2317/Fire and Iron

Fire and Iron
Date of Scene:	04 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gothic Lolita, Gamora

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Gothic Lolita has posed:
    As promised, Rizen 3 does, in fact, have satellites where weapons are allowed, for training purposes. Mostly, this is for those who like to relax with target shooting, or playing action oriented tactical or combat games, or who like testing their skills against other people. Because there's a wide range of power levels involved, they have several, in fact.

    Loli has booked time at the most durable of the three nearby stations, and let Gamora and Angela know they had it for the weekend. Apparent the petite gynoid blew a good chunk of her cut from the recent adventures of the Milano on it. But then, she'd say she spent it on an enjoyable and challenging time with her crewmates.

    The space itself is fairly plain....a large facility, a football field roughly in length and width, with heavily armored walls overlaid with an advanced holographic unit that would make the Danger Room sigh in jealousy back on Earth. There's a variety of practice weapons available as well, and scenarios for people to try out, anything from a city scape, jungle combat, or even a simple dramatic one-on-one fight on pillars of rock over a lake of magma.

    Lolita has arrived a bit early to when she told the others they could come by...in fact, she thinks to extend the invitation to the others on the Milano as well. She doesn't -think- the Captain or Viri and Indigo will want to do it. But she could be wrong. She's trying to familiarize herself with the controls, in the meantime.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora hadn't just come. Gamora had come towing a rather large levitating cart, stacked with several crates. Each, loaded with guns and weaponry that would need to be calibrated properly. It is likely that she'll be spending an entire day just doing this. But she's also brought her sword, which is slung over her body casually. The woman seems almost at peace in this sort of odd busiwork. But then, the entire crew of the Milano were a bunch of oddballs, including the recently added gynoids. The fact there were three of them, if one included Viridian, was also something that had struck Gamora as interesting. But she hadn't really dwelt on it.
    Presently, she leaves the cart to linger on it's own, knowing that nobody will be bothering them, and thus making off with the goods so to speak. "Good thing you found this place. We can get a lot of work done."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita's lips curve up n a faint smile. "I would like to think it isn't all work...it's enjoyable to be able to stretch my full potential without...well...breakage." She peers over at the jade-skinned woman. "I'm sure you have similar problems when training? This is certainly beyond the sort of facilities I had on my world." She turns, stepping down...still wearing the almost swimsuit that represents the local fashion. "What type of training did you wish to start with? And do I need to change into some sort of armor?" she wonders, peering down at herself. "If we are not holding back, then I'd prefer to keep my remaining outfit intact." Her eyes twinkles as she says solemnly. "And it might be distracting for other crewmates if I fought in the nude."

Gamora has posed:
    "That depends," Gamora answers briskly, "On what sort of training you want. I am proficient with any weapon in these crates, and several thousand more. As well as an overwhelming percentage of martial arts used throughout the Galaxy."
    She considers Lolita's suggestion that a place to train is 'difficult to find', and she nods, once. "Now it is more difficult. But, our jobs, and Peter's lifestyle give me plenty of opportunities, I suppose." She doesn't bring up how, previously, her training exercises consisted of essentially beating the holy shit out of her sister for Thanos' approval.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita clasps her hands behind her back, looking thoughful. "I'm open to many things, in terms of training. What do you think would be best to start with? After all...part of this, I presume, is you determining if my cutely coiffered self is capable of the sort of combat potential you may demand." She smiles gently. "So...I suppose...what would you like to do to test me?"

Gamora has posed:
    "If you do not wish your garments damaged, there is a suitable piece of body armor in the top crate for you that I've fashioned. You may make use of it," Gamora tells Lolita, factually. "We will test your hand-to-hand abilities first, if you leave it to me to decide. Since I have never seen you in battle before, and you have stated a desire to be up and in the thick of things."
    Gamora, afterall, is nothing but practical in these matters. "You may set the holographic field to any planetary selection and any enviornment selection you wish."

    The armor is a simple, full body piece of some creatures hide fashioned into a leather, full body suit that will well fit Lolita's size. It's not quite as hardy as Gamora's, but then, there hasn't been time to do it properly either.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The little gynoid nods thoughfully, then moves over to touch the controls. A moment later, the system powers up. You're in a wide, open area, covered with mesas, with somehow no one within visual distance. Basically, picture the battleground in Dragonball Z. She hops over, walking to the stack, then hops up to the top of the cart, opening the box to search.

    "This one? Hmm..." She pauses, then unties her dress, sliding it over her head, leaving her briefly in just her panties, before she starts manuvering into the armor. Presuming it's not too hard to seal up. "Oooh..it's...a little tight...across the chest..." she admits

Gamora has posed:
    "A loose garment gives your opponent an opportunity to grab, clothing to snag," Gamora lectures, matter-of-factly. She does not set down Godslayer, though. There are somethings which are just too scared to let sit around.

    Gamora glances around herself, the desolate landscape of the empty half destroyed cityscape. She's been on worse worlds. It fits. She nods, once.
    And that is the only sign that Lolita will get from Gamora. The woman is serious in her training -- and maybe that's because Lolita has bragged or insinuated she can take much of what Gamora can dish out. At least, to sustain such damage, and deal it out in return. The distance between Gamora and the petite gynoid is closed far faster than ought to be possible, Gamora is quick on her feet - enhanced biologically to be physically superior in every possible way, as she moves low and then pushes her body, and a flat palm upwards into Lolita's chest to knock the girl back.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita's eyes flick towards the sudden movement as she shifts, one leg sliding back, before she plants, her left arm snapping up in a circle to redirect the strike towards her chest as she twists, her fingers curling into a fist as she slams her other hand at Gamora's side, before she tries to leap back, then snap a quick shot towards Gamora's face as a feint. "What, no bow?" she says, her eyes shimmering as they change from her normal serene blue, to a circle of glaring orange red, a vertical slit runing down them as she flips to combat mode.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora is taking mental note, as Lolita manages to block the simple strike and she shifts gears from beginner martial arts mode to something a bit more advanced, just a few notches up from your basic martial arts skills. She notices, too, the orange-slits and the shift of eye-color. At the very least, she's getting an idea for what her new crewmate is capable of.
    Gamora continues the assault, pressing forward, and this time she moves around Lolita's side, reaching into punch -- but the punch is a feint, designed to get Lolita's arm to block so she can grab the wrist, wrench it upwards and levy a brutal kick straight into Lolita's exposed side.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    And Lolita's style...shifts, as she shifts, and this time, instead of another circlular block, she opts to catch the fist, then try to jerk Gamora towards her as the kick lands, Lolita's body jolting but without a sound of pain as she tries to pull Gamora into her oncoming knee. She -felt- that. Interesting. Gamora is stronger than she thought. Much stronger....

Gamora has posed:
    There is a reason that Gamora was named -- not by herself, but became known as The Most Dangerous Woman in the Galaxy ... as she's tugged towards Lolita's knee she leaps high, above and flips in the air to avoid that knee-shot, twisting, in a highly advanced martial arts move from a planet that probably doesn't exist anymore after Gamora served Thanos' will on it.
    In the same move, she also seeks to grab Lolita's neck from behind -- and were this a battle? And if Gamora isn't countered? Lolita's neck would be neatly snapped. Luckily, Gamora is merely demonstrating.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita stops at the sudden movement ends with Gamora behind her and her neck in a lock then immediately drops into a crouch, tucking her chin and shifting with mechanical grace and precision to slide her left leg behind Gamora's legs, as her left elbow slams back, aiming at her ribs as she twists, trying to trip her back and away. She's definitely...or at least her reaction speed is near instant, though she's certainly superhumanly fast beyond that. "Not effective normally without your strength..." she notes. She really didn't need to tuck her chin..it's just programmed into her. Hmm. She'll need to adjust that later.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora pauses in her attacking, tilting her head as she steps back. "You do not seem to need training," she surmises, mildly. "You clearly have an adaptive feature and appropriate speed to be a formidable hand-to-hand opponent." The woman in green looks towards the smaller woman, assessingly. "I am uncetain as to what I can offer you."
    Gamora, straight to the point, and, more used to assessing her own weaknesses and those of her opponents. Not so much her allies.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita steps back as well, giving you space respectfully. "There is always room for improvement. My combat routines are based on Terran martial arts, as well, which assume a humanoid form. I would imagine you know much more adaptable techniques for more unusual species? Also..." She smiles. "It is always good to train with someone who is a master. I have a good variety of manuvers and techniques, but I do not have the experience of knowing how to mix and match them to fit different situations."

    "You obviously have the experience and mastery both, as well as the strength and durability and speed to always be a challenge to me." She scratches her cheek. "...and I enjoy being...tested? It's rare I can find someone at my level of power that makes me want to...mmm, keep up with them. Or pass them." She smiles at the other woman. "That said, I am only a hand-to-hand combatant by training. I have very basic routines when it comes to melee weapons or ranged weaponry, and I have a low knowledge when it comes to available weapons I may encounter while serving under you."

Gamora has posed:
    "I know a majority of the martial arts within the known Galaxy," Gamora agrees, "Including Terran. And how to adapt them. I used three different styles on you, all of which you countered effectively, while sustaining minimal damage. And, I increased the difficulty of attacks with each successive attack. You did well. If you wish to continue, we can. But I have to warn you, I do not have a -," she considers, "Experience. Training. When I fight, it is to win. It is all I know how to do."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita says, with a faint, almost zen smile on her small rosebud lips. "That is sometimes the best type of training...provided you're likely to survive the experience." She cocks her head. "So...you did not have a traditional instructor? I"m sorry, I do not mean to pry. I just don't know much about you at all." She pauses. "...or do you of me, as I think on it. How very rude of me. Do you have any questions you would like to ask of me? I don't believe I have anything I would want to hide."

Gamora has posed:
    "I did not have a traditional instructor. My sister and I were pitted against each other continually, so Thanos could discern which of us was the best to assassinate and kill his enemies. The one who won earned training. The one who lost -- was altered, to be better." She does not further elaborate. "I did not lose. And my sister barely survived the experience. Should you ever meet Nebula, you should be aware she is a significant threat."
    Gamora begins to walk, unable to remain still for too long. "You have told me that Terran's built you to be a superior android and act as a measure of assassination and protection for their planet. We are not unalike."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Loli frowns thoughfully as she considers. "It would be better to say they built me as an expendable weapon of mass destruction based on advanced technology they didn't completely understand melded with that of a design intended to mimic human behavior seamlessly, then were socipathic enough to not realize what would happen when they then gave me a primary directive requiring complete loyalty to the stated purposes of Project Livewire." She tilts her head. "...it didn't end well for them." she admits. She walks, skipping a bit to catch up, her hands clasping behind her back still. "My brothers and and sisters and I are the only designs of my type that will ever be built. I'm not even sure if I could be upgraded, or if I will eventually be the equivalent of a very cutely dressed technological paperweight."

Gamora has posed:
    "Is a paperweight a Terran weapon that you wish to emulate?" Gamora seems to be sincere in her question. But, she seems to at the very least understand where Lolita is coming from. "You clothing attachment is part of your programming, then?" At least, this is what she thinks. Or, presumes. Because, Terrans.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    That brings a flash of a smile. "A paperweight is a very heavy object whose only purpose is to hold down thin wafers of tree celluose that are still used to contain information. A doorstop is a similar otherwise useless, heavy thing that holds doors open...in either case, it would be appropriate for an obsolete piece of hardware at times.

    She tilts her head, walking with a delicate grace, one foot ahead of the other. "My clothing? Well...." She ponders. "Livewires like myself are activated in what is called a 'stem cell' mode. We have a primary function, but we are at the basic settings for our emotions and personalities. All the necessary elements of a mind, with emotions and desires and needs, but without a developed personality. Or a name, normally."

    She glances over at the other woman. "Our creators didn't care if we had a personality...as I said, they were very sociopathic. A personality, or 'humanity', was intended only for infiltration purposes." She smiles. "But, we develop them, and since we didn't have names, only numerical designations, we decided to chose our own, based on what we felt most suited us, or what we liked. My exoshell is actually capable of being modified to display a variety of features for when we are attempting to get close to a target. I had one where I took on this form..." She gestures to herself. "Where I needed to wear this particular fashion. I found it..fascinating. Complex, and frilly, and so many different designs, and a....serene, reserved, and elegant attitude, that I appreciated. So I made this form my 'normal' setting, and took the name Gothic Lolita."

    She tilts her head again, blue eyes peering over towards Gamora. "My siblings have similar names, those who were active...Social Butterfly, Hollowpoint Ninja, Cornfed, Homebrew, Gunbunny, and the like."

Gamora has posed:
    "There are many such entities in the Galaxy. Corporations, desiring a modicum of insurance, be it through enforcement, or protective statures to guard their secrets. Some, like those that your friend Coco are working for, employ outside assistance when necessary. It's often cheaper, and more cost productive. My services were - fairly expensive. Until I joined the Milano." Gamora shrugs, "I know about loyalty, however. Mine is no longer so blindly given. I will not stand by and be betrayed again." Which might explain at least in part, why Gamora is so guarded in somethings. LIke, how close she's letting herself get to anyone, emotionally.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    The petite gynoid nods slowly at that. "I see. Yes....that's wise. It's hard to find people to trust." She smiles ruefully, turning her gaze back ahead as you walk. "Really, before I came here...there had only been my siblings as my family. I had never been able to have a friend outside of that." She smiles, a bit fondly. "They are good people. Even with their flaws." Her eyes flick over to Gamora. "...you find it so, too? The Captain and the rest must have done something impressive to make you willing to give that loyalty."

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora turns, stopping in her forward momentum to regard Lolita. "The Captain has done nothing impressive," Gamora states, matter-of-factly, and somewhat defensively. "It is merely the most convient place for me to be right now. And I will remain, as long as it continues to be so. I have a ship, missions, and a purpose."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Those blue eyes meet yours, before a brow rises, her rosebud lips quirking slightly. "Ah..." she says, that slightly amused at the world look she gets occasionally twinkling in those eyes as she halts with you, turning to face you more, clasping her hands in front of her. "I can understand this, though I feel I would stay here because..." She considers. "Because I feel I belong. It's...odd to me. To feel that way about people other than other Livewires. But..." She smiles at Gamora. "I am happy that you happen to be here, then. And that our missions and purposes coincide."