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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"The idea is to go for more sensitive areas, Lash."

He tugged on her wrist, lifting it up so he could lick some whipped cream off her elbow in turn. "See, not quite as shiver-inducing to the person receiving it. The neck and face are a lot more sensitive, after all."

Looking at Lash, it didn't seem to be like this at all, as she let out a very undignified squeak (thankfully having already eaten the cream she had licked off, or else that would have just come out again in a spit-take) and turned beet red again.

"I-i guess!" Maybe this would work better if she had had more physical contact in her life. Now everything was different and new and...squeak-worthy.

He leaned back in, putting his arm back around her waist with his other one to murmur in her ear. "You're incredibly cute when you're blushing, you know." And then to encourage her to keep doing it, he flicked his tongue over her ear in turn. "Also squeaking."

Oh that just made her not want to do it, but it was way too hard (read: impossible) for her not too. In a desperate attempt in not letting him have the final word, she brought out a memento of her days in the army, as a simple, boring white pillow that had turned brown from use and dirt. It was a bit pathetic hanging there in her hands, but even on the ship it was only type she had known in her life.

She then screamed right into it, whipped cream and all, and all Zetta could hear was the muffled version, as she flailed her legs a little and her ear turned as red as her checks. Then, in a brilliant display of maturity, she threw the cushion at him, the terrible craftsmanship of anything made in Black Hole that could possibly give comfort (and Zetta's hair) causing it to explode in thousands of chicken feathers around them.

Lash was just making it worse without realizing it.

Zetta stared a moment at this sudden display of petulance, before the pillow smacked him right in the face and detonated like a chicken bomb.

He sputtered for a moment, more out of having feathers in his mouth than any real anger, then burst into outright laughter. The spectacle was just too absurd NOT to laugh, especially since between the two of them they looked tarred-and-feathered, except instead of tar it was delicious ice cream toppings.

And it was contagious, truthfully. At first, Lash did try to keep up the angry facade but for each of the Overlord's movements, the frown broke until she put up her hand over her mouth to try and stop herself but it came out as a stream of giggles.

They looked so silly!

They really did, and he tightened his grip around her waist just to pull her close and share the laughter with her. "A feather pillow, really?" he said when he finally caught his breath. "I figured with your ultimate Black Hole technology you'd be up to memory foam."

She stopped long enough mid-laugh to look at him, confused.

"Memory's foam is good for vehicles," she began, thinking before her face had this "O!" moment. "...yo'know, I never really thought about it. I just slept around in the forests during campaigns most of the time. Pillows were something Commanding Officers got to use."

Such high luxury items. Why did their hanging outs and dates always end like this.

But now that they were even closer, she just leaned her feather-filled head on his chest.

"All that genius, and using things for luxury instead of destruction is still hard, huh?" he said, almost fondly, as he leaned his head down a little. Sure, it went into her hair somewhat, but he didn't care.

Enjoy all those feathers no your chin, Zetta.

"Well, it's not like I got to enjoy this stuff before," she reminded him in a teasing note. "All my life, it's been a constant question of 'what will this do in regards to the war effort?' Kinda weird when you think about it that battling against the Ohm means I get to relax a little more. Actually relax more than all my years in Black Hole...combined!"

She flicked away some of the whipped cream away with one hand, before grabbing one of the feathers and spinning it idly in her hand.

"Not that I'm complaining! It's been loads of fun here...especially with you." Daw that was almost sweet.

"Yeah, for being stuck as a book with my Netherworld destroyed, I've been having a blast," he admitted. "We're going to have to find a way to adjust you to Netherworld standards though, Lash. Having power in the Netherworld is as much about shamelessly wallowing in luxury and decadence as it is about being able to kick ass. I bet you've never experienced a decent hot-tub, have you?"

"Nah, all I had was large pools to dip the machines in for cooling. Washing was a river thing and maybe a shower if you got lucky." She looked down at her toes and idly moved them as she continued, "When Kaya showed us the swimming pool, I didn't even realize people made large squares of water to swim recreationally."

She grinned, thinking about it.

"So does that mean crystal cutlery again?"

"Sometimes," he said, shrugging. In an instant he banished the sea, the ships, the Prinnies (remember all of those things?), and the shameless ice cream coating the two of them had, replacing it all with a stylin' modern Jacuzzi that was even now filling. "Mostly that was just to impress you, though. Normally I eat with more sturdy stuff. Being delicate and genteel too much is lame."

"Okay good!" she replied earnestly. "I didn't think they were my kinda stuff either. Maybe to throw as weapons maybe but definitely not the---oooh!" She looked at the Jacuzzi with a keen interest, as the clear blue water filled up and was reflected in the sky. "It's like a...smaller swimming pool!"

One could say almost intimate.

"Yeah, but warm, and..."

Zetta reached out with a foot to flip on the jets. Suddenly the water was bubbling and moving, as he stepped carefully into it.

"Come on in."

This should have been a romantic moment right there and then, and truly Lash was really impressed with this and when she was prompted to do so, carefully stepped up the small wooden steps to get inside but...

The great Wunderkind Lash, master of mountain climbing and sticking to the sides of buildings...slipped right into the hot tub the moment her foot touched water and was suddenly falling face first into it.

Zetta, midway into settling down comfortably, instantly shot to his feet to catch her. The action was purely reflexive, and for all that he was moving at ludicrous speed, surprisingly gentle, as Lash (and probably ONLY Lash) knew he could be.

So it sort of was romantic? If Lash could pretend for a moment like she wanted anyone to save her ever.

~~"Oh Zetta Oooh.~~

It was plenty romantic but Lash was Lash. It wasn't the fact Zetta had saved her really (and the fact she wasn't annoyed at that spoke lengths of how much she had changed) but rather she had slipped at all.

"I-i didn't think it would be that slippery!" she managed to stutter. "I'll have to be more careful or something...thanks."

"If I interrupted you doing an awesome backflip into the water, I'll feel bad," he joked as he gallantly swept her into his arms, then sat down in the hot tub with her in his lap. "Hey... if you fire up your Power Ranger stuff while you're in a swimsuit, do you still get the same uniform as always?"

She gave him a stare that was half 'are you serious' and half 'actually I never really thought about it.'

"Uhhh...I would think I'd end up in the same outfit, yeah. I doubt there's a swimsuit edition for no reason. There's no real advantage to fighting in one, right?" Well apart from eye candy but she doubted the powers that be(tm) and Zordon would really have thought all about that.

After that she got surprisingly quiet for some reason. It's just...they bubbles and hot water combination was pretty neat.

"Kind of disappointing, not having any fanservice for the beach episode. Then again, the outfit doesn't show your face anyway, so I never really liked it."

What an odd state of affairs: Zetta is the one rambling on, while Lash is the quiet one!

Indeed it was. At that comment, she did stick out her tongue, however.

"Pfft! That's kinda the point so the foes can't see what we're thinking, I'm guessing. A bit like having a pair of sunglasses helps block a person's face." She leaned back even more.

"Do they all have bubbles like this?"

"That's the point of a hot tub. If it was just a big pool of warm water, it'd be called a bath."

Oh, and he flicked water at her tongue, but he hadn't imagined any soap or bubble bath or anything into it, so that was okay.

"Never really had many baths ei--pfffftftft HEY!" She brushed away at the water regardless, and gave him a tiny stare (which was hard since she was sitting on him so it was more, looking upwards at him). At least before a tiny bit of the water in the tub hit him from the left side.

Sensoriums. Bending rules. She could do that.

And he poked her, very delicately, in her side with one claw. "Who are you, Kaya?"

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

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