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Crossing Paths (BlisteredBlood & CutePhoenix)

BlisteredBlood

BlisteredBlood

The Crucified Angel
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
Rhode Island
"Sheesh... I've never thought that these guys would still be after you after all of this time, Deadman. And if it's not enough, now we got EUS soldiers coming after us as well." said an exhausted Daryl Freedman, a former mechanic for the 501st Centurion Division of the EUS Siege Tank squad as he and a cyborg were passing through a heavily forested area in Wyoming. "Haven't these guys any common sense at all? I mean come on, there's only so much we can do until someone cracks, whether it's me, you, those guys that are chasing after us, those Ruskies, fuck. Anyone that wants to get their mitts on you."

"Negative. We have to stay ahead of them all. However we do it, it's entirely essential that we don't stop moving." Deadman answered with a shake of his head as he walked ahead of Daryl before stopping in place for a moment then looking back. "I know it will take some time for the heat to die down as you've spoken so frequently of but we can't afford to remain still." He added with a wary-eyed glare.

"Tcch." Daryl quipped with a shake of his head. "I swear you're gonna drive me to drink one of these days, man. And after that, I should screw around with that brain of yours and see how you like it being me." He added after slapping a hand over his face.

"And why would you want to do that?" Deadman answered with a quirked eyebrow then crossing his arms in front of him questioningly.

"Gah, dammit! It's an expression!" Daryl answered fumingly as he clenched a fist at the crimson clad cyborg. Geez. I keep forgetting that I only brought you out of that comatose-like state you've had to endure with for 50 years. He added to himself in thought. "Anyways, we should probably hang around here for a bit. It's not like we're gonna be going anywhere anytime soon. Do me a favor and scout ahead. I'm takin' a goddamn break." He added roughly as he sat down on the ground, huffing quietly.

With a nod of his head, Deadman did in fact go ahead of Daryl as his human counterpart rested.
 
The rather unique pair was certainly not along in the forest, as a silent pursuer had been tracking them for a little while. But, it was not one of these......EUS they spoke of. It was someone else entirely. And with the obviously......different one out of sight, this silent pursuer made their move, darting out of the woods with barely a sound, coming up behind the lone human.

"Name and rank." came the pursuers voice, accompanied by a blade sliding around in front of the man, pressed to his neck. Since this person was behind him, the human would not be able to see them, but the voice was obviously feminine. But, there was a bigger indication of her gender as the female had to lean over to hold the blade to this throat, causing her to have to press her chest ever so lightly against the back of his neck, and uppershoulders. So, even if he did turn to see her, her face would not be the first sight he was met with....

Still, the person did appear to be a normal woman, for the most part. Only odd things about her appearance was a rather odd looking outfit. Even more so, the odd armband like things on her forearms that had rather large blades attached. Other than that, she did look like a normal female......and an exceptionally attractive one at that. A cold, near emotionless, but still beautiful face. A chest he could no doubt guess was quite large, a flat, trim, athletic stomach revealed due to her outfit covering little of her stomach. Long, powerful legs and an amazing ass, both shown off nicely in the skin tight bottom she wore.

While appearing on the outside as a sexy human female in a weird outfit, inside, she was MUCH more than meets the eye.
 
Silence was usually one of Daryl's best friends in situations like this, but that silence was soon cut short when he suddenly was gripped from behind by someone, causing him to emit a grunt as his eyes caught sight of a rather odd looking blade coming dangerously close to his neck. For the most part, he remained silent as he listened to the woman's demand.

"I dunno what you want lady," Daryl began in a calm tone of voice. "But allow me to make this very clear. I know someone who isn't going to like you very much if you keep me locked up like this. So if I were you, I'd ease off the cutlery and let me go nice and slow before that certain someone comes back and beats eight tons of shit out of you." He said, his voice still remaining calm and collected despite the situation he was in.

Deadman hadn't gone more than 50 yards when a buzzer went off in his helmet, indicating to him that Daryl was in trouble. In that moment, an HUD visor came down over his right eye and his radar came online, soon detecting an unknown individual. The signature was what also got his attention just as much as well. It wasn't SER or EUS, so it had to be a rouge agent or some sort that was sent here to track their movements and surprise them from out of nowhere. Quickly, Deadman spun 180 degrees in the other direction from where he came from with a focused yet rage-filled look burning freely from his eyes. Reaching behind his shoulder with his right hand, he withdrew what appeared to be a part of a sword of some sort before clenching it tightly in his hand, thusly summoning a beam of energy to be released in the form of a blade, purring lightly in the silence.

Without a moment of hesitation, Deadman hurried towards his human ally.

"But, if you're so interested with who or what I am, my name is Daryl Freedman, former mechanic of the 501st Centurion." Daryl concluded.
 
The woman.......or whatever it was listened to him intently before looking up into the woods in the direction the obvious non human had left. Her sensors had picked up a high energy source coming her way, and there were very few possible things it could be, making it quite likely it was this friend of his that could supposedly kick her ass or her own group of pursuers that had tracked her her.

"What planet is this Daryl Freedman, former mechanic of the 501st Centurion?" she asked, her voice still quite cold and stern, but she did withdraw her blade, but kept the hand on his shoulder. This apparent female android had been designed for combat and to follow orders from army officials of her world, explaining why she repeated his full title that he gave her. Normally, she would have continued to use force to get an answer, but he was a non combatant and she simply needed her location. She felt there was no longer a need to show force, something her self altered programming allowed her to do, being one of the reasons why she was even on this planet to begin with.
 
Daryl's eyes popped open when he heard this from the female behind him despite he dared not look back. A clearly confused look was now on his face as his eyes darted from left to right before emitting a snort then spoke. "Where have you been hiding, lady? Under a rock? This is Earth in the year 2041 AD. Or have you not been paying attention to the calendar these days?" He asked before turning his head to the side a bit.

Deadman slowly came to a stop as he began to approach the clearing not more than 30 feet away from Daryl and his unknown assailant, despite that he didn't sense any danger at the present moment. According to his sensors, he could tell that Daryl was still under a great deal of distress as indicated by his accelerated heart rate and adrenaline levels. Something that the crimson cyborg had to take action on and quickly if he were to save his ally's life. It was imperative that he did so, for he was the only person that still had the diagrams to Deadman's construction.

"Attention, unknown assailant! You have until the count of five to release your prisoner slowly, drop your weapons and hold your hands above your head or I will use lethal force! Comply!" Deadman boomed out from his hiding place.
 
The female said nothing in response to either man.

"Earth........" she said to herself, hand still on the mans shoulder, but her grip was not rough or foreceful, it was actually more gentle. And her tone as she spoke to herself changed from one of cold questioning to one of confusion and even a little fear. She was currently searching her databanks for a planet by that name, or that even matches the readings she had taken since getting here, but nothing was coming up. This was not good at all. But soon enough, she snapped back to reality, taking her hand away from Dylan and actually complying with the orders as she raised her hand.

"I do not mean him any harm." she said, taking a step back. Her voice still sounded rather cold, but wasn't stern anymore. It was....cold and almost gentle at the same time. Even she couldn't drop her weapons in the normal fashion, with a slight hiss, her bladed weapons on her arm snapped apart and each fell into two pieces on the ground. The circumstances that brought her here allowed her to react in her own way, rather than immediately attack like she originally would if her program hadn't been altered in the way that it had.
 
Sensing that the woman's voice was now sounding a bit more thoughtful yet slightly panicked than it was previously, Daryl slowly turned his head more towards the side until he spotted her face over his shoulder. She was no ordinary woman, he soon came to realize. But that outfit on her seemed to indicate that not only was she one outrageously beautiful, but also well equipped for whoever it was that made her.

"Wait a second... Where are you from?" Daryl asked as he narrowed his eyes at her questioningly.

But before she would have a chance to answer his question, Deadman soon came out of the bushes next, his laser blade extended outward and aimed at the now disarmed woman with a vicious glare in his eyes. To state that if looks could kill at that moment would be an incredibly ridiculous understatement.

"Remain where you are and don't move!" The crimson cyborg stated with the same look burning freely in his eyes.

"Easy, Deadman. Whoever this girl is, she simply doesn't know where she is." Daryl answered before slowly turning around.

"That still doesn't mean that she had any right in detaining you like that!" Deadman answered quickly and sternly without giving his ally a second glance.

"Alright, alright. That's enough!" Daryl answered. "Let's just try to sort this out and put that damn thing away. God forbid someone were to pick you up as hardwired as you are." He added as he reached over to Deadman's armed hand and forced him to lower it. Begrudgingly, Deadman answered Daryl's wishes as his hand gripping the blade relaxed, thusly causing the blade to fizzle out then put it back behind his shoulder.
 
"My desig.......my name is Adrana. I come from a place called Nemart. It is a planet......I'm not sure how far away. This planet Earth is nowhere in my databanks. I........am not suppose to be here." Adrana replied, her tone now completely gentle and non threatening to help these two relax.

"Again, I do not wish either of your harm. I do apologize for my hostile gesture earlier mister Darrel." she added, bowing lightly when she made the apology.

"I was designed for combat and even though my program has gone through some major alterations, some things are still hardwired into me." she continued, trying to make amends for holding her blade to the humans throat moments earlier.
 
"Nemart?" Daryl asked as he looked at Adrana with a clearly confused look. "I dunno where that is Adrana, but you're a long ways from it now. And since you're now on our little corner of the universe, it's only fair to let you hang around with us for a while." He added with a shrug of his shoulders and a shake of his head.

"I must interject." Deadman answered. "We still don't know what's she's capable of. Maybe it would be in our best interest if I were to confiscate her weapons." He added as he glanced over to Daryl.

"Belay that, Deadman. Granted, we don't know how we can get her back or what manner of weapons she uses, but I think it would be beneficial if we have another set of eyes on our side. Besides, have you forgotten who's after us?" Daryl asked with an arched brow. "Or maybe your processors are on the fritz again?"

"You don't need to remind me of that, Daryl. As a combat specialist, I know the difference between right and wrong." Deadman countered with a frown.
 
"If I accompany you two, what role shall I take on? I was designed for combat, but I possess a number of other functions that would serve helpful to you." Adrana replied, glancing over at Deadman when he mentioned right and wrong. Two simple words........simple words that had served as a big reason behind the events that lead to the sexy Adrana arriving here. She was having trouble figuring out just which of the two was the leader. Deadman obviously had more combat potential, but Daryl seemed to be giving out the orders. She was use to having clear cut superiors. It was rather new and confusing meeting these two.

"You two are.........humorous." said the female, without actually smiling or any such thing, the pause coming from having to search her databanks for the right word.
 
"The way I see it Adrana, You'll be hanging out with Deadman and serve as the eyes and ears. Now, I don't know what sort of tech you came with, but from the looks of things, you might be beneficial as an advance scout with him." Daryl answered as he then knelt down and gathered Adrana's weapons then handed them to her.

"But I will have to warn you, though." Deadman stated with his arms folded across his chest and frowned at the female cyborg. "Cross me and you will be annihilated." He said simply with his eyes narrowed.

"But I have one more question for you. Why do you think the both of us here are humorous as you said it?" Daryl asked.
 
"Because of your odd roles. He obviously has more combat potential, while you're just a civilians, yet he seems to allow you to boss him around without complain. It just seems humorous. Did I use the wrong word?" Adrana asked after taking the bands and putting them on her arms, tilting her head lightly to the side as she asked that last question. It was a small gesture, but one androids wouldn't usually do. It was another effect of her.......special alterations she put into her own programming. It was meant to help her blend in better with civilians by showing little sighs of confusion like that. Plus, she was once told that it was.........cute.
 
Daryl smiled at this question of Adrana's, chuckling a bit at the thought of it. "Cute. You think that he bosses me around because I let him?" He asked while gesturing at Deadman. "More like I let him boss me around because he knows he's right. Most times I usually get the upper hand on him since I have the one thing he doesn't. Logic." Daryl added. "But hey, don't let Deadman get to you. He just has a very limited trust of people these days."

Deadman didn't know what it was that he saw in that comment as indicated by a genuinely confused look on his face but nevertheless shook his head nonchalantly with a roll of his eyes.
 
"You are his mechanic. Could you not threaten to steal his parts to get him in line or play a practical joke on him?" Adrana curiously asked. She was certainly asking some rather odd questions, but thought nothing of it. It was all normal to her. Just her satisfying her own natural curiousity brought on by her altered programming. Though, if one of them asked her to stop, she would. Until then though, she'd ask any question she wanted to know the answer to, no matter how weird it'd appear to them.
 
"Nah. Besides, I'd have to replace those parts. On top of all that, this guy could easily rip my head off without even blinking." Daryl answered with a smile and a laugh, somehow becoming intrigued by the female android's curious nature. Maybe it was a part of her programming and maybe it wasn't, but there was something about all of this was just rather enjoyable to him.

Deadman on the other hand wasn't exactly as amused as his human counterpart, but he didn't seem to mind the curious as a kitten mannerisms of Adrana. "If none of you mind, I believe we have a safe zone to get to not more than 40 miles from here." He interrupted, pointing in the direction of where they were supposed to get to.
 
"Shall I scout out the area on the way there? Based on my scans, Deadman possesses superior weaponry in comparison to me for the most part, while my body specs are better tuned to speed and stealth than his." Adrana replied, being a curious and helpful android. Or, at least trying to. Though, the way she said it came off kind of matter of factly, which some might consider rude or condescending.
 
Deadman seemed to understand the offensive and defensive prowess he possessed, but he seemed a bit put off that he wasn't exactly best suited for speed and stealth. A small frown began to adorn his face, but he seemed to understand this quite well.

"Yeah, well Deadman here is more or less a tank kind of guy. He'll need upgrades for his suspension system later when I can secure the materials needed for it." Daryl answered with a shrug. "He moves pretty decently on his own, but even with the quick boosts of speed he's capable of, he's still not as quick as he supposed to have been a few years prior." He added.
 
"I understand sir. I shall scout ahead and report back shortly." said Adrana with a bow, before basically dissapearing in a pink and black blue due to her speed as she darted off in the direction Deadman had come from earlier. She had assumed he was on scouting mission when she first arrived, but her arrival had interrupted that, so she might as well complete it. In regards to her referring to Daryl as sir, regardless of which of the two was really considered in charge, she viewed him as her superior in this little three person group. No telling what status she considered Deadman as she hadn't mentioned it, or even spoken to him. All her past comments had been directed at Daryl.
 
Deadman's eyes widened sharply after Adrana seemingly vanished, having left an afterimage of herself. Frowning sharply at this, he just moments from tearing off after her when Daryl spoke.

"Hold on a minute, cowboy. You're not going to turn this into a contest with her right now. We'll need her to for those high-speed moves of hers. If situations had gone down otherwise, there would have been a damn good chance that she could've run circles around you before slicing you into adamantium ribbons." Daryl said in a calm voice.

Deadman stopped to "think" about this for a moment before nodding in reply. Adrana was indeed fast, but that didn't mean anything without having some offense and defense to back it up. However, maybe just one duel might get this thing called jealousy out of his "mind", but as Daryl said it, that would have to come at a later date. "I understand. But at least let me keep an eye on her. There's no telling if she'll be on our side for very long." The crimson cyborg spoke.

"Granted. Go follow her, but no funny business." Daryl answered with a nod of his head. Not long after he spoke, Deadman was already sprinting towards his last known location before they were interrupted, thusly leaving Daryl by himself.
 
"Do you wish to hear my report mister Deadman?" came Adranas voice from behind Deadman once he entered the area he had been previously when this whole confrontation started. With her incredible speed, and advanced sensors, she had already managed to scout the area ahead along the most likely escape route.

"I have detected a number of life forms. Most of which are small and seem harmless, most likely whatever natural wild life this planet has. I have also detected a number of larger life forms that may pose a threat, but with my databanks possessing no knowledge of this planets people or wildlife, I am unable to determine exactly what those large life forms are." she added, not actually awaiting the androids answer.

"We should return to mister Daryl. Leaving him alone while you are being pursued is not a wise move." she added, before doing her blurry dissapearing act once more as she headed back towards Daryl. Speaking her mind without hesitation, not waiting for an answer and speaking down on Deadman for his decision to leave Daryl. One might say she was coming off as rather rude. Not like she consciously meant to though. She just stated her view on the situation. There was really no ill intent behind it. She certainly didn't mean to offend him. Then suddenly, she appeared right back in front of him.

"If you like, I can create a tracking program for you that allows you to view my location while I am not in visual contact." she stated, quiet obviously having heard their little conversation about keeping an eye on her. Not surprising that a creation like her would have audio sensors that were quite sensitive. But once again, she didn't wait for a response before blurring out once again, heading back to towards Daryl for sure this time.
 
Despite there was still look of jealousy or possibly a feeling of being upstaged, Deadman nodded and listened to Adrana's report in regards to the most likely escape route. His mobile radar systems also picked up on these smaller heat signatures as well as the slightly larger ones, but according to some additional scanning on those larger heat sources, they seemed to be human and packing something.

Soldiers. Possibly either SER stormtroopers or an EUS search squad. Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time to get the details in regards to the inquiry. The crimson cyborg thought as he was then left alone not more than moments later. Frustrated, Deadman soon took after Adrana by simply locking onto her unknown serial number and giving chase as quick as he could allow himself. Even at a full sprint, he had a rough time trying to keep up with her, something that irked him a greater deal.

As Daryl was waiting for the two cyborgs to return, he stood there in the silence, looking up towards the canopy of trees above him and listened to the wind rustling the leaves above him. Silence normally didn't bother him so much, but there was something about this that just didn't sit right. It was an awkward feeling that he was being watched from somewhere.
 
((You know, I'm really liking how this group is starting out. Even though she'll end up with Deadman as her true love, I like how this is playing out with her developing a little friendship with Daryl first, while Deadman is mister suspicious.^_^ Of course, she'll come around with Deadman eventually. But, she does respond better to being treated nice over not being trusted.))

"Are you alright mister Daryl?" asked Adrana the moment she arrived in the area. Due to her sensors, she could detect to usual human signs of unease. Obviously, she did not feel it either, despite knowing that there was a possibility of a number of enemies being close by. That was one major short coming of hers..........she had no instincts. Despite having broken off from her creators and altered her programming to allow her to experience more of the human experience, she lacked any kind of instincts or intuition. She depended on cold hard data that could read with her sensors. She might say that was not a weakness and perhaps even a strength but in the end, it really wasn't. She had only just started to experience a bit of emotions, only time would tell if.........instincts also arose from this new "life" she had.

So far though, the prime emotions she had shown were fear, from being on a planet that was not in her extensive database, and some surprising concern for Daryl. But the concern wasn't that surprising. He had defended her from Deadman and seemed to trust her. Plus, he seemed generally nice towards her. Only natural that she'd want to explore and cultivate these new feelings it brought on. On the opposite end, she didn't harbor any ill will towards her fellow cyborg for being so untrusting and suspicious of her. But, it did lead to her preferring to interact with Daryl over him.
 
(I wouldn't really call it suspicion at this point. He's more or less getting a little jealous of her, something that he intends on duking it out with her at some point. But on the other hand, that will come to pass. As for Daryl, yes, I'm inclined to agree with you.)

Soon after, Daryl's thoughts were interrupted when Adrana approached him rather suddenly, causing him to literally spring up onto his feet and immediately took up a defenseive posture as if he was preparing to go hand to hand against whoever surprised him when he then saw her standing there while an irked Deadman soon arrived a moment later.

"Nah. Just jumpy, I guess." Daryl sighed out with a shake of his head. "How did you guys do? Anything we need to be aware of?" He asked, waiting to hear both of their reports as he looked between the two of them.

Deadman would be first to speak but not before casting Adrana a sideways glance that while hinted towards irritation, he instead put his emotions in check for the time being, for they still had somewhere to be. "My sensors have picked up several human-type individuals not more than 30 yards from our current location, Daryl. I have not been able to get a 100% lock as to who they are, but from what I could tell, they are armed. Chances are, they could be either an SER stormtrooper squadron or an EUS search platoon. I will need to run a full-on diagnostic as to who they are at a later time." Deadman explained.

"Hm. That might explain the uneasiness I've been feeling in my gut. And I thought it was just a case of bad gas." Daryl answered with a slight shrug of his shoulders and a smirk.

"There is one thing, however." Deadman commented as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and glanced at Adrana once more, but not with the same look he had before. He actually now had a slightly intrigued look on his face. "Adrana, you said you had a tracking file that allows me to locate you no matter where you are at the present moment? Could it be possible for you to send me that file so I can upload it into my sensor array?" He asked.
 
((Yea, that sounds right. True, they will eventually battle/spar/whatever you wanna call it to help settle his issues, or some other reason, like she says something that REALLY sets him off, or she has a malfunction that causes her to attack him. Talking about their starting relations, did we decide who was going to be her first intimate partner? I think we might have, but can't remember for sure.))

"Yes, I do possess a program like that. But, I am not sure if our internal systems are compatible enough for a wireless transfer. If you have some sort of port, I could put the program on a small storage device, and you could then download it into you." Adrana replied, turning to look at Deadman as he was now who she was speaking to. It was quite possible they might be incompatible. Afterall, while both were androids, she was from an entirely different planet. There was no telling how either of their systems would react if they linked up wirelessly. But, downloading to a storage device would be much less risky, as she would be able to format it to insure compatibility. But in that case, she would need to know his system type before hand. Both had their problems. One was risky, but if it worked, could be done then and there in a matter of moments. The other one was much less risky, but would require taking time for preparation.

"Both options have their risks, but I believe they are equal risks. It is........up to you, which we shall do." she added. Letting him decide was a bit of a good faith gesture, meant to show she was trustworthy by putting her fate in his hands. Of course, in her original life, giving some random strangers this program was a BIG no no. But, she had left that life behind for the best part, wanting to start anew.
 
With that in mind, Deadman looked at the gauntlet on his right arm and began operating a small keyboard on it, beginning to run a full system analysis on his operating systems as seen when the crystal on his helmet began to blink on and off periodically. He often did this as a countermeasure against a possible virus infection when downloading a new software program of some sort or another. Better to be safe than sorry, he figured. Once the job was completed, a serial port cable of some sort slithered out of a port near the keypad on his arm.

"I can get you onto a secure network from here. Synchronization might be a bit of a problem since I do not now how your operating system works, but if it all works out correctly, we should be able to have a smooth connection." Deadman explained as he gripped the cable in his hand then pulled it out a little more before offering it to her. "Before you send me the file, run a systems check on yourself and utilize whatever antivirus, firewall or whatever security program you have to protect yourself from anything malicious that might come through during the transfer." He added.

Daryl arched an eyebrow at this, somehow surprised that the crimson cyborg could be so trusting, but he also knew the precautions he had to take. Soon afterwards, he reached into his pocket and brought out a small CD that had all the backup data he needed should Deadman suffer a severe crash.
 
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