03-25-2016, 07:19 PM
Aiko was starting to get a sinking feeling that she wasn’t going to get out of this without potentially damaging the rep she had built. With her spreading feelers through Camelot, the Dataverse’s underworld had become a second home to her. This guy was no doubt going to be a mercenary in short order… his name spread with hers would either going horribly bad or horribly good. And having a prime owe her collective a favor definitely was appealing as well. It would mitigate at least some fallout. Damned if she didn’t damned if she did.
Lovely.
Squaring her shoulders, setting her jaw and screwing her courage, Aiko pulled on a trickle of chakra and snapped her wrists. In less time than it took to blink, heavy tungsten claws wrapped around her fingers and exposed the barest hints of the chains sealed within the dimensional holes that filled her gauntlets.
“I… I don’t know what a forerunner is or pretty much anything else you said so far.”
That caught the man’s attention and his tongue but she cut into him before he could even start talking. “So let me put this as simple as possible. You’ve been screwed over. Everyone you meet from now on is likely from a completely different universe from you and if not at least from a different timeline.”
“Alright,” The man said carefully. Obviously he sensed she wasn’t quite finished saying her piece.
“I suppose though we need to kill it-“ she paused, sighed and took a mental snapshot of the armored man. His likeness and her situation passed into the network. “And if I die… I need you to give my necklace to a member of the Kyuuei clan, they reside on Coruscant. They’ll be expecting you. Tell them Aiko sent you.”
She only had the dimmest of hopes that she be able to bind her essence to the Black Star chakra crystal when she was on the cusps of death. Without Ururu around anymore, it was her last chance of reviving herself. At the very least a copy of her mind from last night was stored on it. With any luck it would be enough for Hikaru and the others to reconstruct her core self with.
“Still the damn thing looks like it should be the star of a sex flick.” Aiko muttered.
If the worst should happen, she didn’t think she could live down the humiliation of being killed by a tentacle monster. Oblivion might be preferable.
Lovely.
Squaring her shoulders, setting her jaw and screwing her courage, Aiko pulled on a trickle of chakra and snapped her wrists. In less time than it took to blink, heavy tungsten claws wrapped around her fingers and exposed the barest hints of the chains sealed within the dimensional holes that filled her gauntlets.
“I… I don’t know what a forerunner is or pretty much anything else you said so far.”
That caught the man’s attention and his tongue but she cut into him before he could even start talking. “So let me put this as simple as possible. You’ve been screwed over. Everyone you meet from now on is likely from a completely different universe from you and if not at least from a different timeline.”
“Alright,” The man said carefully. Obviously he sensed she wasn’t quite finished saying her piece.
“I suppose though we need to kill it-“ she paused, sighed and took a mental snapshot of the armored man. His likeness and her situation passed into the network. “And if I die… I need you to give my necklace to a member of the Kyuuei clan, they reside on Coruscant. They’ll be expecting you. Tell them Aiko sent you.”
She only had the dimmest of hopes that she be able to bind her essence to the Black Star chakra crystal when she was on the cusps of death. Without Ururu around anymore, it was her last chance of reviving herself. At the very least a copy of her mind from last night was stored on it. With any luck it would be enough for Hikaru and the others to reconstruct her core self with.
“Still the damn thing looks like it should be the star of a sex flick.” Aiko muttered.
If the worst should happen, she didn’t think she could live down the humiliation of being killed by a tentacle monster. Oblivion might be preferable.