trans_9 | You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

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You can look, but you can't touch I don't think I like you much

Freedom, what a silly word.

No matter how free she was nothing changed. The constant creeping paranoia, every shadow a potential threat, every blind corner could be hiding an assassin.

But she wouldn't hide. She wouldn't cower! She had been cleaned up, though her hair still hung about her shoulders in untamed tresses of inky black shine.

This ship had to be explored, she had to know as much about it as she could. Knowledge was power and at the moment she felt particularly weak.

After so much time of being locked away, barely moving, not training. Her body had lost it's edge. Her strength and power had waned and she knew it.

Even if she wasn't aware the voices would never let her forget.

And so barefoot and looking lost in more ways then one the pale young girl slipped through the ship quietly watching, learning.

In time her strength would return.

And then the screams of those that had defied her would fill this ship.

Freedom had done wonders for her mood.

((OOC: So since she's just wandering about wherever you'd like to meet her just mention it in your post and we'll roll from there. ^_^ ))

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And Lash was not only a machine friendly girl, she was also a bragger. "Of course it is! I built it." She hit the side of it with her hand, as it scanned and opened the back hatch. Inside, there were a few seats and hundreds of buttons all flashing ominously.

"I hope you don't mind that I drive! I'll get us there really fast."

"Be my guest." Azula mumbled carefully entering the vehicle trying to drink in all the sights and sounds.

"How is this powered." She inquired not recognizing much of the interior.

"Internal combustion unit, powered by a self splicing heating coil," she replied without hesitation, knowing this thing backwards and forward. "It works a lot like a nuclear powered engine, but without the risk of a meltdown if the engine overheats. However the explosion is still just as impressive if it ever got blown up, tee hee hee!" Well, when you put it that way.

She jumped into the pilot's seat and was already starting up a number of controls. The door closed behind them and the neotank stood upright on all of its four legs.

"You might want to sit down. The ride can get bumping in places."

Most of that made sense to her though she wouldn't bet on being able to put one together herself(what the heck was a nuclear?).

Azula took her seat and braced for a sudden start.

"And people where you're from all use these things?"

"No way!" She grinned proudly, stepping on the gas. The legs began to walk off, as it speed away from the city into the elevator to take them the sensorium level. "Most civilians wouldn't know how to use a Neotank if I gave them a manual for it. They're too dumb. I'm the one who invented these tanks...and a lot of the weapons Black Hole used. They only get used for the Wars and training for the Wars."

An inventor and a stratagem. A dangerous combination.

"And what have you accomplished for this war?" An innocent enough question after all if Lash could make something like this what else was she capable of?

"I'm part...it was until I got younger, long story I won't bother, but once I'm back to normal it won't be a problem...part of a team of fighters that wield powers and fight inside giant robots. I helped take down some of the Ohm when they attacked one of the planets. I've disarmed some bombs a while ago too!" She moved up a series of mountains as they talked, causing the Neotank to move a little more drastically.

"The biggest problem with this place is that there's a limited resource of materials. Even a wunderkind can't make everything she wants when there's nothing to build it! But we went on a planet recently and now it's a bit easier. I've been sketching on what I want to do next for the past few days...anyway, we're at the elevator. Next stop, the sensoriums!"

Azula listened quietly and nodded in understanding, "What did you have in mind for your next projects then?" She didn't bother asking about the Sensoriums. She'd find out soon enough.

"Lots of things," she began mysteriously. "Weapons for a few people, seeing what I can do by combining all the technology scattered around here. You know, weapons of mass destruction." She raised a few fingers in the air. "Maybe even trying to build something better than the neotank. It could use a little update from what I've seen around here."

Before she could speak any more, they had arrived at the sensoriums, and Lash pressed the buttons so they could climb out of their (sweet she would say) ride.

"The annoying part is hoping there's one free," she explained. "But I get lucky most of the time." She walked a little and quickly found a free, beckoning Azula to follow her. "Come on, come on!" As they walked in, they came to what looked like a completely white room.

"Here we are."

Azula glanced around unimpressed by her surroundings and squinting slightly. "A little plain and bright isn't it?" She muttered.

Oh Azula...you have no idea what you've gotten into it.

"Well duuuuuuh. At first anyway. Okay um..." she paused and thought. "Gimme an animal. I'll show you what I mean."

Azula did not seem impressed by this game, but played along anyway.

"A mooselion then."

"Okay then watch this!"

Slowly, but surely a creature emerged from the primal voice of whiteness. Lash wasn't sure what type of creature a mooselion looked like, but she did the best she could. A four-legged majestic creature with large antlers and a main of orange golden hair roared, standing there. The front feet were moose-like and the back were lion like, giving it a very odd backwards slant. But it looked very real and alive.

"How's that?"

She was somewhat proud of herself for it.

Well it wasn't exactly right, but that wasn't the point was it?

"H-how...how did you do that?" Was she having visions again? Was this a form of magic or something more?

"That's what the sensorium does," she explained, snapping her fingers and making it disappear, pleased that this person seemed surprised by it. Admittedly Lash had had the same reaction too. She pointed to her head with one hand. "Whatever you can imagine up here," she then stretched out her arms so it could encompass everything, "it can happen here! Like this!"

Suddenly, they were standing on top of a large tower overlooking the old Black Hole Technological City. "Tada! This is my old home!"

Look at all those beautiful cement factories spewing out harmful chemicals into the air. And the tanks. And the war machines. And the planes. And the...well you get the idea.

Azula was properly floored with amazement. She seemed somewhere on the verge of having another panic attack, attacking Lash with anger at not understanding and being amazed. She settled into an incredibly tense sort of acceptance as she gazed out at the technological wonder that had been created before her.

"How is this possible?" Lash had explained what it did but Azula still couldn't imagine the kind of technology required for such a feat. Few could probably but it was still worth asking.

"I'm not sure honestly," Lash admitted with slight disappointment. "But I assume there are lots of holograms involved and something in our brains being affected by it. Hence why I said whatever you think can happen here. It's a good place to make plans and test out stuff, if anything."

That part of Azula still desperately clinging to her tactile mind was already working out ways this room could be used to her advantage.

The out of control emotional side of her however had attempted to reach out and create something of her own and it had backfired horrible.

The world went up in flames all around them, swirling burning raging infernos which Azula found...oddly soothing.

But then...then came the flood. A massive wave that filled the girls view and came crashing down ice cold and unforgiving on them both, smothering out the fire instantly and knocking Azula off her feet. There was no air here! She thrashed and screamed at the current as fury and fear took over. Technically the Sensorium wouldn't let her drown, in fact if she wanted to she could have taken a breath right then.

But in her panic she couldn't notice that. Only the pressure of water all around her, spinning her about. So cold that no matter how hard her heart worked to pump blood to her skin to warm it up nothing came of it.

Suddenly, the water was gone and they stood inside a giant Black Submarine. Not dripping of any water at all, Lash looked both confused and slightly in awe. It wasn't every day you got to see your entire city burst into flames, after all.

"You have issues, lady." To be fair so did Lash. "Remember that it's all a simulation!"

"Easy for you to say." She snapped panting desperately to catch her breath. She was shaking slightly and cursed herself a thousand times for letting such a weakness show so vibrantly. It seemed this room too would be something she had to train against to regain her strength of mind.

"Maybe it's better that you start with something small. The city was just for show, you know."

Suddenly they were back in a white room. "Trust me once you get to master this place, it's loads of fun."

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