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 Female x Male Men, Monsters and Machines

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by TQRiver, Jul 9, 2018.

  1. TQRiver

    TQRiver Well-Known Member Member

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    The wheeling of the engine was the only thing she heard in the large metal bird. The girl sat against a pale orange seat, black straps wrapping around her chest and lap. A few others sat in the back of the aircraft with her, another girl and two boys from her town. They looked just as pale and scared as she felt, their faces silent and eyes looking down in their laps. Neda leaned her head back against the cold metal of the plane and let out a sigh, her sound being taken by the engine. There were no windows to look out of, no daylight to stream in and at least give some indication of passing time. It felt like hours, days even, since they had escorted her onto the plane, the boredom having set in awhile ago. In actuality it was only an hour, if that, in the air.

    The aircraft began to land, the sense of her falling flipping her stomach and casting her eyes around the haul. One boy locked eyes with her before she looked away. Her heart hammered in her chest, her palms grew sweaty and she waited. The sound of the engines slowly died as they came to a halt before the cargo door opened onto the concrete ground. Sunlight streamed in through the open hatch and she undid her buckles from her seat. The three others followed suit as four soldiers came from the front of the plane, wherever they had been sitting. The conscripts were escorted off the plane, the sun causing her eyes to squint as she stepped from the metal bird. One hand rose to block it out, eyes straining to see where she was. The cement ground as the first thing she noticed, then the building that seemed to extend forever that was stationed in the center of the compound like a pillar of power and authority. Neda looked up the length of the building, pausing to take it all in. She felt her shoulder being shoved. “Move along, conscript.” A man’s voice prodded her forward and she began walking, falling in line behind the other three.

    It had all started about two months ago. One person had gotten sick, inviting the parasite into their small frontier town. She hadn’t been one of the few infected but her mother had been. It was too late by the time the soldiers had arrived and her mother perished a day after their arrival. Neda had kept her distance from the soldiers, preferring to watch them from affair. She had heard stories of commanders plucking simple girls from towns in order to bed and forget them. The horrors of fighting the evil monsters and creatures that sprang from the earth and sky like locusts. She wanted nothing to do with that, happy milking her cows and not having another care in the world. When the soldiers left everything turned back to normal, after they buried the dead. Her aunt had taken her in, her father having been dead for several years. She had spent that new life looking after her little cousin and figured she could get used to that. Neda had assumed that the rest of her life would consist of living in that town, meeting a man and probably raising a few kids. Simple, yet safe and secure. She had been wrong.

    The soldiers came back as quickly as they had come, names been rattled off like a death note. A lot of the younger people, around her age, had been conscripted, sent off to various bases around the world. Her name had come near the end, with the three other individuals she now marched with. She hadn’t thought anyone had noticed her, having kept her distance and not giving the soldiers a reason to notice her. But someone had. With nothing but the clothes on her back she was loaded into the aircraft like cattle and shipped off to a new life of servitude and fear.

    Neda filed along with the others, coming to a directed stop in front of the large building that stood at the center of the base. Tents littered the ground and a few men and women wandered about, though they all looked like they had purpose. Like the other three conscripts, Neda wore the clothes they had picked her up in. She had a simple light green dress that hugged around her chest and waist and flared at the skirt ever so slightly, making her buttocks look bigger than it actually was. Her arms were covered in a thin cardigan that was open at the front. She wore no stockings or leg protection and instead had a bare of brown sandals that wound up her ankle like the ancient Egyptians. Wavy blonde locks cradled around her face, giving her an almost innocent child like look. She wore little make up, save for a bit of black eye liner. Around her neck was a long silver chain that dipped down into her cleavage, the medallion hidden in her small bosom. Her fingers were adorned with various rings, all of which where different designs and colors and none that matched her dress. The other three were dressed in different civilian clothes. The girl had a tank top and jeans while the boys each wore different t-shirts and jeans, all with proper footwear for living on a frontier settlement. Neda looked around anxiously, watching the stoic faces of the soldiers that seemed to be waiting for something, or someone. Her eyes wandered to the various small construction sites behind them.
     
  2. Crazy Shady

    Crazy Shady Lazy Necromancer Member

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    Nick was anxious. It was the first time that he had used his Rite to Conscription and now four conscripts were arriving at any moment. Thus, Nick was doing what he always did whenever he was anxious. He was in the shooting range, burning through a surplus of ammo. None his shots were missed as lead was thrown into a room of holograms, he had simply been here since he had given the order this morning. He felt better when he was shouldering his gun and it allowed him to not completely waste his time as he was working through an unnecessary state of mind. He wasn't even sure why he was anxious, which certainly did not help matters, but taking the shots was helping.

    The range was built to allow for all engagement distances to get in proper practice against monsters And for Nick, that was extreme ranges down to mid range. So the hologram projector was adjusting the sizes as appropriate, while the room appropriately layered thin sheets of gravity and wind to produce the effects of bullet drop and the Coriolis effect. Sometimes shots were almost detached from the scenario that the room was producing. Something as simple as hitting a parasitic host within a crowd, or disabling a possessed bit of machinery. Other times, it had Nick moving the barrel around from the cubicle he was firing from, shooting at various smaller monsters that threatened to swarm a team, then fire upon the broodmother that was spawning them all. And then others it just required a bit of patience, to hit a roaming, armored monster's softer spot with a precision shot.

    He had just fired the final shot of his fourth box when the screen on his arm lit up, a small notification for what he had been waiting for. He exhaled slowly and stood, turning off the holograms for the cubicle he was firing from. He picked up another four boxes -these full- and carried them over to the quartermaster window. With the boxes out of his hand, Nick quickly worked on his rifle, leaving it intact but removing the firing pin from it. It was a habit he had gotten in to before he even stepped into the unit that he had chosen. The head quartermaster, so to speak, did not mind, but the one behind the counter in the shooting range was a bit dismayed by the fact that they would not have the entire rifle to catalog and clean. Nick didn't care what he thought, however. If it was not against regulations, the rifle would have probably found a place to be kept in his quarters.

    Nick collected his uniform's coat, tossing it over his shoulders lazily as he made his way to the elevator. As he waited for the elevator to take him to the ground floor, Nick took a moment to quickly look at the files. Each settlement within a zone was recorded down to the person. Basic medical information, general information, and family history as best as possible. And when a fringe settlement came back on radar, having their records updated while the parasite problem was being handled was almost as simple as having a drone flying overhead. He had made some notes on the four that he wished to have. The two boys were already slotted to serve as recruits. They were strong, farmer boys. He was sure that once that grew accustomed to it, they'd do well enough in one division or another. The girls had a potentially different fate. One of them was suited to learning the basics before moving to an auxiliary position. Maybe even serving as reserves, depending on how she takes to the basics. But she would need specialized attention if she were to become a real soldier. The other one was going to need quite a bit for anything aside from menial labor, but she was lithe and probably able to fall into line for Spider or Viper with enough work.

    So Nick was down to picking up a challenge, or taking the easy route. He had no time to choose as the elevator doors opened and deposited him in the lobby. Nick adjusted himself under his uniform's jacket and strolled forward with the purpose and confidence required of a battalion commander. Lined up in a row with soldiers flanking them on all sides except forward, awaiting him, were his conscripts. The moment he was close enough to speak without raising his voice, he pointed to the two young men and gestured behind him. "You two, there's a big tent in the back with a bit of trash piled up outside of it. Go there, and have one of them point you to a bunk and where to get some fatigues," Nick said. One of the soldiers stepped away from the lineup as well, the nicer one of the three, and offered to show the boys where exactly Nick had meant.

    With those gone, Nick's eyes settled on the two young ladies in front of him. Challenge or ease.... After a moment, he made up his mind. Nick pointed to the other girl. "Take her to Collins and tell her I didnt forget about her.... She'll know what I mean," Nick said. Another soldier peeled off, the quieter of the three, and led the other girl off, leaving Nick, Neda, and the gruff soldier that had been with them since her town. Nick then turned to the remaining soldier and gestured. "You're relieved. Go relax until your next post." Once the soldier was out of ear shot, Nick turned to Neda. "Miss, I am Colonel Nicolas Courvoisier, but you may call me Nick, if you would prefer," Nick said, gesturing for Neda to follow and leading her into the building.
     
  3. TQRiver

    TQRiver Well-Known Member Member

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    The conscripts all turned their heads to look in the direction of the echoing footsteps. Neda leaned forward past the bodies of her fellows to see him walking towards them, the power and confidence he exuded could be felt at a distance. He was the boss, the commander, the one who changed their lives forever. Neda shuffled her weight on her feet, watching him get closer. She leaned back into line. Her hands went behind her back, her fingers fiddling with the cuff of her cardigan. The soldier’s posture seemed to straighten more so, showing their respect, or was it fear, for their leader.

    Neda watched that slender finger point out at the two men from her town. She listened to their orders, her body shuffling again. A tent with trash around it, her town already sounded better. At least there they were able to remove the garbage from their homes. She watched the soldier step from the group and lead the two lads from them. She wondered if she would ever see them again. Neda avoided the gaze of the commander, instead watching the two walk away to their dooms. She wondered how many actually made it past a year. She watched that finger of doom point to the other girl. She looked at her face, tanned from being outside. She saw her eyes almost sink into her face with fear. Neither of them knew who Collins was but she didn’t sound too nice. Neda turned her gaze to the soldier that stepped forward to take the remaining familiar person form her sight.

    Neda looked at the commander then, her weight shuffling again, unable to maintain a still position for long. Her fingers still fiddled, wringing out the thin material behind her back. Her eyes flickered between the remaining soldier and the commander. Her heart thumped in her chest as he as told to leave them. She had heard stories, of commanders picking conscripts for nothing more than a bedmate. Her eyes trailed up the length of the man. Surely she wasn’t that unlikely. Neda’s eyes turned up to his face when she was addressed, though they wandered to the back of the retreating soldier. She wanted him back, wanted a buffer to being alone with a strange man who had the power of the world on his shoulders. He could rape her and no one would bat an eye. His words fell on deaf ears, his name lost on the air. She looked back at him.

    Neda followed him, her step hesitating for a moment when he turned his back. The thought of running occurred to her but she knew she wouldn’t get far. He would probably shoot her in the back if she turned and fled. Neda looked around the building as she railed behind him towards the elevator he just rode down in. She was silent as they waited for the doors and obediently followed him in. She stood to the side, keeping her distance from the man as her fingers continued to fiddle with the cuff of her cardigan, the material stretched by now. The balls of her feet bounced nervously as she watched the man use his finger like a key. The elevator moved, making her stumble slightly in surprise. No building where she had been needed an elevator and those she had seen didn’t work anymore. Neda looked around the small box, feeling the pull as it rose high into the building.

    Upon arriving at his living quarters she followed him out, still yet to say a word. Her lips parted as she stepped from the elevator, eyes widening at the sheer size, space and view the penthouse had. Without thinking and forgetting where she was, she strolled forward. Her feet carried her to the large bay windows the couch faced. As she went she took in the furniture, more glamorous and wealthy than she had ever seen in her town. Neda went to the window and stood in front of it, her hands no longer fidgeting as the afternoon sun bathed her in its golden light. Her hair almost seemed to glow as it haloed around her. She looked down at the base around the tall building, her eyes casting out past the wall towards the rubble and fields. It looked like the earth was trying to reclaim back its land, the way the trees grew out of broken down vehicles and vines crawled up the length of ruined buildings. Finally, her eyes set upon the large city skyline that reflected in the sun. She had never seen the cities so far close, having never left her town on the fringe of society. Even from the great distance at which she stood, she could tell it was magnificent. Or perhaps that was just her imagination. As she stood there, looking out on the world that was unfamiliar to her, she forgot where she was or who she was with.
     
  4. Crazy Shady

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    Nick was about to speak as the elevator doors opened, ushering them into his private quarters. However, just as he opened his mouth, he could see that his conscript was no longer paying attention to him. He had to remind himself doubly that this was a girl from the fringes, and that he chose the challenge over what he thought would be easiest. He simply followed behind her at a bit of a distance as she moved to the windows, shaking off his uniform's jacket and tossing it lazily onto the arm of the couch. He allowed her her moment of marvel, crossing his arms patiently. But, when he saw it went on for far too long, Nick chose it was time to bring his conscript back down to earth. "Neda, right?" he said, walking up next to her. "If you're able to do well and follow orders, we can see about going to the city, if you wish."

    As Neda's gaze turned to him, Nick began to walk away from the window, choosing to take a seat on the couch where it wrapped around near the window. "I can promise you that. I can promise food -plenty of it- and relative safety. Even comfort and clothes that you wouldn't think of having daily back in your settlement. I was told it was quite small, so I am sure this is all a bit of a shock for you," Nick said, leaning forward a bit. "I only ask in return that you meet a couple of requirements. As a conscript, you are here to fill the ranks, based on the intention of the rite. You and your friends, that is. However..." Nick stopped for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to word this. Though he had her records, they were quite small. So he was not sure how she would react moving forward. "You've been chosen to be my conscript. And what I wish from you is loyalty and hard work when it comes to your new life on the base. As for your life up here... I will not attempt to hide it. What I wish of you that I am not asking of your fellow conscripts is entertainment."

    "To put simply, I can supply whatever you wish for that you did not have before, so long as you work hard and prove to be someone I enjoy sharing my quarters with." With that, Nick waited. He had laid it all out for her, what he expected of her and what she would get in return if she chose to conform and give him what he had expected. The anxiety that he had shot away earlier in the day was starting to creep back, unsure what kind of approach to carry from here on out. He had vague idea depending on her outcome, but nothing past that. It was all up to her now, and what she chose to make of her new situation, one that would not end until he chose it to, or their job chose a different route.
     
  5. TQRiver

    TQRiver Well-Known Member Member

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    Neda didn’t notice him until he spoke, her name calling her mind back to the present. She turned her head to look at him, seeing his face glow in the sunlight before he turned and walked away. She noticed then he had taken off his jacket, something that seemed to calm her a bit. The fact he was no longer in full uniform made him seem more approachable, normal and someone perhaps like her. Her body turned to watch him retreat to the couch. “I would like that.” She admitted to wanting to see the city.

    The girl remained standing by the window, her head tilting slightly to the side as he spoke of riches, treats and anything her heart could desire. It felt too good to be true. Like an apple from the forbidden garden. There had to be a catch. Her lips pursed as he continued to lay it on thick, her neck straightening though she didn’t fidget. Neda may be naïve and as some would say, unintelligent, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew nothing came without a price. Her life had always been about give and take and what she could offer someone else for something in return. Nothing was free.

    ‘However’ stood on the tip of his tongue like the ball about to drop at the stroke of midnight. Her eyes searched his as he paused, obviously thinking the best way to phrase his intentions. Her weight shifted between her feet. Her tongue snaked out and licked at her lips as he dropped the bomb, the catch and her purpose. So she had been that lucky, to get the commander with an aching cock that couldn’t find a woman that would willingly go to bed with him. Her fingers rose and scratch at the side of her head. Neda decided to play dumb, to see how far he would push to get his point across. She wanted him to say it, to be as uncomfortable as she felt and know what exactly he was asking. It might not seem as bad, phrasing it as entertainment when what he really meant was prostitution.

    Neda went over to the couch and sat down, one leg folding under her ass with her dress going pulling above her knee, though she tucked the material down to prevent any slips of the panties. “Well I guess I’m the best for that. I can sing..” Though not very well, but she left that part out. “And people generally like me.” Her shoulders shrugged. Her skills ended there. “I’m sure we can find something to talk about it.” Their lives were completely different, she didn’t see how they would have anything in common but from the stories she had heard and the underlining meaning of entertainment, she guessed he wasn’t too keen on talking. “I like things.” She said, showing she was interested in the proposal, though one she pretended was innocent. He never mentioned anything specific to her but who didn’t want things they couldn’t have before? Neda smiled at him, an innocent, naïve smile.
     
  6. Crazy Shady

    Crazy Shady Lazy Necromancer Member

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    Nick let out a bit of a chuckle at Neda's feigned naivety. Whether or not it was an honest misunderstanding or not, it did not bother Nick at all. His former commander had a conscript, and she did well until his commander's will released her from her service. But his commander was sure to get Nick prepared when the responsibility fell to him, going so far as to explain to some conscripts the specifics of their conditions, whichever base they ended up being shipped off to. "Well, that wasn't all that I was meaning, Neda," Nick said, standing. "While I have in the past been able to, my current position does not allow for much time for a social life that is off the base. Conscription solves that problem for me. You'll be serving as both a soldier and my companion. And unless you wish to start immediately, both can wait for tomorrow."

    Nick strolled towards the kitchen, but he was not silent. "TV, on. News lower right corner, small screen. Movie collection, main screen. Kitchen monitor, debriefings and Kingdom reports," he said, and the penthouse came alive. From a small slit in the ceiling, just above the windows, a screen began to descend, coming to rest in front of the view out towards the city. Once it was fully extended, the screen came to life, a large list of titles simply scrolling by silently, while a box in the corner that was superimposed onto said list began to play the local news. And finally, in the kitchen, a section of the counter opened up and another screen, this time about the size of a computer screen, came out. While Neda could not see what it was playing from the couch, the quiet words of someone reading off various military jargon began to fill the kitchen.

    Nick opened both the fridge and the freezer, staring into it for a moment. "Is there anything in particular you would like for...." Nick called, leaning back to look outside. "... a late lunch? I read that your town did not get much in the way of food supplies past what you could kill or harvest, so I assume something big." He was not being rude, simply stating the facts. Nick was attempting to be hospitable, help her ease into this new life by offering things that he was sure she would appreciate instead of going directly for her secondary purpose on this base. Inside the fridge was a plethora of foods in various stages of preparation. It was stocked to the brim based on Nick's personal tastes, so there was little -aside from the more expensive or time consuming dishes- that wouldn't be able to be prepared for the two of them.
     
  7. TQRiver

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    Neda blinked as he laughed, feigning ignorance at what was so funny. “What then?” She asked, feeling like she was prying the words from his lips with a crowbar. She watched him stand, the foot she had been sitting on moving to the floor with the other. “So you’re a shut in.” She remarked, forgetting he was her superior for a moment. His casualness and lack of a full uniform made her feel more like they were equals. The thought of waiting to do anything until tomorrow brought a smile to her lips. Her body twisted on the couch, her arms resting on the headrest as she leaned her chin down on it, eyes watching him move to the kitchen.

    The soft buzzing sound of electronics moving had her looking back at the screen that slowly came down from the ceiling. Her eyebrows rose as she watched the images flick across the screen. They had some tv, back in her town, but it was usually only one or two channels in an old pixelated image. This was so big, clear and…So much. None of the movie titles meant anything to her but there were so many options. She looked down in the little news box, listening to the woman prattle on about some new attack. Nothing new. They had news in the settlement, one of the two channels. Neda turned back to look at him in the kitchen, seeing the computer screen.

    The girl got up and tucked some hair behind her ear as she came over. Instead of answering on what she wanted she went to the fridge, standing beside him and leaning in to take a look too. “No one we didn’t have any food. You have it all.” She looked up at him with a raised, accusing eyebrow. “Cook me a feast!” Her arms spread wide in a grand gesture before she stepped away, her attention turning to the computer screen. The girl went to it and looked at the screen, her finger going out and beginning to press random buttons to see what it all did.
     
  8. Crazy Shady

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    Nick shrugged. "More like my job makes me one," Nick said simply. "Otherwise I would probably have some lady waiting for me in the city." Nick was truthful. When he was just joining the Kingdom and working his way through the ranks, he spent much of his off time with one group of friend or another in the city. But the closer her got to the commander position, the less time he spent with them. He had even bothered to have a fling with someone on base, but once he was slated for promotion, even that had to come to an end. At the accusing look he was getting, Nick kind of hardened a bit. "Some people choose to pay in produce, and the further into a zone you are, the better the conditions," Nick said. "It isn't my fault your town did not choose to move somewhere closer where supplies are more readily available." He wasn't lying, and he knew the hardships some were facing within the various zones, but that would not stop him from benefiting from his position. Perhaps it was just his upbringing, but it was something you chose if you did not choose to improve your quality of life.

    Nevertheless, Nick reached in and pulled out a packet of ground beef, setting it on the counter. "As for a feast, that will probably have to wait until dinner, unless you can change my mind," Nick said, turning around just in time to see Neda playing with the screen that had come out of the counter. He walked over and gently swatted her hand, stopping her from fiddling. A couple button presses later, and the screen was back to where Nick liked it. "If you choose to cook, then you can fiddle," Nick said firmly but politely. "I just like having something on while I am." Nick then turned back to the meat he had pulled out and removed the plastic that was covering it. "But you can go choose a movie if you want. If you haven't heard of it, just say the title and then 'info'. Probably wont finish it before we're done eating, but once we finish a quick roundabout, we can come back up. And I can think about cooking that feast."
     
  9. TQRiver

    TQRiver Well-Known Member Member

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    Neda scoffed. "That's what every guy says." She waved off his excuse. Most people liked to think that they chose to be loners and if they really wanted a partner or even friendship they could get it. She didn't buy it. No one wanted to be alone. Though she supposed he conscripting her to be his personal play thing spoke volumes that he didn't want to be alone, though did it really count, forcing it upon someone?

    Neda looked at him oddly at the serious tone and defense of his standing. "I was joking." She said, obviously put out that he had taken such a defensive stance. His fridge wouldn't feed the town for long and it wasn't like was forcing people to starve by his own greed that rested in his fridge. Neda didn't look up at him as he commented about changing his mind. She had an idea what kind of mind-changing experience he wanted. "Well, you said I could have as much food as I wanted, if I stayed here." Her nose wrinkled up with mock annoyance as he swatted her hand away. She looked up at him as he readjusted the screen to his liking. "I can cook for us but there is no guarantee we would survive the night." She stepped away from the screen, looking at the packaged meat. "That doesn't look fresh." She had never seen meat cut so finely before. The meat she consumed was fresh off the animal or salted for preservation. Neda looked at him rather amused and almost with a hint of pity as his explanation of the screen. "You ever just not have something on? Enjoy what's around you?" Her town lacked the technology that was here, their entertainment and amusement came from eachother or more basic devices like art, work or simple exploration. She herself enjoyed people watching.

    Neda didn't need to be told twice about picking a movie. His instruction of a roundabout later went in one ear and out the other. She went back over to the couch and plopped down, allowing her body to bounce on the cushion before sinking in, her arms spreading out across the soft material. For a while she was silent, reading the titles and then she grinned. Neda glanced back at Nick in the kitchen before she spoke the title of the movie she wanted to try. It seemed to have an appropriate title to his little tiff moments ago.

    "Hunger Games. Info." She said, speaking louder than necessary but unaccustomed to using such technology. It was an old movie it looked like, one dated years ago. "Play?" She asked, wondering if that was the right command. The girl watched as the movie jumped to life, beginning in a small run-down mining town. It reminded her of home a bit.
     
  10. Crazy Shady

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    As Nick returned to the meat he had pulled out of the fridge, he paused for a moment and thought. With a shrug, he nodded. "Probably not as fresh as what you are used to, but I just restocked yesterday, so it's still pretty fresh," Nick said, moving to wash his hands quickly before beginning to section the meat off into lumps on a flat, slightly indented portion of the counter. He looked up to her at her question, and his face moved to a bit of a dark smile. He certainly was not thinking anything wrong, it was simply the kind of smile when one would think badly of themselves. "My specialization has me 'enjoying' what is around me for days or weeks on end," Nick said. "It's better to have something on than to let myself crawl into that mindset when it isn't required. Plus, this allows me to work while I relaxed." Nick gestured to the screen on the counter with a hunk of the meat. "Incident reports and debriefings from various battalions. Keeps me informed without me having to spend a few hours going over papers."

    As Neda went off to find a movie, Nick finished putting the meat on the flat top. He pressed a button below, and the surface began to heat up. As it was doing so, he pressed the chunks of meat down, forming more or less circular patties. He didn't grab one of the bigger packs of meat, but maybe by the looks of it they would have one or two extra. That is, if Neda was not exaggerating about the amount she would be able to eat. The movie was not one from his collection. Simply one in the base's collection for the troops. Idly, he tried to figure out who would have put it on the list. He never saw it fully, but he had seen bits. Enough for him to have a few guesses as he seasoned and cooked the meat. He was used to making his own food, both on base and on assignments. Thus, he was no stranger to cooking, and, if he said so himself, he thought he was at least decent at it. People wanted him to tend the grill whenever he gave them on base leave after a larger assignment, so he could at least grill and smoke things properly.

    About twenty minutes in, Nick whistled to get Neda's attention. "Burgers are done," he called, washing his mechanical hands again. He began to pull more things out of the fridge: condiments, lettuce, tomato, onion, even a jar of sliced jalapenos. From on top of the fridge, he pulled down a packet of buns and simply dropped them next to the plate of still sizzling burgers before reaching into a cabinet for a pair of plates. If Neda was not so new to this environment, most of this would have been left where it was respectively kept, to be gotten out selectively for whoever was preparing their food. But Nick was willing to still keep to a nicer path with handling Neda, to see about whittling her down a bit in that fashion. Regardless, a few moments later, Nick had a pair of burgers on his plate and had pulled an unopened aluminium bag down -one filled with chips- and began to walk towards the couch, intending to use the coffee table placed in the vague center of the longest and central portion of said couch as his dining table for this lunch.
     
  11. TQRiver

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    Neda didn’t quite like that darkened look around his eyes as he spoke of enjoying his surroundings. It made her uncomfortable and thinking sinister thoughts. Her eyes went to the small screen as he gestured to it, the screen facing away from her and stopping her from seeing what was on it. “Did my town come on there?” She asked, curious of incident reports like her town’s mishap would have gone through during his morning coffee. It added salt to the wound, thinking that while people we dying, her mother was dying, he had been sitting back drinking coffee and eating a muffin while he read what was happening.

    Neda was silent as the movie played, her mind fully encasing the plot. She was immediately hooked and only when the heavenly smell of cooking hamburger meat filled the apartment did she glance in his direction, watching him cook for a brief moment. Her stomach growled and she leaned down into the sofa, her neck resting against the headrest as she lounged. It wasn’t long after that that she heard his whistle, causing her to look over. Neda stood up and went over to the meal he had laid out. Burgers, they had them sometimes though never with so much condiments. Neda watched him prepare his own before she began taking hers. She loaded up on lettuce, tomato and even a few jalapenos, the onions and condiments being ignored. She had taken two burgers, following his lead, and went to the couch.

    Neda looked at the bag in his hands as she plopped down on the couch next to him, though far enough not to touch shoulders or bump elbows while they ate. “We bought chips sometimes.” She said, speaking of her family and her. “Stuff like that was never really stocked so when they were they went like hot cakes.” Neda placed her plate on the coffee table, scooting her ass forward to sit on the edge of the couch. She picked up a burger and bit into it. She let out an audible moan of pleasure as the tastes collided with her tongue. “Amazing.” She spoke, mouth full and with a nod of approval. Her attention turned back to the screen as she continued to eat, finding odd similarities between Panam and their world.
     
  12. Crazy Shady

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    "No, it didn't," Nick said casually, flipping the burgers and raising his voice as Neda stepped further away. His voice did dip a bit, showing a bit of remorse. But he was desensitized to it all. "I was down in communications when one of our new tech guy's found something. Guy's brilliant, we were glad to have him enlist. But he decided to take the satellite situated above the zone and use it alongside some drones he sent out. Cross referenced past readings with information gathered and literally shrieked across the comm room, both happy his program worked and terrified an infestation was encroaching." Nick waited a moment, continuing to cook the burgers. "If it wasn't for him, your town would have turned into a nest, and we wouldn't have been able to know until we walked in with fire and disolvers, just because it was so far out of patrol paths and normal scanning methods."

    Nick was more or less quiet from then on, listening to the reports as they came through the monitor and tuning out the movie as it began to play. At the mention of the bag in his hand, however, he popped it open and turned the mouth of the bag to her. The deceptive nacho scent just barely covering a hefty spice. "I usually only get about four bags per month. But, if you want more, then I can see about doubling that number if you do well," Nick said. With that, Nick began to eat, leaving the bag in between their plates on the coffee table. He was in no rush through the day. The recruits had their.... 'orientation' today, and thus he had no need to go check on them. They had enough to handle after the death sets and cleaning of their quarters. The only thing on his docket was to introduce her to a couple members of the staff and get her medical record started. But, eventually, he was finished eating, about an hour into the movie.

    Standing with a bit of a sigh, Nick spoke again. "Movie, pause. All screens off," Nick ordered, the technology in the room all shutting off at once. He grabbed his plate and what was left of the chips before moving to the kitchen and leaving them both on the counter. Next stop was to his jacket, lazily picking it up and tossing it around his shoulders, barely wearing the thing when he finally turned back to Neda. "Alright, we can finish the movie later," Nick said. "We have to get your medical records sorted, and introduce you to a few people." With that, Nick strolled towards the elevator, expecting his conscript to follow.
     
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    A frown cradled her face at his words. So her town would have gone unnoticed, her family, friends and even her would have died if it wasn’t for the sheer dumb luck of the tech guy. “Ya, I’m glad at least one person was looking out for us.” She muttered under her breath to herself. She was bitter, there was no denying that, but could one blame her? Her mother might have still been alive if they had been paying attention. She decided to focus her mind on the movie, not wanting to get lost in the downward spiral of missing her mother. She had grieved and it was time to move on.

    “Ya, more!” She eagerly said, not willing to pass up the opportunity of free treats. Her hand dove into the crinkling bag and pulled out a handful of chips, placing them on her plate. Hands rubbed together to dust the cheese from them before she began eating her burger, every so often snacking on a chip. When she got a hot one, she stopped eating her lips forming an O shape as she breathed in, the heat feeling like murder on her tongue. “Holy hell!” She snapped, tongue hanging from her mouth like a hot dog. After that, the chips weren’t touched as much, preferring the ability to taste her burger.

    Neda finished her food faster than he did, prying a chip from the bag and snapping off corners of it to taste if it was a good or bad one before consuming it. If it was the hot one the chip was casually deposited back into the bag and another was pulled in its place. Her lack of thought towards proper eating etiquette was all too evident. She leaned back into the couch, her feet curling up on the cushion as she slowly nibbled on chips; dying her fingers orange as her mind began engrossed in the movie. When he stood up her eyes drifted to him, rolling over his muscles and the stretch of his body as he stood. He was a decent specimen to look at, she had to give him that. When he spoke her attention snapped back to the now black screen. “Hey, it wasn’t over!” She complained, twisting in the couch to watch him take his plate and the chips to the kitchen.

    Her chin leaned down on the headrest, a pouting face making her eyes look doe like. “Why can’t we finish the movie now and do that later?’ She asked, not seeing the rush in it. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere. As he began walking towards the elevator, regardless of her temporary whine, she sighed and stood from the couch, adjusting her dress before following after him. “Who are we meeting?” Neda stepped into the elevator with him when it was called. As soon as she got on her hand bolted out and pressed a random button before he could. She stood beside him with a grin on her face, looking up at him. “I want to do it.” She had no idea where they had to go but she wanted to play with it. Her hands folded behind her back as she bounced on her heels, watching the small screen count down towards the floor she had just pressed. “I didn’t know I had medical records.” She said after the silence seemed to permeant around them.
     
  14. Crazy Shady

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    "Because we may not have anything planned for the day, but others do," Nick said, stepping into the elevator. "Besides, we need to get you used to schedules." Nick's finger pressed the proper button at the same she pressed the one of her choice. Nick sighed in a bit of a disappointed way. His hand glided up and pressed his button an additional two times. It was a subtle elevator override that came off as simple impatience. He could already see that discipline would be a major factor in her training. "We'll be meeting the twins today, then maybe going down to see Collins, just so you know where the armory is," Nick explained, before moving on to tackle her next statement. "You don't. Which is why we are meeting the twins, so Dr. Robinson can actually make them. Give you the shots you need, and makes sure you are physically healthy."

    As the elevator went down, it passed over the button that Neda pressed and continued on to Nick's. The doors opened and they were greeted to the sight of a sterile white. It was like a hospital, clean and disinfected. As they wandered down the hallways that they were deposited into, there were glass walls off to the side, showing some people working in labs or in something that was barely better than a cybernetic chop shop. Finally reaching a T hallway intersection, two doors stood in front of them. One of the left, which had a plaque reading 'Dr. Robinson, MD.' while the plaque on the right door reading 'Dr. Robinson, PhD.' Below each of the plaques were clipboards, denoting a line when it came to patients. At the top of each of the clipboards was a bit of graffiti reading 'Thing 1' and 'Thing 2' respectively. From the looks of it, it was something that someone had attempted to remove, but it continually got placed there.

    Nick curved to the left slightly and pushed open the door for Dr. Robinson, MD and led Neda in. "Hey, Thing 1, brought the conscript," Nick said as the two of them entered. The interior of this room was almost like a patient room in a doctor's ofice, with a bed like table against the back wall and cabinets lining the rest of the walls. It was not as lab like as the other rooms, but it seemed to be stocked to serve as a examination room, complete with a divider on wheels, to give some patients some privacy. Currently, a man in a lab coat and a pair of what could only be nurses were helping a heavily modified soldier to his feet. He looked beaten and bruised, his limbs not completely finishing their movements. It was obvious he was injured and some of the modifications were new. It was most likely a checkup.

    "Please don't encourage the rank and file, commander," The Robinson brother said without turning around, continuing to talk to the soldier instead. "Be sure to check in with my brother. The readings look fine, but your cybernetics are too sluggish, and make sure that you are taking the medication until your body grows accustomed to your new processor." The soldier nodded, before saluting to Nick and excused himself from the room. Robinson finally turned to Nick and then to Neda.

    "She needs a full exam. Whatever you need for a proper medical record," Nick said, moving to the side and plopping down on a stool on wheels.

    The Robinson nodded and then smiled at Neda. "Good afternoon, I am Dr. James Robinson. Shall we get started?"
     

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