2024: The night lights of Rogan-3s' city state, Kazaar, blinks merrily.
The mood of its population, however, is far from that. It is a crime
infested place. The garbage and the outcast fill alleyways, inviting the
unwary to their deaths. No one walks the city at night alone. It was sad
that any beings could go so low, but for the right price and the proper
examination, Dreadstarr would kill. As a bounty hunter, she is the best of
the best and came at a high price. There were a few decent beings in those
graffitied buildings beneath her high rise office. They were the ones who
hire her and she lives very comfortably because of it. She leans back in
her chair and props up her feet on the window edge. The open air, though a
bit foul with pollution, helps clear her mind. The three moons were almost
full, lending an eerie glow to the city. The night sky is surprisingly
clear. It is these lapses, especially the long ones, that are truly lonely
for her. She longs for male company. She had met a most intriguing and
mysterious mechanoid seven years before, through her completed hits.
Deathstalker had wanted to be her friend. Only now did she realize the
profound effect he has had on her. His optics betrayed a worldliness, an
unfathomable wisdom, as well as loneliness. Without understanding why,
until now, she had agreed to be his friend. She wants that friendship
right now. If answering her wish, she feels his presence. She turns toward
him and catches sight of his solidifying form. His red optics gleam from
the blackness of his hood in greeting. Dreadstarr watches him pull the
hood and cloak aside, revealing his midnight blue torso, well muscled arms
and upper legs.
"Hello Deathstalker." the dark purple and silver Dreadstarr smiles
warmly. He walks up to her.
"Dreadstarr," he says in a sensual and gruff tone, "as a friend, tell
me this..." he pauses, thinking out his next words.
"Go on, Deathstalker." Dreadstarr urges, feeling a bit nervous.
"Tell me Dreadstarr, is there a possibility that you could love me?"
Deathstalker asks softly.
She looks into his optics and realizes how serious he is, how much he
needs an answer, "Perhaps I could love you." she says, though her body
begins to react to his close proximity.
"I understand." comes his hurt tone.
There is silence for several minutes, Deathstalker maintains tight reins
on the chaotic emotions stirring his being. He wants to hold her, to kiss
her, to love her.
Dreadstarr looks at his dejected posture. She knew he could be the most
loving friend, if only she'd let him. Her body cries out to her mind,
screaming its desire of him, her feelings swell, manifesting like never
before. She steps close to him and touches his cheek. He turns his gaze to
her optics. The tension is tangible between them as they kiss. It lingers
mercilessly as they hold each other tightly. They break off the kiss and
realize that this is meant to be. A process of methodical armor removal
ensues.
The first rays of sunshine reaches the bed and casts a windowpaned shadow
on the still form of Dreadstarr. Deathstalker kisses her gently on the
cheek, then looks toward the door in the other room as it opened. A
comely, pudgy human walks in, her be speckled face finds him, gave him a
once over.
She murmurs, "Mom is right, men are funny looking when naked."
He cocks his head at her and finds what she says a bit amusing, he
chuckles as he dons his armor. The human, a bit intrigued that he seems
unaffected by her gaze, watches him dress.
"Will Miss Starr be seeing you again?" she asks.
He locks a gaze on her and answers, "As long as she will have me."
The human smiles in obvious relief, he became aware of how much she
cares for Dreadstarr as he psychically touches her mind.
"Hey now, none of that." she says, "Respect ny privacy."
Deathstalker is a bit surprised, Dreadstarr must have done likewise at one
point. The human busies herself at a ancient computer as he dons his cloak
and hood. He drew them to him as he steps out into the next room. The
human pauses to look at him and shivers.
"Say hi to Thanatos for me." she smiles.
"Who's he?" he asks, she looks incredulously at him.
"Surely the robotic death would know the human death." she reports.
"I don't, but perhaps its time we did. Good day, Kay." Deathstalker
waves and fades out.
Dreadstarr stirs. She feels for Deathstalker and knows it will be an empty
one, he did have a job to do. She sighs and sits up. Kay walks in and
looks at her employer.
"That gentlemen you slept with is one fine specimen." Kay states,
"Bet he's got a personality to back it up too. I am jealous."
"Don't be so down on yourself, Kay, your time will come." Dreadstarr retorts.
"Tell that to the few human male scuzballs running around this awful
place. I wish I had been born in Roman times, as least they appreciated
full figured women." Kay sighs. Dreadstarr begins to don her armor. Kay
continues, "I almost forgot, you have an appointment in a half an hour
with..."
"I know." Dreadstarr replies.
"I hate it when you read my mind before I finish a sentence." Kay
grins.
Just as Dreadstarr finishes the last adjustments to her armor, there is a
knock at the door. Her jaw drops a notch as she realizes who it is at the
door, her company enters the office.
"Stop gaping, eh ladies? It's not polite, huh?" the blue and yellow
form states. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hello. I wish I could take
you up on your offer Dreadstarr, but it'd be a trifle difficult, right?"
"Yes, it would. How?" Dreadstarr asks.
"Permission to astral project, eh?" Death's Head says.
She did so and learns of his current stasis, as well as the fact that he
intends to open shop in Kazaar. She doesn't mind the competition, but does
mind his obvious 'superior than thou' attitude.
"Must be off, huh? My partners is a bit.." Just then a young human
male walks through the door, Death's Head gives him a dirty look, and
growls, "Told you to stay in the car, Spratt, yes?"
"Just wanted to.. ooohhh Nelly." the youth gasps as he spots
Dreadstarr, "You gave up her? How stupid can a mechanoid get?"
Death's Heads growls in anger, "None of your business, get to the car
NOW!"
Spratt looks frightened but defensive as well, he obviously has been
treated like this before.
"Gentlemen," Kay speaks up, "let's be civilized."
"Excuse us, pretty lady." Spratt says, removing his hat and making a low bow.
Kay blushes, and Dreadstarr knows that it is from hardly ever getting a
heart felt compliment. Death's Head soon takes hold of the youths' collar.
"I meant that." Kay states sternly, shooting him a steely glare so
poisonous he quickly released Spratt. "Miss Starr, may I have the day
off?" Kay asks.
"Of course, Kay." Dreadstarr answers, giving her a knowing smile.
"Spratt, lets have a chat over breakfast." Kay suggests.
"I'd be honored." Spratt replies, they left.
"Well, I never." Death's Head grunts.
"You never will either if you don't watch that temper. Good bye,
Death's Head." Dreadstarr says, turning her back on him.
He sighs and leaves, closing the door and the discussion.
The mood of its population, however, is far from that. It is a crime
infested place. The garbage and the outcast fill alleyways, inviting the
unwary to their deaths. No one walks the city at night alone. It was sad
that any beings could go so low, but for the right price and the proper
examination, Dreadstarr would kill. As a bounty hunter, she is the best of
the best and came at a high price. There were a few decent beings in those
graffitied buildings beneath her high rise office. They were the ones who
hire her and she lives very comfortably because of it. She leans back in
her chair and props up her feet on the window edge. The open air, though a
bit foul with pollution, helps clear her mind. The three moons were almost
full, lending an eerie glow to the city. The night sky is surprisingly
clear. It is these lapses, especially the long ones, that are truly lonely
for her. She longs for male company. She had met a most intriguing and
mysterious mechanoid seven years before, through her completed hits.
Deathstalker had wanted to be her friend. Only now did she realize the
profound effect he has had on her. His optics betrayed a worldliness, an
unfathomable wisdom, as well as loneliness. Without understanding why,
until now, she had agreed to be his friend. She wants that friendship
right now. If answering her wish, she feels his presence. She turns toward
him and catches sight of his solidifying form. His red optics gleam from
the blackness of his hood in greeting. Dreadstarr watches him pull the
hood and cloak aside, revealing his midnight blue torso, well muscled arms
and upper legs.
"Hello Deathstalker." the dark purple and silver Dreadstarr smiles
warmly. He walks up to her.
"Dreadstarr," he says in a sensual and gruff tone, "as a friend, tell
me this..." he pauses, thinking out his next words.
"Go on, Deathstalker." Dreadstarr urges, feeling a bit nervous.
"Tell me Dreadstarr, is there a possibility that you could love me?"
Deathstalker asks softly.
She looks into his optics and realizes how serious he is, how much he
needs an answer, "Perhaps I could love you." she says, though her body
begins to react to his close proximity.
"I understand." comes his hurt tone.
There is silence for several minutes, Deathstalker maintains tight reins
on the chaotic emotions stirring his being. He wants to hold her, to kiss
her, to love her.
Dreadstarr looks at his dejected posture. She knew he could be the most
loving friend, if only she'd let him. Her body cries out to her mind,
screaming its desire of him, her feelings swell, manifesting like never
before. She steps close to him and touches his cheek. He turns his gaze to
her optics. The tension is tangible between them as they kiss. It lingers
mercilessly as they hold each other tightly. They break off the kiss and
realize that this is meant to be. A process of methodical armor removal
ensues.
The first rays of sunshine reaches the bed and casts a windowpaned shadow
on the still form of Dreadstarr. Deathstalker kisses her gently on the
cheek, then looks toward the door in the other room as it opened. A
comely, pudgy human walks in, her be speckled face finds him, gave him a
once over.
She murmurs, "Mom is right, men are funny looking when naked."
He cocks his head at her and finds what she says a bit amusing, he
chuckles as he dons his armor. The human, a bit intrigued that he seems
unaffected by her gaze, watches him dress.
"Will Miss Starr be seeing you again?" she asks.
He locks a gaze on her and answers, "As long as she will have me."
The human smiles in obvious relief, he became aware of how much she
cares for Dreadstarr as he psychically touches her mind.
"Hey now, none of that." she says, "Respect ny privacy."
Deathstalker is a bit surprised, Dreadstarr must have done likewise at one
point. The human busies herself at a ancient computer as he dons his cloak
and hood. He drew them to him as he steps out into the next room. The
human pauses to look at him and shivers.
"Say hi to Thanatos for me." she smiles.
"Who's he?" he asks, she looks incredulously at him.
"Surely the robotic death would know the human death." she reports.
"I don't, but perhaps its time we did. Good day, Kay." Deathstalker
waves and fades out.
Dreadstarr stirs. She feels for Deathstalker and knows it will be an empty
one, he did have a job to do. She sighs and sits up. Kay walks in and
looks at her employer.
"That gentlemen you slept with is one fine specimen." Kay states,
"Bet he's got a personality to back it up too. I am jealous."
"Don't be so down on yourself, Kay, your time will come." Dreadstarr retorts.
"Tell that to the few human male scuzballs running around this awful
place. I wish I had been born in Roman times, as least they appreciated
full figured women." Kay sighs. Dreadstarr begins to don her armor. Kay
continues, "I almost forgot, you have an appointment in a half an hour
with..."
"I know." Dreadstarr replies.
"I hate it when you read my mind before I finish a sentence." Kay
grins.
Just as Dreadstarr finishes the last adjustments to her armor, there is a
knock at the door. Her jaw drops a notch as she realizes who it is at the
door, her company enters the office.
"Stop gaping, eh ladies? It's not polite, huh?" the blue and yellow
form states. "Just thought I'd drop by and say hello. I wish I could take
you up on your offer Dreadstarr, but it'd be a trifle difficult, right?"
"Yes, it would. How?" Dreadstarr asks.
"Permission to astral project, eh?" Death's Head says.
She did so and learns of his current stasis, as well as the fact that he
intends to open shop in Kazaar. She doesn't mind the competition, but does
mind his obvious 'superior than thou' attitude.
"Must be off, huh? My partners is a bit.." Just then a young human
male walks through the door, Death's Head gives him a dirty look, and
growls, "Told you to stay in the car, Spratt, yes?"
"Just wanted to.. ooohhh Nelly." the youth gasps as he spots
Dreadstarr, "You gave up her? How stupid can a mechanoid get?"
Death's Heads growls in anger, "None of your business, get to the car
NOW!"
Spratt looks frightened but defensive as well, he obviously has been
treated like this before.
"Gentlemen," Kay speaks up, "let's be civilized."
"Excuse us, pretty lady." Spratt says, removing his hat and making a low bow.
Kay blushes, and Dreadstarr knows that it is from hardly ever getting a
heart felt compliment. Death's Head soon takes hold of the youths' collar.
"I meant that." Kay states sternly, shooting him a steely glare so
poisonous he quickly released Spratt. "Miss Starr, may I have the day
off?" Kay asks.
"Of course, Kay." Dreadstarr answers, giving her a knowing smile.
"Spratt, lets have a chat over breakfast." Kay suggests.
"I'd be honored." Spratt replies, they left.
"Well, I never." Death's Head grunts.
"You never will either if you don't watch that temper. Good bye,
Death's Head." Dreadstarr says, turning her back on him.
He sighs and leaves, closing the door and the discussion.