribute to the chase, she only had a couple of her weapons on her, and almost all of them were lethal for the most part, aside from the ones that were fixed into her hands, but, while surrounded in the rain they were dangerous for a person who was standing next to her if she were to turn them on... But as G3M spoke, their assailant hurtled round a corner in mid sprint, faster than G3M and driven by the lofty goods within his possession...

This was going to be a long night.

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TRACKING
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Blue eyes slowly seemed to trail over the other unfortunate victim and upon closer inspection, she could clearly see the mechanical panels and silicone skin. In fact, even as she drew in the scent, Aadya could clearly make out that this being wasn’t that of an actual human being. Although it was the eyes that caught her attention and she found that she was really trying hard to not make any assumptions, assumptions that the Lupine couldn’t exactly help for she always thought that such mechanical beings had to be one of the best hunters. Why? Well, they didn’t have to really deal with complex emotions or whether anything was bad or good. Whatever they did, they did because they were told to. Or at least that was what she had thought, because she had never had any interactions with them until now.

So as she stood there making her observations, the rain continued to pour down overhead and it soaked her from head to toe, leaving her hair to gather in shortened, rain drenched ropes around her tanned face. The rain drops seemed to wash away the dirt and grime of the bar that she had been in, as if it was cleansing her of the sins that such an individual could rack up in such an establishment, but she knew that no amount of rain or holy water could purge her of the sins she created. Why? Well because she didn’t feel guilty, didn’t feel the need to be sorry for gambling and winning the ammunition that she had won. In fact, Aadya would do it all again and without hesitation, because she wasn’t harming anyone that didn’t know the cost of gambling. It was a risk and the moment that they paid up, it was the moment that they agreed to the chance that they could lose it and that was the risk they took. Except some risks paid off and for the brown wolf it had. Not so much the opponents that she had played against however, but that wasn’t her concern.

Right now though, she waited patiently in front of the other woman in silence, but she wouldn’t wait for long, because she didn’t want the thief to escape. However, she waited because she wasn’t in the business of forcing people to do anything, even when the cost of waiting, was that she would be drenched to the bone in cold water. Did the machine even have a free thinking mind? She was about to move away, for fear of losing the trail of the thief, when suddenly she got to witness the violet eyes widening and the mechanical being seemed to speak, but even as the rain thundered down upon the pavement around them, the words that it spoke didn’t seem to be of importance. Nor did it seem to verbally indicate that it could even compute the events which had just transpired and led to it having had something stolen from it. The dangers of being faced with a cyborg, she realised as her eyes tried to search its face for any hint, was that they didn’t have the same facial indicators. Only it’s wide eyes gave away the apparent emotion of panic due to the situation it now seemed to have found itself in.

A sigh parted her lips as she pulled away and her booted feet soon hit the pavement at a run, while her lungs drew in the oxygen needed to keep her body moving at the fast pace that she found herself at. A pace, which slowed when she rounded the bend and spied the figure disappearing around another corner as the rain became more evident now that they weren’t standing under any kind of awning from the shops on the Main Street. Slowly, she shifted her gaze to view the cyborg for a moment and she shook her head at the question presented by the other woman. ”We hunt him.” Aadya growled softly as she pulled free the KO sidearm from its holster upon her belt. Her general appearance was that of a black tank top with a pair of black pants and boots. A brown belt circled her waist with small pouches upon it. Shoulder holsters looped over her shoulders and while one of them was now empty, a verpine shatter pistol occupied the other holster.

Aadya also occasionally carried a shotgun upon her back, but she had left at home. A weapon she was regretting that she hadn’t brought.

Short brown hair, heavily laden with rain dropped with the water and she felt those drops fall upon her bare shoulders as she launched into another run. The Lupine couldn’t rely upon her sense of smell, for the rain dampened all of the surrounding scents. On days like this, it was relaxing to not be able to smell all of the scents, but it was also a curse; for it made tracking all the harder and so she relied upon her physical ability to run and to see the faint outline of the boot marks upon the pavement. ”If he gets away, you can kiss your possessions goodbye!”. She called back, as she turned the corner, only to watch the thief be apprehended by a group of men that seemed to linger behind an establishment.

”Aww shucks,” Aadya cursed as she recognised Callan and a few of his buddies that were finishing off their drinks. They must have exited through the back and decided that the crowd at the front was too much of a hassle. In their hands, they gripped their target and seemed to be tossing him from one man to the other as they whooped and hollered. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? A thief and a gambler playing cat and mouse. So adorably cute and who else is that beside you Aadya?” The man enquired as the blue eyed wolf slowly counted the ten men in the group. Ten which didn’t include the thief. Her gaze touched on their weapons which ranged from sidearms to boot knives. Others didn’t have any weapons, but soon found them as they smashed a bottle or two to create a makeshift weapon.
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Do I Dream of Electric Sheep?

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... ... ...W E . H U N T . H I M... ... ...

It was amazing how such simply, surely-spoken words could expand as a veritable butterfly effect, the pitter-patter of the fragile wings that were her lips breathed a hurricane into a world of seemingly so-still-circuitry as the systems of G3M1N1 as she registered those three powerful words. The almost still lens like rings of her eyes stalled for a fraction of an instant, time freezing within her as they would begin again whirling like frenzied motors, blurring until the lines within the lenses would shine as a single spinning circle. The luminescent violet light expanding almost leaking, bleeding light from the edges as it consumed the better part of her once compound eyes. While simultaneously through the cracks and breaks in her body's curves a hum could be heard as systems would shake the dust of their dormant existence, roaring to life as a lion at first dawn. Microrepulsars, the like which allowed powered armours to be far more mobile would repel the rain around her limbs, gravity around them altering and twisting under the beck and call of the advanced machinations which pulsed through her body in an ever expanding system of digital lay-lines, bringing life to steel as the invisible spheres blasted the rain out behind her in a flurry. Her fingers balling into fists as the two of them began to run, G3M's gait changed, altered and contorted just enough, opening up and becoming more efficient as she was able to better bound like that of a lithe sprinter, rather than as a child weighed down by their after-school cargo.

After the activation of many of her support systems, G3M1N1 wouldn't quite look the same to the trained eye. Her posture having her look confident, strong, taller and somehow more capable than the diminutive soul that had once occupied the same space mere moments ago.

Like this, G3M was fast, like an animal she would take off, a Vornskr on the prowl chasing after the individual whom had deigned to rob them of their possessions through the urban jungle G3M1N1 had but moments ago treasured but now felt numb to. Rain exploding off her frame as she fled the cover of city awnings behind them, the force of the impact against the wall of water hurtling her hood and clothing backward revealing her long silvered synthetic hair cascading backwards to catch the wet, glossy streaks of starlight silver catching the reflections of her beaming eyes while G3M1N1s form twisted with the speed, contorting into a twin tailed amethyst comet which rocketed through the city streets alongside her ally. The falling rains peppering the void-like night sky as solitary diamond stars speckled across the spectacular scene as G3M would confirm in a voice, seemingly devoid of the uncertainty that she was one beholden to.

"T A R G E T . A C Q U I R E D"

G3M would blast forward in tandem with her ally as she would confirm the consequences of mission failure, the loss of the F-22 was unacceptable, the parameters for the mission had been set in her head, while the once innocent child-like creature that had been roaming the streets, doe-eyed and clouded by wanderlust watched from a virtual space, surrounded with options, responses, clustered by information that the machine was feeding past her at a rate that she somehow was able to process at superhuman speeds. It was like controlling a drone, if the drone was her own body, taking the back-seat, not feeling pain, not really under any control, but divorced from the entire process, acting as only a gatekeeper for courses of action and hoping that she was able to keep up with the endless river of data flowing in and around her like white water, micro-decisions that needed to be made in an instant as the inner mind that was Gemini stared onward, reaching out to tap one decision and then another upon a limitless switchboard which saw her assisted body flow into action, rounding the street and coming to a standstill, microrepulsars silencing allowing the rain to fall upon and around her freely without resistance as the thief found themselves intertwined in the webs of fate.

G3M1N1 would stop, her scanners rolling over the dozen odd aggressors, taking in their weapons, size, weight, species if they would be within her standard forensic database. Compiling the information, she would notice as she was addressed, beginning to walk forward towards the men, closing the gap between them in case of projectile weapons being drawn... It was better to be close. Her gait was far from nonchalant, but not intimidating. Her voice would respond in kind to the mention of her presence mechanical, formulaic, cold... no longer bearing with it the pretext of attempting to be a person. "My Designation Is Gee Three Em One En One. You are in possession of a target of mine, hand him and his belongings over to us and allow us to be on our way if you please..." The droid like voice would continue as she would approach the thief, hoping to simply approach him from behind and place a single hand on his shoulder, coiling fingers that could crush carbon around his clothing and attempt to haul him back from the dirty dozen which surrounded him... but if any of them got in her way.

With her hand outstretched for one of them, her body would drop, one of the microrepulsars in her legs activating in an instant as she would cling to the earth with enhanced gravity, pulling herself to the earth far faster than what a creature could naturally do as she would swing out a leg explosively for the humanoid's Achilles tendon. Should her blow make an impact, the rain in and around them would splay outwards in a ring of chilling fluid with the sheer centrifugal force of her spin. Assuming her blow would land, she would follow through with her upper body, outstretched hand spinning to catch the falling creature as a simultaneous hum whirred within the palm of her hand, catching the man by the chest with her now electrified limb and slamming him into the earth with enough force and current to stun a Wookie for at least a couple of seconds. G3M1N1 wasn't one to shy away from a fight, in close range... and in the rain... she was terrifying.

MULTIPLE HOSTILES ... ENGAGE WITH TERMINAL FORCE? Y/N?

Within the mind of the beast, Gemini managed to catch that permission, slamming the 'N' with everything she had, the last thing she needed was to have half a dozen men and women killed on the planet she had only just arrived on because they got in the way. Panic waned, as it would be apparent to her and her alone that she had been looking for that specific message for some moments after the dozen obstacles appeared within the sights of the killer body. "Not today G-3, you can take these few with what you have... nobody dies today." If the thugs were to simply hand over the thief however, G3M would have no purpose for violence, simply grabbing him and hauling him backwards towards the one whom had assigned her the combined mission, there is little better than an easily completed task. G3M1N1 would blink, and in a few moments she would almost, deflate, her over-processing eyes winding down, her stature shrinking and becoming more anxious and less certain, her eyes unfocusing while her arms would draw inwards making her almost appear afraid as G3M1N1 would re-assert control over the body, looking around for threats almost as a mere-cat might, meek enough to jump at a quick moving shadow yet alone an actual threat...

But such things were seldom so easy...
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SHOWDOWN
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To say that the cyborg that she now knew as G-3 had followed her- no, had run down the streets with her, was a surprise, then that would be an undeniable fact. In fact, Aadya would have told anyone who cared to listen, to colour her surprised and even as the group of men before them jostled their target in between themselves; her thoughts had strayed. They had taken on a line of thought all on their own and it was like a train that had just left the station with no true destination. It would be a mystery as she quietly asked herself about what colour surprise would actually take the form of. Red was lust, green was envy and blue was sad. So what colour would surprise be?

As the train left the station, her pale blue eyes still continued to watch with predatory eyes as she watched their target who hadn’t disappeared from view yet. For he couldn’t, due to the fact that the group of men knew that they wanted him and so, they kept him close at hand. Where they could also see him. How did she know that they wouldn’t let him go? Because their egos had been bruised at the poker table and now, they had something she wanted. Tit for tat and what they wanted, was to restore their ego. However they would do that, was not yet known; so the lupine slowly moved to sheath her KO sidearm in its respective holster, while her mind searched for some kind of way to negotiate the situation without too much bloodshed. Her current partner on the other hand, seemed to have other ideas as it approached the group.

”Wai-“ She called out right before the cyborg put a drunk man on the ground as he shoved the thief back to his buddies and tried to shove the cyborg back. Unsuccessfully, the brown haired woman, noted as he was slammed into the ground with enough force to leave him coughing and puking up his guts. ”Well fudge,” Aadya muttered to herself as the men were dropping their drinks to aim their weapons at G3. It had taken only a moment for their drunk and dulled senses to notice the danger that was now up in their face and gunning for the thief in their hands. Yet, they were now well aware, almost as if the fear and now adrenaline of the danger present, was filtering out the alcohol in their blood streams much faster than it normally would.

“Tell your guard dog to back off,” Callan roared as he aimed the barrel of his blaster pistol at G3. Oh the irony. Aadya thought to herself as the woman simply shrugged her shoulders. ”No can do. See… Uh, G3 right?” The lupine asked the cyborg, but didn’t wait for confirmation as she moved on. ”G3 here is a cat. A sleek and powerful cat. So, I don’t speak for her and so, she runs on her own schedule.” She said with a chuckle as she angled her head slightly and watched the thugs shuffle the thief back behind them, but didn’t quite let him go. Even with the rain pelting downwards with gravity acting as a pull, upon them, she could still barely smell the stink of sweat and fear that mingled in with the clear drops of liquid.

”So hand us the thief and we will be on our merry way.” The woman said as she slowly moved to pull the KO Sidearm free of its prison. A dark, dry laugh pierced the soothing sounds of the rain that drilled upon the rooftops and Callan shook his head. “No. I think not Sweet Cheeks. After the Poker game and now that your dog has just wounded one of mine, I think we are going to put you both in your place. This ain't no place for dogs and women and you’re going to learn that the hard way.” He said and Aadya just sighed as she took offence to the word ‘dog’ being used. However, she didn’t have much time to dwell upon it, as the seven with pistols began to fire at the cyborg, while the three holding makeshift weapons began to slowly back away with their target.

”Don’t kill them G3!” The lupine yelled over the sounds of the gun fire and took aim at one of the pistol holders. Every time she squeezed the trigger, there was a split second which always felt as if time had slowed down, just long enough for her to see where her actual target would end up. Then, as the trigger was squeezed and unleashed a series of dominos, of which she could hear the sound of the bullet as it was forced free of its prison; she could also feel the recoil of the weapon, but had the strength to control it. Through all of that, her round found its home in the dominant hand of an assailant, who dropped his weapon and screamed at the pain of the hole in his hand.

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Do I Dream of Electric Sheep?

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...CALCULATING APPROPRIATE RESPONSE...

Seven men, clad in their bravado stared down the cyborg kneeling defiantly before them, seven guns loaded and primed, the blaster gas within them hotter than the surface of a neutron star. Each of them pointing towards G3 in the midst of the squall which thundered down around them, dulling sound as it made the world feel smaller. A flash of lightning painted the scene across the moonless pavement, freezing in time their serious faces, twisted into apprehensive scowls with what came next. G3 had already put down one of their friends in an explosive act of surprise aggression. The Cyborg didn't expect guns to be on her this quickly, their hands were slight, however before a shot could be fired her friend seemed to be approaching from her rear. A flanking threat would draw their attention, those fourteen eyes would stray from her for but a moment as her systems would whir to life, beginning to process the world around her. A few disparate seconds as the spinning of her eyes would rev up tenfold, deafened by the rain. Her processors revving spiraling to life as G3M watched on within the mind of the frame whom now controlled her body with a cold and calculated motive. The sapient remnants held aloft in darkness would see a virtual space spawned around her from nothing. A singularity event sparking into being a virtual world for her mental presence to occupy as the universe after the first day. Seeing her new world as a reflection of what G3 could perceive beyond her eyes she frowned realizing the precarious predicament the two of them seemed to now be in... The men looked angry, their heavy blaster pistols were a mix of semi modern and outdated technology that was adequate for self defense but little else.

ADEQUATE RESPONSE CALCULATED... ... DELIVERING.

"Mee-yow." The line was dry, devoid of life, but to a human it would be filled with a sort of loathsome sarcasm. G3 didn't understand the context she had given it, but, the AI couldn't help but calculate that this tone seemed right. A line of stray code...something akin to a feeling. The line was swiftly deleted, anomalies could not be permitted in the programming. But in that moment the micro-repulsars within her systems would leap to life with a krayt dragons' roar, secondary core power routing to them as all of them would open up facing perfectly opposing angles, she was already kneeling, coiled as a spring, the potential energy taught in her legs locked and ready to move. In this stance she was braced for pressure as each of her repulsars would fire outwardly simultaneously in a single burst, enough to knock the men back a couple of feet and away from G3. The wave of force would slam into them like the shock-wave of being run over by a land speeder, diverting their volley off in random directions as they staggered backwards, torn clothing and broken glass peppering their frames. One of the stray blasts marked across G3's shoulders with a 'snap-hiss' as the heated metal would sizzle under the icy cold rainfall.

'don't kill them G!' The words were so far away, a command, as G3 was primed and ready for combat, the closest of the men, who had withstood much of the blast due to his weight and footing. The man was large, significantly larger than herself. Hardly off balance the man would recover quickly, aiming his pistol at G3 with some level of competency, he'd been in gunfights, or shot at a local range. But the man knew how to train a weapon on someone in close combat, not outstretching his arm like an idiot, he kept it tight to his chest, making it hard to lunge for. G3 would lurch forward, not at the first aggressor, but in front of him. Keeping the large man between herself and the other six trained guns that were now a couple of steps behind him. Crucial steps. A shield of meat, gristle and bone was now between her and six other blasters as the lion would pounce, palm open in an attempt to spread out the surface area of the attack, an effort to keep her strike non-lethal.

Three shots would ring out from the pistol before her, as the others would attempt to aim their fire around their friend and the quickly moving target. Too little too late, G3 was violet lightning in combat, staggeringly quick as she would rapidly close the gap, stepping side to side evading the direction of the barrel of his firearm before he launched his red hot passado. One of the blaster shots would slam into G3's upper thigh, absorbed once again by her armour plating. The lion pouncing upon her victim, her fingers sprawled as the lions maw as it would enclose around his metaphorical throat, a strike penetrating the rainfall as it aimed for his center mass while, for a second, the roaring of a micro-repulsar at the back of her elbow, to those who would hear it closely would almost swear it was the echoing cry of the Vornskr itself as~

In an instant, it was over, a sickening cacophony of cracks would fill the air, the rain parting due to the outburst of force from the repulsar which would cause an orb of rain to part for the two of them in a moment as the bloated man would sink to the ground, rain resuming in a sheet thereafter. G3 didn't expect his chest to feel that way, as she had made contact with it, the bones within him fell apart like hollow glass, shattering along the print of her hand as their shards would impale everything beyond them. G3 would run a systems diagnostic on the strength output she had administered, realizing that it was still calibrated to combat with the trandoshan brothers she had dealt with the other day... Unfortunate. The lizard like creatures had a hardened carapace, which made them shock resistant as well as far hardier than that of a regular humanoid. G3M, on-looked horrified at the deflated creature before the two of them, the cracking of bones could be heard over the pouring rain and put a momentary halt to the blaster fire of at least two of the dead mans' companions.

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The silence was broken by a primal cry from one of the mans' aforementioned drinking buddies, adrenaline piquing within his body, reaching an unmistakable climax as the chemicals warped his persona into unbridled, relentless and unmistakable fury. Rage swept through the humanoids as a contagious venom, a toxin spreading to the others who would cry out in turn, fanning out, opening fire with a viral ferocity that an outsider could almost call, and likely mistake as heroic were it not for the pretext of the engagement. G3 was a monster to them now, she had become a demon who needed to be repelled at all costs and thrust back into the foulds of sheol. A demon which had sacrificed a companion, a friend who had fallen beneath the weight of but a single unholy blow. G3 could accept this, even if they could not, mistakes and oversights were the prerogative of the human mind, or whatever human mind was left within herself, to her own chagrin. As the voracious volley of vindictive bolts valiantly began violently eviscerating the road around G3 as she moved, darting to the right she would attempt to draw the fire away from her companion. Crouching like a predator to keep her profile low she skated across the wet roads leaving trails of water hurtling behind her as the raindrops collided with her frame, spattering into a conical spray which she left in her wake.

Two additional marksmen were trained on G3, eyes sharped by hate and thirst for retribution, shouting support to one another as well as insults at the top of their lungs one of them firing with everything he had as the other would reload and cycle their onslaught. The doubled down offensive pushing G3 to retreat to the cover of a nearby speeder temporarily, darting backwards in the deathly slalom to roll over the craft and crouch behind it. With line of sight broken they would need to advance on her if they were to hope to eliminate her, the cyborg knew that if they approached her as a team, they could attempt to outflank her. The issue with outflanking someone around an object however, is that you isolate yourselves and leave each side open for a direct offensive, while the cover lays in between you. Basic tactics, ones which these men she doubted had ever heard of i their lives... even if they had they were blinded by hatred now, something which was initially dangerous but had more than paid off in the long haul. If g3 had a blaster, or any non-lethal weapon other than her fists this battle would have been over in a heartbeat, sadly not being able to use her tasers in this rain was a hassle, other life forms were nearby, and the water would prevent her from being able to properly regulate the voltage or where the voltage would channel.

G3M on the other hand, was beginning to get worried, G3 hadn't come out of this unscathed, and she was making decisions to re-route power and monitor the damage her chassis was taking. With the amount of focus on the battlefield, G3 had allowed several systems to be handed over to manual handling, diagnostics was one of them. G3 had taken several blaster shots to the armour, the impacts of which had been mild, but noticeable. there were several grazes over locations that were not terribly influential. The shoulder the upper thigh, they weren't the worrisome ones. The Shot to the lower abdomen was a worrying hit, too many like that and they would be taking serious damage. Another direct hit to the fore-arm had already drained some of the strength from the manifolds of the micro-repulsars in that arm. Several other near misses scorched her body in and around near vital areas, But G3 had managed to nimbly evade the worst of it with her extreme speed.

A cursory glance would see G3 look cautiously in the direction of her alleged partner as they were dealing with the others who were not righteously dealing with G3 at the current time. There were a few of the neerdowells, G3 and her new friend had likely divided them, split the group in half so neither of them would get definitively overwhelmed but their combined power and pinned down enough for an explosive. G3's analytics would look the female of the unknown species up and down, analyzing muscular tension, density, posture, speed, acceleration and PSI of her attacks to see where her strengths lay and how G3 would be able to best assist her should she require it in the near future. The woman seemed fast, maybe as fast as herself, the readings would likely confirm it, but there was still the matter of that genetic anomoly. G3 still had no idea what her gender was from. If she was even a female if her species and they were capable of shape shifting... a new concept to G3 certainly, but one that now factored into many of her myriad calculations when species was an unknown factor... But for now, the blaster shots were staggering, slowing... they'd be making their next move soon, backs to the Lupine woman behind them as she dealt with her own problems

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The sound of the plasma bullet burning through the man’s hand, had essentially drawn the gaze of the six other gunmen who had once been trained upon G3 but had, for some reason, ignored the lupine. Whether it was because she hadn’t fired a single shot, the brown haired woman couldn’t be certain. ”Damn Cyborg,” She muttered under her breath as the woman heard but did not witness the blast attack that had sent seven men staggering back and away from the cyborg. For she had problems of her own. Problems that required her to focus upon them in full, as four of the men were now focused upon G3, two others were now focusing on her and one of them included Callan.

In a bar fight, she had a chance, for most people wouldn’t pull their weapons out and yet, they weren’t in a bar. They were on a street where anything could happen and she heard the sounds of blaster meeting metal, which only distracted her for a split moment and her pale gaze traveled other to her companion. However, such a distraction almost proved to be fatal as the hissing sound of blaster bullet meeting falling drops of water, careened through the air towards her and she spun to her left, where the bullet found its home in the building behind her. Quietly, the lupine gritted her teeth and reigned in her attention span to the two men before her. She would have to simply trust that G3 could handle those that she was currently engaged with. Aadya just wished that she had brought her shotgun, as buckshot could spread; which meant a wide range that could hit multiple targets.

Now, however, was not the time to be wishing and her booted feet slid as her muscles bunched. This only accommodated the shift of her feet as she ducked and barely missed the blaster bullet that whizzed past her head with a sizzle that threatened to burn a hole through her. Why she worried about a cyborg that was made out of replaceable parts, when she herself could suffer a blow to the brain and suffer greatly; was beyond her. A low growl rumbled from the woman as she crouched down low and fired off a couple of random shots with the intent on missing. Why? Well it was simple, she wanted to know how the blaster bullets of the weapon would act while facing an onslaught of rain water. As expected, the bullets dropped with the extra added weight and she heard the laughter of the men at such a miss. Of which they hadn’t really accounted for the fact that her misses were deliberate.

More rounds followed suit and the woman threw her body to the right and rolled. Muddy water flicked up from the pavement and dirtied her clothing, but that wasn’t her overall concern. For when she came to a stop, she rose up to her knees only briefly and her pale blue eyes stared at the men and their positioning. Suddenly, she dropped and swung a leg out low, so then the movement as she spun upon the spot, would send out a wave of groundwater that had gathered on the pavement under their feet towards her two attackers. That brief moment when she had stopped for a split second had been deliberate, for she had been memorising their positioning and calculating their potential movements for this particular moment.

Water cascaded like a wave, over the two men as she rose up upon her left knee and waited. Each moment from this point on seemed to slow; Aadya could hear her heart beat within her chest and the sound of her lungs filling with the slow breath that she would hold when she took her shots, filled her ears. One… Two… Slowly the water fell and began to reveal her targets with their heads angled downwards and their forearms up, as if they were trying to stop the water from falling upon them while they staggered back a couple of steps. Seconds ticked by, but it seemed to her as if she had all the time in the world to bring her weapon up and fire two consecutive shots before her targets could even think about recovering.

Screams filled the air, as blaster bullets burned holes through the hands that held their weapons. Well, hands that once held weapons as they clattered to the ground, but the sounds were dulled by the pouring rain and did not echo like they normally would have. Quietly, the woman rose up as the two men dropped to their knees and she crossed the space between them to come up to Callan, only to look down at him. ”You brought this upon yourself, you butt.” She said and she brought her sidearm down to pistol whip the man across the face with it. The force that she brought it down with, of which it connected with his right cheek; made his head whip to the side and he crumpled upon the pavement. Unconscious. Pale blue eyes looked to his companion and she suddenly brought her knee up, only to smash it into the man’s chin. His head snapped back with the force and his body fell to the pavement in a heap.

Her ears listened to them for a moment. Listened for their heartbeats and once she confirmed that they were still alive, the woman turned her attention to see how G3 was faring.
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G3 could feel the weight of her aggressors hounding around the speeder, looming as predators in the foreground teeth bared and claws sharp. Their shots crackled across the moonless space edging ever nearer as their angles came closer and closer into view of her position. Her sensors however, were more than capable of picking up the coordinates of her fated foes. Her analytical glance would shift over to her ally, who, in a deadly dance of plasma fire and gusto, expertly tested the waters with a feinted shot, which, had it not been for her forensic sensors would have fooled G3 more than easily, likely lulling it into a false sense of superiority. Had it not been for the trained muscle fibers of her body, there was no way a creature built like that, a predator, would be able to miss a shot at that range. Additionally the lack of dopamine in her pheromone response would mean that panic was not an emotion she was likely experiencing at the current moment.

"Gotcha!" The sound of one of the attackers having darted a couple steps around the speeder was enough to spur the AI into action, noticing that he had broken ranks, charging around to draw her out was a mistake. Mirroring each other was their advantage, the fact that they would reveal themselves together, but, now that one could see her while the other could not meant that she had an open target. Retreating from the man who began opening up on her with his blaster from the side. G3, gripping the side of the vehicle would thrust herself around it, her fingers crushing some of the alusteel with the force of her grip as she would make a low mad-dash for the other attacker. His blaster would ring out, shots firing vaguely in her direction, one even slamming into her fore-arm as she would make contact.

Throwing out a kick for one of the mans distended knees, the heavy set man would hear an audible crack as his posture would be thrown out from underneath him. His knee-cap supporting the majority of his body-weight pushing in, caving in his stature and tumbling the creature with gravity's cruel purchase. All the while the speeder sat in between G3 and the attacker that had made the rookie mistake to break ranks. Meanwhile two shots rank out beside G3, slamming into the fire-arms of the other two attackers and rendering them useless in the coming fight. Unless they thought they would be able to defeat G3 in a brawl.

The crushing blow forced the man to scream a profanity as his weight would drop to the ground, set on a course to collide with the hard earth while his hands extended to cradle his fall, bracing himself for the impending impact, his face contorting with the welling web of pain that would ensnare him. However, G3 had other plans, while harmed this man was not incapacitated. So, intercepting his course G3 would thrust out her uninjured arm catching him bu the neck, staring into his frail, tear-filled eyes with a haunting yet soulless rebuke as her own locked with them. Stepping forward, neck in hand she would slam him down to the ground with his leg trapped behind his back. A second crackling snap as the broken and dislocated joint was forced to realign sending a second wave of pain through his body enough to cause the man to faint from the pain alone... which left one.

G3's processors honed on the hominid which came up behind her, seeing her looming over the still body of another of his companions, he was faced with the ultimate decision. His body showing the signs of locking up as he processed the potential of another kill on the battlefield, fight or flight engaged. And all while he was in the midst of the fevered state of rage he was already fully consumed by. The man knew that if he were to continue the contest he could very well be next, but if he were to run there is no telling whether or not the killer cyborg would or wouldn't chase him down, ending him from behind. Planting his feet where he stood, he would let out a howl of anguish as unleash the most sporadic volley of blaster shots yet. Ducking low to avoid the beginning of it, G3 would tuck her head to her chest, drop rolling and rising with the blaster pistol of the overweight man in hand. An emerald blast of energy cascading from the errant firearm into the lower leg of the assailant, causing his frame to rupture.

Before he could even hope to hit the ground, G3 was on top of him, raching forward, grabbing him by the chest, raising her arm as the man's legs would kick out from underneath him by the force of the impact as he was slammed unceremoniously into the hood of the speeder behind him. Hot metal from the myriad blaster holes that peppered its surface, barely cooled by the chilling rains which struck the ground in an unending passado. But after the glass splintered like a spiderweb wrapping around the fiend who had dared to attempt to execute her, the silence of the combat save for the disgruntled moans of the wounded filled the night air. This battle was done for the most part, G3 searched the mens bodies for blaster gas and ammunition, taking one of the blasters permanently and slotting it into one of her thigh compartments for the mean time.

"We should not dally, the man is still getting away, can you track him like this? The train is interferring with my sensors."

With that G3 would wait, stepping over the body of the man she had killed during the altercation, moving him out of range of the sight of the battle, so that he was not in the middle of the road to be slammed into by yet another low sitting speeder bike. It was time for the next move, whatever it was...



 
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Pale blue eyes watched as the cyborg dealt with the last man on her agenda. Quietly, she made note of the efficient way that it seemed to operate and the fact that it’s weapons and tactics seemed to be of the highest caliber. Whatever and whoever it was, Aadya knew that she wouldn’t want to wrestle with G3 in a full out combat situation. However, she was confident in her abilities to know that she could take G3 on and then some. Yet she couldn’t help but give her the nod of approval. The lupine had had her doubts to begin with, for she had seemed lost, directionless even when they had first met. Now though, it had seemed as if the cyborg had managed to boot some system, some kind of AI to process the events that were unfolding all around them. A chase, a gun fight and now the night wasn’t done.

”Ah hell,” Aadya muttered as she leaned down to grab the collar of her victim that had gotten the brunt of a knee to the chin and pulled him over towards Callan. Upon reaching him, the woman grabbed Callan’s collar as well and dragged both of them off of the road. Fingers released them and she knelt down beside Callan while her fingers rifled through his pockets, almost as if she was biding her time. ”I can track them,” She said softly as she grabbed whatever credits that was in Callan’s pockets and deposited them into a pouch upon her utility belt. ”The only downside is that, what I’m going to have to do is probably going to be unsettling for you, but in saying that, I think you can handle it.” Aadya said as she rose up and slid her KO sidearm into its holster.

Indeed, Aadya rarely even thought about doing this, but her wolf senses were heightened in wolf form and considering the conditions, she was going to need every bit of help that she could get. For water could overwhelm the senses and wash away even the freshest of scents. Not even a tracking dog or normal wolf could track in these conditions. A lupine, in wolf form, was different. However, the window was closing fast and she needed two hundred and ten seconds. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. At least for now and the woman began to make short work of her clothing. When she was done, the clothes and weapons were bundled up and secured by the belt. A bundle that was tossed over to G3 as she muttered, ”Hold this.”

Did she care that she stripped down naked in front of a stranger or the odd passerby? No. The woman lacked modesty and was more than comfortable in her human skin. A human skin that was now taking one hundred and eighty seconds to change shape.

It was as if something had taken a hold of the woman and was trying to burst free as her skin seemed to visibly shift. Yet, slowly but surely, brown fur erupted from tanned skin that darkened and the woman leaned forward, only to suddenly double over so then her hands rested upon the pavement to support her body as it changed shape. Slowly, her face began to elongate into a muzzle and her ears grew and lengthen in size. Bones in her elbows and knees seemed to visibly snap, but didn’t cause pain to the woman as her hands and feet slowly turned into paws while her nails lengthened into claws. Last but not least, a tail sprouted and it wasn’t long till the tanned, lithe and very much naked woman, rose up to reveal her large wolf form.

Aadya opened her eyes and peered out at the cyborg; eyes that were the familiar pale blue, but now they were eyes that belonged to a wolf. In all honesty, she preferred being human, but the situation called for a change of pace. Yet, such a change of pace was necessary and she shook out her fur, which didn’t help in the slightest. A black nose turned towards G3 and an ear flicked back for a moment before she padded over to the last place that the thief had been standing when they had last seen him. The wolf dipped her head and sniffed, drawing in the multitude of sparse scents, which helped in a way to weed out the old. It took only a couple more seconds, but she found the scents. Barely. With that, she wasted no time as she launched into a run.

Tracking was something that every wolf had learned and it came natural to those of her old pack. Tracking was like breathing and very rarely had to be thought about. Yet, Aadya could only wonder about how it must look to a stranger, or how they might find tracking hard. It only took a scent here, a footprint there and the occasional strand of hair that had worked it way free of its owner’s body. No one ever said that hair had to fall from the top of someone’s head. Every strand carried the smallest trace of scent. On a normal day, it would have been difficult to weed out all of the individual scents. To find that one trace of DNA that would give away someone’s position. Yet the rain, as it poured, was washing all of that away. Wiping the slate clean to give the prey who were trying to lose their hunter a chance at freedom and yet, not quite. It was a false certainty as the wolf followed by a cyborg, turned down many alleyways and streets.

Her front paw shifted to the left as if she intended on travelling down a street, but it was almost as if she suddenly changed her mind and moved towards the right. Towards a back ally with less room to move. Her nose lifted then as she found traces of the scent getting stronger and her ears perked forward. Off in the distance, their prey was seen still being dragged by the three men and a loud shout of alarm was heard. “It’s a wolf! In town!” His other two partners dropped their makeshift weapons and pulled out their own plasma pistols, only to start shooting in hopes that they would hit the wolf. Aadya on the other hand shifted to the left, so then her body would be protected by the wall at the mouth of the alleyway.
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The rain drenching everything that came down was one thing, occasionally it would get into the cracks of her form, hearing the little tink followed by the hiss of the heated metal fizzling in the rain as her body would begin to cool rapidly in the lull of combats silence. The Cyborg was peppered with blaster bolts that she had taken to her armoured frame, weakening the metal substantially, though as long as the men never pulled out a high powered carbine she would likely be fine. Or a verpine shattergun, but that was another story entirely. G3 would be attempting to scan the scene looking around for any sign of those who had run away, but the rain was proving more difficult to her sensors than she would like to admit. So she moved to what information she did have, the men. Scanning each of their faces she would attempt to cross reference them with local guild databases, whether or not any bounties were put out on them which could give her more information. Of course, the next step was interrogation, but Gem hoped it wouldn't come to that, interrogation was a subject that came up every now and then, but she had always feared the 'engage enhanced interrogation' prompt as it came across the screen, denying it every time without fail. She never liked the feel about it...

However, at the sound of her companion saying that she could track them, G3 would look their way and give a kurt nod, but not understand how, her systems did not pick up any scanning technology on her person that would be more capable than her own tracking hardware. But it dawned on Gem immediately, she had been looking at the woman's genome, not like a shifter, but something else. It could ceroconvert into something else, which was nothing short of amazing. With a very, VERY high stem cell count, far more than any species she had seen so far. Even the changelings. When she discarded her clothing, G3 just watched with a face of neutral matter of factness as she would snatch the bundle of equipment out of the air, but Gem was glued to her screen, a little embarrassed for the woman at first, but as the transformation began she found herself unable to look away. Moving around the woman in the digitally created replica space of the real world.

As each bone clacked and cracked and muscles stretched or shrunk to become lithe and tight, the transformation would be a work of art, Gem wanting to tear out and admonish the process, knowing full well that G3 was currently in command, tearing her down and attempting to take its place now would likely be more of a bother than its worth. G3 wasn't exactly able to get upset, but when Gem made irrational decisions or simply decisions that were sub optimal, G3 had a habit of getting on her case about it, especially in tense scenarios where danger could be around the corner. G3 had a purpose to help, but also to preserve the life that was inside of it.

Once the transformation was done, the wolf stood there in the place of the naked woman in the middle of the road, Gem was in awe, such a majestic creature, she wanted to reach out and run her hands through its fur. But, sadly neither was the time nor the place. If she was growing fur from scratch every time, it must be like brand new fur, soft, silky and clean without fail. Would probably save her a fortune in shampoo. When she turned back did she simply shed it? Did it recoil and re-absorb? If so that would mean there was some mass conversion in play, or she could only transform a set number of times in a given day due to needing to regain that lost mass. There were so many questions that gem needed to be answered immediately, though neither was the time nor the place, so when the lupine creature began sniffing at the ground and pointing in a direction to head, G3 would continue after

It wasn't too long before they would end up turning abruptly, from a street down a small knookturn alley down the side way, the flow of the water must have dragged their scent, but as a rule of thumb, chasing the flow upstream was always the course of action, at least that's what G3 would learn, a handy hint for next time. If only she had scent receptors. It took moments to be on the group that coveted their prey again, drawing blasters aghast at the sight of the far larger than normal wolf as G3 would, without hesitation, storm their positions. Attempting to draw fire from the wolf and hope to distract them long enough that the wolf may be able to do something during the interim. Bursting forward, G3 would bound from left to right, calculating the angles of their pistols and moving explosively moments before they had an angle on her, avoiding the mental lasers as they would attempt to hone in on her. Shots would ring aloud as the firefight would begin. However, they were crowded in to a slim alley, there wasn't much room to dodge or evade... soon a blast would hit home~
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Aadya had been all too aware of the eyes that watched the shift. A shift that was intimate, but at the same time a spectacle that spoke of power and ferocity. It spoke of the animal that lingered deep within every sentient being; a beast that rage beneath the surface to transform into a being greater than themselves. However, only a few select beings could actually undergo the physical shift. Other beings had to reflect such a change with their actions and how they conducted themselves. The Sith and Jedi were prime examples of such. One beast wanted to destroy and see the world burn under its conquering hand. While the other, a more peaceful creature; sought peace with its ways of peaceful communication and meditative insight. Peace, that was truly never an option. At least, that was how Aadya saw it, for every sentient being had such a thing as ego and ego was the poison that poisoned the well within an individual.

A belief that the brown wolf carried within while pale blue eyes watched the cyborg draw the fire of the two maniacs. The alleyway was small and it just wasn’t big enough for everyone to comfortably move within. Someone was bound to get shot, whether it was her or the cyborg, she didn’t know because she also had other factors to think about. Like the fact that being in her wolf form presented another issue altogether. An issue that spoke of a more natural and basic instinct that came with the feral form of a wolf. The fight or flight response. The kill or be killed instinct and while Aadya didn’t go out of her way to avoid killing, she also didn’t kill unless she had to. It was how she normally operated and while some might accuse her of being a Jedi, the wolf didn’t think she was Jedi or Sith. Just a woman who wanted to enjoy life to the fullest.

That enjoyment, however, was being placed on hold as rounds of blaster fire was fired towards G3 and the wolf had to do something. Cyborgs were not invincible and it was her new found companion or them. It was a no brainer really and with that thought in mind, Aadya lurched forward while drawing upon the unnatural speed that her lupine genetics gifted her with. A speed that turned the wolf into a brown blur as she lurched forwards into a sprint. Paws thudded upon the pavement and the water splashed upwards with the force that the paws were brought down with, but even with her speed the wolf couldn’t dodge every bullet. This she knew as her large form pushed passed the cyborg and into the line of fire as she smelled her victim’s fear permeate the air. A scent that not even the rain could wash away.

Yet, not even Lady Luck could help the brown wolf as she neared the trio who held their target within their grasp. A plasma bullet found its way into her front left leg and she yelped with the pain, but the pain was forgotten as the animal saw a blinding rage. A rage that only a beasts could understand as it was dangerous to corner a wild animal; dangerous still if a wounded beast sought to defend itself and those close to it. The wolf lunged forward so then savage jaws could wrap and sink into the wrist that held a plasma gun. Screams of pain echoed in her ear and reverberated within her brain, but the animal had taken root and the morality of the situation was lost on the wolf.

When the plasma gun clattered to the ground, Aadya turned to go for the throat of her current victim, but the third man, the one who held only a broken bottle; swung at the threatening beast. The glass sliced into the side of the wolf’s face, causing it to let go of her current victim and turn upon the one who dared to go up against a feral beast. A beast, who had just tasted blood​

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The moment the wolf began to charge, everything fell dynamically into place. The siege began as the wolf would charge out from behind cover, running down the alley in visceral leaps and bounds, covering meters with a preternatural speed afforded to the lupine colossus which few could hope to manage. G3 could almost believe that she would be able to bound houses with single bounds as a creature like that, an almost arcane element to her agility. Fighting off restrained, G3 was not about to allow her ally to engage in combat alone, following in her shadow with a repulsar-lift burst was the only means to which she was able to barely keep pace as she steadily continued to pull away.

The run was harrowing, blaster rounds cascading over head with eagles cries threatening to swoop them away into a land of eternal nod with a direct hit. G3 would weave, as the red lasers lit up the darkness with a blood-like glow. The light bathed G3 in the idea of her mortality, defiant against her violet glowing eyes which pierced the veil, a statement of resilience or perhaps the fact that she was no longer human, no longer mortal, her very being denied the traditional need for fear, caution or pretense. The Alley was many things, dingy, dank, dirty and dilapidated, but more crucially than the street which had opened up to the dark midway, was the fact that it was dry.

As contact was made, jaws sank into the hands of one of the three men his cry abruptly halting the sound of blaster fire in an instant while his ally would bring down a broken bottle for the side of her neck, only to shatter, a barbed cord fired from G3's hand slamming into the side of the bottle, causing only several smaller shards to penetrate the wolve's skin as G3 would take to the fray. Following up and keeping low G3 would shift gears to semi-lethal force. Reaching out a pale blue hand for the man's neck which he would skip back in order to avoid, drawing a vibro-knife and swinging for G3's chest with the implement. Stupid...

G3 would step into the blow, grabbing the knife and delivering her electrical current through the man, in the moment he would be stunned she would touch the side of his neck to create an electrical circuit. There was a flash, and the man's expression fell blanc, being thrown to the ground in an unconscious burned heap as the smell of cooked meat would fill the alley, enough to attract some local street wildlife leering down for a taste.

G3 would look back to the scene and reveal its true carnage, seeing the maw of the creature before her covered in blood and the throat of the man punctured and gaping. Bacta wasn't going to fix that, he was done for. G3 would plainly take the blaster pistol from one of their hands and put two shots into the man's chest with little more than a cold expression on her face. It was a mercy Gem had declared necessary as they now sought to move in on the thief.

"Hand over what you stole," G3 would declare, holding out a hand as she would begin to move closer, the occasional curling serpent of electricity weaving across her hand and between her fingers. Lingering power lightning up her face in pale shades of white as negotiations would begin, strained as though they were. However, as Gem would wrestle control free from her AI companion once again, the Lupine beside her would likely see G3's form shrink a little, no longer tense and combat ready, dropping an inch or three as posture alone became far less perfect and rigid. Like she exhaled and with it, deflated almost. Facial micro expressions would begin to re-occur, her eyes no longer unwavering as they ticked searching a scene rather than holding mechanically in place moving to focus on her.

"Are you ok? You took a couple of hits there..." she would fret, her voice calm but concerned, even her tone seemed far less perfect now, pitchy, shaky and speckled with humanities penchant for bad habits. If it wasn't evident before, it would be evident now the separation between the AI and the creature whom it aided.

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Glass bit into the side of her face and traveled down the side of her neck. At best it was just a graze, but it was enough to break the skin. The pain of the jagged edge barely registered with the animal as she closed her eyes and dropped her head so then any broken shards that shattered upon impact wouldn’t graze her eyes. The brown wolf shifted its weight as it leapt backwards just as G3 seemed to take over and cover the wounded wolf, but she wasn’t finished yet. Ears flickered back to press against her head as she shook it to shake loose the tiny shards of glass that had found a home within her thick coat. However, as they fell to the hard pavement underneath their feet and created a tinkling sound that blended into the soft pitter patter sounds of the roaring rain; a sound of sizzling echoed upon the walls that were close due to the small width of the alleyway.

Aadya ducked her head and the blaster bullet barely missed her ear, so she she lifted her pale blue eyes to glare at the last man standing. Slowly, she began to stalk, with a limp towards the man with her teeth bared for a threatening effect. The man looked at his two downed comrades and he realised that he was no match for a feral wolf and a cyborg, so he threw his weapon down and took off running. Pale blue eyes followed the man’s trajectory and she turned to see that her companion had wrestled the thief already, only to demand back that which had been stolen. Her tongue lashed over her muzzle as she tasted the copper upon it; there was just something so primal about killing someone with one’s own teeth, but she knew that she couldn’t stay in this form for long, as the brown wolf would lose her mind and turn rogue. There was a reason why she didn’t spend too much time in the form with a fur coat.

Large paws padded over to the thief and his eyes widened at the sight. With shaking hands, they fumbled through his pockets to pull out the items that were stolen. The man held out G3’s items and then produced a small pouch, but instead of handing it to the wolf, he threw it at her and she snarled at the thief who sprinted off down the darkened alley. It wasn’t as if the pouch had hit her at all, it just didn’t land anywhere near the wolf. For now though, she left the pouch where it was, no one was going to dare to try to take it with a large brown wolf and a cyborg there. Not to mention the dead body at their feet paired with an unconscious one. Only an idiot would be daft enough to even try and so she lifted her eyesight just in time to see G3’s own transformation.

It wasn’t obvious like Aadya’s was, but the keen eye of the hunter could visibly see the shrinking of the stature; almost as if it was a droid standing down after a gun fight was over. What was interesting to her, was the difference in voice. It wasn’t stable like it had been before and the wolf angled her head slightly; confused for a brief moment, but she didn’t focus upon it for long. Was she ok? She slowly nodded her head as she limped over towards the pouch and moved to sit back upon her hind legs.

Now all she had to do was wrestle the wolf for control. It was an inner wrestle. The human had to dominate the wolf, a wolf whose ferocious nature wanted to kill without mercy. A wolf who believed that its counterpart was weak for not killing its opponents, but the human didn’t see it that way. The human saw not only the negatives, but the positives. She saw the changes that one could make when given half a chance to thrive towards the better good. Killing was reserved for the battlefield, not the city limits and this was a city. A city where the wolf didn’t belong.

After what seemed like five minutes, the quiet statue of a wolf began to shift. Her skin began to shift all over again, as her tail shrunk and disappeared, while her bones seemed to break and reform all over again. The wolf’s glossy coat ruffled and looked as if it retreated back under the woman’s skin, skin which also changed from black to tanned white. Aadya’s snout shrunk also, but the blood remained. It covered half of her face and chest. Some of it her victim’s blood, while the other half was her own. Pain shot up her left arm as she remembered being shot and she winced, which only caused more pain along the left side of her face and down her throat. Open wounds pulled at the unblemished skin and she sighed as she rose up onto two legs. ”I’m fine,” She said as she only just remembered the pouch and moved to pick it up with her right hand while favouring her left. ”I should probably go to medical soon, but I’ll live for now.”

A smirk curved her lips to hide the pain that she felt, as she crossed over towards the cyborg and held out her hands for her belongings. ”Are you ok though? You seem to Have changed gears or something. Did you lose some of your programming in the tussle?” Aadya questioned as she angled her head to the side to appraise the other. ”I can't say that I know how to fix you, but I’ve heard of a used droid Jawa who tinkers with technology. Although you may be better off going to Locke and Key. They seem to have great advances in technology. I can take you there on my way to Naboo if you like.”

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The last of them retreated, and the world fell silent as the grave, save for the heavy breathing of the wolf and the winding down of the Cyborg's combat processor, Gem was happy that things had ended, and when the wolf patted the thief down to reveal the stolen goods and handed them out, Gem would happily outstretch a hand, thanking the creature a little nervously as the blood had washed over the digital paper of the parking permit to her ship as well as some of her other belongings. Gem looked to her body and the damage that had been done, running another diagnostic and realizing that it was probably nothing she wasn't able to fox herself. She had more than enough armour repair kits on her F-22, but she was probably going to have to dig into more than one of them to repair the damage that had been done. Fighting 12 men with blaster pistols wasn't generally a hard day for her, but the rain and being in close proximity to another person, while being told not to engage with lethal force certainly hamstrung some of her more usual tactics.
Gem would look to the lupine as she went through her metamorphasis in reverse, mass altering morphing and convulsing as cracks and pains shot through her body. Bleeding freely from a couple of wounds, Gem couldn't help but think that, this is why she wore armour. Blasters were dangerous as both an armour piercing weapon as well as an anti biological weapon if they were to land a direct hit. However, she declared after the inquest to her health that she would be fine, which put Gem a little less on edge, though her scanners could see that she was bleeding pretty badly in general, and she doubted the transformation and the high heart rate would help much with slowing it down.
"I, uhh. No I'm fine, I'm just getting used to the body and all the configurations so I, uh have an AI assistant installed in the rig which helps until i can kindof redevelop my muscle memory. She has a long drawn out designation, but I call it G-3, I'm Gem. Also, maybe next time if you can't wear armour plating because of you know..." Gem would make a clawing motion with both of her hands at the air in front of her, along with an almost comical 'rar' sound. "A personal shield, a ray shield even, would go a long way, take a couple of hits even if you're in wolf form. You'd just have to wear something that protects you from the radiation profile. But there are quite a few on the market these days. " Gem would finish, feeling a little awkward about the suggestion, but hoping that it would be taken well as she would look down at the permit.
The two of them had been through a fair bit of action today, this wasn't how she had expected her first evening on the world to go. Yet, she couldn't really see it being any other way either, getting in trouble, meeting people. That seemed to be Gem's MO these days, perhaps it was the violet tinted glasses she saw the world through now being a creature that was primed for combat at a moment's notice, or maybe it was a reticent feeling from a past life taking hold yet again, bleeding through her personality and sabotaging her from the other side of histories' veil. There was no way to really tell, however, Gem did kind of owe this stranger for at least the heads up which led to the capture of this thief. First, however, she would contact the authorities wirelessly, sending them a message that included a report on what had occurred and all the evidence they would need to put away the street thugs they were dealing with... that way at least the two of them wouldn't be criminals.
"S-so, how should i thank you? You did basically save my ship in a roundabout way. I could get you a drink... seems like you've already, ah, eaten..." Gem would let out a strained laugh, testing the joke in the air. This woman seemed to be of a rather serious sort, but for now it seemed like the struggle was over, it was time to move on to greener pastures.
 
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The idea of blood loss was indeed incredibly possible, in fact the woman had made a mental note as she quickly dressed in the clothes that had been returned to her. With every movement made, the lupine had to withhold a wince or the occasional want to grunt in pain. Before she put her shirt on, she tore off the bottom and set about making bandages out of the material, while the top half served to still act as clothing; at least for the top half. The woman had been silent as the other talk, except for the occasional raised brow or chuckle. ”I can't say that I understand any of that AI talk. It might as well be in a language that I don’t understand. Well,” Her lips curved into a slight smile as she chuckled and ripped up more of the material only to withhold yet another wince of pain. ”It is in a different language. Splicer language.” Aadya said as she set about bandaging her arm with the makeshift bandages.

Deft fingers quickly wrapped up the bleeding wound and she gripped one end with the fingers of her right hand, while the other was firmly gripped between teeth, only to be pulled tight. Once the bandage was snug around her arm and she had finished tying it off, pale blue eyes shifted to her companion. ”I don’t like armour and there are many reasons for it. Mostly because I like the thrill that one bullet can and will, one day, kill me.” At those words, a crazy smirk curved her lips as she winked at the cyborg and with slow movements pulled her holster on over her shoulders. ”One could say that I’m crazy and that is their opinion.” She said as she rose up and reattached the pouch that had been stolen upon her belt. ”For all you know, I am, as everyone else only cares about the future and the length of time they get to live it.” Aadya paused as she lifted her chin and looked up towards the cloudy sky above them. The rain continued to beat down upon them, but she didn’t mind as she felt its stinging presence upon the wound of her face and felt the pain that reminded her that the wound was still there.

”I wonder, if I was immortal, would I grow bored with life because I lived it safely behind tall walls and armour that could withstand the thrill of danger? Would I still care to enjoy or treasure life’s simple pleasures if I had an immeasurable amount of time to experience it? Would life continue to matter if it bore no weight for me anymore?” Slowly she angled her head towards Gem as she smirked. ”Immortality or the safe guarantee of a long life, doesn’t interest me. What does interest me,” Aadya said but paused as her right hand moved to open the pouch that had previously been stolen and removed a simple wrapped piece of candy. ”Is the thrill of danger that there is no armour standing between me and death.” The lupine said with a wink as she unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth.

It was like heaven in her mouth, as the sugary taste of candy exploded across her tongue and coated her taste buds in something other than the taste of coppery blood. It even held the aftertaste of strawberries and a low hum rumbled from the brown haired woman. Ah yes, now that her candy had been recovered, she was once more feeling like herself. ”I tell you what,” Aadya said as she turned upon her heels towards the cyborg and felt the world shift on a slight axis. A hand shot out to steady herself upon the wall of the alley and was reminded that she was still bleeding and that the rain didn’t exactly help the open wound that travelled along her face and neck, stop bleeding. ”Once I manage to get these wounds seen to by a qualified doctor, I’ll buy you three rounds of shots and a meal. These hooligans were partly my fault, as I did rob them beforehand and I did ask you not to kill them. Plus they may have been in a more… agreeable mood if they hadn’t lost.” The woman paused as she nodded her head in the direction that the thief had ran off in. ”The thief… Well that was just an unlucky accident, but still. Shots on me.” She said as she then moved off to pat Gem on the arm on her way past to go see a doctor.
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