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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Trying to imagine Lash with any kind of jewelery for wearing as rather odd in itself. She didn't even have her ears pierced.

The sugar only attracted the two monsters. A few minutes later, all that was left was floating candy. Well that had been fun...were they not eating ice cream at one point? She grinned and settled down on a chair again.

"Maybe if we get lucky we'll end up on a planet make up just with Crystal Caverns. Imagine all the things we could make from that!" If Lash was in charged, she'd insist on those types of missions once in a while. "I do know how to make laboratory rubies and diamonds, if that helps."

Stuff like that was all secondary anyway. She was in good shape and cute, everything else was pretty secondary appearance-wise.

And yes, they had been eating ice cream; in fact, once Lash was done watching the carnage and had settled down in a chair again, Zetta offered her a bowl he'd prepared for her. It was pretty heavy on, well, just about everything; enjoy three scoops of different flavors, with toppings galore and fudge and caramel coating.

"But they aren't the same or something?"

Lash couldn't even identify half of the stuff he had put in the giant bowl (basically anything he had made show up, pretty much), but she confidently took a single bite from the entire thing and was won over. Wooow. This was even better than chocolate pudding, and that was saying something. Just...give her a minute before answering.

"Well sorta," she finally answered, spinning her spoon in her hand as she spoke. "It requires pure alumina, which we could only get in some part of Black Hole. Most of the deposits were in Green Earth. As you can guess they didn't want to share. Apart from that, it requires a lot of energy to produce, but they were always easier and perfect than mined rubies."

Take that nature! Science was always better! Almost.

While she was talking, she had been preparing a bowl for the Overlord as well. Unlike Zetta's Lash had been carefully constructing it, first laying out some of the ice and whipped creams and using that as a floor and ground base to make walls out of cookies, piling in the sweets in the middle before adding more whipped cream and forming a roof on top. A single candy corn was planted on top, rose gloriously above the rest. The fudge and caramel were splattered on the sides, like a sea around the taller building.

No, no, he's fine with taking that minute. It gave him a good chance to appreciate the look on her face as she became acquainted with all the various tastes and flavors. It was a good sight.

He watched her construct one for him with some confusion, which basically amounted to 'why the hell is she being so weirdly elaborate?'. Zetta hadn't to this point considered that her urge to build and construct might run deeper than just weapons and vehicles... but with her brains, he could see how putting order to the environment could just be second nature.

But wait, if she did that, why did she like destroying it all so much?

...hell with it, he was just gonna enjoy watching her work, and make interested noises while she talked.

Lash's reasons were somewhat simple -- the same reason why people made giant mountains of leaves in fall, only to throw themselves into the pile afterwards destroying all that careful work. Organizing gave her control over something be it an area, a weapon, a vehicle or just an ice cream sunday, but destroying meant complete control over it.

Not that she wanted to destroy Zetta's dessert now, which strangely enough showed how much she cared. There were some things that didn't require to be destroyed (although arguably nearly everything needed a self-destruct button). Instead she presented it to him, grinning, carefully holding up the plate so nothing on that delicately made structure would fall down. At least not until Zetta had said so.

"Tada! I'd make it more with fireworks, but all I had were poprocks."

No one let Lash find out about those sparkler cake decorations. At least now science talk was done.

She could count on the fact that Zetta would destroy the sundae. They were a good team in that respect! And the Overlord would prove her right by immediately biting off the uppermost part of the concoction like he was chomping through a cone.

For a moment there will be nothing from Zetta but a concentrated effort to give this treat the attention it deserved. It was a ~gift~ with ~feelings~ behind it, after all, even if he didn't understand that in the slightest.

That's okay, Lash didn't understand ~feelings~ that much either. Man, what a day! Exploding boats and monsters that were probably doing, who knew what down in the water, lasers, interruptions by overlords-in-training...there wasn't that much they hadn't done, except for...

Tentatively, she put one of the cherries from the bowls (not hers of course, she was eating it into her spoon. Food fights were not something she knew by term, heck she'd never been in a situation where food fights were even feasible. But right now? Totally could happen, and she'd take that, as she aimed right for Zetta's forehead.

Lash was a pretty good shot.

Yeah, he didn't see that coming at all. He froze in shock as the cherry bounced off his head, which was a terrible idea, since he'd just taken a huge bite of ice cream. His comical expression lasted a few seconds before he slapped both hands to the side of his head, face twisting up in pain.

"AAAARGH! BRAIN FREEZE!"

Lash was too far gone to hear or see his pain, the comical expression sticking into her mind before she burst out laughing so much so that she doubled over, nearly making her own bowl fall on herself.

She was so perfectly placed to be pelted with something.

In furious retaliation, the overlord scooped up a handful of the nearest available object and hurled them at Lash.

He'd picked up marshmallows. And her target wasn't her face, but her hair... where they would be lost forever, or at least long enough for him to get a laugh at her efforts to get them out.

In most of her life, Lash hadn't had people retaliating back at her. Well people she was close with or ordered around, anyway. None of the soldiers dared to disobey her rules despite how insane they were and only Hawke really told Lash no to certain situations and inventions. Consequences were still a very new thing.

Therefore when Zetta threw something at her, her mouth twisted in something that both had an "oooh!" explanation as her brain caught up with the situation and a look of utter surprise.

"H-heeey!" Zetta you were really good at getting her to fumble and fluster.

The marshmallows dug into her hair and clung there, made somewhat humid and hot from the nearby sea air and climate. The result was when she did try to remove some of them, they clung to her hands and she had to scrap it off the table, slowly trying to get each one out.

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Of course when that was done, she calmly reached for the nearest bowl of nuts and threw its contents at him, grinning.

While she stuggled with the marshmallows, he worked on methodically consuming that massive tower of ice cream she'd constructed for him, watching her with an amused smile. By the time she finally retaliated, he'd seen it coming. He held up a hand to protect his gorgeous face as the walnuts rained over him, smirking all the while. With his free hand he scooped up the bit of ice cream in his spoon, then stuck it in his mouth.

As soon as the nut attack ended, he seized a handful of gummi worms and hucked them right back at her.

Well if he wanted to play that game (more like you started it Lash), she took not one but TWO bowls of various items on the table that so happened to be cranberries and chocolate covered nougat.

"It's WAR!" she declared a little too excitedly.

Zetta stood up, kicking his chair away dramatically (and completely unnecessarily) as he grabbed a bowl of gummi bears and a can of whipped cream.

"You sure? I'll give you a chance to back down," he teased. It was just banter, after all; they both knew there was no way in hell she would.

"Tee hee hee! Not a chance!" She hadn't backed down the entire time they'd been here when he offered it to her and she wasn't going to do so now. But man if he was going for the whipped cream, she was gonna grab something similar like ice cream bowls which she grabbed with one hand before he could and put it up both to throw at him and use the bowl as a make-shift shield.

This could only go wrong.

He countered furiously with a stinging hail of gummi bears -- they were cold! -- but blindly, as the ice cream took him straight in the face. He swiped deliciousness out of his eyes with the can that had the whipped cream, reaching out to snatch up the first thing he could find as a weapon, that being the crumbled up cookies. Are you ready to be pelted with Oreo, Lash?!

Yes, as she already had sticks of whole chocolate bars held up like a deck of cards, ready to throw at him as well.

The Prinnies were getting really confused at this point.

It was a standoff, it seems... until Zetta had a brilliant idea.

He stabbed one claw into the highly-pressurized can of whipped cream, then hurled it at Lash like a grenade. "HYAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!"

At the same time as the can flew out of his hand, she threw her own chocolate at him, which didn't do too much. At least nothing compared to the pressurized can that was throwing its contents everywhere as Lash saw it come close to her in slow motion...

"Whaa"

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"aaaa"

"aaaaaat!"

"!!!"

Oh god there was cream everywhere. But especially her hair.

Well, she did get a good view of Zetta with half his face covered in chocolate, but from his grin and her own freak-out, they both knew which of the pair had come out the victor in that exchange.

"Well, Lash? Ready to admit that you're..." He ran his tongue over his lips to catch the chocolate dribbling over them. "Licked?"

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1/I don't know how many.

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well that was shorter than I thought woops

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