Adrift Among Worlds (Mai & Wi-Fi)

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

Athena felt tension in her body as she noticed the change in atmosphere around Ashara and her tone with her. It wasn’t the jesting leader anymore that she had seen joking around with Kami during the training hours, but as if she was an Alpha being challenged by a contender outside of her pack. It was uneasy, at least more than usual, knowing losing meant death. But that was always the case for her to the point that it was conditioned into her mindset. If fangs were flashed at her then she would bare her’s and show her killing intent as well. This wasn’t her first fight, her first fight was truly life or death. A knife pointed at her with no one to save her, she was the one who decided whether she lived or not. There was no fright nor flight in her body. Nothing but fight ran through her mind now.

Behind that guard and those knuckles, her gaze changed as well. No shine or glisten in them from before. Instead, the gaze was like the stormy waters out in the midst of the ocean that revealed only the depths beneath the dark blue surface. Whatever intimidation tactics were being used would succumb to the blue and be submerged underneath to be drowned out. All noises beyond Blue and Nanira’s voices would be lost as now Athena could only think of one thing; survival. She wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Much like the sea, there were predators in those eyes just waiting to snatch up a victim. She wasn’t looking to win, she was looking to live.

Nanira felt a little excited to see where all this practice would lead to results wise. It was just like the beginning of Athena’s counterattack back on the Spreta. Her heart was pounding from the thrill to see this girl achieve and succeed. A human being, the underdog of all alien species, taking on a Ytal commander. If anybody’s bits were in, Nanira’s were ready for the fight as her tail slammed into the sand like any other rallying Melvarian. “Come on, Blondie Mah’lah!” She called out to get them riled up, “We didn’t train for a staring contest! Get going or else you’ll be training with me on your back!”

El looked at Nanira with a bit of startled confusion before agitation realizing why Athena’s recovery process had so many intervals of regression. “Osereith, You two have been training even after we warned her not to!?” She yelled as her scarred tissue turned jet black. The air around her grew thinner for a second or two before she got a hold of herself realizing there were comrades all around her. She had no idea how that would effect the human’s injuries if they weren’t properly healed. All she could do was bury her face knowing how things would more than likely turn out now. "Do you ever listen, Gale?"

She engaged with her lead leg to shorten the distance between the two before going for a full force kick that drove into Ashara’s right shin. The pivoting point of that front foot gave her the right amount of momentum to leave a thundering thump against the Ytal’s leg. But the human was well aware, that she could easily brush that off. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” She retorted back at Ashara and Nanira's comments after the first move before following up with a flurry of jabs to get her leader going and moving around. The excitement was starting to kick in now. The creature hiding in those murky waters was like that of a megalodon ready to breach.




☾ Location ::Marama Karon (Lunar Beach)
☪ Feeling :: Thrilled
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Beach Get-up (Black Soft shorts over her bottoms)

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MaiSnowStar

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MaiSnowStar

 

[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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The whole time that El was having her reaction to finding out about the training, the doctor remained calm as she jotted down some notes on her holo until she noticed the shift in atmosphere around them. Once El calmed herself down, she stretched out an arm to touch her comrades arm to let her know it was time to sit down and relax like they were originally supposed to do. "We are here for a respite. If they wish to aggravate injuries or expunge any treatment we have provided them than it is their fault." With that she removed her hand and continued to jot down notes on a few of their reactions and on some ideas she had for countering these moments while occasionally glancing at El to make sure she was alright.

Despite the sudden movements of Athena, Ashara remained in the same position ready to analyze every action and reaction her body had. On the first strike, the commander took the blow with ease her leg remained steadfast after years of training her legs. At the blow, her mind quickly calculated the amount of pressure and acceleration delivered from Bandit's leg to her own to her own body rather than focusing on her technique alone. This time, she wanted to understand the power that she held after healing up and hen training during the healing process. She knew she wanted to see how much force was actually used, but she knew it had to be above 1500 pounds of force overall. However, she would not break her lethal focus until this training was over and if Bandit lived, she would let her know how well she was actually doing.

It wasn't until she heard the new recruit retorting back at her with a comment that the Banshee leader did not see fit for a fight in this situation. It was an action she found cocky and one that was only worsened by their last fight on the ship. With each blow, she made just enough of an adjustment or block of her arm to deflect and dodge Bandit's blows from this down position. When the timing was just right she quickly started parrying the jabs with a simplistic blocks against her forearms before finally taking advantage of a block to strike at Athena's thigh to force her to considering moving her leg back to protect it. "Wrong." Was all she let out as she looked at Athena meeting her with the same empty gaze that showed she wasn't impressed by her actions. Still she was not ready to end this fight after the human used such impressive force on her. Now she wanted things to get interesting for them as she used quick feet and her well trained agility to put a reasonable distance between them while rising to her feet. "Again."

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

El was still very annoyed, but Stitches' words and touch of her hand seemed to calm her down just a bit. Such a subtle touch went miles in making her heart pound and causing the Nebentian to blush under that stitching along her face. Though it was hard to see at the moment due to the darkening of flesh around that area as well. Rather than make it worse for her or the doctor, she pulled out a cigarette and her lighter before igniting it to help let off some stress. The most she could do is at least see the fruits of their labors when it came to mending Bandit's injuries and see what exactly she could do. It might get her a lecture or scorning from the Doctor later, but the chemist needed this after getting so heated or the visual stimulation of seeing the doctor in something besides her infirmary apparel.

Nanira remained keen on watching how things played out and seeing how Ashara reacted to certain hits. It didn't take long for her or the Ytalongan to see how lethal those kicks could be. Just from watching her run around during the battle on the Spreta she could tell how powerful those legs were on a couple of occasions. Compared to anyone else in the Banshees, Athena's kicks and leg strength was probably up there with Blue-haired Orthuk. If the blondie had military training, she would be astounding at kickboxing or savate. Sadly, the lack of technique was rendering them raw potential that could be sharpened the sooner they were taught. For now, Nanira could only teach her what she was taught by her father.

Athena usual brooding gaze did not waiver at how ineffective her handwork was. She knew it was wrong as she was so used to just swinging away and knocking out pirates with a wild slugfest. She acknowledged that this wouldn't work with Ashara when Nanira pointed it out back in their bunk. The commander would just observe her and easily block such clear movements that would ultimately leave the human open. Not only that, but rather than being frustrated with Ashara calling her errors, she was more bothered by how uncomfortable it was to work less on throwing powerful punches and instead firing moderate to lighter punches. Her bunkmate's suggestion to lighten her right hand did compensate by letting her punches fly with more accuracy. If not for Ashara's blocking, her punches would surely land on that sudden expressionless face of her's. For now she would just have to improvise a plan. First being getting in closer.

"Stop admiring and get in there!" Nanira called out trying to get her to think off the fly. "They're not going to stop for you on the battlefield!"

Athena's face flushed bright red at such an accusation before she engaged with her instep. "I'm not admiring." She grumbled under her breath as she got in closer to the Ytal to close that gap she made. Getting up close and personal, she really got to see how much bigger Ashara was compared to her. She was fit in the midsection that she could see her abdominal region flash in the rays of the sun above them. She even took in the blink second just how towering the commander was despite how close in height they appeared. It was like running into a gang fight between cartel fleets for the most part as she knew this could hurt if she wasn't prepared. That wouldn't stop her though.

With her chin down, core tight, and eyes focused on Ashara, she targeted the woman's torso with the same flurry of jabs only this time throwing in a mean left hook and a cross towards the end. She didn't plan for these to do much damage if they did connect with the body, but she did follow up with another mean kick to the same leg that she attacked before after that combination of punches. She knew her fists weren't going to be anything besides insects flying around her, but she still had to give this fighter reasons to be cautious when treading shallow waters. All the while her eyes stayed focused on what was where knowing Ashara's hits were just as fast. She noticed how quick those hands could fly during the weeks of training when somebody was that talented. How could she not stay attentive to her training in that case? Especially when she knew she would challenge her until she won.

☾ Location ::Marama Karon (Lunar Beach)
☪ Feeling :: Thrilled
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Beach Get-up (Black Soft shorts over her bottoms)

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MaiSnowStar

 

[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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This brief interlude in the fight gave the commander some time to stop and think about how to proceed with the battle. Even if she was being critical of her actions, she had to admit there was a lot of potential in this new recruit. It made her wonder how she would fair against a sizable opponent like Nanira or even Vice. Whats more is she began to scan over her body to try to see her focus and weaknesses were at after getting her recovery time. Those legs of hers caught her attention as she had used them in the previous fight and this one as her full driving force to deal the most efficient damage. Learning about an opponent like this made this more exciting for her as it had been quite some time since the commander fought someone she did not have prior intel on since first encountering this one's roommate. The only thing that seemed to snap her out of this though process was Nanira calling out to stop admiring and get back into the fight; even if she was not the one being told to do so.

Ashara returned to her stance and blocking of the flurry of jabs that she threw her way. It was obvious where she had gotten some technique advice from Nanira with each shift, but she wondered how much she had truly taught her. The Ytalogan side stepped into Athena to avoid the kick and in one swift motion took advantage of the shirt she was wearing by pulling her in closer before quickly twisting both their bodies around using Athena's for the follow through and slammed her to the ground. However, instead of holding her she quickly rolled off of her and looked poised to strike a final blow if Athena did not try to stop her.

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

By the time Blue had grasped onto her shirt, Athena had been well aware of what was to come. It was going to be much like Limbus where the commander had easily tossed her on her back and she would be staring up at the clouds above with Calypsia watching in disappointment. Even if she did resist, there was no way she would could overpower the strength in her leader. There was only one thing that Athena could realize as she was being thrown, Nanira watching with enthusiasm, and El groaning and covering her face knowing the amount of treatment she would need on her already injured back; Ashara outclassed her when it came to fighting. “Shite.” She thought mid flight from the toss. Though this time she was prepared recalling crashing a speeder during her time in the Nox cartel. Instead of bracing for the impact, she let her body go limp as her body crashed into the sand with a less than a painful thump. Still she could feel a majority of the force used in such technique.

“Make the best of what you got, Blondie!” Nanira called out to her knowing it was going to be hard to bounce back after a throw from Ashara’s.

“With what!?” Is all she could think while recovering as it was a hand-to-hand fight. That’s when she realized that Ashara did tell her to fight to survive. If that was the case then she had to adapt and put herself at the advantage. There was no outclassing someone so skilled or muscling Ashara. She had to consider her blows to her legs and whatever else to wear her down. She may have been strong, but she could only take so much. With a hand clutching into the sand, she found new willpower to keep at it and turn the tables for her. Banshees apparently weren’t good girls after all captain. The ocean breeze was picking up as she watched those bangs of her captain drift and fly about. Now was better than never.

“Hey, Blue. You nearly made me forget that I’m a pirate before a soldier.” She explained as she tossed up a handful of sand at the commander before springing up for the next bout. With the miniature sandstorm still stirring in the Ytal’s direction, she made her move again as she focused her next set of attacks on her upper body region. Jabs and strikes were the main attacks she threw at her commander’s arms and core as best as she could. She wanted to tire her out a little more before she attempted any kind of finishing blow. “Aquatorians know that without foundation a house will crumble from the tides. No turbine and a ship will cease to move is what I learned as a helmsman.” Her core aided in her hooks and straight combos as she threw power at those defined biceps and shoulders of the blu-haired woman. While she was an avid fan of kickboxing, she had to know a little about having a slugfest when on deck with thugs who had an issue with her. She wanted Ashara to know as well that she had hammers in those fists of her’s as well. Hit something over nothing as Nanira had told her as they will always feel something. She just needed her to give her the call now.

The Melvarian felt excitement to watch so much fun as her tail slapped the ground lifting up some sand as well. A dark move for a fighter, but they weren’t saints to the practices of proper battles. With the wind just now, it was perfect timing as it allowed for it to hang around Ashara for a little longer than expected as it spiraled around her the second it had left Athena’s grasp. “Tactics as well I see. Just like your plan for Nat’s attack.” She muttered to herself before hitting the fifteen second mark in her head. “Athena! Fall back!” El glanced over at the Melvarian with a bit of tension in her demeanor as well. While she didn’t want to admit anything, she was looking hopeful for Athena as well yet still needed to hold back while still so close to Stitches.

Hearing Nanira’s callout and still noticing the sand still falling, she knew she had time. Athena took a preparations bounce to get a feel for the technique only to follow with a good plant of the left foot. She then brought her right leg up and with quick spin turned it into a roundhouse heel drive heading straight for Ashara’s stomach that way she could retreat while getting a heavy hit in. The sound of it cutting through air gave a very audible “whoosh” leaving Athena with a satisfied feeling as it felt good through the motion. In fact, it felt a lot easier body wise too. Had being with the Banshees for this bit of time to improve her moves this much?

☾ Location ::Marama Karon (Lunar Beach)
☪ Feeling :: Thrilled
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Beach Get-up (Black Soft shorts over her bottoms)

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MaiSnowStar

 

[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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The commander remained poised to strike her down if she did not pull something out. Despite having noticed that she had been improving from training with Nanira she found no real signs that Athena could continue truly as a Banshee. She wanted to see where that fight to survive was at back on Limbus from her running away, fighting back, and before ultimately opening fire on the Banshee soon after being patched up.

Still Ashara knew she had made the right decision in bringing her in; especially as Athena called out to her. Despite listening to her words, the commander analyzed what she might end up doing next from her position from her stance to the grip of sand in her hand. Still she was ready to see just how she would bring it all together to save her life after stating her ideals and the ones she developed from her people.

The Ytalogan felt ecstatic as she watched her toss the sand at her before continuing her onslaught of attacks to save her life. Each blow impressed her as her tactics changed and the attacks landed on tightened muscles or shielded by an arm. Now that she was showing a desire to live and really fight dirty like you had to do sometimes she kept from attacking her. In the force of the blows she shifted her body ready to take what she was sure to be the final blow from Athena to stop her from killing her. This shift moved her chest into view for a moment as her clothing malfunctioned a bit.

Still she continued to catch the final sweep of her leg with both of her hands and the dryness of some sand in her eyes. It wasn't horrible, but she had a huge smile on her face after seeing that series of strikes and that final attempt. "Way to go, Bandit. I can trust that you're going to fight for your life, yeah. Truly you have earned that nickname within our ranks." She stated proudly while her hair faded back to it's usual shade

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

There were plenty of impressed Banshees surrounding the sparring pair. Athena had won approval from most after her help on the Spreta from the Cygnian ambush, but to put up such a fight with Ashara was just as impressive considering the only other person to do that was the rookie before her. They wanted to cheer her on and give her some applause until they noticed their commander’s little mishap which invoked nothing but laughs and whistling for putting on such a show. As always, Blue was always goofing off somehow.

El threw a hand over her eyes and let out a sigh of shame that indecency wasn’t a word in Ashara’s vocabulary. This was the same woman who recruited her for her chemical knowledge and her ongoing medicinal studies? Not only that, but it was just as odd that Felicia, of all people, would put up with Ashara’s erratic behavior. She was certainly not one to put up for recklessness and yet here the Xerlexian was with this unique chemistry of women. She was grateful since otherwise the Nebentian would more than likely be dead from her accident. She could only cross her remaining arm and shroud her thoughts as she found little relief that her test subject was putting up a fight still. She would have to continue giving Athena small dosages but increase the intake little by little as time moved on. Just enough that the head medic wouldn’t notice. She could only thank the sands in the void that she had cigarettes and cigars for these kinds of situations.

Gale was disgusted as always that such a moronic Ytal was a skilled fighter yet carefree fool when bits slipped out of places. Athena had put up a good fight, but this was the same Ashara she had to put up when she was first enrolled to the Banshees. Landing hits on this form of her would be a miracle if anything. Athena certainly put up her fair share and proved her worth though the captain and vice captain. “What is with her when her hair gets like that, huh?” She asked with a smirk and scowl wishing they had just got one solid strike on her, “That side of her is just as annoying as fighting her usual self. Had it been anybody else, Blondie would’ve had them off their feet. . . Damn.” A win would have been better than a draw. Especially against a commander full of herself.

While everybody else was reacting and talking about the rookie, there were a lot more worries for the young woman who felt a little too close for comfort with her Commander at the moment. Had no one else realized the malfunction or were they just so use to it? Either way, Athena was not prepared to be so close to a woman in such a way. All that fight in her was shrouded by the embarrassment with the Ytal’s chest so close to touching her leg. Her smiling and her praising made it all the more awkward for the teen as she wanted her to pay attention to their personal space and how it wasn’t okay. She wanted to at least stop staring at her while she held onto the former pirate’s foot. “S-stop smiling like that, pervert.” She warned her with a blush and a nervous scowl. The commander was so stupid and that smile of her’s was even worse the way it was just so approaching and friendly for a sparring match. Such a bubbly gaze was bizarre for her as being a member of Nox usually brought frights and grimaces. This made her torso feel strange from her chest tight and her stomach light. She wanted it to go away before she died of humility. "L-let go. . ." Why was she all of a sudden feeling so bashful?

The only action her body could think of is to keep the fight up while in such a compromised position. Using her foot held in Ashara’s hands as a pivot she quickly brought her other leg spinning up in a flying roundhouse kick straight for her sparring partner’s head. The young Athena was not even considering the fight, but rather how naive and shy she felt to another woman's body being revealed to her. She wished to hide from her embarrassment of seeing another woman in such a way, especially when in ways that made her confused to see such a toned body of someone she was sure found irritating. She hadn’t even seen Nanira in such a way yet which seemed much better than her rival. “Couvrez-vous, Conassei!” Was all she screamed as she turned her face away in shame which only torqued the amount of velocity in the spin.


☾ Location ::Marama Karon (Lunar Beach)
☪ Feeling :: Sheepish, Butterflies in stomach
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Beach Get-up (Black Soft shorts over her bottoms)

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MaiSnowStar

 

[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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After living with Ashara and Kami for so many years of their lives, Stitches had become accustomed to wardrobe malfunctions from the Ytalogan. As everyone else commented or covered up her eyes, she returned to her work on her holo-pad only looking up to scan over the two fighters to see what damage had been done to them. She already knew at some point she would have both of them in her infirmary before this vacation was over. "Why must everyone act as if this is not a prevalent state for Blue? Stitches added before jotting down a few more notes determining what needed to be done to further heal Athena's body now that it had been aggravated by combat.

Kami sighed with almost the same expression as Stitches' realizing full well this was a constant state for her best friend whenever she was not wearing her combat clothing. She could even recall the several times she walked in on Ashara training on a practice dummy or doing hanging crunches while in her undergarments or full birthday suit. Even still she did get to know the commander on a more personal level than others so it made sense that she no longer had a reaction to her body beyond a sigh for everyone else. She refocused when Nanira asked a question about Ashara's shift in hair color. Honestly despite having known her for so long the human had never quite learned why exactly Ashara was able to do that and why it mattered to her combat techniques. "It just has to do with her abilities I guess. Nothing about it has really been explained by her and she rarely uses it. She crossed her arms and looked off in the distance trying to remember all the times she did them. "Honestly I'm surprised she even used it in this instance. She really must see something in Bandit. I don't even think she's even used it on y-" The second in command trailed off realizing if Ashara hadn't used it on Nanira then surely she would try to provoke her to perform this feat.

Ashara was getting ready to let Athena go when she noticed the blush and nervous expression Athena had on her face. For a split second she found herself seeing it as rather cute of her to be embarrassed after putting up a fight like that kinda like she did back when they first met. It wasn't until she mentioned her being a pervert and her tension she felt building up in her leg that she realized the human was not wanting to be held onto her any longer. While not realizing she was still exposed, the Ytal quickly released her leg with one arm and held it up as bad as she could to take the brunt of the hit while she tensed her body up to keep shifting and harming herself. Once blocked she rolled back away from Athena should she try to strike again in her embarrassment. It wasn't until she felt bare flesh against flesh followed by a soft tingling sensation did she realize she had a clothing malfunction. "Bandit, relax. It's just bits!" She stated while fixing her clothes wondering why after all this time with the Banshees she was still so embarrassed about this.

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

El glanced over at Stitches stunned to her question wondering just how much their commander had rubbed off on her way of thinking. “Perhaps it’s the fact that it’s not an equally prevalent state for those who are outside of the Banshee division’s normality, Felicia. I’m sure Xerlexians would have a reaction equivalent to our’s if you were bare with genitalia’s exposed out in public.” The Nebentian assistant took a long drag in humor of the thought. “Of course, I wouldn’t exactly complain. . .wait!” She glanced over with a bit of blush knowing that thought was easily readable. “Please disregard that thought.”

“She’s not the only one holding ba-“ Nanira started to retort before catching the miracle that was Athena catching the commander off guard with such an unorthodox kick in such a bizarre position. The best part of it was just that contact and the sound of that kick hitting Ashara. She had a big ecstatic grin on her face as she looked over at the second in command as she couldn’t hold it back. “Ha! My bestie really laid one on your’s now, didn’t she!?” She teased as she gave a good solid smack on Kami’s arse with her tail. All that energy came back to her as she let out a content growl while watching in admiration for Athena while other Banshees hollered how impressed they were. She was really one of a kind. “Hey Princess! She really got you good there didn’t you!? That’s what you get for letting those blueberries of your’s to flap out all over the place!”

Meanwhile on the far side near the bungalows, Cerci had just returned with Triscella from their little escapade to witness that strike as well from the new recruit while straightening out her dress under an umbrella. “Dai tessitori. . .that’s the first time a Banshee has ever landed on Blue.” She states as she had stopped putting herself together as pieces of her hair were still out of place. Just how much did she miss while she had been off with her new temptress of an acquaintance as she peeked over realizing her first time ever with a woman. She had one of her appendages move a bang that was out of place for the Siren feeling a bit bizarre, but refreshed after their experience. There was a moment where she realized what she had done to which she had never done to anybody she had ever slept with whether dead or alive. “Why did I just do that?”

The stunned Athena quickly got back to her feet as she couldn’t get the image of the commander so close to her in a way like so. She felt her heart pounding away as if pumping all that blood flush red directly to her face. “Just bits, my arse! Nobody else’s are out!” She exclaimed trying to hide her face away from Ashara. “Have some decency, will you!? E-especially in the middle of me fighting you!” She now found her eyes immediately just drawn to looking down at her cleavage now as the woman adjusted in front of her. Not only that, but she was noticing more of the muscle on her now because of it. How can one person have so much? She must’ve literally done nothing but worked out and fought if she had the time to look like so.

But clearly all that muscle had absorbed every bit of her brain to stand their naively with her chest out and look at Athena so innocently. Just what kind of idiot was she taking orders from? She thought back to when the blue-haired Ytalongan slapped her arse so nonchalantly once she was recruited. She was angry and annoyed, but somewhat humored by how absurd it was too. She was complimented for her fighting skills and not getting threatened or told to watch her back from now on because she won a fight. She wasn’t going to wake up with a black eye or a headache from being ambushed by her own crew. This leader was a lot goofier than her previous one who threw half empty bottles of booze at her or called shooting bullets at her while he was drunk “just a game.” She knew what she was dealing with as she chuckled to herself with a blushing smirk. “Crétin perverti. . .” She said under her breath as she glanced up at her where she sat, “Sorry, I was still in fighting mode since you said we were fighting to kill. You letting your. . .”bits” out made me think you were one of those species who could shoot something out of them or hit somebody with them.” The Banshees making the inner circle of the ring let out a laugh at such a joke but could definitely imagine somebody like that existing amongst their squad, Ashara being at the top of such a list. “How can I trust my commander if she’s going to make moves like that, huh? Feels like you should just be naked around us all the time so we know what you know like if the carpets match the drapes when you light up like you did.”


☾ Location ::Marama Karon (Lunar Beach)
☪ Feeling :: Bashful, but playful
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Beach Get-up (Black Soft shorts over her bottoms)

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MaiSnowStar

 

[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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The doctor's eyebrow raised as she heard her explanation followed by her own desire to see her exposed. She went to go and say something, but stopped when El had realized her thoughts were being read. Still she was not going to lie that wasn't interesting to hear from her counterpart. "Still they wind up acting like school girls whenever they see each other, but want to act like proficient lovers when they think no others are witnessing them in the act." She returned to her notes taking this opportunity to scan some of the other Banshees as they closed in on the other group.

Kami watched in wonder of such a sudden strong reaction from Athena only to be snapped out of it by the Melvarian's sudden excitement and smack. Her attention turned to address the pain in her rear when she spied Cerci standing off to the side with another being she had noticed was one of the cabana staff. "Guess she found her own way to relax." She sighed out before catching her fixing Triscella's hair almost unconsciously which only confused her further. Since when did Cerci ever so any care like that to anyone that wasn't herself?

The Siren remained by Cerci's side wondering what all the fuss was about with a being named Blue and how she had never been struck. They had talked some about her comrades, but nothing in detail as she had lessened her aromatic hold on the other being. This group made her more and more curious about who they were and where they had come from. She thought about who to go after next, until she felt the light brushing of claw against her face moving some troublesome strands of her hair. For a moment, she glanced at Cerci thinking her to be reacting like other marks that tried to respond to her with tender care, but something was different about this one. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as a faint memory of a younger being of her appearance doing the same action to someone that appeared like the last Siren that bore her. "Rather rowdy bunch are they not? These the ones you spoke of?" She inquired before lightly pecking Cerci's veiled cheek.

Ashara stood there smirking at how Athena's reactions changed so quickly and how she tried to make light of it all. The commander could appreciate such behavior from her amongst a group like them. It was some of the things she wanted to see when they came out here to relax and not take things too seriously for right now; even after a defeat. The joke at the end was one that gave her pause as she glanced around at the reactions from her Banshee members which ranged from indifference to laughter to embarrassed looks. It made her truly wonder why they all didn't feel comfortable seeing her like that and how much of an event it was for them. This would be something she was going to have to consider at length once they were done with their vacation. "Might be a good plan, yeah. But you've earned your place amongst our rankings. Gonna have to make it official when we're back on ship." With that she turned to Athena again with the same big smile and bright eyes as she extended a closed right fist at her while the others followed suit. "Giudice nessuno in base alla loro passato, per ora siamo tutti famiglia. Siamo tutti Banshees. Welcome, Bandit." She stated their Banshee creed with conviction and warmth that Athena could fully say she was a part of their family.

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

El regained her composure as she took another drag from her cigar glad that the doctor didn’t press her too much on the thought. Still she had to go through the Xerlexian’s usual tangents about the women and their behaviors. “You say that, but. . .most of our Banshees went pretty daring with their swimwear. Even the newest recruits are showing more skin than you. If there’s any schoolgirl here it would have to be you, Felicia.” She pointed out with a playful poke at the Head Medic’s chest. Even she eyed over Athena and Nanira in their revealing attire before back at Stitches and her tank top and shorts. Even the Nebentian tried something different with a bikini two piece and skirt. Though it was embarrassing considering her breast really stuck out in the top. While her Medical superior, wasn’t exactly top heavy it was always hard to take her eyes off her backside even now. That’s when she recalled the past few weeks of interaction between the doctor and her newest patient, Bandit. “Are. . .are you covering up because of Athena’s remarks about your . . .small chest?”

Athena looked around a little startled the way everyone gathered around her and chanting. “O-oh great, I joined a cult.” She said under her breath as Ashara welcomed her with the rest of the Banshees. She looked at all of their fists hovering over one another before glancing up at that smile that the general gave her with amity and cheer. While she was still mad at her for her outfit fiasco, it was hard to stay such when she had this purest expression of acceptance in those eyes. It felt genuine, but she was raised by the fakest of scoundrels and con-artists. It left her chest fluttering to have these women around her and welcoming her into their family like no one else ever had. Not even the Nox had truly welcomed her without knocking her unconscious and searing her flesh with their emblem. At least the Banshees had a friendly way of initiating and that was warning. She was just about ready to bring her fist in as well before she was completely blindsided by her Melvarian roommate until she was back into the sand. “Ugh!”

Nanira slapped her tail into the sand in repetition and delight while a storm of sand picked up around the other Banshees! “Athena, you actually nailed her! That Blue idiot didn’t even see that move coming!” She barked as she sat over top her little roommate in that tank top and bottom for Melvarian‘s like herself. She couldn’t explain the thrill and energy she had, but it was all for Athena. “She was all calm and acting cool, but looked like a loser when she saw that kick flying at her! Where’d you learn to do that!?”

Athena tried her best to brace the weight on her, but Nanira was a hulking woman with her muscle mass while her tail felt like a fallen tree on her. “I-it’s called ACE, Nani. . .A-aquatorian counter evasions.” She tried her best to explain with a wince while squirming under her. “We’re natural born swimmers and most preys and predators reside in the waters so we’re always in danger when we hunt in the waters thus . . .s-swift kicks are out best weapons. Twist and kick until they’re floating unconscious or dead before retreating back home.”

“That so?” The Melvarian chirped with a raised brow of interest at that piece of information. She then looked over at their commander with a smug grin as she found a new way to jab at her. “If that’s the case then Blondie gave you a handicap! She took it easy on you!” She pointed and laughed at the Ytal as her tail wagged and slapped up more sand that she got to see all of this with front row seats. She pretended to need a breather for a second before breaking out in laughter again just to rub it in her face. “You suck, Ashara!”

Cerci was in a daze as her simple action was welcomed with a grand one. It gave her a feeling much different than the sensation earlier between them. This one left her with nostalgia from a time before with another stranger just like this one who snuck her way into her life. While the intimate act separated the two moments, was then and now really any different? She nearly went to touch the cheek kissed only for the sound of Nanira to take her out of the moment. She could only let out an exhale of embarrassment that this was indeed her team. “Unfortunately. . .those are my fellow teammates I told you about. The Banshees. . .” She explained with a bit of shame in her metal voice while her head rested in her hand. If it was Ashara seeing her with this woman, she would rub it in her face and tease her nonstop even though the Ytal was always off doing the same thing. "I promise you, they're more elite than they look."

☾ Location ::Marama Karon (Lunar Beach)
☪ Feeling :: Bashful, but playful
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Beach Get-up (Black Soft shorts over her bottoms)

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[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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Stitches continued scan over them checking for any changes based on the serums she gave to all of them after the ambush. She and El had developed a healing boost to redevelop internal structures and strengthen them based on the damage they had taken. Her eyes did not look up from her holo-pad when El commented on her appearance yet again and what Athena had been teasing her about. "I cover up because I see no point in exposing myself to others that I have no interest in. Even more so when I am not planning to dive into water." She looked up at El looking certain of herself and her abilities. "Besides, if I chose to have a larger chest I simple would grow them. Stretching my body to match yours would not be a difficult task."

Kami walked over to Ashara wondering how annoying this was going to be with Nanira constantly talking about their commander taking a hit. She was sure Ashara and Nanira would go back to their secret challenges again to shut each other up. "We should probably get going. Knowing our superiors there will be a new mission for us to go on as soon as we are back on board." She whispered to her not wanting to kill the fun for everyone, but fully realized they were only given a certain period of time to do this and they had already reached the end.

Tris watched them all a little longer before turning to Cerci with an enchanting look as she typed in a number on a holo-device as it transmitted a number to Cerci's device. "I must be going, Cerci, but I'm sure you and I will meet again." She whispered in her ear before lightly caressing her cheek as she walked away. There was something about her that still deeply confused her. Had one of her past lives really interacted with this being before? Still the variety in the group of Cerci's did intrigue her more along with the name of their group. "Banshees, hmm."

The commander moved to say something when her second-in-command chimed in about their deadlines as she always did. She hated that she had a point, but it was getting to be that time anyway. "Excellent work, Bandit, yeah. Now everyone, we have to unfortunately get out of here. Training and missions await." She commanded with authority while Kami went around giving others orders on what to start loading up into the ship before heading off to finish paying for anything else they spent money on or any damages from the water howler. "Bandit, I wish to speak with you in private once we are back on ship."

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

El put on her best poker face as she felt a stabbing jab from both of Stitches’ remarks. Whether the doctor intended to or not offend her, it was not flattering as her crush may have thought to be considered large nor be considered of no interest in. Felicia always had the ability of making anything she said come off as rude and malicious. After months of working with her, Mercury would think she wouldn’t let harsh words bother her. But the head doctor always had that effect on her as the proximity around her was chilled once more with air thinning. Even as calm as she tried to come off, those darkened eyes as black as abyssal space gave off a hostile stare when all she wanted to say was that Felicia’s figure was nice despite Athena’s remarks. “I was just going to say that a figure like your’s has it’s own unique appeals in my opinion, but I see you have it all figured out. Looks like it’s all in that big head of your’s is all and places you can’t always see, Dr. Pentaghast.” She said bitterly as she grabbed Felicia’s shorts and bikini bottom by the waist band and hiked them up until they wedged in between the ivory white cheeks they revealed. With Ashara announcing their departure and no fun truly included, she was annoyed now entirely. “I’m going to go check on the newest batch of serums back at the lab.” With that she stormed off in a peeved manner as she boarded the Spreta and asking, or rather threatening with her abilities, two Banshees who felt the aura of death protruding from El to assist in getting the medical station packed up. The Nebentian was high on the list of Banshees that should not be agitated as casualties could be grand due to asphyxiation.

With the sound of their trip over, there were a large number of groans from the girls that surrounded Athena and Nanira. The human was kind of relieved as she wanted to work while her bunkmate had a good vacation as is getting to see Blue stunned. Vice was quick to pester Silk on her odd walk as well as where she wondered off to. The Araqnian refused to answer as word would probably reach her seniors who would harass her day in and day out about this alluring temptress that wouldn’t stray far from her mind. Though they all had to agree that it was nice to getaway from the casualties and killing for a day and have a few laughs. Duty called for those known as Banshees. The only thing on Athena’s mind is what she could have possibly done for Ashara to have wished to speak with her.

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After dinner and a power nap to get Nanira to rest, Bandit crept away from the Melvarian’s grasp so she could follow the request of her captain’s to discuss something. She roamed the corridors curious as to what it could have been about. Was she going to be reprimanded for insulting her superior officer? Maybe she was going to be questioned about Nanira and the water howler incident. The way that her and neatly counterpart had such a good friendship might bring a few questions to their leader about how exactly they became buddy-buddy so fast.

She strolled past the lab to see a brooding El alone running several samples on chemicals and writing notes with a heap of cigar ashes in an ash tray beside her. The head doctor wasn’t nearby surprisingly as the two were practically inseparable. The human pondered then if it was perhaps maybe about her recovery from their first encounter? She didn’t exactly get why she felt so refreshed as of lately, but her movements were a bit of a surprise to even herself. Maybe it was all the conditioning and strengthening their training regimen had to offer. Not only that, but Stitches was quick to inject her anytime she stepped foot inside the infirmary.

Next site was the armory, where she found Vice assembling some sort of weapon with several empty cartridges around her. Different kegs filled the corridor with a stench of powder that burned Athena’s nose and another she was very well familiar with being gunpowder. The giant sat there, mixing a purple powder with the lethal force into one shell before burying her hand into a pile of solar ether. Perhaps Ashara or Kami, knew about the Tempest Carbine missing from stock that she was going to go do practice target with while they were on the beach. She figured it had been too easy to just walk off with it even if she had disassembled it on her own.

Passing the training facility and the Spreta’s helm, she was there before Ashara’s quarters still wondering what this could possibly be all about. Weeks here and it felt like she had fallen in line with the other troops if she didn’t include her own challenges to take on the captain. If it was like the Nox Cartel then it meant hazing and abuse about her attitude and knowing her place as a slave turned pirate. Captain Kanzema had bashed her into tables all the while berating her with booze on his breath and First Mate Lazwin looking smug as can be that she was getting what she deserved for growing so confident. Perhaps she was getting the blame pinned of her for Nanira’s outburst or scorned for the humility of landing a blow on Ashara. It made the most sense so perhaps that was it. Could it be that soldiers weren’t supposed to stand out and she had to be punished for it? Ashara didn’t seem like the type, but she could never tell with this world she lived in and her captain was an anomaly beyond anomalies. One second she was dead serious and trying to beat Calypsia’s grace out of her and the next she was smiling at her with a wardrobe malfunction going on. She wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about that especially if she was going to have a one-on-one discussion with her tonight. Guess all she could do now was gamble the odds that something good would come of this talk. “Commander?” She called out as she knocked on Blue’s door, “It’s Athena-I mean, Bandit. You-ugh wanted to discuss something, Sir? Ma’am?”


☾ Location ::Spreta (Adrift)
☪ Feeling :: Anxious
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Banshee top, black pair of joggers, and tabis.

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[MaiSnowStar]

Ashara Vaadishk

There's a fine line between...

love and...

hate...

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Back on the ship, the doctor had been doing her usual room rounds to check for the effects of serums on still injured Banshees and others meant to develop the strength of others. She had been thinking back to El's reaction that she did not understand. When had the Nebentian become so sensitive about her chest or when the Xerlexian had compared her ability to increase her own chest to match. Last she recalled that was something El had thought would be ideal when the thought crossed her mind before. Heck she wondered why she went ahead with hiking up her bottoms in frustration knowing full well it would not be up there long. Still, she knew she would have to make her feel better once she returned back to the lab to break the tension from earlier. With that she headed to their room just outside the lab and went into her secret stash of El's favorite cigars before heading into the lab/ "Everyone is showing positive reactions to the serum treatments they have received. What were the results of the newest ones?" She asked in her usual manner as she walked past El and stretched her arm out to hold the cigar up in front of her. "I figured it stressed you out and thought you would like one of these."

In her room, Ashara was stripped down to her undergarments sparring with Kami realizing at the beach that she wanted another challenge. She had taken her second in command a few different ways like she usually did until Kami tapped out realizing how tired she was. Ashara started going at a training dummy when she heard Athena knock at the door finally arriving. "Alright Kami, time to get going, yeah. And try not to be too hard on her. If she was able to take it then she has the potential to use it if she hasn't tried to get away with it." She said while re-tightening her wrist bandages as Kami went to go let Athena in. The second-in-command didn't say anything as she passed by Athena until she stopped just behind her. "I expect that Tempest Carbine back in my shop before the end of tomorrow. It's not finished and you could end up killing us all." She finished off with an annoyed tone before making her leave.

Ashara turned her attention to Athena and smiled at her excited to see she finally arrived. "Don't worry about her, Bandit. She is just not a fan of people taking her technology out before it is finished, yeah." She got into a fighting pose ready to start having another fight with the new Banshee member after a fight like that at the beach. "Ready to talk? Also you might not be certain about this, but underwear only, yeah. I want you to understand how your body moves and your opponent's body moves."

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We'll be happy together
For a time
But, for how long?

O.O.C-

 

[Professor Wi-Fi]

—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—

With the few hours away from everyone and that tactless Xerlexian, Mercury had the sudden urge to craft her own defenses to secure information personal to her. Realizing Felicia could just listen in whenever was too risky as she started to notice Athena’s growth slowly occur over the month. A human patient with a base body not exposed to any of their healing serums was wonderful as a test subject for new serums combined with her performance enhancers. Her excitement of results that she processed through her mind while in front of the head medic and raise suspicion. That’s where the small shard in a Petri dish by her desk came in hand. She had noticed that the Xerlexian was quick to go to her arm cuff inscribed with the same material handling her telepathy powers. She had confirmed earlier in their friendship that there was a correlation to the gem and Felicia’s abilities. After some studying and examining she was able to synthesize her own piece of the mineral for the ability to make reading the Nebentian’s mind a little bit more tedious of a challenge. After the incident earlier, it had to be time to take it out and see how effective it was as she took it from it’s dish and placed it in a compartment in her wrist communicator. And no better time than now, as the doctor had come in offering her time with a surprise cigar.

She looked up rather surprised at the offering as she glanced up at her crush. She let out a sigh as she accepted the cigar and looked over the results of her most recent batch. “The serum is fairly compliant with what compounds that I add along with synthetic enzymes to help agitate the recovery process at an accelerated pace.” She explained while finding it hard where to even begin on areas to focus on. “If we look at results from year long patients, it’s clear that we’re still on an incline for the recovery rating but it’s still unpredictable when it will decide to plateau no matter what we add to the structure of the molecular compound. Yes, we’re still progressing forward, but we still haven’t been able to see how instantaneous our medicine can be to new patients.” She lit the cigar and took a small drag as she was already lost in her ramblings to focus on her upset with Felicia. “What’s worse is we can’t really stray far from this recipe before it becomes a completely different form of medicine for another system of the body which some of us may not even have. Restructuring it entirely could take me astray on a pointless result to the immune system if it looks too relative to ascorbate a.k.a Vitamin C. Most species have about eleven to twelve functioning systems, but there’s a vast amount who have less than that. Prioritizing which bodily systems are the most essential to treat first seems like a way to rationalize where to begin and then maybe graphing out what species we have so we know a common system to start on. Odds are circulatory, but it never hurts to be wary.” The Nebentian just sat there shaking her head like she had for the past few hours. The cost of a curious mind had to be the anxiety that came with the need to have an answer for everything. “I’m glad my serum has come so far to help you and the infirmary to the extent it has, but to try to turn it into a super drug that can craft miracles for medicine. . .it’s a tempting challenge to take on, but a difficult one at that. One that I probably should have been here for instead of meandering.” She reflected on how she could be a few steps farther in the development if her outfit for their small vacation had not been distracting her or her effort to impressing a being who looked to have no need to be impressed. She rubbed her eyes as her head ached from all the thinking required with such a tiring job. “I apologize that it can’t be a faster process and knowing the right formula. Going from lethal weapons to helping the bedridden is just such a leap.”

Athena watched as Kami had walked by with her threat and physique pulling her eyes. She never really stood out like everyone else, but maybe she only thought that because she was the shadow while Blue was the light. A lot of attention was always on the commander and her actions while her human second-in-command just watched over and keep her in order. She just never knew a human woman could look so well built. Could she look like that? Though she probably couldn’t ask questions now that she knew Athena had the Tempest. Even if she did say she could kill somebody with it, it worked fine for her after proper calibrations and adding a wiring or two that she had to look around for on the Spreta. She did get to fire it at the range late one night after sneaking about and the results were better than expected, but she’d just let Kami find out when she returned it. For now, she had to deal with the Ytal surprisingly in fighting stance in front of her for a change.

The blonde looked at her superior with a rather complexed face before blushing at the comment about undergarments. “That’s not going to be possible. . .I-I never received any upon joining.” She glanced over surprised Ashara knew anything about the word. “You look like you just got done a “talk” with Kami. She looks like she could put up plenty of rounds with you especially since she’s heated over me visiting her workshop again.” She gazed over the commander’s body once more as nothing much had changed besides her attire. Sweat glistening from her flesh revealed a bit underneath of it as Athena had a need to glance away still not used to seeing other women like that. “If not sparring with your best friend then wouldn’t Nanira be a better opponent since you have a rivalry going on? Why me?” She asked a little skeptical at such a surprise turn of events.

☾ Location ::Spreta (Adrift)
☪ Feeling :: Anxious
☾ Company::The Banshees
☪ Wearing:: Banshee top, black pair of joggers, and tabis.

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