Aegis Protocols

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

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A broadsword, when swung, has a weight, and to a keen eye, so does the arm that swings it. Once that metal gets moving, it takes more force than what its worth to stop it. Sen's primary reason for letting it pass so close, but an inch from her face, was just that simple - At that angle, the blade was harmless.

Her eyes had little to do with what she was doing right then as her back arched, the curve saving it from a thrust that was aimed at her core, barely making wind whip across the surface of the alpha plate it grazed. Her hand planted, lifted her into the air upside down. The Pariahim was only all too aware of the crossbow bolt that whizzed between her knees, even more keen on the blade that again made an attempt on her head.

That handplant shifted under her, bearing a heavy plate in the way of what would have otherwise either taken her head clean off, or seriously knocked her sensors out. Metal took metal, and with sparks, her arm absorbed the blow and was knocked out from under her, springs in the plate reacting.

Pain shot up her arm, but it was a warning, not a sign of damage - telling her mostly that it had absorbed some energy. The momentum of that metal as it moved was enough, though, combined with a wiggle of her torso, half intended to right her on her feet again, half intended to dodge a second crossbow bolt, to set her on her feet upon one of the blades that was aimed to kill.

Metal in her hand opened as her fingers wrapped around an iron-clad shoulder, and with a crash, force rippled directly into the swordsman's body, sending him careening backward, leaving his sword behind - he had no choice with an arm that refused suddenly to grasp it. If she were anything but precise, these swordsmen would have killed her long ago. If only, if only.

Sen's face was a visage of anger as her hand again closed, and her form contorted into a twisting roll. The second swordsman wanted a say in whether or not she would escape unharmed from them, but all he got was his comrade's pommel bouncing off his forehead, followed by a cartwheeling kick that only maybe halfway intended to see the Pariahim past yet another bolt that would have snaked its way past her armor into the more vulnerable cracks.

This left the squire in chainmail sputtering, bleeding from a gash her boot left in his forehead, and a likely cuncussion. Of course, that was her intention - Better to make him realize his own mortality without cracking his head open.

Sen's muscles were on fire, and her body was telling her, again and again, that it was time to stop, that she was going to regret this if she didn't relent. She wasn't naturally this agile - it took some exact calculations to dodge them like this, and some well timed absorbtion of damage to keep it up in terms of her capacitor. Only one was left to worry about... only one more she told herself! She didn't have much Capacitor left, couldnt let her body run on high like this much longer, for already she could feel metal softening.

As she wheeled, she could see the crossbowman across some distance, again cranking his weapon for another shot. She planted her legs, raised both hands, and felt her hands again open. He was almost ready to fire, but so was she... how would this end? Energy gathered inside her arms, congregated like a mass, and neared completion, the last energy she had in her capacitor she'd taken from the blades of the men who now either lay bleeding in pain, or were walking to puck up their sword again. Either way, he wouldn't get to her in time to stop this shot.

Sen's arm let go of its charge faster than a man could pull a crossbow bolt, but he still did pull the trigger - and a bolt had a lot of mass. IT would go off course, but it would not be stopped by the kinetic bolt passing over it, as it smacked him like a sack of potatoes with an audible, jingling smash as it careened into his chainmail.

Her energy was spent now, and she had no means to push her servos any faster. All she could to was try to lower her arm in time, keep it from something vital. She almost succeeded, bouncing off her wrist, but it only ended up striking an alpha plate on her hip just wrong. All that force transferred right into her chassis, and sent her to the ground instantly with a false flourish.

Both of them were down, but of the two, Sen got of easy - she wasn't bounced off of a stone wall. She just had some dislocation in a vital movement servo was all. It hurt bad, and she fought tears, but she had it in her to roll to her side to dodge a thrust that implanted a broadsword in stone. Just imagine what it would have done to her! Her hand seized the swordsman, and a rough jerk brought him really close up, bouncing his head off hers. Only her head was made of metal, and his of something that bounced and made an uncomfortable wet packing sound when she did that. He didn't get up again, save the half-movements of writhing.

Sen tried to look dignified as she stood, but the pain of her hip was a bit too much for her to handle gracefully.

"Ow!" she hissed, and gave a stare at a young man some distance away, frozen in his spot. He had the look of someone who could hardly believe what he just saw. Every single humanoid in that vicinity had a similar look about them, right about up until guards were suddenly everywhere, grabbing and shouting that she aught not to make a single move lest they do bad, bad things to her.

[Seath]

Seath had come to the capital on a whim, just deciding to sell his wares a bit further than the small towns he normally had, to see if he could get a little more money. He had no idea what events would be set in motion by his visit there, whose fates could be changed by a single person, dressed as a pirate captain, selling fish where he didn't normally go.

He had been about to step up to the aid of the merchant who seemed to be having some trouble, but it seems that Sen had beat him to it. Instead of stepping in to help, however, he decided to watch, and wait to step in only if she needed help, though, from the first few blows he could already tell she wouldn't need any, at least, not any time soon.

The fight was over before long anyway, and Sen's fighting style, almost a hypnotic dance of grace, beauty, and pain had left him entranced - until, that is, the guards shuffled past him and startled him out of it. Now, at this point he was quite sure that she'd need a bit of help, and so, leaving his case of fish by the blacksmith, he stepped forward to lend aid.

Of course, he'd try to make it as non-lethal as possible, but, his net wasn't exactly designed specifically for incapacitation, but... He was sure he'd figure something out. He slowly uncoiled the chain from his waist, trying to be as quiet as he could - though with the clanking of the guards armor, he didn't have to worry much - and lifted the net from his back carefully. Boy, if this doesn't bring back memories... He thought to himself.

Seath smiled a bit as he shouldered one of the guards into another and hurled his net over them, and yanked the chain firmly with a firm twist of the chain on the end to make it spin and lock its hooks into their armor, quite effectively pinning them. From there he looked up at the other guards with a surprisingly innocent grin. "Pardon me gents, just be a minute." He said in a polite tone before grabbing hold of Sen's arm, and slung it over his shoulder to help her walk as he dragged her to her feet.

A moment later he gave a twist to the chain in the opposite direction, spinning the guards around and releasing his net from them before taking off with Sen in tow, and his net dragging along behind him, despite his best efforts to single-handedly reel it in.

[kihaku]

The guards were having a dismal time of trying, for whatever reason, to subdue the pair. The first aggressor, the clank of metal on metal, inhuman ability, and trade-mark "rabbit ears" dead give-aways that she was a Pariahim. A pissed-off Pariah was dangerous in even the best of circumstances, but with the added confines of the street and a net-wielding partner, the market-level guards would always be hard-pressed to gain any real ground. It was only a matter of time before the real policing force came in.

Mage's Guild Knights, the best of the best, the strongest and swiftest warriors ever assembled by a single organization. Though never actually considered mages by definition, their strength comes from an inherent magic that flows through their veins, hardens the bones, tightens the muscles, and turns the blood to liquid ruby fire. Never considered mages, but given a spot on the Mage's Council equal to any of the other scholarly magicks.

The crowd parted as a small contingent of knights marched in time toward the altercation, the guards fell back, and the gathering peoples hushed. Despite their discipline, they wore little actual armor, greaves, bracers, one or two might wear a breastplate, but all bore the crest of the Cadets. As with all other forms of magic, Knightly strength was also classified into four groups. Potentials were referred to as Trainees, but anything between that and Lord-level were Cadets.

The group of six was lead by a smaller seventh who stood head and shoulders under the rest. He wore a pair of greaves and braces, but no other armor. His face was set and serious, and it was clear the others took their stride from his march. When they came to a halt, he strode forward to address the pair.

"By the power of the Mage's Council, you are both hereby ordered to cease and desist all forms of aggression, and come with us unconditionally. If you will not, you will be restrained."

The cadet looked no older than ten years of age, and his voice was only a little deeper than that of a pre-teen. Next to the Leiversian and Rellian flanking him, he cut an almost comical figure.

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Sen looked troubled, draped across Seath's shoulder, her face a mask of pain. She was doing tabs, mostly... concentrating on her leg, trying to take into account the extent of the damage. She didn't even catch the arrival of the Mage-Knight cadets until it was too late, and they were essentially trapped.

No permanent damage - that was the good news. The bolt hit her just right, and popped a simple assembly out of pace. Sen had to marvel at her own construction, at how she could feel such misery from so small a damage... and know it was for her own good she felt that pain. It would need some TLC later to be up to full capacity... no need to go home again for such minor damage.. but she needed it now, needed to be able to move.

Using her friend's support, the Pariahim braced herself against him and stepped on her own foot. The agony of this motion made her hiss through her teeth, but a solid, heavy pull on her hip with the rest of her form made her eyes roll back in her head... it made a thick crackle sound, though, and the well calculated pressure paid off - it went back into joint, then rested in the socket.

The pain was not gone, not by a long shot, but a swift smack to the hip with a balled up metal fist in another calculated spot smacked the metal into place again, to hold it fast. It was a temporary fix... it'd pop out again, she knew that - dreaded it, in fact - but it would do. Sen tested it, and formulated her reply for the young men arrayed before them, trying to avoid Seath's eyes.

"Request denied, Gentlemen" she faced them as she adressed them, trying to stand straight, hold herself tall so they could see she was not afraid. Her voice was destitute.

"I respect your laws, and I respect the authority of your nation, but unconditional surrender is not an option." she said, and pointed a crooked finger at the men she just beat the tar out of.

She gave them a mother's disapproving stare - the scourge of any good son's conscience - a look she seemed to be good at. For a few moments, she looked like a flesh-and-blood woman.

She shook her head. "Those men were hurting a merchant in the name of a nobleman. They are not badly harmed, but that archer might want to stay awake awhile..." She turned her gaze to the young man, and smiled at him, all aggression gone from her features, just like that, though her eyes retained that sadness.

"I don't relish fighting you, Gentlemen, but I know you can't stand down and let us simply leave. Please think no less of me or my people, honorable Cadets, but I cannot surrender to you today." Her sadness grew as she slipped into a fighting stance, ears flaring with a metallic sliding sound.

"If I have my way today... not one of you will be hurt severely, and you'll manage to subdue me safely... hopefully without busting me to pieces." she said sheepishly, under her breath. the young man might hear her, and probably Seath, but not a soul aside that.

It was to be noticed, though, that there were rather nasty looking assemblies on her fists that could have folded out and gave her punch some doubtlessly deadly spikes... only they didn't: She was going to fight them unarmed, as she had fought the street guards. She had no intention of harming them, and her face was full of despair.

[Seath]

Seath looked down at Sen as he felt her move, and gave a wince as he saw, and heard the crack as her hip servo was forced back into joint. Sure, Sen was a machine, but it still sounded painful, and he had no doubt that it was. His focus remained on her hip for a little too long, only noticing the little-ones command about half-way through.

He blinked a little and tipped his head faintly, about to speak before going silent once Sen began, letting her give her speech first, giving a nod here and there where appropriate - though, in truth he was only half-listening, his attention was more on her body than her words, enthralled by the technology it must have taken to create her.

When she finished, he did manage to get the gist of what she had said, and looked at the little one and his guards for a moment before giving a little nod, reeling his net in slowly, gripping it near the end of the chain and letting the sickle blade hang from his other hand. "I'm afraid I've got to agree with the lady... All she was doing was protecting the merchant from those ruffians, so if you intend to arrest anyone, arrest them. Or the noble they reprisent. Or someone he loves or something, but not us, we're just doing what's best for the citizens. And isn't that what your job is too, anyway, to protect and serve? Or is that just married couples... or was that obey?"

He blinks a little and gives a slow shrug for a moment, rubbing his head faintly before grinning a little. "Regardless, - no pun intended, I assure you - you've got no reason to arrest us, so why don't you just be on your way gentlemen, before someone gets hurt who doesn't deserve it." He said with a cheerful smile, patting Sen on the back gently, letting the chain dangle for a moment before giving the side of the sickle blade a little kick, knocking it back up into his hand softly. "Please, for all our sakes, just let us go." He said softly, his face losing its smile, looking stern and serious as he tensed up slightly, giving them all the 'don't you dare' look of an authorative parent, his head tilted to the slide slightly so he's looking at them out of the side of his eyes with a bit of a glare.

[kihaku]

Sen's refusal to go quietly didn't seem to phase the cadets, but the young one who had originally addressed the pair frowned slightly, as if he were disappointed. When Seath concurred that they were not at fault, the boy closed his eyes and shook his head. However, things took a tense shift when the pirate armed himself and declared that it would be in everyone's best interest if they were let off scot-free.

"Okay," the boy's stern and calm demeanor dropped like a lead weight from a castle tower, and was replaced by a frustration that was clear on his face, "first off, that wasn't a request, it was a chance to avoid a fight. The Academy makes me say that bull-crap just so we won't be held liable for not giving warnings.

Second, neither I, the Council, or the law cares if you didn't start it, you sure as shit finished it. If you see something against the law, you report it to the Knights, you don't take it into your own hands like vigilantes. You broke the law, and now you will answer for it."

He reached into his pocket and fished out a single length of thin chain. The links were so small and delicate, it looked as if he could snap it himself with his small hands. With his right hand, however, he unlooped a length of leather from his belt, and revealed a hammer with a handle almost as long as he was and a head the size of his own torso.

"Last chance, last choice. Easy," he jingled the chain, "or are you gonna break the law some more?" He hefted his weapon, the weight of it was nothing in his hand.

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Sen did not look any happier, not one bit. When things took.. an armed sort of turn, she was disappointed - he'd be armed, she would not. This... could be a problem. She didn't blame Seath for his words, he was right, after all... it WOULD be better for everyone. This is not how things were destined to be, though.

She did note, though, that the kid wielded a hammer. She already pegged him for a mighty sort, figured he'd be no pushover, and this idea was gratified by seeing this. A hammer took a lot of force to swing... a lot of force indeed. And force, to her, meant easy to obtain charge.

"Tell you what - how about I report those guards now, you arrest them, and I come quietly. Beats having a fight in the open street, doesn't it?"

[Seath]

Seath's eyes widened at the sight of the hammer, definitely feeling a little intimidated - and maybe even a bit emasculated - by the sheer size of it, though he decided to cover it up with his normal attitude, hoping his voice wouldn't crack. "That sounds like a fair proposal... What do you say kid, sound good to you?"

He hoped right away that the little one wouldn't take offense to being called a kid - of course, he knew that most likely he would, and was prepared to take the punishment for it. "Or uh... I don't suppose I could get you to turn the other way for some fish...? I've got quite a big supply with me, right uh..." He looked around for a moment before spotting the case of fish over where he had left it. "Right over there, go on, take a look, all guaranteed fresh, some of it still flopping if that's the kind of food you like." He adds with a little grin, his grip loosening slightly near the net, though he still held the sickle-blade tightly. "Come on, what do you say... I'm sure that some nice fresh fish would be a nice change from normal food, wouldn't it..? After all, some of these fish are awfully rare..."

He glanced at the case again, hoping that they would at least consider it, if not take his offer outright. "Besides, if you arrest us, then you're going to have to carry it along anyway, because I simply will not part with it without good compensation... And of course, letting us go would certainly be the best compensation that I could think of." He added with a little grin, nodding toward the case of fish once more before looking back at the Guild Knights with an almost puppy-dog-like face, his lower lip pushed out a bit and quivering slightly. "So what do you say...?"

[kihaku]

"Tell you what - how about I report those guards now, you arrest them, and I come quietly. Beats having a fight in the open street, doesn't it?" The young man seemed to consider the Pariahim's words for a moment, then nodded slowly as he came to approve of her compromise.

"That sounds like a fair proposal... What do you say kid, sound good to you?"

Being called "kid" didn't seem to have an effect on the Cadet, as he appeared to simply ignore Seath all together.

"If that's how you want to play it, then I'm sure we could-" he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. One of the other cadets leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, to which he whispered a reply with a nod before he turned back to the accosted pair.

"Good news, witnesses came forward and said you acted in self-defense. And considering you're obviously not from Warden, the law provides that we instead let you off with a warning." He made an off-hand gesture toward the incapacitated guards, and the Cadets made quick work or applying the restraints and forming a ramshackle chain-gang. Without another word to Sen and Seath, the prisoners were led off by the cadets, except the small one stayed behind. When the group was out of ear-shot, he turned to the pair and gave an exasperated sigh.

"Ugh, sorry about that. I know these guards, this isn't the first time they've been caught." He scratched the back of his head and appraised the two of them as a person instead of a Cadet. "You're lucky you didn't kill any of them, then this would've been a different story." He held out his right hand to Sen, "I'm Jezeroe. If you need repair, I know another Pariahim here in the Quarter who can help you out."

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Her stance, and any tension melted away to nothing - she had no reason to maintain them any longer.

"Thank you, Sir Jezeroe." she said, but a keen eye would see that her sensors did not retract from full capacity. Her expression softened, though, an impish grin pasted boyishly on her face. Her leg burned and stung with each adjustment to keep herself standing, throbbed gently as her energy ran through it... she had to marvel... she felt pain, and knew people made of flesh, blood, and bone were the inspiration - it was a defensive mechanism. Knowing that and experiencing it were not the same, though. She'd always marveled at the sensation of pain.

It was right about there she realized she felt kind of... fuzzy. She couldn't get pale, couldn't shake, couldn't bleed... but she could certainly get overwhelmed. She could suffer failure of conciousness and faint. It was this kind of pain that could provoke that. She felt the agony fade a moment, as her eyes lidded, her thoughts muddled, her ears drooping, wilting like silver flowers deprived of water.

"Oh." She said, her smile unfading even as her chin dipped. She fainted, and crumpled into a heap. Perhaps her threat to defend herself against the knights had been sabre-rattling, perhaps she misjudged her own pain tolerance threshold, or perhaps the body broke before the will would. Probably the latter.

[Seath]

Seath blinked faintly as he was wholly ignored, tilting his head faintly before giving a little shrug, looking off to the side. "My name's Seath if anyone's interested..." He murmured slightly before glancing back. "Or Sushi, if you prefer." He added with a bit of a grin as he looked back Jezeroe. "Nice to meet you, under the now better circumstances." He said with a wink.

He paused for a moment before smiling. "But seriously, if you want some fish, help yourself." He said before watching Sen's movements rather carefully, yet still seemed a bit surprised when she fainted, even dropping his net as she did, and sank to one knee, looking her over a little bit before giving a little sigh of relief. "Oh... Phew... She's only fainted.." He murmured quietly, regaining his composure a little bit and slowly slipped Sen's arm over his shoulders and stood up carefully to support her, despite her unconscious state.

"Mr.. uh.. Let's see, your name was..." He looked blank for a moment before speaking again. "J... Jerome..? Jezzibelle... Jezeroe, that's it, right? Um.. Could you help me get her to that Pariahim you were talking about?" He asked with a bit of a smile, his right arm holding Sen's hand against his shoulder, with his left arm wrapped around her waist.

[kihaku]

"Thank you, Sir Jezeroe," When she refereed to him by title, he shook his head with a small frown and waved his hand as if to ward off the respect.

"No, seriously, no 'sir' anything. Just 'Jezeroe' will be plenty." He slid his hand into his right pocket, pulled out a tooth-pick, and grasped it gently in his teeth. His mother had always warned him that it was a dirty habit, that he would eventually swallow it and kill himself, but he didn't care. Right now, his team was booking a band of malcontents, and he was a world away from the hidden caves of Brada.

"My name's Seath if anyone's interested..."

The young cadet turned his head and nodded in Seath's direction.

"Or Sushi, if you prefer."

He smiled at Jezeroe, who raised the right corner of his mouth in his version of a smirk. It wasn't entirely friendly, but it was definitely an improvement over the standard unfriendly curvature of his brow. "Nice to meet you, under the now better circumstances."

"Yeah, definitely. Like I said, I only act like that when I'm around other Cadets. To be perfectly honest, I hate all their bull-crap about rules and regulations. I'm a blacksmith, not a diplomat." Having said that, he reached behind him and fished something out from the waist of his pants: his favorite brown hat. With a practiced jerk, he placed it no his head and adjusted it to the perfect angle to keep the sun out of his eyes. Overall, it gave him a sort-of rebellious feel, as if he truly reflected his street smarts.

"But seriously, if you want some fish, help yourself."

Jezeroe shook his head, but not as vehemently as when he had been called "sir."

"Thanks, but our meals are cooked for us back at the barracks. Still, the cook will take whatever you wanna give. If you tell 'im that I sent you, that'd be-"

He cut himself off when he noticed that the gynoid had started to tilt, and watched apathetically as she slumped over against Seath.

"Mr.. uh.. Let's see, your name was..." Jezeroe stared at him as he seriously couldn't believe that the fisherman had already forgotten his name.

"J... Jerome..? Jezzibelle... Jezeroe, that's it, right? Um.. Could you help me get her to that Pariahim you were talking about?"

Jezeroe closed his eyes and sighed as his brows knitted together in frustration. One could see his jaw muscles clench, but it quickly passed.

"Yeah, whatever. C'mon."

Without another word wasted, he shouldered past Seath, which consequently put his shoulder into the pirate's kidney. It wasn't an out-right attack, but it would throb just enough to get the bigger man to remember the Rajoran's name. There were a lot of things that annoyed Jezeroe, but being an idiot by his definition was one of the few things that could really piss him off.

It took a good twenty minutes for the trio to reach the area Jezeroe had intimated, the sound of hammers falling on metal, the buzz of finer tools, and the scent of hot leather all permeated the air and assailed the senses. Jezeroe, however, lost the crease on his forehead and his mouth softened almost into a genuine smile. The sounds, sights, and smells were all familiar and comforting to the diminutive Cadet, which made this area of the Weapons Quarter his most frequented neighborhood. In a better mood, he gave Seath some background as to where exactly they were headed.

"Skizz is a Gynoid like Sen, and he specializes in small specialty parts. He owes me a few favors since I managed to work some scrap metal into shapes he needs for expensive repairs." The young man made one last left turn, then stopped in front of a building with a square, wooden door. A sign hung overhead, which bore the image of a single Pariahim ear.

"Oh, and don't stare. He doesn't like it when people stare." He pushed open the door and entered the dimly-lit room, a myriad of mechanical sounds emanating from a side room. On the walls were mounted various robotic limbs that appeared incredibly damaged and mangled and beyond repair.

"Skizz!" The sounds stopped.

"Jez? S'that you?" The voice was muffled, but even from a different room it was clear the words were digitally created. Footsteps rang out against the wooden floor, and a tangle of metal on legs appeared in the doorway. The Pariahim was unlike any other, foregoing the coverings that hid the mechanical genius of their race and showed off his "skeleton" proudly. His arms, however, were the true eye-catcher: six limbs, three on each side, were attached to the shoulder joints. The metal that made up the appendages were thin and darkened from age, but there was no mistaking their use as tools of delicacy.

His face looked like a welder's mask, except rather than a visor, a pair of dim red eyes with brighter center lights were used to see. His mouth consisted of four parallel slots and a wire mesh behind, which hid the low-grade voice box.

"What's that fish-monger friend of yours got? Finally remembered my birthday?" He approached Seath and unfurled the entirety of his six arms, the delicate fingers looked like dozens of needles aimed to tear flesh from bone as the multi-jointed arms snaked around. His fingers, however, glided gently over Sen's body like a gentle caress that not even a gnat would protest to. "Mmm, yummy yummy cake."

"Sorry Skizz, never will. I'm callin' in a favor, I need you to check her out and fix her up."

The Pariahim turned his head to appraise the young man, then turned back to admire Sen's form for a few more seconds.

"Eh, fine, bring her in." Skizz turned away and walked back through the door he had originally entered from. There was a work table in the center of the room, behind which stood a bench that held many gleaming tools of his trade. With Sen on the table, his many hands immediately went to work.

First, they ran down the entirety of her body, checking for abnormalities that would cause further damage by being played with.

"Mmm. No obvious damage." He turned and grabbed a cloth that sat on his bench, then placed it against the back of Sen's neck. With a delicate pressure, he pushed against key points that he knew would wake any unconscious, yet functioning Pariahim. "Wakey, wakey, pretty baby."

[Shei'ki\Agatha]

Sen's eyes snapped open suddenly, her ears flaring hard and body tensing in the time it would take someone to gasp in surprise, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth wide open, expression blank... for a good half second, before she again relaxed and winced, closing one of those big reddish-violet eyes.

"Ow... Morni-" she was cut short once her eyes adjusted to the funny light and took in the intensely freaky form of the Pariahim before her. Didn't take her long to recognize one of her own kind, though this one didn't even make a passing attempt to seem humanoid. Her sensors booted in a blue haze within her conciousness. Within her, processors booting up and the hum of computing rose from her form, sounds normally not present, but were audible at times like this. System crash wasn't unheard of.

"-ng..." she finished, and shut her mouth tight, forming her lips into a pursed line. Pariahim that didn't care how uncanny they looked always gave her the willies. Her eyes then wandered, looking over the room, slowly taking in that it was a shop, that this was likely the Pariahim Jez had spoken of.

"I've got a damaged hip servo casing, right leg - I'm... I'm a series two prototype, but I... was designed to be compatible with 0411, 2131, and 4400 standards, along with partial compatibility with their derivatives... if that's any help." she said rather sullenly... she always felt funny spouting that stuff off... what a thing to know. She almost never used hard datalinks, made a habit of avoiding those long ago.

She thought about it... What was she doing, being compatible with a mining unit, an artisan unit, and a defensive weapons platform? Was her creator using faulty ram?

[Seath]

Seath listened and nodded as he heard Jezeroe's explanation toward why he'd refuse the fish, and nodded once more once he was finished, smiling lightly. "Well, that's a shame, they're really good fish..." He said offhandedly before hearing the end, just before Sen fainted.

Seath's eyes widened a bit and he gave a faint 'Urk' sound at the passive-aggressive shoulder to the kidney, and took a few moments to recover before pulling Sen up into his arms, almost limping a little before he finally managed to get through the pain - mild as it was, it was more than he was used to in that area. Looking forlornly at the case of fish, he thought for a moment before grabbing it and dragging it into his net, before starting to drag it along behind him.

He carried Sen along behind Jezeroe for a while, watching him carefully before finally moving forward about ten minutes after the start of their trek. "Sorry about the hostilities earlier." He said softly, rubbing his head with his free hand, now that the chain was tied around his waist. "I'm sure that you wouldn't have had any trouble beating me, but... I'm glad that it didn't end up violently." He added after a moment with a reassuring smile, before falling somewhat quiet, staying just out of shoulder range, just in case. He wasn't particularly scared - maybe a bit intimidated by his size, but not scared - but if anything he was cautious.

When Seath caught the scent of the leather, he moved one hand over his nose, blinking a little, not used to such a strong smell. "Oh.. Wow.. What is that...?" He asked no-one in particular, before listening to Jezeroe's explanation, waiting until he was finished before speaking. "Wait, shaped scrap metal, you mean like.. uh... You can bend it with your hands, or something?" He asked quietly, staring at the little form for a moment before rubbing his head slowly. "Though I shouldn't be surprised, that hammer you had must've weighed a ton..."

"Don't stare, right.." He said quietly, and despite the warning, he barely managed to avoid doing just that as he saw Skizz, quickly looking back to Sen after a moment so it wouldn't seem like he was staring... Or at least, he hoped it wouldn't. He seemed to feel a bit disturbed, possibly even sickened, by Skizz's treatment to Sen's unconscious form, but managed to hide it after a moment, his fingers twitching faintly as he struggled against the urge to swat his hand away.

He followed Skizz into the other room quietly, and upon seeing the workbench, started over to it before almost falling over as his fish case got stuck in the doorway, eliciting a faint grumble from him as he untied the net from his waist. Afterwards, he made the rest of the short trip to the bench and laid Sen down with possibly more care than a stranger would normally use, making sure her arms were comfortably placed at her sides, and her legs straight, but not in a way that would cause pain for her hip - or at least, cause as little as he could. Once satisfied, he stepped back to let Skizz work, another slight grimace crossing his face at Skizz calling her 'pretty baby'.

He watched Sen with interest as she 'woke up', so to speak, and listened to the information she gave off - though none of it really made sense at first, but slowly, he began to recall his time spent in the Pariahim home city, and began recalling what those numbers meant, they were definitely model numbers, though he was having trouble remembering which ones, other than the artisan unit. Despite his curiosity, he decided not to ask. "So, uh, Mr... Skizz, was it? You.. You can fix her up, right? I mean, it's not a huge job to fix a hip servo casing, is it?"

[kihaku]

Sen's reawakening surprised Jezeroe at how sudden it had come on, but the only indication that he had even witnessed the event was that his face seemed a little less annoyed than usual, almost blankly watching the actions unfold in front of him as a casual observer.

"Ow... Morni-" Skizz stared at her curiously as he waited for her to complete her reboot.

"-ng..."

Jezeroe leaned back against the tool bench and crossed his arms over his chest. He was a little surprised that someone so biological-looking could still be a tangle of wires and flashing lights. Granted, he knew that Pariahim were "advanced" life forms, evolved beyond the need for flesh and blood forms, but it was still unnerving. Skizz, on the other hand, had watched her with his creepy, expressionless face like a mad scientist does his precious evil experiment. His glowing red pupils expanded when her speech hit the snag, then returned to normal size when she finished her greeting.

"Good morning to you too, lovely lady." With an unexpectedly graceful flourish, his three right arms tucked behind his back, two of his right arms bent in front of his abdominal area, and his final one swept low as he bowed deeply to her. "Skasorian, at your service."

Jezeroe snorted behind him at the robot's antics.

"Cut the crap, Skizz, only the Boogeyman's sister would find you remotely attractive."

The Pariahim turned his head to look at the small Rajoran and, though his face showed now outward emotion, his three back hands curled into gleaming fists that only Seath and Jezeroe would see.

"Indeed," he turned back to Sen and straightened himself, the hiss of his own body's moving parts audible without any kind of skin, "my apologies. Pray, tell me what might be the issue?"

"I've got a damaged hip servo casing, right leg," Skizz immediately hummed with interest as he moved slowly down the table to peer at the injured appendage.

"I'm... I'm a series two prototype, but I... was designed to be compatible with 0411, 2131, and 4400 standards," Skizz's face turned to stare at Sen curiously, that damned mask of his keeping any thoughts he might hold in that scheming little mind of his all to himself, "along with partial compatibility with their derivatives... if that's any help."

The skeletal gynoid held still for a moment, his bright eyes analyzing what he saw about this Pariahim before him, two of his left hands beating a small tattoo on the surface of the table.

"It does," he said slowly, the digital quality of his voice painfully obvious, "but with something like a servo, all that matters is the part itself." He turned away and all six arms darted about, snatching up tools and pieces, connecting several wires together.

"So, uh, Mr... Skizz, was it? You.. You can fix her up, right? I mean, it's not a huge job to fix a hip servo casing, is it?"

As he continued to prepare, Skizz shook his head, "With any luck, I'll have the part on hand, or at least something compatible. If not, she might have to make do with something temporarily if the item is too badly damaged."

When he turned back around, several tools were plugged into his own body, while other hands wielded dangerous-looking pliers.

"Y'know, I was originally designed to be a repair unit, but in a tragic accident, my processor was so badly damaged, they had to hard-wire an artisan processor to augment the missing information." He chuckled as if his anecdote was more amusing than it really was. "So if I seem somewhat eccentric, please think no less of me."

He placed the tools of his trade on the table and took the same cloth from before and gently wiped away a bit of dirt from the plating on her leg.

"Please, lie still and let me work. You can move everything except this leg."

First, he gently placed a left hand on her knee, then laid the cloth just above her hip on her midsection then a right hand on top.

"You're going to feel an odd sort of pressure, but bear with it."

Very gently, two left hands and a right moved forward and traced their fingertips along the line of the problematic plate, then persistently worked their way underneath until a small gap was visible. Immediately, his remaining right hand picked up a thin pair of pliers that were almost as thin as his fingers, slid them into the gap, and with an audible "snap," detached something from the plate. Immediately, Sen would feel her entire leg go numb.

"Excellent. Now, to work. If I begin to frighten, please, let me know."

Missing until now, the trademark Pariahim ears flicked upward with a loud metallic click, and immediately all six arms became a flurry of clicking, gleaming metal that picked up tools, whirred as they removed attaching pieces, wiped away pre-existing dust, then set each removed piece to the side in a neat order of removal. Eventually, Sen's whole right hip lay bare to the world, only the base mechanical parts remaining.

Jezeroe leaned forward, his brows raised imperceptibly in interest. Skizz, however, was still marveling at her construction, the damaged Alpha plate held in a set of needle-like fingers.

"Simply amazing... this is certainly high-quality kinetic armor. At any rate," he set it aside and peered at the injured servo.

"Jez, the copper leaf, please."

Jezeroe turned to the tool bench and pulled a spool of copper from a set of wire and handed it to Skizz's outstretched hand. As one hand gently removed a small section of paper-thin copper from her hip, others measured, cut, and readied the replacement piece.

"Dislodged and loose connection. No worse than a dislocation for a biological. Still, the major difference is," his fingers grasped the servo and, with a blindingly-quick jerk, popped the equipment back into proper alignment, "We don't need time to heal."

Once more, his hands set everything back into place in a blurred storm of metal, until only one last thing remained: reattaching her nervous-sensors. The process of sliding his fingers under the plate was repeated, only this time he popped the connection back into place, and sensation once more flooded Sen's leg, pain-free. Skizz removed the cloth from her soft belly and polished the alpha plate before stepping back with his tools in hand as his ears folded down against his head.

"Okay, give it a try," he said as he motioned she should stand.