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Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

Sorry for a really late post, had a busy week.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

W-Salz

Visalz shielded her face from the glaring heat as she tried to control the ship. "Ahh... Those things really did a number on this." The status was uncertain, unfortunately. But it was a definite upgrade from having to bomb the ship to prevent the aliens from getting control of it. "I don't have the right kit to repair this ship, but we should be able to at least steer it to a stable place and use a beacon." She tried her best to keep the craft steady, guiding the damaged ship towards a place that could hold them for enough time to be picked up.

"I do have a robot repair kit, at the very least. Once we get down, let me take a look at your arm." Visalz cracked a slight smile. Even if the situation was less than ideal, repairing another robot would at least make things a little better. She had never worked on a model like Dia's before, and she was interested in getting a closer look.

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W-Salz

'This isn't good. We need to make sure these things don't make it out of here.' W-Salz thought as she quickly reloaded her pistol. 'As they taught me, stop at all costs.' She briefly was reminded of her "raising" as a fledgling AI, and one of her first lessons: While still an inconvenience, she could come back - any humans killed would not.

Visalz quickly reloaded her pistol, but at the same time she primed her explosives. If she couldn't get control of the situation, it was better to take the entire craft out than give the aliens a chance to leave. "We take this one out, and move to the new one, all right?" Visalz started firing on the alien wounded by Dia, hoping to incapacitate it and concert their efforts on the second one. If the gunfire wasn't enough, Visalz planned on physically intervening by jamming the makeshift spear that Dia used further into the attacking alien's neck.

Royal Rumble!

Lise

Lise stopped to hear Dmitry's explanation. "Though your eagerness to serve is noted, you should know that the servants within House Valois-Saint-Remy have earned their place from generations of service." She said, turning back to the boy, "However, I suppose I can consider you as a provisional servant, in order to undo these most recent damages. But know that I will dismiss you the moment you no longer provide any use for me."

Lise turned away once more. "Now, I expect you to begin your service by helping my dear cousin. I have to attend to my... wardrobe." Lise was trying to stop her face from burning red, but that was of course an impossibility. She had to get off of the street as soon as possible, so she began walking away, hoping for no further interruptions.

Andras

Andras was at least somewhat surprised that Diana did not try harder to break away from her. Andras was somewhat braced for a push, or perhaps even Diana trying something more devious to get out of her embrace, like stomping on Andras's foot. But instead the witch seemed to loosen up in Andras's arms. If the previous explanation of what had happened with The Fallen One hadn't concerned Andras, this loss of composure definitely did. But soon the moment passed, as Melanie spoke up again... And smiled?

Andras looked bewildered at the change in Melanie. She quickly looked around at everyone else, trying to find an explanation. "Melanie, are you feeling all right...?"

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W-Salz

Visalz winced as she saw the swarm aliens tear into her teammate. She had considered the situation somewhat atypical, but even she hadn't considered the possibility of Swarm aliens hiding within the craft. While she wanted at least in part to help out Dross, she knew that even if her chassis were destroyed she'd be okay in the end. That didn't make it any less horrifying to see such a sleek machine be harmed in such a way. But ultimately, it was more important that the craft did not fall into enemy hands.

Visalz scrambled onto the ship and turned, drawing her magnum pistol. "I'm on! Let's go!" She quickly fired several shots at the aliens. "How did they even GET here?!" She was hoping that even if the slugs did not pierce their exoskeletons, it would at least put them off balance enough to buy time. In theory, of course.

Royal Rumble!

Lise

Lise let a high-pitched squeal of surprise as she felt a familiar sensation of shadow... all over her body. She had a brief look downwards, before her face burned bright red. "Y-You can't just go over my body like that with your power, dearest cousin!!" Lise shouted, her voice raising to levels that were well beyond "too loud." It almost seemed to echo through the grounds of Laurels.

She had dealt with so many of these embarrassing and indecent incidents that she managed to stop herself from fainting from panic. Unfortunately she didn't sit well with the idea of becoming used to herself being exposed due to various mishaps, either. She accepted Andreim's coat, though she still felt somehow more exposed than if she was completely naked. Lise pulled it down, trying to cover her lower and upper body with the one piece of attire. "Forgive my cousin for her... 'spirited' displays of courtship. I will make sure the House knows of this violation of traditions..." Lise shook her head disapprovingly, before turning to Elise and her servant. "And cousin, I will ask that you deliver any romantic letters to me directly, rather than send a servant. In order to prevent such a debacle from happening again."

Lise turned away from them all, her blonde hair waving in the sunlight, as she began to return to her room.

Andras

Andras couldn't help but frown at Diana's story. 'How can he cause so much trouble for so many people - including himself?!' Andras didn't know the whole story, it seemed. But Diana needed their help. That was the most important part of the story! It was clear that she needed help, and didn't know what to do. It was something even a Demon Lady of Despair such as Andras could empathize with, though she would hesitate to directly admit it.

Andras suddenly hugged Diana, trying to comfort the witch with her embrace. "I'll help you! I'm sure that within the Root, there is a solution to your problem, so don't cry!" Andras looked to the other Vigilantes as well. "And I'm sure others here will help too, right...?" She asked, stroking Diana's hair and innocently searching her fellow Vigilante's expressions with tearful eyes.

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Visalz

Appearance

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Visalz has a small build, with short blonde hair that is sometimes styled in short, spiky twintails. In and outside of combat, she usually carries some kind of bag on her. In combat, she carries an armored backpack and has plenty of storage all over her armor for her various pieces of equipment.

Name: W-Salz AKA Visalz or Visa

Combat Role: Support

Data Center: South Dostrex

Equipment & Gear:

Equipment

Medium
-Armored Plating
This armor is styled somewhat after human EOD armor.
-Robot Repair Kit
-Resupply Cache
-Cover Printer
-Phoenix Pistol + Ammo
This magnum pistol is an old model, simply working on the ancient adage of "Big bullet going very fast" for its operation. Visalz upkeeps it religiously and uses it as her sidearm.
-Lightweight Assault Munitions
These explosive charges can be programmed to be thrown like grenades, placed as tripmines, or set up to be triggered remotely.

Personality: Visalz has a fascination with military equipment, from weapons to armor and yes, even other military robots. Her curiosity and drive to learn about them (in their capabilities, personalities, and how they are physically constructed) sometimes leads to misunderstandings with other robots, but her honest nature tends to clear them up rather quickly. She sees her role as a support-class as a duty to keep the wonderful machines around her working well. She takes to her work with a cheerful attitude, and keeps it even in serious situations.

Background: Having been created and trained on Dostrex, Visalz was familiar with mining equipment, excavation, and upkeep of machines large and small. Her fascination with militaria perhaps began because of her familiarity with industrial equipment. To her, weapons and armor were so much more elegant in design than anything else she had worked on.

She found her way into supporting combat units by proving her abilities as a combat engineer: Capable of both creating and destroying fortifications as well as repairing friendly robots.

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Visalz looked through the pair of scouting goggles she had borrowed. Just as the report had said, there was a crate sitting in the Bladine countryside. She made her way towards the solitary

It was said to have been part of a cargo delivery. Of course, something had gone wrong and one crate had gone missing. The crates were too small to have tracking on them, and it was considered low priority, but Visalz made it a pastime to track them down in her spare time.

Officially, she was tasked with disposal and/or recovery of any compromised assets - having an affinity for demolition and equipment handling had given her that job. Unofficially, the armorer and supply corps tended to turn a blind eye to taking "souvenirs" since she was doing parts of their job for them. Though, the time she tried to bring back an artillery emplacement piece by piece, the officer in charge really chewed her out. Visalz stuck to small things since then.

She frowned, looking down at the crate. It must have fallen from a decent height, because it was lodged in the ground. The ground around it had accumulated a large puddle from the week's rain. The water was unfortunate - It probably had managed to seep into the container. That itself wasn't necessarily an issue, but the drop may have damaged them as well. Both at once probably was enough to make the entire thing unsalvageable.

As Visalz pried open the container, her fears were confirmed. It was fairly severely dented from where it had landed, and water had filled it halfway. The contents were a row of service rifles... Were, being the operative word. Many of them were visibly bent or cracked down the receivers.

"What a shame..." Visalz said with a tint of sadness in her voice. Since the ordinance was damaged, it wasn't going to be recovered. Official doctrine was to have it marked to be recycled - or in unsafe areas, destroyed completely. Luckily for the shipment, it could be tagged to be recycled later on. But one of the rifles was relatively unharmed compared to the others.

Pulling the firearm from the crate, she looked it over. It had a flex in the barrel, and the handgaurd was cracked. Both of which were replaceable parts. Visalz cracked a smile. This one was able to be saved.

"HQ. I've found the lost cargo. It's too damaged to recover. Marking for recycling." Visalz cooly reported. Under the surface, however, she was giddy to repair the rifle. She had already salvaged a shortened handguard, and with a smaller barrel replacement it would make a compact carbine... She couldn't help but grin thinking about having a new rifle in her collection. It would be a conversation piece for sure.

"I've set the beacon for recycling. Returning to base." With that, Visalz began her walk back, with a new restoration project held firmly in her arms.

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W-Salz

Visalz flipped the blast screens on her armor up. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it at least deflected some of the blustering waves of heat from her face. She could handle it for quite a bit, especially since she was used to Dostrex's "unique" climate, but whoever was inside probably couldn't. She always felt a little nervous looking directly after humans, since they needed be handled much differently than most of the other hardware she worked on. But she always stuck to what she was taught and it usually worked out. Perhaps the nervousness could also be attributed to the situation itself being a little off, but Visalz brushed away the thought.

"If they're not responding, they're definitely in trouble! I'll get the suits, you keep an eye on them." Visalz turned and made her way back to the craft. "Dia! The ones inside aren't saying anything. We're probably going to need the suits just in case."

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras shrunk away from Diana's gaze at first, but quickly regained her confidence. She quickly put her arm in front of Melanie, making a signal to let the witch speak. "Finally, one who realizes that reality bends to my whim without even my input." She laughed aloud quietly, before darkening her expression. "Though, to mention the Fallen One here..." She turned away from Diana, letting her sentence trail off. She would have sold the performance, perhaps, had her face still not been pale from nearly losing her grip on... Gravity? Maybe even existence itself? She still didn't know. On top of that, bringing up the Fallen One filled Andras with unease.

'This has got to be related to what just happened. What happened?! How come she knows it was me right off the bat?!' Andras felt a pang of foreboding in her gut. 'But I've already started to pretend like I know what's happening. I'll... Have to hope someone else asks those questions...' Andras looked over the group, silently hoping, and trying to not make it obvious.

Royal Rumble!

Lise

Lise heard the boy - Oh, he was a boy - recite his name aloud, and she recalled the family. While Lise was practically a scholar in the internal family lines of Valois-Saint-Remy, she did take the time to learn about other royal bloodlines. She reasoned it may be important if she were to have to be part of an arranged marriage of some sort. 'Ah. So he's a servant of Elise. Maybe that's why he was in my room.' She cast a look at Elise for a brief moment.

"Well, my cousin's brazen tactics for courting my love aside, you all must step down!" Lise called out with all the authority in her voice she could muster. "If he is a true servant to my family, he meant no harm. There's no need to quarrel with him, Andreim. Though he will have to learn the importance of a Lady's privacy."

Lise directed her already summoned servant to push the two boys apart. Of course, with the servant leaving from its original place as towel-holder for Lise, she just barely caught it from falling off once again. She was becoming more steadily aware of her state of undress, but she tried to keep her embarrassment from showing in order to clear up the others' misunderstandings.