amorphical — Roleplayer Guild

Folding her mechanical arms she stood there knowing there was only one real option to her. Perhaps this Oraborom, could be persuaded to tow her to a orbital space station for repairs and safety. Leaning forward on the control panel Ali pressed the comm button. "I need repairs and new data for my navigational charts. Would you be willing to tow my vessel to a nearby space station?" She waited with baited breath. At least on a station there was a better chance of law enforcement. In the black there was only one law, survival. Dying in the black was no way for a person like her to go. Even if they refused to take her in tow then Ali may be forced to seek refuge aboard their vessel and abandon her own. She really wished she had spent the extra money for a visual communication array. It was just normally not worth it for her to look at some space jock in their underwear, or allowing them to see Ali was in hers. Also the extra equipment would have a slightly larger draw on the electrical system and on long journeys her speakers were more of a friend to her than another face. 

She may be stranded but with so many unknowns the cyborg readied herself for whatever might be next. Suiting up in a space suit. Getting her energy rifle and a jagged knife. It was easy in space to kill someone with only a tear in their environmental suit. The knife made it simple. Alis suit was a bit different in that it had no sleeves to get caught on something and tear. Her arms were metal and a tough composite of carbonite half the weight of titanium and twice the tensile strength. It would take a diamond saw or a plasma torch working on them for a few minutes to damage them in any meaningful way. So far in her dimension they were literal life savers on more than one occasion.Looking out the front window Ali could see the red glow. She waited...
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