5237/Just a bit of wild fun!

Just a bit of wild fun!
Date of Scene:	05 May 2017
Location:	Pandora
Synopsis:	Gaige found a friend in Ferham! A robot friend. The BEST KIND!
Cast of Characters:	1112, 516

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Gaige (1112) has posed:
There were some really nice worlds in the multiverse. Pandora wasn't one of them, as the young reploid would likely discover the moment she stepped food into the portal and was greeted by gun fire from bandits. But hey, at least they weren't dug in, so pretty easy to remove.

The world was bleak and desolate, nothing but stone and sand to keep her company. Well, and off in the distance, an old broken down jeep, that was currently smoking, and the annoyed teenager sitting in the back, splayed out and listening to her tunes.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     The warpgate was unrecognizable to Ferham, so it was perhaps with little surprise she wound up somewhere she didn't recognize as she was dropped into Pandora. It was not far from the wastelands she had woken up in--so one had to wonder if she hadn't been in some part of it initially--a part of it that had spilled over onto that part of the warpgate, anyway. It would have made sense given the surroundings there--and what she was in now.

     There was sand.

     Not the most welcome sight to be greeted with, neither was the gunfire coming her way.

     "Ugh," she raised her wings and turned so as to use them as shields as she tried to find cover--she didn't want to catch a high calibre round in the face, one of them could get lucky and do some real damage.

     "Quit it!" she shouted, before releasing a blast of cryogenic energy directly from her palm--freezing the sand in front of her and building up into an icewall.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
She was greeted by a taunting call. "We're just gonna kill you a little bit!"

Gaige frowned and then... "Ughhhhhh. Someone came through the portal again. Come on... oh, right. Sent Clap trap off already. Welp, guess it's just me! Wooo!"

The bandits kept shooting, trying to blow her up before tossing grenades. "MY SKIN IS A UKELE!" ... What? The most surprising thing was likely when one of them ran AROUND the ice wall and held up a grenade to blow them BOTH up!

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Now normally, Ferham was aware, that most elites wouldn't really try to give random attackers like this a chance to stand down--but she had, and she was feeling the sting of other people probably being right, and she wrong. Well this still didn't sit okay with her--even as she watched the icewall she put up begin to get shot up and crumble bit by bit.

     As the man ran around the ice wall, she realized she had two options--freeze him, and it might explode anyway and make a human slushie--or try to remove the grenade--she opts for the latter.

     WHIP-CRACK.

     The glowing blue length of her whip slings out--trying to knock the device away from the man--after that, well--she'd try to loop it around his legs to trip him.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
The grenade went flying, booming a bit off, not hurting physically, but probably hearing wise. The psycho went down as well. "I can stil ltaste her lovely sweet box!" the psycho raved. "She fed me such tears of ecstacy!" The man then tried to crawl after her, reaching for another grenade on his belt. Holy crud, what WAS this person? And there was more fire and--

Then a loud hum, followed by a metalic screeching sound. Followed by LASERS! And then a gun shot. One of the men attacking her went down, shot through the head by a sniper rifle(his hear arching electricity). The other one was being electrocuted by lasers as Deathtrap, the flying robot, ran at him. Then started slashing. Well, if nothing else, this lured their attention away from her.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     As the man went down, she snapped her whip back and flexed her clawed, gloved hand, peering back at the men with a stoic look, but with just the hint of a cringe.

     "On first date?" she cracked knuckles as she flexed her black taloned gloved fingers, knees bending as her wings spread out at her side and she kicked herself into action as the lasers came at her.

     Ferham as a Reploid possessed superior speed to a human, even to a lot of cyborgs--cybernetic prothestics or the more advanced tattoo sorts--her glove forming a fist as she began to zip between them and deliver punches--trying to knock them down and out without killing them--well, mostly. The gloves were coming off, pardon the expression.

     The headshot surprised her, causing her to pause momentarily and her eyes to widen--but she continued to try taking them out.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
Gaige blinked a few times, letting out a low whistle. Death trap had no qualms about slaughtering them when they were down, though. For good reason, likely. The girl with the sniper rifle stowed it, making the gun de-digistruct into her pack as she walked forward.

"Hey! Girl! Over here! You trying to get yourself killed?" she yelled. "Those are psychos! If you don't kill them, they'll kill you!"

Seriously, though. Those wings. Looked. AWESOME! And her armor was soooooo coooooool.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Ferham was confused as she came to a stop and saw Gaige. For a moment her eyes widened and she might have thought Miss Clokwerk was running towards her--the image of which was then overlapped with Yari--before she realized no, wrong color pigtails.

     "Psychos? So I noticed," she looked down at her glove, no blood--that was good. She hadn't intended to hit them that hard. Her wings folded back behind her, as she came to rest on a spot on the sand, her high heeled thigh-high boots sinking into it just a bit. Clearly not the kind of footwear intended for this, but..

     "Sorry, you reminded me of someone else," she shook her head, realizing she had looked at the girl a bit weird.

     "Are you alright? We should go, they didn't seem very rational," she looked over at her, realizing she was some sort of high-tech user.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
Gaige shrugged. "Nah, what's the rush?" Then drew her shot gun and started SHOOTING them as they started to get up. "Besides! I kind of wrecked the car. Well, over heated it! So like, I'm waiting for it to cool, anyway!"

She yelled over the gun fire. Well, if the other girl had qualms about shooting people, this girl certainly didn't. "You're from off world, right? That cute boy tried to disarm them too. It was cute. Dumb. But cute. Seriously, who does your armor, though? That's some fiiiiiine looking tech you got going on there!"

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Ferham cringed and held her hands up as if to shield herself from the gunshots--but then looked down with a disturbed expression at the now corpses. That was pretty brutal, but they /did/ try to kill her just now.

     "I don't /like/ to kill people," Ferham shook her head, "Or anything sentient, really, but--thank you," she took a deep breath. She wasn't from here, it was true, for all she knew these were like, plague punks, or something--or mutants.

     "I'm Ferham, what's your name?" she asked, blinking a bit at the questions. "Err... I'm a Reploid, this is my personal armor suit, I came with it," she shakes her head.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
Gaige nodded. "Well, they aren't people. They're psychos. There's no mind left in them. If you had seen the things they do to people... well, trust me. You see one of these guys, you shoot to kill. Because if they get their hands on you, you'll just hope they kill you."

"I'm Gaige! What's a reploid?" Holding out her hand to shake it and... if she did, she might notice Gaige had a robot hand too. Also, she'd pull the girl in and... "Wait. Is this armor attached to your skin?" Her eyes would almost glimmer. "Oh my gosh! ARE YOU A CYBORG?!"

Ferham (516) has posed:
     "Unfortunate," Ferham raised an arm like she was showing off her bicep--actually she was just using her other arm to brush sand off her. She would be happy if she never saw sand again.

     "It's a type of sentient robot, not necessarily humanoid--I just happen to be, in my world there are a lot more like me," she replied, green eyes widening at the metallic, silver-skinned hand and arm that she used to shaek hers with. She hadn't been using a heavy amount of grip, so she might seem a bit weak in comparison to the hold Gaige had--and she's pulled closer, her boots struggling to stay balanced on the sand, thanks to not expecting it.

     "Hello to you, too," she said, now peering down at Gaige from inside arm's length.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
Gaige gasped, giving a little sqwee of delight. "A sentient robot? That is the sexiest thing EVER!" And then started circling the girl. "Wait, is that a sub-atomic gravity stabilizer? Ohhhh, is that a tri-focal dihydrogen monorecepter array? DUDE! Do you shoot MISSILES?" she asked, before she started listing off more parts. Many of which didn't likely mean much sense. And she kept poking at the other girl.

Ferham (516) has posed:
     "I fly by something like a 'repulsor', do you know of the technology?" Ferham could even keep up with Gaige, for a little bit--but even her endless parts listing and scrutiny began to overwhelm her, after a while.

     "Well, it's nice to be admired," she smiled a little bit, after taking a deep breath and sigh. "Most humans don't refer to me as such, except for my body shape," she shrugged a little, but didn't seem to take offense.

     "I take it you work a lot with machines, you reminded me of some friends of mine, too," perhaps that was why she was so sweet on the girl as it was, she literally reminded her that much of Yari.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
Gaige snickered softly. "Are you kidding? I'm the greatest mechromancer in the galaxy in this verse. I built deathtrap all by myself. And he's like, a THOUSAND times better than any of that mass produced junk that hyperion could make. And I built him out of the stuff in my garage. Oh, and I built my arm. Pretty rad, right?"

She then snorted. "Who cares about your shape? What kind of core are you running? Oh my gosh, seriously. I would give like, anything if you'd let me see some of your blue prints. And yeah, I almost used a repulsor to keep Deathtrap flying all the times." He de-digistructed then. "But like, I ended up going with an anti-grav unit. Less issues with the sand and stuff, you know? Bit more of a power drain, but it increased the weight limit so I could use a bigger core."

Ferham (516) has posed:
     "It's fairly advanced compared to some of the designs I've seen," Ferham nodded at the arm, looking down at the one she'd used to tug her closer--it was definitely strong. "It's something like that, but it allows for unrestricted flight," Ferham thought about it a little, "Anti-grav is essentially what it is, I also carry a cryogenics system," she didn't move away from Gaige just yet, either.

     "I've been cleaned up a little bit since I came back online, but if you want I could give you a closer look if we could go somewhere else," she smiled. "Somewhere more private?" griiiin.

Gaige (1112) has posed:
Gaige was still circling the girl. Then gasped, her eyes gleaming. "Oh my gosh, yes! I have a full tool box back home and like, a deep scanner I use to fix deathtrap whenever he gets a little too wrecked! I mean, sure, the digistruct solves most issues, but sometimes you got to upgrade, you know? And sometimes the upgrades don't always work right!"

Of course she completely missed ANY and all innuendo at the promise of seeing more deck. Instead taking the girl's hand and dragging her back to the jeep. Another door had fallen off. "Ugh, Scooter has got to get this thing fixed. Good for five hundred crashes my butt." There were no seat belts. And she kind of... almost tossed the poor girl in the passenger seat. And they were off!

And oh gosh Gaige was the worst driver! SHE DROVE OUT OF HER WAY TO RUN OVER SKAGS!

Ferham (516) has posed:
     Ferham found herself being dragged--her boots still planted where they were, but Gaige was pulling her along anyway! It looked rather humorous, actually.

     "I was going to ask you if you wanted a lift--but this works too!" Ferham wasn't too afraid of going places recklessly at high speeds, but even she had to admit that the ride would leave her a bit... on edge. Next time, she resolves, she'll drive.