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Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

A pair of robotic eyes peeped out from the door to the stairwell, scanning the hall for movement before disappearing back into the doorway. Seconds later, Pax's tall metal frame emerged and proceeded down the hall until arriving at the next corner, peeking once more. Clutching his hands together and holding them towards his side, Pax rounded the bend and slinked quickly down the next stretch of the hallway. His head darted around, making sure he wasn't being followed and hoping that nobody would catch him. Just a little farther... He thought, and within a short moment he was within arms reach of his prize.

Pax opened the door to the storage room and slipped inside, making sure to close it quickly before even so much as turning the light on. A second later, the lights flickered on, revealing an anxious Nagansa clawing another box open. Several other boxes had been moved around and opened as well, and the floor was littered with specks of the boxes and other bits of trash. It seemed rather clear that the avian creature was distressed, to some extent.

"No no no no! Nagansa, paklek! Stop! Please!" Pax exclaimed in a hushed tone, scrambling forward to grab the destructive creature. His hands, however, were full of food scraps - which were consequently flung across the room in his panic. "Ah, damn it... come here!" Pax groaned, struggling to grab Nagansa as she hopped around frantically to avoid his grasp.

Finally, his metal fingers settled in around her slender form, and he brought Nagansa's face to meet his and briskly thwapped her snout. "Bad girl! I told you, this stuff isn't ours! Now look at what you've done! This room is a complete mess!" Pax scolded, extending his leg to try and sweep the food scraps into a pile together on the floor and thwapping Nagansa's snout again.

"No more boxes, got it? Stop breaking boxes, and... I'll give you some Tarberries!" Pax continued, setting the bird down by the food.

"Now eat... I've got some cleaning up to do..." The robot sighed audibly, bending down to put some of the boxes back together and sorted out.

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Pax's tall metal frame practically tip-toed up the stairs as he tried to keep quiet, so as to not draw too much attention to himself. He had a mission - get food from the kitchen for Nagansa, hopefully without anyone noticing. Or, well, maybe the one from the bar could... what was his name? Spyder? Yeah, that sounded about right. His name was Spyder, and since he was the whole reason Pax was here he supposed that had to count for something... but... maybe it didn't have to - yet?

Soon enough Pax had made it to the commons area, and adjusted his movement to look a bit more... normal. It wasn't too much further until he would arrive at the kitchen door, and he silently hoped that it would be empty. Pax walked into a chair that hadn't been properly pushed in, almost falling over as he stumbled to regain his balance. The robot placed a hand on his face-plate, sliding the chair back into it's correct position as it screeched all the while. Once again failing to behave normally, Pax gripped his face-plate tightly in probably the closest thing he could feel to embarrassment.

But, still, all was not yet lost. He still hoped that nobody would be in the kitchen, and he could easily grab food for Nagansa. He arrived at the door and it opened in front of him, allowing him to take a few hurried steps inside before realizing... he wasn't as alone as he'd hoped. There were three people he didn't know, but there was also Spyder among them... making some odd face that looked rather painful.

"Uhh... too many people..." Pax vocalized by mistake, taking a few steps back. He struggled to think of an excuse, and in his inability to construct one he simply turned and left, making sure the door closed behind him before skittering off to hide in a corner on the opposite side of the kitchen from which he had originally come.

He huddled down to make himself smaller and dropped his head down low. "That was stupid. Stupid! Robots don't eat, they'll know! They'll know something's up!" Pax muttered to himself, holding his head in his hands and trying to calm himself down. "Maybe they won't find her, maybe it's fine... I can get the food later... I have time... I have time."

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Pax shut the door behind him as he turned on the light, illuminating the storage room he had entered and unveiling the sight of a colorful avian creature shoving it's head into a box. The robot's metal frame jolted as he rushed forward to separate the creature from whatever held it's interest, holding it firmly in hand and thwapping it rather lightly on the nose. "No! Bad Girl!" He scowled, bringing the creature closer to his face. "This stuff isn't ours, Nagansa, and I don't want you getting into trouble. You remember what our master would do when you misbehaved, right? The insect bastard..." Pax continued, sighing as he trailed off.

"Listen..." The robot cooed, sitting down on a box and carefully placing his pet upon his metal lap. "We don't know these people yet... I know you want to be free, but I don't trust them... what if they wanted to hurt you, too?" Pax spoke, clenching a hand into a fist as he began to pet Nagansa with his other. "I won't let them if I can help it... so you'll have to stay in here, for now... understand? I'll bring you food and water, and I've even got some yummy Tarberries I stole for you if you're a good girl."

Nagansa stared blankly up at Pax's face-plate, her many eyes trained on his. Suddenly she turned and hopped over to a nearby box, clicking happily and fluttering her wings. Pax emitted another sigh, though this time it seemed happier as well. "Yes, this place must be better than that dingy old cage. And we're going on our first adventure together. So exciting! Tell you what, I'll sneak you out for some exercise every now and then, too. Let you have some fun on planets, where you can..." Pax trailed off again, coming to a dreadful realization.

If Nagansa defecates in this room, then the ruse is sure to be up. There's scarcely any doubt that the other crew members will smell it on this floor - even with the door being shut. Kirukana are renowned for the smell of their feces, and Pax was afraid the crew would be more inclined to think she was a pest rather than a pet.

The avian creature in question, however, seemed none too distressed. She had begun clawing at the box atop which she was perched in an attempt to open it up, stopping only when Pax grabbed her gently and pulled her away. "No, Bad! Paklek, Nagansa! Paklek!" He scolded, thwapping her on the snout again.

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"I need two Blue Wraiths and a Laraxian Swirl, Pax!" One of the servers announced, prompting the mechanical bartender to set aside his cleaning duties and start fulfilling the order. Some nights were more chaotic than this, though he still disliked having to drop what he was doing no matter how slow the night moved. The two Blue Wraiths were easy enough to concoct, as they used a rather simple recipe known for producing a signature bluish glow, but the Laraxian swirl would take more time to get the right mix and presentation.

Pax had just slid the both Blue Wraiths over to the server and retrieved a tall glass to start on the next drink when the door opened, and several more people filed into the bar. As the glass filled up with a foamy green liquid, a taunting voice called out to Pax from behind. "Oi, you! Rust bucket!"

Pax didn't turn away from his work, and kept filling the glass, though the name calling didn't stop. "Ya stupid walking dishwasher, I'm talkin' to ya! Oi! Ya got a bolt lose er somethin'? Where's your owner, what's 'is name... Charaukk? We'd like a word with 'im!" They continued, taking to throwing something at the back of Pax's head when he failed to respond. "Surprised t' see he still keeps ya 'round as useless as ya are."

The robot bartender finally set down the glass he had been filling, making and audible thud on the counter as some of the foamy liquid spilled out onto the counter, and turned around to face the name-caller. It was some kind of alien with a stupid grin and a stupid face, whatever kind it was, accompanied by another alien of conceivably the same filthy breed wearing some kind of cloth face mask.

"Charaukk isn't here today, so if you're looking for him I'd suggest you go on and fuck right off." Pax stated with a low growl, which served only to frighten off the other bartender. The two thugs standing before him laughed, and the one standing to the side grabbed hold of Pax's arm and pulled himself closer. "Don't think he won't scrap you and sell you for spare parts in a heartbeat, he will! Tell us where he is!"

Pax then instinctively clamped his metal fingers around the offending specimen's throat, turning him around and dragging his body on top of the bar. The other thug yelled out and panicked, trying to wrench the towering robot's arms away from his friend to no avail. "Would you like a drink, sir?!" Pax declared maniacally, grabbing the tall glass containing the unfinished Laraxian swirl and slamming it down on the face-mask of the second thug, cutting off his access to air and essentially waterboarding him. It also provided the additional benefit of muffling his screams, though the name-calling thug got louder in his stead.

A moment later a chair collided with Pax's head, sending the machine stumbling and releasing the face-mask wearing thug from his grasp. Catching himself on the counter behind him, Pax regained his footing, knocking over several cups and glasses in the process and launching himself over the bar. The first thug moved behind the enraged robot bartender and jumped up on his back, wrapping his arms around the machines neck in an attempt to keep him on the ground. "Get up, Yaatu! Shoot the bastard!" He yelled to his friend, whom was still coughing sputtering as they drew a pistol from within their coat. Pax saw the weapon and panicked, grabbing at the body on his back until finally his hands clamped down on a jacket and he could wrench the thug off of him.

With the fleshy restraint removed and set down upon a table, Pax tackled the gun-wielder and slapped the weapon aside just as a shot rang out. Though, before the mechanical fiend could finish the fight, the manager yelled at him to stop. "NO, PAX! STOP!"

"But, sir, these are... dangerous... thugs..." Pax started to explain as he realized that people in the bar were screaming and fleeing, and that some unfortunate bystander had been killed by the gunshot.

"Stand down, Pax! The authorities will handle this!" The manager shouted, holding out his hands in desperation despite knowing how powerless he was.

"But, I-" Pax started again, though the manager was unyielding.

"Get in my office, now, Pax!"

Pax reluctantly backed off of the thug, Yaatu, but did not stand. He glanced over at the gun laying on the floor before glancing back at the bar owner, mulling over whether or not he wanted to sit around and wait to get crucified for his actions. The answer was simple and succinct no. He reached for the gun and quickly pointed it at his boss, whom raised their hands in fear.

"Now... Pax... don't do this, put the gun down and let's just talk... you're malfunctioning again..." His boss negotiated with a shaking voice, taking a few slow steps back.

"You stay right there, and shut up! I don't know what those thugs wanted from Charaukk, but I won't take punishment for doing my job! I'm his bodyguard, the ungrateful bastard!" Pax screamed, squeezing the gun hard enough that he pulled the trigger.

His manager stumbled frantically, and out of shock Pax fired again. The frail human fell backwards, blood leaking from his wounds as his head smacked against the floor. Pax turned away and looked at the gun in disgust, mumbling quietly to himself in a quivering voice. "Why did I... I-I didn't want to do that... it's not my fault..." Pax trailed off.

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Another day in paradise...

Pax emitted an audible sigh as he readied another round of drinks for table nine and passed them on to the expectant waitress with a deflated "Here". She gave him a puzzled look and shrugged as she took the drinks, all the while he struggled to recall her name. A week since the last reset, and I still can't place it... He mused, returning to idly cleaning out dirty glasses. He glanced up as his fellow bartender was taking the orders of another two customers at the bar... when did they come in, again?

"Pax." Came a voice, though it seemed insufficient to jar the towering metal man from his thoughts. "Pax? You feelin' alright there, big guy?" The voice came again, a hand tugging at Pax's own. Finally the robot turned to see who it was that wanted his attention, only to find the freckled face of the manager awaiting him. Pax jolted to attention, offering a reply as quickly as he could manage. "Why, yes - of course, sir!"

"Everything good out here so far tonight? No incidences?" The manager asked, eyes darting around the bar.

"Yes, sir. The Wasted Wormhole is the place to be tonight! I calculate attendance is up by nearly-" Pax started before being cut off. "No no, that's enough, Pax. Keep it casual, loosen up. But... ah... it's been almost two weeks since your last incident, hasn't it? Keep up the good work, big guy!" The manager spoke, reaching to pat Pax as high on the robot's back as the man could manage before abruptly walking away.

"It... has? What happened?" Pax inquired, though his question went unheard and unanswered. "That was odd... even for a human." Pax noted and turned to look at his coworker, who was still busy fixing drinks. "Back to work then." He muttered to himself, grabbing a small hose and returning his attention to cleaning glasses.

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Pax (Deceased) & Nagansa

Name: PA(X)-1147j, "Pax"

Age/Race/Gender: Unknown / Robot / Male Program

Appearance:

Pax

(Ignore the police tattoo... sticker... thing...(can robots get tattoos?) Also he's 7-8 feet tall)

Occupation: Personal Assistant/Body Guard, Bartender, Animal Tender, Slave

Weapons:

Black Market "Maverick" Variable-Fire Handgun

The "Maverick" handgun is a heavy-duty, revolver-style sidearm crafted utilizing specialized gauss technology and designed to fire a wide variety of ammunition types housed in specially shaped cartridges. Capable of firing rapid bursts or charging up powerful shots, this versatile weapon can be extremely deadly in the right hands - or extremely deadly to the wielder in the wrong hands, as the recoil and kickback are unparalleled. Cartridges contain four to eight rounds, depending on the type of ammunition. Slugshot and Buckshot rounds come in fours, and ball rounds come in eights. Slugshots and ball rounds can be charged up for more power, while only ball rounds can be burst-fired.

Armor: Pax's frame and circuitry are protected by lightweight and flexible armor plating

Items: A pouch of Tarberries and several cartridges for the Maverick handgun

Skills:
Quick Learner. Due to Pax's past experience as a personal assistant, he can quickly learn new skills by analyzing examples of those particular skills being put to work - like an apprentice mimicking their mentor. However, at the same time, this method is not flawless, and Pax is prone to failure from underlying memory issues.
Animal Tending. Pax has experience working with all kinds of animals, and can detect when they are distressed by analyzing body cues. He has managed to calm down a few angry creatures in his time, and is exceptionally interested in animals that are kept as pets. He loves pets (Except for insects and arachnids).
Bartending. If you've had one hell of a bad day, Pax has you covered with a vast knowledge of over three-thousand alcoholic beverages. While he may know all the right mixtures, though, he does not know each species' level of tolerance (nor does he honestly care)... so careful what you ask for, cause he'll make it for you whether it's safe or not.
Melee combat. Pax has only ever fired a gun once (technically twice), but he has fought extentively using his own body as a weapon. The fact that he's made out of metal makes him a very difficult opponent in a bar brawl, and the only downside is that he's not really trained in any fighting disciplines. Aaand, y'know, bar brawls aren't too common outside of bars and dark alleyways and other such places.

Powers: None

Other: Has a pet Kirukana named Nagansa. Her body is ~76cm long, and she has a wingspan of about ~124cm. Kirukana possess a natural ability to camouflage with their surroundings, much like an earth chameleon, but their many small eyes cannot (their eyes also reflect light, which is extremely noticeable in dark environments). Their feces also smells amazingly terrible, leading researchers to believe it is used to ward off predators from the Kirukana's territory.

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@TheEvanCat To finally make it official- accepted!

@ArkmageddonCat If you're all done, also accepted!

@Crossfire

Sweet! I'm pretty sure I'm done now, I just now made a few edits to clean up a few sentences I found weird.

Also, I removed the bristles from his Tarberries, so they'll taste better. Oh, and before anyone asks, no - they're not for sharing.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

Pax

Name: PA(X)-1147j, "Pax"

Age/Race/Gender: Unknown / Robot / Male Program

Appearance:

Pax

(Ignore the police tattoo... sticker... thing...(can robots get tattoos?) Also he's 7-8 feet tall)

Occupation: Personal Assistant/Body Guard, Bartender, Animal Tender, Slave

Weapons:

Black Market "Maverick" Variable-Fire Handgun

The "Maverick" handgun is a heavy-duty, revolver-style sidearm crafted utilizing specialized gauss technology and designed to fire a wide variety of ammunition types housed in specially shaped cartridges. Capable of firing rapid bursts or charging up powerful shots, this versatile weapon can be extremely deadly in the right hands - or extremely deadly to the wielder in the wrong hands, as the recoil and kickback are unparalleled. Cartridges contain four to eight rounds, depending on the type of ammunition. Slugshot and Buckshot rounds come in fours, and ball rounds come in eights. Slugshots and ball rounds can be charged up for more power, while only ball rounds can be burst-fired.

Armor: Pax's frame and circuitry are protected by lightweight and flexible armor plating

Items: A pouch of Tarberries and several cartridges for the Maverick handgun

Skills:
Quick Learner. Due to Pax's past experience as a personal assistant, he can quickly learn new skills by analyzing examples of those particular skills being put to work - like an apprentice mimicking their mentor. However, at the same time, this method is not flawless, and Pax is prone to failure from underlying memory issues.
Animal Tending. Pax has experience working with all kinds of animals, and can detect when they are distressed by analyzing body cues. He has managed to calm down a few angry creatures in his time, and is exceptionally interested in animals that are kept as pets. He loves pets (Except for insects and arachnids).
Bartending. If you've had one hell of a bad day, Pax has you covered with a vast knowledge of over three-thousand alcoholic beverages. While he may know all the right mixtures, though, he does not know each species' level of tolerance (nor does he honestly care)... so careful what you ask for, cause he'll make it for you whether it's safe or not.
Melee combat. Pax has only ever fired a gun once (technically twice), but he has fought extentively using his own body as a weapon. The fact that he's made out of metal makes him a very difficult opponent in a bar brawl, and the only downside is that he's not really trained in any fighting disciplines. Aaand, y'know, bar brawls aren't too common outside of bars and dark alleyways and other such places.

Powers: None

Other: Has a pet Kirukana named Nagansa. Her body is ~76cm long, and she has a wingspan of about ~124cm. Kirukana possess a natural ability to camouflage with their surroundings, much like an earth chameleon, but their many small eyes cannot (their eyes also reflect light, which is extremely noticeable in dark environments). Their feces also smells amazingly terrible, leading researchers to believe it is used to ward off predators from the Kirukana's territory.

This might take me a few more days, depending on how much brain juice I can continue to squeeze out. Idk though.

Mostly posting this to show that I'm working on a CS and... also to get feedback, I guess. Why not, right?

EDIT: Aside from clarifications and forgotten details, I think I'm done.

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Color me... a color.

A color of interest.

Defiance

Darren's eyes followed the bottle as it rolled to the bush at his feet, adjusting his head only when his helmet's visor got in the way. It was almost as if the glass container possessed some form of clairvoyance, for when Darren looked back through the bushes he found another set of eyes looking right back. An explosion of words ensued as that same person to whom those eyes belonged addressed him directly, and very loudly at that, revealing his position quite publicly. His cover was blown, which was of little surprise to him, but the theatrics were rather uncalled for.

Darren then saw Fauve stretch her legs into stilts, which was... odd... to say the least. Her little trick didn't appear to phase him, though he would continue to regard her with wary glances. If she could do that, which was presumably due to some ability to bend her body to her will, then there was no telling what else she could do - perhaps she could do anything. Or, perhaps, her abilities could be far more limited than Darren thought. There simply wasn't enough information to make that assessment yet, but the fact that Darren did not know these people is what prompted him to regard quite a few of them with wary glances. He remained in the shrubbery until he was noticed once more, this time by the witch herself.

"I was never particularly good at hiding anyways." Darren spoke in response to the witch's threat as he stood up from the brush, making a dismissive gesture as he walked into the clearing rather nonchalantly. "I will admit the armor doesn't help much, what with it being made of shiny metal and all, but this armor was not made for me to hide in it." He continued as a hand eased itself onto the hilt of his sword, his eyes peering through the visor of his helm at the witch before him.

"Judging by the looks of you, I'm tempted to believe you've cooked with a cauldron before. It takes a while for the water within to start boiling, and I doubt that a few bushes will make adequate fuel for that fire." Offered the knight in retort, holding his sword firmly though it still rested in its sheathe.

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Foeldar stood in silence amongst the other trees as the knight appeared following the disappearance of the others. A few moments earlier the tree-being had figured it a better idea to wait here, but now that there was talk of fire he was having second thoughts. Turning to the elf nearby, Foeldar decided that a better course of action might be to follow the others - though he had not seen where they'd gone off to, as he hadn't really been paying attention. "Where did others go? Foeldar rather help them, now. Not much like fire." He asked, his eyes drifting to the small frame peering out from behind the tree that the elf was resting against.