An Anomaly of The Art
Xukhezur + Solares encounter the Gemini Twins near Nexxian City (IC)
PREVIOUS EPISODE: Exploratory Combat Encounters with Solares (IC)
Orion pinched the bridge of her nose. Just under her pointless but stylish little nose-glasses, of course. The place was a wasteland, not terribly unlike every other wasteland they'd wound up in before. Dust was dusty, wind was windy, arid was... arid...ee. And Zion was disappointed with what they found out here in the middle of nowhere. "It's not going to open. That door is huge. And we're not strong enough to get through it unless someone helps us. We should probably get help." She was murmuring to her other, who was throwing her shoulder into the massive blast door like it was going to do something. Not even a dull thunk resulted. "Well MAYBE if 'we' were doing something other than standing there looking amazing, WE would be making more progress. By WE I mean YOU. Which means me. But mostly you." She stopped shouldering, and rapped her right hand hard against the unyielding door. Not a budge. "So we agree that neither of us is really trying to open it yet. What are we... WE...doing, then?" She eyed her other. The wind caused her overcoat-thingy which was made generally pointless by the fact that she wore it open with a leotard under it, no pants, and thigh high boots. And belts, lots of belts instead of something sensible to preserve her modesty. Looked cool though. And that's what's important. "I think," Xion was turning to face her, and flopped her back against the still unmoving bunker door. "We're waiting for something. Something convenient?" Orion pursed her lips. Shrugged, and panned a gaze across the otherwise barren landscape. "Oh. Sounds legit."
Flames trailed through the atmosphere as the triangular space-craft broke through and brought along with it a low rumbling. A low blue radiated from the several large pulse emitting panels positioned along the front and back of the ship that was slowly descending to the surface of the dry crust of the planet below. Inside the ship Solares was calmly working the two orbs that controlled propulsion alongside the cardinal movements; the male stood as they neared landing, he input several auto-landing commands into the holographic center console before moving from the cockpit to the bay where he would nod to Xukhezur before taking up his usual armaments and equipping them according to his habitual fashion. The whole reason they had landed on the planet was their sudden need for provisions, cannibalizing the ships cargo was something that had to be done to make it run at peak performance but Solares soon realized that he hadn't stored enough to suit the both of them for weeks at a time in the void of space. Opening a small panel the male quickly went to work at reading the intelligence gathered by the craft's scanners while they were still above the planet. Dry, arid, not especially hospitable at this current region. 'Huh,' Sol thought to himself. 'There does seem to be a large influx of energy here and a city not far off.' The sudden change in pressure occurred as the ship landed on the surface, it didn't truly 'land' per say, but rather kept itself aloft several feet above the ground. Walking to the back of the bay he slid open a cabinet and pulled out a long black scarf that he used to wrap around his face and neck before placing his hands on the weapons on his hips and opening the bay doors to hop out onto the wind-blown landscape.
Xukhezur and his protomorphic minion had also taken up some arms that were available in Solares' vessel, and slid quietly through air to hover beside Solares, the former in his robotic power armor which maneuvered about by the use of an induction engine array producing artificial gravity fields, and the latter maneuvering in much the same manner. The former performed a scan of the surrounding region, whilst connected to the planet's global information network. He discovered that they were less than a mile from a retired military base, that might serve as a means of shelter, while also placing them in a position where they'd be less likely to encounter curious locals. "There's a facility to the west that might serve as a secure place to park your vessel, while we search for provisions and supplies."
Zion had her back to the door, and just happened to be looking at Orion when... "Oh, will you look at that." She folded her arms over her fishnet clad chest, flicking her right pointer finger toward the object rapidly descending a ways off. "I'm going to stop giving you credit for those. It's giving you a big ego." Remarked Orion as she glanced over her shoulder to look. "We're pretty amazing. So I think it's... large, but not disproportionate." Quipped back by Zion as she pushed away from the blast door, moving up alongside her twin as the craft continued to descend and inevitably dropped (at least temporarily) behind some obstruction or another. "That's the best kind." They glanced at one another. Smirked simultaneously at their own innuendo, and then simultaneously dissolved into a fit of giggles about it. "Pfffhhnhnhn...you're funny!---" And then both, simultaneously deadpanned. "Serious time. What are we going to do here? The basic D.I.D---Damsels in Distress---or... try to manipulate them... ambush them..." Zion responded by placing a hand on her hip, the other lofted to tap her pointer finger against her bottom lip. "...well we don't know who it is yet. If it's like, military or something we could always just kill them and suck 'em dry and use their equipment to blow the doors. Or their energy, if they have enough of it." Orion nodded. "Aaand if it's 'special' folks..." She trailed off. They both grinned. "I like this plan."
A heavy gale buffeted against the Astaen and caused him to push westwards at a more difficult pace, the scarf around his features whipping violently in the torrents of dust. Overall it would not take them long to get there, and at about a half-way point to the bunker he sent his neural oscillations outwards at a rapid speed as he concentrated heavily on extending his reach to resonate with the light at the bunker and then draw it back to his eyes as he continued to stagger forwards. "Two women," Solares noted to his companion as the trudged through the somewhat flattened wastelands. Upon arrival he would crouch down just out of view over the crest of a small outcropping of sediment. Keeping himself hidden he nodded towards Xukhezur sending a resonance that instead of drawing the light in would keep the light reflected from the pair to reaching their optical detection. This made them nearly invisible however it was very taxing on his mind to keep the illusion controlled. His steady approach would bring him within a perimeter of fifteen feet, completely crouched as he scouted the area more in depth without having to waste quite as much energy by drawing in the light.
Xukhezur activated his craft's cloaking screen, which manipulated the electromagnetic spectrum to conceal him from sight and all but the most advanced sensors and sophisticated divinations, as he slid silently through the air just above the ground on the artificial gravity fields produced by his craft's engines. Meanwhile, his minion circled about just above the ground, maintaining a much larger radius from the twins whilst having grabbed a pair of photon compactions from Solares' vessel that might come in handy. Xukhezur closed the distance similarly to how Solares did, flanking him to one side by about fifteen meters, but stopped within ninety feet of the twins, unless discovered before then.
The Gemini, that is, both of the twins did not seem aware of the two sneaking toward them as though hunting wabbits. They looked bored. Leaning against one another, Orion's right shoulder against Zion's left. "I spy with my little eye... Ugh, Zee it's just the same stuff as before. This game is terrible." Zion sighed. "Just play along alright? If we didn't know that someone was listening, we wouldn't be self-dialoguing would we? That'd be strange. That would mean I'm talking to myself." Orion pursed her lips and gave a 'not bad' or 'good point' sort of expression. "I don't see anyone though. And weren't we talking to ourselves before your convenient ship showed up?" Zion shrugged. "I guess we already weren't alone, then." "We're very metaphorical." "It's part of the awesome." "Is the exposition over, yet?" "Just about."
Deciding upon standing he unsheathed his weapons with a deft and silent movement before walking forwards at a brisk pace and standing between the two women. "Ladies." The word would seem to vibrate from empty space before Solares' form suddenly appeared with arms fully extended and blade-points held a breath away from the soft skin of their throats. Normally Solares was a cold observer, however since there was already one on the team his style would have to change. "So what are such lovely women doing out in such a harsh desert?" he questioned with a cold humor while just giving a slight bend in his knees that would likely go completely unnoticed. His face was still partially obscured by the thick swatch of cloth that wrapped around his neck and lower features leaving his ponytail to whip around haphazardly in the common wind that would pick up in a desert. Tugging at his cheeks he allowed a sly grin to spread his lips taught over his teeth awaiting their answers if they had any.
Xukhezur hadn't expected Solares to give that kind of welcome, and momentarily wondered what he would of done if he'd been approached in the same manner. Using his magesight goggles, he was enabled to visually perceive magical auras, and examined the ladies for the presence of any magical gear or ongoing magical effects that might offer an indication of what they were capable off. He then bade his craft's auto gunner to set the shoulder mounted firearms to stun and train them to center mass on the two ladies. Here we go, he thought silently within his suit.
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