LOTUS Part One: A Space Colony RP

"I-I wasn't given a phone. Is there some software I can use instead, since I seem to be part-computer or something?" She pulled up her display to make her point as she followed. "A-and I already told some of the lizards about where I'd like to live."

Anthea stopped by the station near the awakening chamber. After gesturing to a few deacons she picked up a rectangular slabb of technology.

"Kyrie, see if you can upload the software on this. Your hardware is probably sufficient, but you might want to keep it just in case."

She froze time and fiddled with it.

"My number is on here already. And so you have picked out a place. It should be prepared by now, so you can check out your new home. Access is in the software."

She turned back to her own phone.

"Any reason you want me along? I can meet you somewhere. Maybe Kyrie wants to come too, what do you say?"

She looked at Kyrie as she said that last line.

"We would be happy. Can you come to the apartment?" He queries.

Looking at the time on his phone, Jerus counted down. "I'd give it about seven more seconds." Three seconds later, the apartment complex containing the black market haven blew sky-high, flames and debris scattering far and wide. A few pieces of the now-charred building landed nearby, and more crashed into the building behind him.

"Really, that far off with the timing? How much did I drink tonight? I shouldn't be that far off. Ah well, point is he died. Can't have things like him running free. Too bad I'll have to wait a few days for the transaction to be refunded over his death. At least I got a free experiment again. It's nice being able to do this now that I figured out how to get the bomb inside them while maintaining the destructive potential. Had to keep the old ones on careful watch, put down the uncooperative ones... Such a drag, but I can't let these freaks run wild."

Sipping his drink again, an automated cab pulled up. Walking in and inputting the directions and fare, he chuckled. "Heh, I remember hearing they used to have people working these. That'd probably make it a lot harder for me to get a ride, if there was some idiot operating this. He'd probably see the explosion and refuse to drive me so he can get himself away. Heh."

Thinking back to the man's mentions of his friends and family, and Geraln's mentions of his own, Jerus sighed. "I wonder if being morally consistent would be better? Then again, this is probably the kind of thing I should think about sober. Yeah, I'll do that. Go to sleep, wake up, hopefully sober, think about morality as I check on the bastards I haven't killed, and check account for funds. Sounds good for now."

Emar sighed. "You punch me and then force me to buy you dinner?" He somehow ran a hand through his hair while in the headlock. "Such a drag, but fine."

Phil coughed, "doormat. I mean... Nice bro!" He flashed the thumbs up at the end.

Emar touched his cheek. "So this is what humans call affection?" He thought. He felt nothing inside, but felt touched a bit.

Phil chuckled. "I knew he was the right guy all along!" He crossed his fingers, "What a dominatrix...." He thought with a sweat drop. He felt sorry for the poor guy. Even more than himself.

(Hnm, a text? Turn on the news?) he does so. (An explosion. Crap I can't go there without blowing my cover, and theres so much organic matter there for the taking.) he then began softly banging his head on the nearest wall.

With time stopped, Anthea jumped up into the wreckage. Stationary fire was something she'd never get used to.

Alright, spend a few minutes here, scoop up clues, send them to processing, that should give me a few hours with Kyrie and/or Ronald, assuming my ship isn't ready until tomorrow.

She set a teleportation signature for some water over top of some of the fires around. It hung in the air like a viscous floating goop. Her friction-less frame slipped through smoke like she always slipped through the air around her.

There were people in rooms still. Taking a good long look at the hallway, she jumped up to some falling beams suspended in the air and gave them a good hard shove. She similarly shoved the debris blocking some room doors. She gave each door a swift kick that would eventually force them open and etched arrows into the wall and ground towards the direction of the nearest exits.

Carrying on, she found a hole in the lowest floor, leading to some kind of basement. Perfect. There was nothing much intact inside since the blast seemed to have come from here. Any little bits of tech, computer parts, things like that, she arranged a teleportation signature on them so they'd get carried away. Glass shards with which to recreate fingerprints. Stains on the walls. The same goes for what she could only assume to be bits of burnt flesh. The ruined equipment around was definitely meant for cybernetic use at one point. You could tell by the blast shadows on the walls

Like I thought. Black market dealers again. They're getting bolder now that you can blame a LOTUS. Straight up terrorism is not a welcome change.

Her thoughts were distracted by what looked like a humanoid figure covered in burnt ash. Quickly, she slowed herself back down.

"I'm here to help! Are you ok!?"

Upstairs, water materialized and put out fires, debris changed falling trajectory and formed a neat little path for people to escape with through their newly opened doors. A multitude of objects disappeared from the basement level as her voice finally reached the figure. It didn't seem to like it.

"EYGRAAAAAAAH!!!!!!"

Anthea jumped back. An experiment? No. Better. A witness.

"Can you hear me?"

"BROOOOOOOOOAH!!!!"

The experiment suddenly began to hunch over, revealing Draxan-style plating on its body and hunched armadillo-ish back. Through cracks in its ashen skin it glowed a fiery red and orange that intensified with a harsh sizzling noise.

"It's ok. Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you."

It opened its eyes and stood up tall, the crystals on and beneath its body erupting in an all encompassing massive blast of heat. Anthea froze it and evaluated. A heat blast like that couldn't go through the floor or ceiling, but nothing in this room could be used as cover. Time for reinforcements.

The explosion swept the room that was freshly devoid of Anthea. The experiment let out another roar, seemingly in frustration.

So, she has finally come... Alpha and Omega meet at last.

Omega calmly watches the ship enter the atmosphere from his perch on the mountain peak. Strangely, he felt a pang of excitement. If anyone could understand him... It would be the First. If he could convince her to join him... Then his job would become that much easier. Still... Why does he feel so... Uneasy?