trans_9 | Aim to Win [Closed, pre Beyond the Sea Plot]

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Aim to Win [Closed, pre Beyond the Sea Plot]

The excitement of the poddrop had died down after a few days and Lash found herself back to her usual routine on the ship. It was rather amazing how much she could manage to do each 'day', from working in the labs, to shop management to training in the sensoriums. Truthfully, everything served to keep her occupied, which was an excellent thing--if Lash ever got bored anywhere it was a sure setup for a disaster of terrible repercussions. Probably explosive ones. Speaking of which...

"Fire! Fire!"

One of the ship's sensoriums was now being taken by her as she played it wisely and used it to tested out various prototypes before building them. They'd come out with a lot of robot parts to build thanks to SHODAN's rampage, and she was going to make the most use of what she'd gotten. With a typical Lash twist and flare, of course.

The soldier obeyed and fired the first cannon with a button press, the cannonball flying out and landing far away. Lash kept tabs using a CO pad, analyzing how the prototype fared. Upon landing, the cannonball opened itself up amongst the surprised enemy soldiers and turned into a small robot with turrets built on each side.

"Tee hee! It works, it works! Now, if I adjust the energy here, I should be able to build a small army, and that would be useful to aid during away missions..."

As she was about to approve it, the robot exploded. Soldiers, trees, dirt and burnt robot pieces flew into the air, landing close by.

"Oh oops! Hmmm...better not put that much energy into that one. The crew could lose a few arms and legs like that!" She said it with such a calm voice too, even if she was speaking to no one but herself and the nearby soldiers. With a small flick, she brushed off a piece of cracked robot, and began another prototype test.

Just another typical day for a wunderkind.

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"Uhhh not really actually," she admitted. "The ship was actually the first time I got to do a lot of things on my own. Showers were communal in Black Hole, or we just took a dip in a cold lake of fighting somewhere. I never really had any privacy before coming here."

No privacy yet no physical touch. She lived a good life--wait.

"So wait people seriously expect us to hold hands or something?" That's what he meant, right?

"I don't care what anyone EXPECTS! I'm asking what YOU want!" he said. She could be forgiven for misinterpreting, because, seriously, when did Zetta ever care about the wants of others?

Well when you put her in the spotlight like that...

"I dunno! I was happy with how we were going, I didn't realize that it would change everything! You don't know much about it, I don't know either, so I say we just go where it takes us?" It was more half-statement, half-question at this point. "I'm just happy being...here!"

"Well, okay! I just wanted to know if it DID change anything. Admitting that sort of thing..." He rubbed the back of his head. It had been a big step, something epic, for both of them. For things to remain the same afterwards seemed kind of odd. But then, he didn't know how it ought to change... or if it really should.

He was confused!

"Pfffft!" she left out with a grin, before poking at his nose. "What did you expect to happen? Unless you really wanted me to spontaneously combust for real!" She looked a bit towards the battle, which was still raging on, even if there was no sound (almost as if she had pushed a mute button).

"I think as long as we're together, it won't matter what happens. Like I said, we'll beat up anyone that tells us otherwise, and I'm not gonna start asking you to hold my hand around." She would have made a comment about the fact he normally didn't have hands outside the sensoriums, but bit her lip in the nick of time. "Granted...that's about as much as I know about that kind of stuff." She was still surprised it had happened at all, even if, right now, it felt completely right with everything.

It was just very confusing.

He wrinkled his nose when she poked it, which looked as funny as it sounded. "I'm not exactly huge on hand-holding myself, but... I like having you close," he admitted. As should be obvious, the way he was (in the Sensorium, at least) inclined to pick her up or pull her near or whatever.

So funny that she burst out laughing from it, before leaning on him.

"Yeah I...really like that part too." Who knew how different her world might have been if she had had more physical contact in her life. But on the other hand, it made her a lot more appreciative of what Zetta was done. "You know," she continued, thinking just as they witnessed a nuclear explosion from the small war before them. Why was it always nuclear explosions? It was Lash, that's why.

"We never did finish that pirate battle, did we?"

Don't make Zetta think about Lash having physical contact prior to knowing him. He'd seen dreams. Dreams that made him bitter and jealous... though despite their new openness, he would never admit to any of that. Not even to himself.

"No. We didn't." He hesitated a moment. "And I don't remember just how far we'd gotten in it. I remember I'd been cutting clothing off of you, but now how much... except that I hadn't seen anything good yet."

"What, so I'm not good enough on the eyes as-is?" Zetta be thankful she was slowly becoming better at this otherwise she probably would have just punched him. It was getting easier to take these comments as compliments, in Zetta's own way.

"I think I was winning," she added, good-naturedly. "You were going to fall off that log."

"Duh. You're a hot girl," Zetta said, utterly matter-of-fact. "I've never said otherwise. Doesn't mean I don't want to get your clothes off."

Points off for bluntness, but some for honesty, maybe?

"I was NOT about to fall off the log, damn it! I knew you'd try to claim I was doing worse than I was!"

Maybe a little too far blunt as now Lash did punch him, not that it did much good considering who Zetta was. Her cheeks took on an interesting shade of red.

Don't lay it all bare on her Zetta (haha did you see what I did there okay no, that's terrible). She took a few seconds before answering instead of just merrily tossing something right back at him.

"N-nuh uh! You so were sooo gonna fall off!" Talk about being completely knocked off guard from that comment. This was probably the worst argument she'd said in a while.

"I think I'm winning just because you're blushing," Zetta said, then pressed the attack. "Which is also pretty hot, by the way. Makes me want to make you blush more."

That was just so...unfair! He knew her weaknesses and now he was just going to make it worse. Pathetically, she punched him again, but this time it was even weaker than before. She pouted and crossed her arms.

"S'not fair," she muttered, also quite pathetically. Yes, how dare he give you compliments that caught you off guard. What a terrible life. At least she wasn't throwing him some hot wings or anything like that.

Although now there was a bucket filled with water hovering on top of his head, as Lash pondered if she should or not.

"What's not fair? That I think you're hot? Dare I say... sexy?"

And he, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the danger that awaited him.

Each word was like an arrow stuck in her ~~sexy~~ chest, as her mental concentration gave way and the bucket fell not because she was planning on doing it, but simply because her mind was now swirling with too many confused thoughts.

Zetta's doom was now inevitable.

At least this time there were no starfish involved.

Yeah, okay, her chest wasn't her sexiest part. It was more of an overall 'athletic girl' sort of thing.

Zetta sputtered as the bucket fell, dousing him with water as it dropped over his eyes. He said a few choice words as he ripped it off, appearing out of it like a bedraggled demon-rat.

"!--" Lash jumped up in surprise as the bucket found its mark and she also received some of the water.

Suddenly driven back into reality, she took one look at him, hischoice words, his wet hair and began to snicker until she broke into giggles and then laughter. Not a teasing type of laugh, but genuine.

Wordlessly, Zetta held the bucket out to the side long enough for it to refill with water, then cheerfully tossed its contents onto the Wunderkind.

The laughter turned into gurgles as she SHOULD have expected that, but did not. Now her hair covered her eyes and she looked like a wet dog.

Comically, she spurt out water, coughing out the remains.

Now it wasn't just a bucket hovering over Zetta's head. ~~It was TWO buckets~~ It was an entire hovering sphere of water, that threatened to fall down the minute Lash wanted it to do so. Except for the fact she'd get wet too--not that she wasn't. With that in mind, and the fact she couldn't see anything anyway, she decided there wasn't much to loose. Zetta might have noticed how she suddenly took a sharp intake of breath before the water sphere come down, and both of them were completely drenched.

Zetta had just enough time to... swap her shirt for a white one before the water hit.

But after all the water collapsed around them, leaving them dripping wet and soaked to the bone, he didn't look. It was a prank, something he'd point out if she didn't notice it. For now, he was content -- no, happy -- to simply laugh. And while doing so, he reached out to run his hands through her hair, at the one moment it was possible to appreciate it like that.

She did not at first, as the water drenched her from head to toe. It reminded her of that time on the beach when she'd sent an entire wave at them, only this time it came from above.

But she was laughing as well once it was over, wanting to shaking some of the water out of her hair, but not since Zetta's hand was in it, giving him a hug in return. It was then that she noticed the switched shirt. You could see...the plant suit right under it. So close yet so far.

"Hey! What the--I don't remember wearing this!" White was so not her color. She looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "This is your fault, isn't it?"

"...stupid plantsuit!" he grumbled. "You're ruining everything!"

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"I don't think the plantsuit can hear you, genius." She was teasing, however. She looked at the both of them, water still dripping everywhere. "This is really silly."

Not as silly as another nuclear explosion that started in the background. Most of the soldiers from her simulation were dead at this point.

"You started it," he said, poking her in the side. It was gentle... luckily, because he did have claws. "And apparently we both like water. Beaches... pirates..."

"As long as it's not a real ocean!" she responded a little too quickly. "To be fair the only pirate I knew was Drake and he was big and fat. I didn't realize pirates could be this...fun."

But what was up with that ocean comment?

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