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Satta would smile, wandering the barren outlands, a ragged with scarf wrapped around her mouth and shielding her from the elements, the sides flapping wildly in the strong winds, dust being kicked up into her face. Though, she didn't mind this, she had trouble getting phased by the small things, and weather was hardly anything more than that. She wasn't wandering for any reason really, if you asked her she'd shrug it off without any elaboration, in truth this was her odd way of enjoying her freedom, dust kicked up into the face and all. It's funny, it somehow made this wandering more enjoyable, much unlike what should have been the case. She'd slowly take a breath out, loosening her shoulders and letting her muscles relax, dropping her jaw, letting the weight on her back loose, placing her rear down on a comfy looking rock, and enjoying the scenery.
Of course, this wasn't much of a scene, large towering mountains with plateaus at the tops, dry shrubbery and grass without a drop of water left in it. All of this masked with the proverbial "cherry on the top" of a fierce storm, the brown dust kicking up and blurring any view further than thirty feet. But again, Satta had trouble getting phased by the small things, all that mattered was she was here, and she liked that. Though in truth, there was an urge picking at her that she had a little trouble trying to keep her mind off of, no, she just needed to shake her head and focus, focus on the scene. She'd let a short "hmph" out as she kept her eyes controlled on the scene, which now she couldn't appreciate... Maybe the small things were getting to her.
She'd stand up, dusting her pants off as she let loose a upset grunt, dust continuing to get on her clothing. She'd slowly groan, tightening the scarf onto her face and folding her arms, clearly frustrated at the events. However, as soon as she did so, she'd notice an animal scuttering to her, she was not too knowledgeable on the species of the planet so this creature was not easy to recognize. Was that... A arm? No, would it be that fuzzy? Is that a nose or does that species just have holes on its face? Satta would be quite confused by this spectacle, of course being confused didn't stop this creature from prancing about her, clearly the curiosity was not a one way street.
She'd tilt her head, picking up the animal with her hands, her speed clearly being something the animal didn't predict, as she quickly tilted down and rocked back in a second, now holding the creature underneath its armpits... If that, was what she was holding? Satta would pause, shaking the animal around, it letting a shriek as it attempted to scuttle out of Satta's grip. She'd let loose just a little, not to let the animal go, but to give it more space, she'd continue looking at it, giving a scan with her scouter... Power level of one, alright, she wasn't in danger from holding this.
She'd pause, considering what to do with the creature, the animal slowly letting its guard down, wait, did it die? No, no, it was playing dead, it still had a power level, what a curious trait. She'd slowly cock her head back, looking closely at the thing's face, getting one hand free and, petting it? Doctor Ackee had an animal, he pet it, though that was how he lost a finger, and his pet. She'd smile, the animal slowly coming back, seeming still freaked out, but perhaps a little less so?
She'd chuckle, closing her eyes and letting a kind smile loose, the animal if not losing its fear, at least accepting the situation it was in. It was a pretty animal up close, its fur was quite nice to touch, though... There was a twinge in her stomach, a feeling. The animal would slowly stop shaking, but, it'd feel something, like a slithering slime on its neck, it'd try to look for it but, well, too late. A metallic substance would enter the animal, forcing its way underneath the being's eye, the animal freaking out momentarily before, ceasing. The animal would blink, markings formed around its eye and its fear completely ceased. Satta would let loose a satisfied sigh. That urge was bugging her, and it's oh so satisfying to scratch an itch like that.
Satta would let the tamed animal loose, placing her fists on her hips and taking a happy breath in. WC: 768 PL: 768 Stamina: 3/3
The android royal had gone through many plans before finally settling on this one. She couldn’t stand up to the demon queen, not like this, not yet. There was too many guards, to many possibilities of things going wrong, to many “What Ifs” in the end. So she’d have to come to one particular plan, build her strength up. The Deluvian what already increasingly powerful compared to any of her own kinda, she knew this, the young dragon girl had spent countless years worth of training and technological advances to eve dream of where she’d gotten now.
She was more powerful than almost any of her people, and thus there attempted ar training her meant nothing by this point. So, moving off planet seemed the reasonable option, or well, for now at least. She admit to herself, she wasn’t quite sure what her exact plan meant of well, “Getting Stronger” actually meant but she had a clear idea of what it could mean, fighting others.
But, who, was the question, she couldn’t go around fighting strangers, randos who were clearly below her and her nobel blood. She could only sneer at the idea of it. But if there was one thing she wasn’t fearful in shedding blood with was demons. Oh how she hated them, her blood boiled even thinking about the concept. To call Scythia a demophobe was an understatement, in all honesty she fucking detested them. After years of having to share her planet, her land, and even her people with demons. While the dragon princess’s anger was understandable, her methods where anything but acceptable.
But she couldn’t just go around murdering clueless hellspawn or old lady demons crossing the street, Scythia hatred run thick through her blood, but not even she could try and explain slaughtering innocent people, demons or not. But who she could justify to herself was killing demons who showed their true colours demons that didn’t hide behind facades of normal citizens or do-gooders who acted like they were capable of being good people. She could stink her teeth into theses people and tear them apart. And for Scythia, even the slightest form of aggression was enough for the android to justify herself in killing them where they stood.
The girl had managed to fix up an old pod she founded with the help of her Tuffle step-mother, Telari, and was able to make her way over to Sadal, the Sayian captel. If she was correct this place was known for its creation of strong and highly skilled warriors, perhaps even someone valid enough to fight Scythia herself. And it not well, she ended up finding the place to be crawling with demons.
One certain desert demon, that just had to cross her path, was one example.
He didn’t look any longer then early twenties, though Scythia didn’t register him as a child and it was hard at first to tell who it was under all the cloth and rags he’d wrapped around himself in. But he wasn’t Sayian, or not full blooded with those tall horns pointing from his head at least. B he’d been nothing more than a thief and simple wasteland scavenger, who had just happened to run into a demon-eating robot all of things, talk about bad luck.
He had simply tired to knick a few pieces from the beat up old ship when Scythia wasn’t looking, but he didn’t go unseen, and when she caught him, it had all but a far cruel sight. With little to no effort the tall draconic machine pinned him down against the hot heated floor, her eyes burning with bloodlust as she snarled at him. All he could do was whimper, rather pathetically as she ripped his cloak from him, revealing more demonic traits such as sharp teeth, claws and a small set of wings. Scythia’s fuming by this point.
“I knew it.” She seethed, placing her hand around his neck as she lifted him. Her hands coiled around him tighter and tighter as he grasped for breath, windpipes crushing as he gargled out spit and blood in his last attempts to beg to be spared. She just glared at the corpse, the side of her face now stained with the gross red liquid that man had spat at her.
“Disgusting.” She hissed throwing the corpse aside, sighing as she dusted herself off, peering into the distance, another figure among the dust and dirt. She squinted, maybe they were two another demon? She frowned at the thought, but a twisted smile soon replaced it when she realised it gave the possibility of another bag of demon meat to fry.
“HALT THERE!” She called aloud to the figure from afar, activating her jet boosters hidden in her feet as she started flying towards them.
Satta would stare at the critter that scuttled around the ground in a unsettling frenzy, she'd tilt her head, following it's movements by moving her head. It'd be a very silly spectacle from a second person's perspective, just an effeminate metal creature watching a frenzied hairy creature dance around in circles. Though to Satta it wasn't silly, it was interesting. She'd point at the animal, drawing a circle in the air with her finger, the critter responding with a front flip. She'd smile, sitting down with her knees close to her chest, pulling them closer in with her arms. What a lovely creature, it sure seemed to take well to her control.
She'd continue watching the animal, not growing bored by the slightest, really, she could keep this up for hours. However, she soon wouldn't be able to remain lax and observant, as two things happened. First, the strong dust storm would intensify, more gravel, sand, and pale yellow dirt being kicked up into their face. It's not like the debris itself bothered her, no, she didn't really care about how it felt pelting against her body. But if she were to stay too long, she may have trouble finding her way out. And the second thing that happened,
was Scythia.
It was like a flash flood, rain emerging from the heavens without a precursing cloud in sight. Only the cloud was a fully armed automation with more than enough killing intent, and the rain was someone else's blood dripping to the ground. A slow tilt of Satta's head would be enough to bring her into the machine mutant's frame of view. She wouldn't be unnerved by the sight, Satta did have trouble getting phased by the small things after all. Though the sight did raise more than a few red flags in her mind.
Satta, calmly, would remove her arms from her legs, patting off the spandex that covered her thighs, attempting to get the dirt off before it stained anything. Then slowly, and far too nonchalantly, would stand up, not making any wild movements, really, she barely moved anything more than her legs and her head. Though her eyes would be locked onto this newcomer's enterance. She didn't seem to have any obvious traits of goodwill present.
The machine mutant would stare down the android, keeping their cool and not moving a muscle. Even as they shot out a command, halting them, and flying forward. Satta would take a deep breath, placing her hands at her side, balling them to fists, and giving a sharp exhale through her nose, her nostrils flaring up. The animal she had "tamed" giving a growl to the new android before scurrying off. Though, before she got too close, Satta would grab a piece of tech that was stuck onto her hip, appearing to be a metal bowl like a turtle shell in general shape. She'd flick her wrist, a piece of glass emerging from the bottom, a flip open scouter, one of Doctor Ackee's items Satta "repossessed." She'd calmly put it onto the side of her face, staring at the general direction of Scythia, clicking the button on the front and-
-And...
"..No way." Satta would finally speak, adjusting the scouter a little bit, as if moving it would somehow change the reading, "Six-thousand? That can't be right." She'd mummur to herself, looking down and thinking deeply. If this reading was accurate, she, well. She was in for something interesting. Slowly, she'd 'holster' the scouter, putting the glass scanning part back inside and placing it back onto her hip, patting it to make sure it stuck on.
As Scythia finally drew close enough, Satta would shift her demeanor, crossing her arms and tilting her head back, giving a dirty, rude look, though within her eyes was a bit of interest. After all, high power levels made her itch. Though enough about that, she was currently in a volatile situation, and she didn't want to be the one to make it any more volatile.
"So... Who are you?.. What are you even doing out here?" She'd ask, raising her hand and lowering an eyebrow, adding a little sass to her words. WC: 698 PL: 768 Stamina: 3/3
Grain of dusts and grim would wipe among the metal dragon's face, but she didn't care, the sand leaving little to no mark due to her mostly mechanically body. Clothes on the other hand may of been an issue, but they could always be washed out, maybe not so much the blood that stained her body, she could remove it, but it would always be there one way or another.
She would leave the dead body behind along with her rather shitty ship, it was no longer nothing more then scrap metal to her by this point. And the body was nothing more then a another reminder of the filth she'd stained herself with. Truly disgusting she thought, even a bit grossed out by the demon blood that she'd manage to spill on herself, oh well, there was actually thing else she'd spotted here, and it intrigued her greatly.
She zoomed towards the figure, her jet boosters blasting a bright blue as she neared, quick to slow and calm she soon came closer to her. She raised an eyebrow, the figure was even small upon further inspection. Scythia would assume she'd be a Tuffle, but her appearance seemed, interesting? She was similar to Scythia in looks, and what from she could put together, maybe nature. A very white, yet technically being, possibly female? But very much some form of Tuffle, or Tuffle-like, which made the android already drop her guard more.
Scythia had been raised and helped by a Tuffle mother figure from around the age of a 11, Telari had been her peace of mind to talk to when distraught and a logical adviser to sought information from when confused or lost. In her eyes, the only Tuffle she ever known had been kind yet wise to her, and this stuck, just as she had great hatred for demons, she had great respect for Tuffles unless they had something to prove otherwise.
As her rockets would die out, she'd rather elegantly land on the ground beneath her at a slow pace, the ground beneath her clearly all sight of dust due to the wind her boots produce. She'd place her arms on her hips, not sharing Satta's look but not liking it either. Her face was neutral if anything, thought laced with genuine curiosity if anything of what Satta really was. As she'd land, she just give a smug grin as the mutant machine asked her. Who was she? Well, she was a queen is what she was!
...What was she doing out her? Well that was a harder question for Scythia to answer herself, she was here to maybe fight someone with her time but as of yet, she'd found nothing but boring amounts of sand and dirt, and the heat of the boiling sun beneath her. Not that she'd overheat or anything, she'd been fixed up to deal with things like, she was no idiot. She flip her shimming silver hair out of her face, behind her back and give a delighted yet twisted grin, her posture calm yet. "I am Scythia, technologically advanced princess of Deluvia," She grinned. "And hunter of demons." She smiled, adding a pause for clear effected as she looked Satta directly in the eyes, a sesne of smugness leaking from her every metal bone. "I came here seeking... Action, or by this point, just any form of life." She admitted, her brightness fading. "But, clearly my ship had made miscalculations and I can't see everything but deserts for miles, or well, that's what my radars are telling me." She huffed, pouting as she started up into the sun above her.
"My nobel self aside, what is your name? And do you even know where I could be located?" She inquired aloofly, the smear of blood still spread across her cheek.
Satta would steel her body, staring down this robotic creature without a centimeter of movement, motion or flinch. She was currently feeling an array of motions, handling them all in sequence. There was caution, fear, and overpoweringly so, interest. Sure, perhaps it wasn’t a wise first impression, but strong power levels did attract Satta’s attention. She’d pause, giving Scyhtia an odd look as she continued to remain in an unbroken, neutral pose. She wouldn’t give anything away in her body language, not any fright, nor any focus. She was just standing up straight, arms to the side, and her body virtually at attention. Satta didn’t want to give Scythia any chance to read her, the best first impression, in her opinion, is one that gives no weaknesses away.
As the Android continued to talk, she’d remain the same state of frozen stasis, not even twitching from standing still for so long. Though despite her pose giving nothing away, she was in deep focus, “Technologically Advanced Princess of Deluvia?..” Dr. Ackee had never told her about any planets called Deluvia, perhaps this Android is more important than just another wanderer… Or a bluffer with too much ego. Though the second thing she said, that bounced around a little more, “Hunter of Demons.” Hmh, now, Demons were something that Satta recognized. Though even then, with the smugness emanating from her, Satta had troubles being very phased, at least on the surface. She’d listen on, letting Scythia ramble as she, well, continued to do nothing. Even with the intensifying storm and dirt kicked up into her face, Satta hadn’t moved an inch since when she had began speaking. Finally she began speaking about miscalculations, and issues with her ship. It wasn’t that this really stuck out as anything very interesting, but it did explain why she was here in the first place.
After a minute of Scythia speaking, and Satta doing quite a remarkable impression of a statue, Satta would finally speak up, “Satta, creation of Doctor Ackee, I am an engineered construct of metal, mutated and compositionally altered to take on the properties of an organic creature. I am a machine mutant, and you are on Sadal.” Suddenly, Satta would shift her pose, bringing her scarf closer to her mouth, as to hide her expression, placing her left leg back, and looking at the Android with a scowl, “Your reasoning for being here has been explained, but I question what you intend to do now that you are here.”
She’d pause, taking a deep breath and looking at Scythia up and down, looking for any trait that seemed immediately dangerous. She was not normally so confrontational, but then again, normal is not someone with a power level of six-thousand crash landing on Sadal. Though even then, she found herself more intrigued by the power that this being possessed, rather than having the sensible response of being overwhelmingly afraid. WC: 496 PL: 768 Stamina: 3/3
Scythia would eye this strange woman down as she did nothing but stand there, but she did wonder if it came from her own power level? Scythia would give a smile, but it wasn't kind, and it wasn't welcoming. Had this creature maybe feared her? Probably, such a thought only fuelled the machine of a girl further as she curled locks of grey hair out of her face, walking closer towards to the mutant machine more. Scythia guessed Satta either had a build in machine to track her power or had another tool for it, from what she had studied and what Terlari the Tuffle had taught her, she functioned differently from most Ki walking living folk, and so she PL was effected as so.
But the idea of maybe being two scared to move was cut shortly as Satta spoke, it felt really robotic, and weird, and off, but the fact Satta admitted to her constructed conscious, Scythia would tilt her head, but within reason understand what Satta was and what she was saying. "A mutant machine hm? How interesting." Scythia purred, eyes locked into the small figure. Satta was clearly some form of robotic being, such as Scythia herself, but probably self born this way, not made a cyborg such as the princess herself. It was amazing to hear what this, well, theses people of Sadal could do if Satta was of there own work. Scythia used to only hear stories about a world beyond her little dink of a planet when it came to technologically advancements. She was still rather modern and well constructed thanks to her skilled bio-mechanic but still, this was a joy for Scythia to even ponder, her smile becoming less questionable as she was lost in thought for a moment.
Thought as Satta finished her introduction Scythia's smile dropped for a moment, her intent? Hmm, Scythia would tap her chin for a second before realising the red on her face, oh, oh! A haughty and hard laugh would leave the animal android's mouth as she looked the little Tuffle down. Scythia sometimes forgot her hatred for demons wasn't something everyone shared, and some might of even seen as inhumane or monstrous, something Scythia really couldn't wrap her head around, but wouldn't bother to argue anymore with as she'd only get mad. But, Scythia wasn't complete crazy, while extremely biased and highly racist, she didn't just off random demons, not in well, public at least.
"Oh fear not." She snorted. "My intentions are not to harm you." She said as if it was even an insane thing to think of. "I don't hunt random demons little mutant machine, only those who prove themselves as threats." She said coolly, her smile growing sinister. "Or well, stand in my way." She said smuggly, hands on hips.
"Take for example the sneezy little thief I caught behind me, he truly was a disgusting little bug who'd dare threat me, so, I took care of them." She laughed, wiping the smears of blood of her face into her armour.
Satta would remain fairly solid, her expression breaking from a dead neutrality to one that actually had reaction, but still being far from expressive. The more she glanced at Scythia, the more interested she'd grow. Granted they did not like the Android being so, how to say, dangerous. But she didn't mind this at this stage of the interaction, she was little threat if her words carried any weight. For now all she was doing was listening to the robot's words, keeping herself still, and keeping herself concentrated on the matter at hand. As soon as Scythia repeated what Satta said, that being she was a Machine Mutant, she'd tighten her gaze on Scythia. Even though it was very hypocritical, she didn't enjoy the fact that it was clear the android was examining Satta in return, though, she wouldn't voice this dislike in anything more than a slight frown, but it didn't make her happy.
As she spoke again, Satta would find herself a little more relaxed, not dropping her guard of course, but losing a bit of the tenseness she had. Alright, she'd think to herself, if they weren't lying in an attempt to lower her guard, something they wouldn't accomplish even then. They did seem to only be on a directive to hunt down demons, or rather, criminal demons. Though, perhaps it was a baseless hunch, but Satta had her doubts on Scythia only hunting down demons that were threats or criminals. Regardless, she wasn't a demon nor a criminal, she had nothing to fear on that regard... ...Well, she technically did murder Dr. Ackee, but if this huntress dispatched life ending vigilante acts as a hobby, she seriously doubted what she did would be considered too heinous.
Regardless, at least at face value, this android offered little threat to Satta's person, this, this made her only more interested-
...Hurm, Satta, felt something off. It was hard to place what this feeling was, but she'd quickly dismiss it, all that mattered right now was, well, obtaining this android for herself. Such power, and if they weren't lying, such prestige. With a princess in her pocket, how truly easy it would be to reign! However, before she could fantasize much further, Satta's thoughts would be interrupted with the arrival of a newcomer. A loud "Hey!" would break its way into Satta's eardrums, her composure momentarily breaking if only for her head to snap to Karah, her eyelids raising up, then lowering in a quiet focus. Hmh, that was a recognizable race, a Saiyan, jet black hair, sturdy physique, and a surprising amount of muscle. She'd give a soft scoff to herself as she eyed them, responding to their assumption of their species with a straightforward, "I am a Machine Mutant, creation of Tuffle scientist Dr. Ackee." Then, after a short pause, "Who the hell are you?"
Satta would keep her eyes focused on this newcomer, though would slowly take their folding scouter off of their hip. Placing it on their ear fairly nonchalantly in order to scan this new arrival's power level... Hrm, not much of a reading, she'd pause, slowly putting the scouter back where it was. She was immediately quite bored with this person, an insignificant power level was a quick way to lose her interest. However, she still did keep an eye on her, the Saiyans were supposedly a warrior race, she'd still be somewhat cautious in the case that there may have been a trick up her sleeve. Besides, she had no clue what their intentions were. WC: 592 PL: 768
Scythia's grin would keep, this being of metal seemed to well, not fear but, kept her guard around her, which means she was being taken seriously here. Good, this is what Scythia wanted, she was a princess and a fighter, but the latter came first in a place such as Sadal, from what she knew Saiyans where warriors and if she wanted tp prove herself on this planet, her strength of power would be needed. Not that she would ever lose of course, not like this, compared to most, Scythia saw herself as a goddess of death and destruction, well, to those who earned it.
But Satta also proved another point for Scythia, fear was good, fear was needed it put people in there place but to much could make people irrational and dangerous if over pushed. And that's not what the android wanted others to see her as. She wanted to be something to be known of, but not like some form of monster! Just, a very good, and strong fighter. Maybe Scythia would need to tone herself down sometimes, or well, least to smaller people such as Tuffles. She would fold her arms and soften her features a bit, but she stood there stern and proud.
By there was a small sound in the distance that had gotten louder and louder, the sound of wind wising as she turned her to spy someone, a young woman with dark hair and a small stature, only a few inches above the Tuffle near them. She tilted her head, this was, a Saiyan yes? The dark hair, dark eyes , just like her step-mother would her when she was little, amazing and strong warriors with features as black as a raven's feather. Her grin grew, not of some twisted smugness this time but actual genuine excitement and curiosity.
As the Saiyan talked addressing the Tuffle, then her, she gave a laugh as the Saiyan guessed that ship belonged to her. "I am Princess Scythia of Deluvia, and the ship is mine, despite it's rather... Poor... Quality.." She admitted, trailing off, rather embarrassed. "Despite my technologically achievements.. My people aren't known for their, well, machines, my people are fighters not inventors." She simply put it, still sounding proud of her own kind despite their flaws. "And you!" She said, point to Karah as her smile returned. "You must be a Saiyan, yes? I've heard lots about your kind, how amazing you all are! True warriors of the universe" Scythia exclaimed,the facade of the strong warrior woman starting to break as the childlike amazement of a young girl slipped through, for just a moment. Thought she coughed, a slight blush grazing her cheeks as she realised how she may of looked right now, but continued."I have troubled all the way here to hope to fight your kind, I have heard nothing but great things here, and I hope you will show so!" She gleamed. "Know, as Satta said before hand, what would you name be little Saiyan?"
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