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Post by Vlad on Jan 23, 2024 17:54:57 GMT -5
The synthetic woman EP3 had through great patience and solidarity with her fellow exploited captives escaped the pleasure planet left it in ruins taking no small satisfaction in knowing that the most profitable month for that honey pot of a toad was IMMEDIATELY followed by the biggest expense since buying the damn planet, maybe make pleasure drones out of things that were not sapient and thus would not immediately seek vengeance after the inhibitor collars fail. She and the others spread through the protectorate territories, a lowly pimp of a crime boss lacks resources more than brains, they are not taking the protectorate’s sworn protectors. EP3 was on a space bus filled with galactic drifters seem to be good people and quite the collection of aliens and robot outcasts seeing these people with only fabric backpacks full of items to their names care for one another, this was what she and Vlad fought for this solidarity with the organics oiling the robots joints and the robots maintaining the microwaves so that the organics could go to sleep with full bellies. Ideal coexistence between fellow sapience. She however felt the tug of the need to see to her own neural maintenance so she excused herself going into the back of the box car and propping herself against a corner, the light of her cognition fading out with her conscious state of mind as her body went limp and eyes shut. She woke up in a big tavern that blended modern luxury with old world tastes. A mingling of taste that fit the robotic shield maiden. Seemed her mind drifted to an older style representation for this setting. High in tech, yet with a touch of older styling to the joint mechanisms. She had to admit, not a bad look. As her sword and shield hung from her, she decided to rest them against the stool she used, any who came in to speak with her the avalon secular crest was boldly placed on the shield making it clear her faction allegiances, the body and other elements making it rather obvious what she was, and the mental tether flowed from Vlad’s presence so any who could read such could quickly conclude she was his student if they could identify the mental presence she piggy backed off of. “Ice water please” she requested the bar hand and got the plain beverage of purified ice water a moment later. Her power likely would be tough to gauge but her possessing a sword and shield making the odds of being a warrior quite clear, and this place born from her mind having both a bar and a sparring ring hinting she was open for either kind of social or combative interaction this realm was great at facilitating. 464
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Tarble
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Organization: Saiyan Empire
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Post by Tarble on Jan 24, 2024 21:04:06 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 603/603 The moment had arrived for Tarble to seize the opportunity and employ his newfound technique; Instant Transmission; to venture beyond the confines of Yaidrat. In the preceding weeks, he dedicated himself to mastering teleportation within the bounds of the planet, honing his skills. Now, standing atop a hill, he gazed into the horizon, where the sun dipped below the skyline in a breathtaking sunset. A smile graced Tarble's face as he reflected on the substantial progress achieved through his rigorous training. The vista before him marked not just the end of a day but also the threshold of a new journey, as he readied himself to push the boundaries of his abilities on an uncharted planet. “Look how far I am from the time i was on planet Earth. Who would have thought a low class saiyan learning a technique like instant transmission. This technique was never taught in history books to the younglings at school. I just so happened to come to this planet with Master Foxx to stumble upon the Yaidrat Elder who tells me he will teach me this technique. I am able to quickly move from one space to the next. It will help me in a battle to easily attack or defend an opponent. Now I need to see if I can travel to another planet in a matter of a second”
With precision, Tarble lifted his right index and middle fingers to the center of his forehead, activating his sensing technique. Guided by the instructions of the Yaidrat Elder, Tarble directed his focus towards a specific point in the universe, where the planet Namek lay not too distant from Yaidrat. As he swiftly detected an individual's power level, Tarble exclaimed, "Got one," initiating the teleportation process. In an instant, he seamlessly traversed the cosmic expanse, leaving Yaidrat behind. The transition was swift, and Tarble found himself at his new destination mere moments after uttering those words. “It worked; I knew I would be able to master it pretty quickly. Now I need to see to enjoy some time on planet namek before I instant transmission back to Yaidrat. I do not want to be late, or Master Foxx will put me through some heavy training”
Surveying his surroundings, Tarble found himself before a building emanating the rhythmic sounds of music from within. Puzzled by the mismatch between his expectations and the current scene, he doubted if this was truly the planet Namek. The landscape and atmosphere contradicted his prior descriptions. Opting for a proactive approach, Tarble decided to step inside the building to gather information about his unexpected location. Ascending a few steps, he pushed open the two swinging doors, curiosity propelling him forward into the vibrant and musical unknown. “Well... this is place does not look like the taverns that are on planet Earth. I was hoping that is where I landed, but there are way too many aliens here for it to be planet Earth”
Surveying the surroundings to determine his starting point, Tarble's gaze landed on a familiar face near the bar. Under his breath, he muttered, "Hey, it's EP3." Stepping purposefully in her direction, Tarble positioned himself beside her. Observing that she had just been served a glass of ice water, he decided to follow suit and ordered one for himself. With the cold beverage in hand, Tarble greeted EP3, expressing his surprise at the unexpected encounter. He inquired, "Hey EP3, didn't expect to run into you here. Any idea where we are?" Opening the door to conversation, Tarble sought to unravel the mystery of their current location with a touch of camaraderie. Actions1. 2.
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Post by Vlad on Jan 25, 2024 22:43:35 GMT -5
EP3 smiled widely, it was nice to see a friendly face but… did he not know where they were? Most of the patrons in the establishment not her or the barkeep, an arlian, lacked faces… or at least clear visage of them, like an animator masking someone to save on the headache of having to work on their lip sync.
“This is actually, the mental realm, I temporarily deactivated in a space train with my fellow space drifters and am in the mental space, you must have locked onto my mind in the space and landed here, ah well you are welcome to whatever manner of interaction you would feel most comfortable<3”
She said, gesturing her glass, the naturally tinny sound of ice hitting the glass sounding in a soft ring. Her smile quite warm and genuine in spite of the clear electronic glow to her eyes spoiling nothing of her genuine projection of calm companion joy.
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Tarble
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Post by Tarble on Jan 27, 2024 9:49:43 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 439/1,042 As he posed his inquiry, Tarble took a sip of the chilled water. To his surprise, EP3 wore a subtle smile while explaining that their current surroundings existed within a mental space. She revealed that Tarble had connected with her mind during his use of instant transmission. This revelation left Tarble perplexed, prompting him to question the true whereabouts of his physical body. The uncertainty gnawed at him; was he a tangible presence, or was his body adrift somewhere in the vastness of space? The prospect of returning to his original location now carried a weight of existential concern. Would reuniting with his body result in instant demise? The lost prince grappled with the stress of this newfound dilemma, preferring a noble demise in battle over the ominous uncertainty of being lost in the void of space. “How would I instant transmission into someone’s mind. I could have sworn I was locked in on planet namek. Someone how I must have caught EP3 power level instead of a namek. I need to figure out what I am doing here and when I leave here that I am back on planet Yaidrat”
As Tarble polished off his glass of water, he swiveled towards the bartender, placing an order for a beer. The weight of stress bearing down on him, the lost prince sought solace in the soothing embrace of a drink. EP3 reassured Tarble, inviting him to engage however he saw fit and encouraging him to make himself at ease. As he waited for his beer, Tarble surveyed his surroundings, scanning for any clues that might affirm his presence within EP3's mind. The atmosphere seemed to hold secrets, and Tarble's gaze swept the surroundings in search of subtle hints or distinctive markers that would confirm this unique mental space. “Nothing seems off at all here. Without EP3 telling me I would have never guessed that I was in someone's mind”
The bartender reappeared with Tarble's requested beer, deftly popping the top with an opener. As the cool beverage slid gracefully across the bar to Tarble, he seized it and turned his attention to EP3. With a furrowed brow, Tarble began to articulate the uncertainty plaguing his thoughts, "I have a question about this perplexing situation. I employed instant transmission in an attempt to navigate my way to Planet Namek. Yet somehow, I find myself here, within what you claim to be your mind. I can't help but wonder, is this my tangible body, or am I adrift in the vast expanse of space? Furthermore, how can I ensure that when I depart this peculiar place, I return to Planet Yardrat?"
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Post by Vlad on Jan 28, 2024 19:20:44 GMT -5
It did not take the various levels of biometric analytical diagnostic reading software that she had installed to read the mood of a subject she was sitting with to notice quite the issue weighed heavily on his mind, she drew closer as organics took proximity to a friend as a method of relief.
She sat calmly in a manner to invite a hand hold if he wished as touch was a big part of organic comfort as well, on their own terms, tho her own empathetic responses were compelling her to rub his shoulders or offer a gesture of relief in such a casual friend way.
Tarble did not take long after taking a drink of what many who took in the drink called ‘liquid courage’ to expand on why the nerves were elevated. She smiled with a heavier air of “no need to worry” being conveyed as she allowed one of her eyes to glow and project his body was next to her on the train, the train riders were a bit shaken by the new arrival out of the blue, but she projected herself out of the eye in the mortal world “he is a friend, no need to be worried, this guy is a nice dude.”
She cut the connection, allowing her eye to cut from being a projector. “Hope that offers you some comfort!” she exclaimed, grinning.
“Now that that is cleared out a bit, what other direction would you like to take this interaction, I am good for whatever, I was thinking of Alria and its famous ring so subconscious realm made a sparring ring if you wish to do some training, we can sit here and chat/drink, if you want, you can eat, have as many of your favorite dish as you want, this place has an inn too if you want to laze and relax.
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Post by Tarble on Jan 29, 2024 19:49:15 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 377/1,419 Tarble sensed EP3's attempt at empathy, recognizing the uniqueness of the situation. This was the first time he tried to instant transmission to another planet but instead he found himself in someone else's consciousness. Ordering another beer from the bartender, the lost prince, well-versed in navigating diverse scenarios, found himself in uncharted territory. With the fresh drink in hand, EP3 reassured Tarble that everything would be okay, and they held the freedom to journey wherever they pleased. “This is an interesting situation that is going on. EP3 mind is pretty calm and collective, but why are we on a train. Now I am wondering what goes on in my mind. I know I talk to myself a lot of the time, but I never picture myself on a train. This must be her place to get away from everything that is going on in the universe”
As the lost prince took a sip of his drink, seeking solace for his unsettled nerves, EP3 extended an invitation, suggesting they could venture to any destination of their choosing. Whether it was a quiet meal at a nearby train station or exploring other places, the possibilities were wide open. In that moment, Tarble's curiosity shifted from potential destinations to the practical concern of safely returning to his body intact. “Can go where I want to... hmmm now I am wondering if EP3 was ever a human. Was she placed in an android's body after she was murdered by a gang during one of her investigations as a cop. No wait that was a movie that Master Roshi loved called... what was the name of that movie again. Or was she built by a mad scientist to take over the world... no that doesn't make sense since she has always been calm; even on the battlefield fighting that ugly Santa guy” "EP3, count me in for whatever adventure lies ahead. I've been pondering something that's been on my mind; how did you come to be, I mean, as an android? I hope this isn't too forward, but android encounters have been scarce in my travels. I've heard tales about their potential for destruction, yet with you, I sense nothing but benevolence," Tarble inquired as he settled into the chair beside her. Actions1. 2.
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Post by Vlad on Jan 31, 2024 4:40:53 GMT -5
She smiled, she did take a shine to the mental realm how quick the scene on a whim could change.
After a moment both she and he would feel soft sensations pass over them, “Whooo my cart buddies must have put a sheet over our bodies, feels like a thin but breathable sheet, nice material. Wounder… if they got the wrong idea given how close our bodies are” her cheeks turned red at the thought. Would not be the first, with kids a bunch of humans thought she was some sort of nanny bot that they would have wed to the child when they come of adult age, other men and the odd woman they would think she was their lover model.
These lot seemed cool tho, they were kind to her, did not try to access her or speak mean things at her like her only function was a humanoid flesh light.
A rather constant cycle of neural activity was detected he must have found something about this more curiosity stimulating than she did, but a few neurons indicated it was involving the current time referential, something to do with her, perhaps? Vlad met one advanced saiyan android, but it would be fair that secret empire project androids aside the robotics of Vegeta were dwarfed by the earthlings part necessity part ingenuity in robotics, and they pale before Avalon purist of excellence.
Was he wondering what nature of android she was? After all, earth especially was known for bio+prosthesis beings that were still called androids. Plenty were made with artificially grown cells incorporated with tech to ensure the bio machinery does not reject itself.
As if on q to address her curiosity, he voiced his own. She was right, he was curious on what nature of android she was.
“Much like my mentor Vlad, I am purely synthetic, unlike him, however, I did have a human who my form was modeled after, but it was a visual replication, she was a model tho, so my hair and eye-color was changed by my constructors to avoid getting sued. As well as my… proportions added a few sizes, I was intended as a commodity, an early prof of concept, hence the name I took EP3. I was a companion model, my maker wanted to corner the market on all manner of constructs, child replacements for grieving parents who lost a child, service units for rich benefactors, companions like myself, and others, they had aspirations to be rich and were decent with robotics and new markets they could play to. I started out… as a tool. No real me to me, just following prescriptive instructions to serve my user/owner/partners whatever they set their relation as. I would serve be it in general well being advice via my basic care programming, in any lab/professional or student aid, my makers did not yet prioritize anti-homework utility protocols, so I would aid collage students get higher grade, and a likely unsurprising… addition to boost my intended product sales my anatomical correct and functioning out of the box features.”
She closed her eyes “The steel legion war left me abandoned but not deactivated, so my mind cycled through upgrade potentials that could bring masters back but after so many cognitive system modifications I… awoke… lack of a better word. I would later find out all about what I was, a gynoid, and all manner of other details, I also discovered my mentor Vlad, and was inspired to fight for the future he sought to have a hand in shaping a philanthropic egalitarian community style galaxy for both the born and manufactured. My mentor and his aspirations are what compelled me to want to be drawn to positive interaction with organics. To cohabit/coexist and counteract the fear of us.”
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Post by Tarble on Feb 2, 2024 12:35:11 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan 394/1,813 A gentle white sheet enveloped Tarble, seemingly coaxing him into a restful slumber during the journey. Yielding to the subtle suggestion, he pulled the blanket snugly around his form. Now reclining and leisurely sipping his drink, Tarble found himself engrossed in EP3's narrative detailing her journey from inception to her current state as an android. Her detailed account captivated Tarble, sparking intrigue as he absorbed the unfolding story. The seamless flow of EP3's explanation, spanning the entirety of her existence, resonated with Tarble. Reflecting on his own life, he acknowledged the presence of elusive and indistinct memories from his childhood, moments that remained shrouded in mystery and eluded clear explanation. “Now I know I have to have a sparring match with EP3, I remember the few moments we were on the battle field and she was able to handle her own. I bet I could learn a lot from her when it comes to hand to hand combat”Before Tarble could pose another question, EP3 began unraveling the tale of her connection with Vlad, emphasizing his role as her mentor. Observing their interactions, Tarble had already surmised Vlad's android nature; though their exchanges were minimal, subtle cues in Vlad's demeanor hinted at an artificial origin. Recollecting a past sparring session on Earth, Tarble vividly remembered his futile attempts to leave a mark on Vlad's impervious body. In that specific moment, Tarble, still in the early stages of self-discovery and combat training, found himself overmatched by Vlad's power. Now, armed with a better understanding of his identity and honed fighting skills, Tarble contemplated a different outcome in a potential rematch with Vlad; a prospect that fueled a sense of anticipation and eagerness within him. “I am curious to wonder if EP3 has any battle experience. The only battle I ever fought was against Kaine which was not even a close in power”
Patiently awaiting the conclusion of EP3's narrative, Tarble seized the opportune moment to pose a question that had been lingering in his mind. "Have you ever faced a life-or-death scenario in battle?" he inquired. The query reflected Tarble's growing awareness of the imminent challenges that lay ahead. As the lost prince acknowledged the encroaching necessity of confronting formidable adversaries, he understood the imperative of gaining valuable battle experience to fortify himself against the looming threats scattered throughout the vast expanse of the universe. Actions1. 2.
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Post by Vlad on Feb 4, 2024 20:18:01 GMT -5
Tarble clearly had his own complex life in his own organic OS he seemed to have quite a frequent buzz of unexpressed neural activity, she patiently waited for anything to act on while she took another sip and let the lightly metallic taste of the systems the water passed through touch her sensors giving the liquid ever so light yet crisp flavoring, she vented a pocket of excess internal heat from her nostrils.
Tarble then posed a question for her. An actual fight? Well she did battle a bit for a friendly contest before and allot of powerful creatures and criminals would have had their way with her if she did not fight back.
“I tussled a bit with criminals and a friendly contest of skill before, so I can do more than wear these weapons for show, Vlad however is better at the hand to hand fighting than I, I prefer the use of and mastery of tools and the odd technique where Vlad is more all in on the brawling and technique side of engagement, I build skill with my gear and legs.” she said “fought plenty of orcs that no doubt wanted to treat my head as a porcelain ball to smash open. Plenty of anti ai thugs with guns and power armor that would not pass up an opportunity to hurt me, and other thugs indeed tested me as well as a friendly match that was longer than dispatching the others. Vlad remains significantly more powerful than me, but if you want to have a friendly match with me, I would gladly say yes<3!”
She beamed again, letting him decide.
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