Tag A-Longs

[Ash]

Ash concentrated on her weapons while the Map downloaded into her Comm, calling on the only two items she knew like the back of her hand. As they re-materialized (she had demateralized them for the public display at the games) she noted to herself that she should consider summoning something else. Strapped to her left thigh, over the ripped stockings which looked like they were cutting into her skin, appeared a dagger in a holster; its handle was oddly thin and came to a pen-like point while its blade was unseen, but the case suggested it had a unique curve to it. Around her arm formed a strange contraption that looked like a crossbow, but made for something larger, nothing was pre-loaded, but she pulls the launching wire back and hooks it into place. Even if it pre-maturely went off it would damage nothing, however it was set up so that her will was the trigger not anything on the device since being uploaded in this game. Finally at her right hip appeared a wicked looking grappling hook.

Inspecting the hook was a bit harder than just a glance, but even if she wasn't preparing herself and was distracted enough for Daxter to consume every detail of her luscious body, she wouldn't try to hide it. The Claw itself was red and covered in runes, not at all differently than the stuff Daxter has seen before through out his world, yet so very different that it was impossible to read them even if he knew how to read ancient text. The cool metal reflected the street light's glow they stood under, it magnified how sharp the hooks really were - this was a weapon, not just a means for travel that was for sure. In six loops dangled the rope, but even the red robot next to them could tell you that it wasn't the usual material. It was glossy black, and 'braided' only occasionally. One might have to touch it with their bare fingers to believe it wasn't fake, but it was 15 foot of course raven-colored hair. The thought could even cross one's mind it was her hair, after all the color matched flawlessly, but Ash's was thinner than it.

As she was inspecting the map the other two spoke.

Daxter frowned, and then put the phone on speaker for everyone to hear. " Jak, explain."

"Well Desman, Torn is my old boss and a friend of mine. He's also a important figure at home as A Commander and rebel leader."

As soon as they begun, Ash was getting flashbacks from the game she'd played. "Oh!" She said, then turned to Desman. A robot with a conscious and feelings? Worse, morality dilemmas. "Torn.." She turned to face the robot she's all but ignored at this point. "I guarantee the guy got nabbed for something that conflicts with the Empire's twisted concept of law, not for killing innocents, or whatever else have you." She paused to turn to Daxter who has the phone near her ear so Jak could hear her as well. "By the way, that guy is a dick." Then back to Des. "Are you coming? Sounds like we don't have a lot of time to weight the options, and really I'm a woman of action." She stopped to wink at Daxter who's brain was wired perfectly to think about the innuendo she was implying.

He let out a feral growl in delight, almost dropping the phone before cupping the receiver and whispering to Jak, "Man you won't believe the body on this girl."

"Dax.." Jak growled, "Please focus on something other than her looks,"

"No promises." Daxter said, this time aloud, not aware that Ash heard all of it and that's why she was grinning. Her face wiped of emotion though and she rose a pierced brow at Des. "We going?"