Post by Sean Wyvern on Aug 4, 2014 15:12:16 GMT -5
Not only had Sean's "vacation time" been spent chasing down mad Mechanoids. Not only Had he almost be crushed, creamed, and crashed into an Uncharted world, not only had he dealt with murderous mutant things, and not only was he streamlining into the eye of a stormy planet that had death written all over it, but on top of all that, he had to deal with a hostile tension so thick it could be used to slingshot a boulder into a skyscraper.
Kairu and Nyx were like two siblings who just had a fight over who gets to drive the car to the mall. Their silent glares and sneers at each other were driving Sean man. He didn't even have to turn towards them to vividly see every daggered glare and provoking smirk that was exchanged between the two. It was like he could feel the negative energy sparking through the ship like the lightning that surged through the dark clouds below.
It had been like this every day since Kairu awoke. Sean placed no blame on his companion for the harsh feelings. Nyx's creatures did almost kill him. It was also easy to see that Nyx fed off the negative energy and would throw it right back at the swordsman if not only to provoke him.
She was definitely a strange person...
Even after a nice, pleasant conversation, Sean could still tell she wanted to kill him. If only to prove to herself that she retained some shred of control over this situation, she would slit his throat the moment she had the chance. This thought didn't anger the soldier. It left him feeling defeated. No matter how much his young heart wished that kindness bred kindness, life experience taught him the opposite. Only hatred bred more hatred. Kindness was seen as a sign of weakness. The kind were underestimated, and viewed as the easy takedown or a stepping-stone to those with ill intentions. He wondered if they both thought of him as weak. He wouldn't be surprised. Kairu, with his powerful weapons and warrior heart; and Nyx with her monstrous form and ability to control her pets, anyone would view Sean as the weakest link.
The thought caused a smirk to cross his face; one possibly hidden by the darkening bridge as the descended into the eye of the storm. For as long as he could remember, Sean had always been underestimated. Even as he trained in the Alliance's accelerated Super Elite program and constantly held the highest ranks in his class, he was always looked at as the empathic fool. There was just nothing he could do about the opinions of others. It worked to his advantage, in a way. No one would pay much attention to him when it came time to perform. It made it much easier to take all competition by surprise.
And he'd made friends.
All the weapons and intimidation in the galaxy could be as worthwhile as the bonds he'd formed with his fellow soldiers. It even awarded him a special little friend, Simmian, who sat with his reptilian tail plugged into the dashboard next to Sean. The mechanical chameleon was a huge help in piloting the large craft, and a great companion to have next to him in such tense situation. Sean reached over and rubbed the underside of the reptile's chin. It lifted it's head, simulating a positive response, and Sean smiled lightly.
The ship rattled as the punctured the first layer of the planet's gravity. Simmian flashed a deep purple for a moment as he stabilized the ship. Small as he was, he had the power of a super-computer. Simmian, if left to his own devices, could pilot this entire craft. His programming was to optimize the ship's survivability in any environment. Whichever courses plotted, or environmental hazards presented, Simmian would make fine-tuned adjustments to increase all success and safety ratings. He was the manifestation of the ship's will and conscious when connected with it. He also made a great pet, and Sean couldn't help but treat him as such.
From rubbing his chin, Sean distracted himself by petting the creature's smooth, metallic head. Simmian responded by pressing himself against Sean's hand, and the pilot let a small laugh escape.
Engrossed in caring for his companion, he missed his captive's request for her weapons. His ears heard her words, but his mind decided not to register them as of yet. It was then that he felt the presence of Nyx befall him like a heavy shadow. As if sensing a haunting spirit, he felt a chilling blanket of nerves encase his back. This chill only intensified as she leaned over his shoulder. "I'm willing to barter for them too." A calming breath relaxed the pilot as he felt the woman's presence. Why was it that the only women ever to get this close to him wanted to end his life? "You want proof of the Mechanoids to whoever the hell you work for? I'm sure the more detailed reports from an expert will be much better then a pile of wreckage and spoken word. I want to find out what makes them tick, and knowing this might make your cause a little more believable.""
There was something Sean needed to know before he'd even consider handing over her weapons. She used information as a bartering tool, but the young soldier had no intentions in taking any foolish risks with her around. He wanted to at least see the Mechanoids; to judge their threat level with his own eyes. What would be the point in her information if these things weren't a threat? Besides, whose to say she wouldn't turn on them immediately after gaining her arms back?
“Patience, Nyx.” It seemed sarcasm was her favorite language, so he decided to match her tone in order to better communicate with the spider-woman. “If everything goes well, you'll get your weapons, your Mechs, and you're freedom.” Sean had no intentions on betraying anyone. His primary mission was to verify that there are sentient Mechanoids on this planet. The only reason for Nyx's capture was to heal Kairu. As far as he was concerned, he didn't need her anymore. Transporting her to this new planet was an act of pure kindness on his part.
He doubted she'd understand, or appreciate the sentiment.
“If I need anything else from you, I'll let you know.”
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OOC: Totally didn't mean to type that much, but I just kinda got into it, lol.
OOC: Totally didn't mean to type that much, but I just kinda got into it, lol.