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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 8, 2023 23:04:04 GMT -5
It had been another hard training session for Gier on the outskirts of Namek, but he was hungry for more. There was something missing, he felt it. His movements weren't quite as sharp and crisp as they should have been on a technical level. He heard his father's voice in his mind, as well as his grandfather, and they urged him to correct himself. But he fought against the whispers of the ghosts of his past, and instead sought to meditate to for a moment of respite. When he did so his gem hung around his neck, and his mind was transferred into a different realm, one where he was within a dojo with the trappings of a wolf plastered over the wooden walls.
This dojo was his old one from his childhood. Where he was drilled to fight by his father and grandfather.
Gier inhaled and began his Kata sequence on the matted dojo floor, he focused on his footwork and his breathing, yet his mind remained disturbed and unsteady. What he needed most was a partner, perhaps, a more experienced compatriot.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 8, 2023 23:45:41 GMT -5
Ep3 was once more bored on the mega cruiser ship she sat in her storage room and opted to pop off a lid of a retired trash bin using it as a shield and a broken mop top bit as a small sword (or otherwise a thrusting only sword.) as a training routine getting the thrust and thrust away a 5 directional deflection of her shield batting away the left sides of her and the vertical directions, with the under strike as if forcing an imagined strike into the floor. She also tried to bat attacks away in a figure 8 of deflection with the mop standing in for the weapons she would wield pushing to make her weapon arm another means of deflection
She pulled a tug on her mind and she knelt, letting her awareness melt away into the mental realm.
She awoke having been descended from the mental dojo ceiling suspended by wires that ejected themselves from her body her eyes slowly opened up eye surging with a ring loading her higher awareness before the last connector detached, and she rose from a seated on her knees position, her clothing in the realm amounted to a sports bra and a speedoo at the length just short of her knees. Her body was segmented with shallow scars masking them but given her entering the scene spelled out a mechanical nature to her.
She had an arming sword and shield. She activated her scouter “Glasses” that masked the tech was inside her own processors, merely using the glasses as a means to grant her periphery clarity. “Oh… umm, hello, pleased to make your acquaintance." She smiled in a way to suggest earnest emotion as it seemed to be quite pleasantly light hearted smile
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 9, 2023 7:35:47 GMT -5
Gier's movements were precise and quick, sweat glistened his body as he had worked up a lather yet he still was not satisfied. He had to be quicker, stronger, sharper, better. Once upon a time the dojo had been his sanctuary but instead it had become his prison. Another precise movement was performed with the utmost accuracy of his Kata, a strong forward punch which was aided by his momentum, then a shift of his feet, moving on the balls of his feet for an elbow strike to the sternum of his would be opponent, it was hard and fast and strong, sweat pulsated from his arm when he performed it, dripping from his brow and splattering against the dojo tatami mats.
Suddenly his attention was taken elsewhere. On the ceiling there was a figure that descended by dark wires barely visible to the naked eye. It was a woman, yet Gier's mind had picked up on the subtle cues of her expression and screamed to him that something was amiss, that the woman wasn't quite what she seemed to be. Once she touched down onto the ground she was seated on her knees, then she arose with scant clothing, amounting to a sports bra and a speedo that hugged her mature figure.
Gier himself was dressed modestly, a white tank top and jeans with no socks or shoes on, though he always wore his red trucker hat, even in the realm of the mind.
The woman before him was armed with a sword and shield, yet Gier did not sense any hostility or ill intent despite it all.
"The pleasure's all mine," Gier spoke warmly, thanking the woman for the pleasant view. However, he merely wanted to disarm her, as his interest in her was beyond the superficial.
"That was quite an interest too. But the way you move, there is something peculiar about it. Tell me, who is your master?" Gier asked her, raising his shirt to reveal his hard abs in order to dab his face free of sweat.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 9, 2023 9:21:29 GMT -5
She tilted her head as her eyes locked on his genetics and interest of the lack of the usual warrior genetics but still a very respectable biological body built with diligent training,
She had to admit she respected the clear effort the guy was putting his body through, a machine like her got stronger improving energy currents through her frame from her core that could be done slowly by laborious training adjusting her parameters gradually or in bursts of upgrades she typically would grant herself after major incidents with her allies offering her some time to restore her performance after a laborious adventure, but for organics the process had to be painful and disorienting where hers could be done with her cognition temporarily suspended in sleep mode.
“You look like you took quite great care building your body” she admitted as he likely was elevated in his breathing freshly taking a break from exercising oxygen hungry muscular system drawing on more to restore the torn and rebuilding structures through the form as was how biological beings strengthen a mechanical process as fascinating to see as it was in a way kind of twisted to think of how many fibers are snapped and tore for the sake of mending to be torn and built up again. For her, her mechanical body, it was a much more painless process of capacitors gauging themselves and simply replacing the capacitors with higher yields when they are near critical overload, no body destroying itself to rebuild itself.
Her motions were minimalist and to suit a function a very to the point motion even as she went to relax her limbs seemed to have an almost rehearsed pattern they defaulted to, even the cool down had protocol.
She read multiple interpretations of his inquiry, she read it as many races kept androids and gynoids as servants, was the question on that? Was the question on mentor? Like who she learned the combat arts she employed? Or was it her superior in the protectorate as her shield ornately identified her as a member?
She summoned her feathered mantle over her form obscuring the right half of herself and her neck in its feathered ring with spiked shoulders, the feathers a synthetic recreation of a Vulture’s feathers. “Do you ask that, figuring of my robotic nature as who my primary user is? Who I learned the use of weaponry from? My superior in the protectorate?” her vocals tinted ever so tastefully with a light auto tune tonality to them being indicative of her robotic nature if the breath of the entrance was not seen to give it away.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 10, 2023 1:24:02 GMT -5
Gier liked the woman's compliment, feeling flattered to the point where a faint blush was etched on his cheeks. He never really considered his body particularly impressive, the work he put in wasn't to entice compliments or flattery due to his aesthetics, the true fruits of his labor was through his technique and training. The pinnacle of a martial artist was discipline and performance, to be of sound body as well as sound of mind, yet Gier felt as if it was mind that continued to hold him back.
The woman before him was peculiar, her speech patterns were mechanical in nature, almost sequenced much like an automated comm system. There was a hint of humanity sprinkled over her words, which elicited the flattery to begin with. He didn't want to pry however, but Gier was a very curious cat if he had to say so himself.
In a blink she manifested a feathered mantle over her figure, which painted half of her face in obscurity, she had spiked shoulder blades which resembled a bird of prey.
"Robotic nature huh?" Gier couldn't help but be intrigued by her words. Primary user, the use of her weaponry, her role in the protectorate, which he had heard of offhand, all were viable as well as valuable questions for him to ask of her. He stroked his chin in thought. Should he press the issue? Well, with most things in life, Gier realized that fighting was the best way to get to know someone. Through fists their spirits would be exposed to one another, bare and true.
"To be honest with you, I was asking because I'm at a cross roads. I'm seeking answers, but the answers I'm trying to find can't be found in a book, or in a robot," Gier remarked truthfully. However, his visage belied his words, as he offered her a smile of optimism.
"But I'd like to see how you move first hand, and maybe then I can find my answer."
Gier fell into his fighting stance, a fundamental one passed down from his grandfather, to his father, and now to him. He rocked on the toes of his feet, a boxing style posture with balled knuckles. His feet glided across the dojo matt, closing the gap between them with deft strides. His movement was precise, and his body rocked forward, his fist was balled and primed to strike, using his hips as a fulcrum to aim a strong uppercut to the robotic woman's abdomen. It was hard and quick, but it was an appetizer, just a starter dish. He was weary of her reach with her weapon, her blade appeared sharp and the steel was polished, so he opted to strike quick to get inside of her guard so she wouldn't be able to utilize her shield, that was the best he could hope for.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 10, 2023 3:06:25 GMT -5
She looked confused for a moment, then readjusted the mantle to fit properly, guess the light weight needed a bit more than the casual ease she was used to, to put it on she tucked the feathery collar to cradle her neck rather than obscure her head, she set the half cape that dangled over her front and back on one side to drape over her form lightly, she tightened synthetic material leather gloves, with openings at the joints she manifested her saiyan boots, a tough brand to beat in their functionality and comfort levels dyed black to fit the gloves and attire outside the mantle that was dominantly a midnight blue and a mid point between light and dark steel gray coloration.
She felt this one would want to get to a light spar, so she was all geared up being robotic her internal frame was strong and less to fear than most biological to the hazards of cuts, gasses, poisons, and other things that a biological humanoid would find exposed flesh as a bad tactic, plus the active protection of the shield was a good pairing with the light intrusive attire to her dexterity, which would prove quite the benefit to her speed edge.
“hmm want to know me as a combatant before a person? Suppose many combative cultures do hold the two as a fair way to get to know someone. Ok, come on.”
Quick to jump on the invitation, his form with practiced swiftness with each move prepping more momentum as the strides built, her raw speed output was greater aided by the simple nature of her electrical muscle system vs the delay of a chemical electrical system biological beings run on but still he closed the distance in such a way the slight weight of her shield even in her practiced hand was like a quick draw of an expert marksman vs an assassin skilled in getting in for a stabbing, a lot closer than one would think, a reminder that at some point advantages are nullified. She managed to put her shield to her abdomen blocking the blow but the momentum sufficient to send her airborne for a moment as her processors worked diligently to in micro seconds work out the math of weight shifting to get her to land optimally on her feet and the cut off and on points of impact to allow her hydraulics absorb the impact to her legs on landing spread out to allow the force of the landing disperse from her in a way that did the least damage to her legs and the structures there-in.
“Quite the practiced sort, you fought entities outstripping your output before, haven’t you? Had to turn what you had into enough to face a foe with more than you got, you put fantastic work into it.”
With the rebound worthy of a 30k speed output surge in her systems, she returned to his side, “which is why regardless of the outcome you should feel quite proud of your progress.”
she then went to launch a knee to the solar plexus, there would then hop on a foot looking to launch a kick to where projections of his placement with the impact force would get to drop the head sending a weak snapping kick to where the jaw was projected to be and then again diving forward this time intent to catch his torso with her shield and spin him on it for an attempted body slam on the shield. Much like him this was just a show of how she moved, each combo a calculated one driven into with a viper’s swift snapping style/aggression, but the blade remained at her side the often reforged one handed weapon with the word “glory” on it in several different languages to match the numerous holder races the transparent scabbard allowing the window, the high tech shield segmented ind an adjustable metal currently shaped as a kite shield to offer a point to drive the surprise passenger down in with and no doubt capable of dealing a painful shield thrust bash, clearly in her hand the shield was not just active protection, it was part of offense as well.
Her deceptively slender form adding to the mask of her capabilities, an android/gynoid often did not have a body that gave up just how powerful or honed their core power was, unlike muscle definition of organics tended to.
“I hope that I am proving to be a worthy ‘dance partner’, buddy!” she popped an asymmetrical smile with one side wider but still with a kind edge to it but excited eyes, she enjoyed combat training far more than her mentor Vlad, taking more from her weapon teacher Azure who relished a test of his metal.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 10, 2023 18:52:59 GMT -5
Gier's fist surged forth with vigor and struck true to the robotic woman's shield. His force was multiplied by the momentum of his hip flexors following through along with the punch in order to incorporate his base into the strike itself. His technique was executed flawlessly in that manner, technically sound with very little room for counter measures to be put in place, no opening for him to be exposed in. Yet the woman managed to defend herself quite well in fact with her shield, absorbing the brunt of his blow with it. The material felt fine in measure, no ordinary smith could have forged steel polished enough to handle his strikes. When he was a child he managed to bury his fists through metal doors, the fact that he hadn't done caved the shield in was a testament to its craftmanship.
"There's no better way in my opinion," Gier remarked as he continued to bounce on the balls of his feet, adjusting his trucker hat so that it remained steady on his head. He danced around the matt, sizing up his opponent. She appeared experienced, if robots were seen as such. Did she experience moments like humans would? Reflections and thoughts to strive for better? Adjustments and precise calculations most likely plagued her mainframe so to speak, perhaps down to the very last nanosecond. Her gaze was cold and unflinching, yet her tone was none of those. It was eerie in a sense to him, his mind wandered to that of his father and grandfather looming over him while he trained. His skin crawled and Gier shook off the goosebumps. No, he never liked that one bit.
She spoke once more, commenting how he must experienced fighting martial artists more powerful than himself, and that observation was a chillingly accurate one. Once more her compliment caused him to feel flattered, and quite embarrassed. He wasn't used to receiving them when it came to his technique, even his own mind scrutinized himself more so than any other fighter ever could.
"You got me dead center. Wow, you're quite observant, I thought as much when I laid my eyes on you. But you're right, and I accept your compliment. You move quite well yourself."
Gier had to pay his respects whenever they were due. She moved almost weightless through the air and rebounded from the force of his blow, even if she was more machine than person, her functionality had to learn to adapt to external stressors, which required experience, much like a human would have to do when faced with adversity. As such, he didn't see her differently than he would another person. Looking down upon her would be a mistake, a costly one.
At the speed of a thought she was upon his side - her visage did not give way to her next move and she managed to launch a knee towards his solar plexus, the force was strong as it was fast, and Gier's body rode the momentum backwards, his feet slid across the matt and his composure had been shaken. A snap kick came next, and the loss of focus on his stance made his movement too slow to counter with a slip or a duck, so he was caught directly on the chin, the force was whip-like and it burned his face like a carpet would. Gier gritted his teeth yet her attack awoken the rumblings within him, years of training kicked in and instincts ruled him now. She dove forward to attempt to catch him with her shield, and Gier manuevered by moving his front leg to the side and pivoting off the balls of his feet, his base leg followed so that she would sail past him while she remained in his front sights with his hands at the ready. It was a boxer's pivot and a more advanced maneuver, but an effective one.
Gier moved forward, his right fist surged with azure energy, the Ki he held within swelled outward and coated him hand for his white hot strike that was aimed for her head now.
"You sure are. You move like a human, yet you claim to be a robot. Robots couldn't move like you unless they had some humanity inside of them. I'd like to see which parts those are." Gier commented, flattering her as she had done him. His smile was wholesome, but they belied his intent. When his punch had finished careening towards her head, he allowed his momentum to be carried forward even more, and he twirled his body forward in a frontal flip, attempting to dig his heel to the top of her head in a frontal flip axe kick, also known as his Crackshoot technique.
He mimicked her precision and tried to not only catch her off guard and deem himself unpredictable, but to also keep himself within her guard and turn her shield into as much as a burden to carry as possible by poking holes in her defenses.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 10, 2023 23:11:59 GMT -5
The shield was well made and she bent the shield like the slant of tank armor to take the force and space it out on the shield. And through her form/structure, the shield was definitely better than merely blocking with one’s arm and far better than merely relying on passive awareness of oncoming damage to brace one’ self, but even the best shield when held by a hand or supported by an arm had the user suffer a bit if only the force diminished across the arm her loose fitting cloth did allow the structure of her chest to show it was clearly made with consideration of motion of certain...assets of hers as her chest took the momentum of the blow and the landing even giving out sounds of suspending mechanisms bobbing as her bust bobbed with the force.
Instinct of combat showed, the x factor that gave organics a chance at countering the processing and action speed difference of electrical vs biological entities. He managed to throw her projections off as the instincts went for a difficult to predict autopilot, the action without thought tho limited by the bodies finite speed was enough to ensure even if she managed the hit it would be highly minimized, both due to her unconscious reassessment pulling resources back from her arm in anticipation for an unanticipated move, giving extra resources to try and meet it, and much like her own shielding she suspected the guard the body would employ if her speed rendered full evasion not possible it would throw off the shield bash from its intended target and velocity perhaps even using the momentum she would provide it to launch his counter.
Her electric brain seemed to slow the followup to a crawl, but her body made after bio-mimetic machine bionics and to be an ideal partner/companion in many things, including calisthenic/contortion exercises and martial arts applications. She swiftly sprung her back to the left and her head dropped far back as the mechanics of her spine sounded as they pulled back like a mechanical slingshot, and if the adversary could make the connection the attack to come he may evade as she launched up for a headbutt to counter.
Instead of stopping the momentum if she was avoided, she would have leaped into the air, letting the momentum of her headbutt become the momentum for a flip before she landed back on the ground.
She nodded, “I am synthetic but was modeled to look after and interact with humans, so the structure of my brain and protocols were made to reflect them. My name is early prototype #3, I was the initial proof of concept of the 3rd in a line of domestic androids and gynoids, my 3rd iteration places me as the companion model. During the months leading up to the steel legion I was left alone but online in a facility capable of maintaining me, the lack of a partner causing my AI to try and adjust itself and parameters to better interact with a partner and understand people to better serve, some time later my mind shifted the right series of protocols and autonomous function to enable me free range and human grade independent from restrained processing.” she said explaining a bit of why she has such human qualities.
Offensive resumed, he tried to toss more tricky blows, but she did not turn to her shield as this time she let the blow connect and traveled with the momentum to try and grab his arm and whip him around like a top, rotating her entire torso like a top.
“You have a great deal of potential, I must say” she said regardless of the aftermath as she tossed a good deal of messy hair behind her ears.
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Post by Yajirobe on Nov 12, 2023 7:59:01 GMT -5
Her movement was sequenced and mechanical, her spine had been moved backwards unnaturally, at least, not in the natural way that a human would move. For a robot however, well, it could be said to have been said to be expected. Which in turn made Gier realize that he had to keep his mind sharp in anticipating such. Think the unknown and anticipate it, allow his body to meld with his mind and his instincts, yet instead of thought it would be his actions that would think for him. Thus when her counter attack had been made and she sprung forth with her head, and her momentum carried her forth when he had landed weightlessly on his feet after his frontal axe flip, he resisted by placing his arms up in a guard position, his honed forearms were his shield now and he managed to take the brunt of the blow effectively. The shock and awe of the attack itself was not enough to deter his balance and stance, which remained strong as he sank deep into it after the robot flipped about from the momentum of his block and she landed softly on the tatami matt as if she was made of flesh much like he was. When his Crackshoot had landed on her front, the aforementioned frontal axe kick, she responded by grabbing his arm when he was mid flight, jerking him about like a whip and whirled him around the air for a toss, her torso winded around like a spinning top when she did so.
Gier managed to flip as he sailed across the air, landing on the balls of his feet upon the matt in a controlling and measured response.
Then she spoke and broke down her makeup, as well as her design patterns and the history of such, which all in all was a bit over Gier's head to comprehend fully, but the gist and the spirit of her words were easy enough for a jock like him to grasp.
"Wow, that's interesting. You are made to be a companion, but you also have free reign to do what you want. Have you ever thought about settling down one day? Maybe even having a family? Or are you restless like most fighters I know?" Gier asked her curiously.
Once more she complimented him, and Gier rubbed his cheek with his finger, flattered once more.
Even the way she tossed her hair back was a lead on that some women were known to do.
"Thanks, and I have to say that whatever potential you have, you must have fully realized it. I can tell that you're holding back a bit, allowing me to dance with you instead of dominating me and taking the lead. You are quite considerate, and I like that, but I'd like it more if you showed me just how far apart we are." He requested of her and slid back into his stance.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 13, 2023 0:20:12 GMT -5
She was enjoying herself, a good test of their skills without too heavy in the way of her pushing power onto the forefront but holding her own in skills they came really close to each other, his honed body and experience to go auto-pilot on honed instinct and her electronic speed and control was well matched.
She paused to think what future she wanted. “Theoretically I can live as long as I maintain a few core systems, perhaps millions if not billions of years. Not sure what to do with that potential time to be frank, but I do not see myself settling down, so vast a galaxy to explore and aid, I can see myself getting a few companions together to make the travel less lonely and to hold close, I am a companion unit, so I have been trained on cuddling and enjoy it so no doubt such activities could improve what would otherwise be lonely nights.”
She struck a pose “We all can go further, our potential today is not the hard limit, higher end capacitors will be made, our bodies will adjust to higher energy output yields and what we are capable of will continue to expand as we learn more.” her joints popped open seams to vent heat she was about to generate internally. She powered up to her at the time max of just over 231k.
She sprinted to him and unleashed a combo of kicks to give him what he wanted, one to the knee, one to the stomach and one twirling kick equivalent to an uppercut to the chin.
“My mentor Vlad is a captain of the paladin order, and he is significantly stronger than I, but he has far more reluctance to fight, only doing so when needed and only enjoying it in this mental realm. I am a bit more of an enthusiastic fighter. So if you want to go to a round 2, I am all in!” she winked.
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