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~Jet~
Subject PO-001994
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Subject PO-001994
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Jet shook out her massive hide a few times before continuing on with the rest. The telepathic communication she sent out to Kelkov had drained her quite a bit. Not good. Such a use of her power was like breathing; it should be automatic and without strain. But here... here where she was out of phase, this was a bit concerning to her to say the least. After feeling exhausted from trying to Commune there was no way that she would make an attempt to shift into any other form now.
As they traipsed through the city scape Jet could not help but allow her big yellow eyes to scan her surroundings. White upon white, organized and well-designed. Such a different state of living when compared to the memories of the war-torn and decimated cities of her Earth. The immense sentry machines were much more advanced and in better condition compared to the battle suits and other such weaponry that had sprouted up in the three-sided war. To the smaller and varying other beings lined up in battle suits, she gave a suspicious eye. Would the newcomers here, Jet included, become conscripted and garbed in the same fashion? And of what dominance and overbearing fist would they all be commanded, she wondered. But the tech and weaponry they sported, she took quite a keen interest all the same.
In the three-sided war on her home planet, The Sapiens, Shifters and Shamans had gone the route of bio-tech and spiritual advancements. The Bestials had gone with sheer force of will and discovered ways to enhance their physical dominance. The Phages had tried to embrace nocturnal tech but with the conscription of Shamans, they had begun to alter their tech and induce spiritual powers as well. In her Earth, war was the mother of necesssary invention.
But in this place, this Dimension, it seemed that the tech here dwarfed those upon her home planet. Jet would still infiltrate, however, and discover secrets of the power here. And she would bring it back home to turn the tides of battle in their favour until the war was won.
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Of them all, she seemed to keep close to the goat-boy. As annoying as it was, the goat-boy seemed to be the most open-- perehaps even naive?-- of them all. That and it had recognized her 'penmanship' right away and that really did flatter her afterall. And what had impressed her the most, from regarding the goat-boy just now, was how it began to inspect his eviron as it went. Not a word did it utter, it just diligently took in its surroundings as any survivor worth their salt would do.
The pumpkin-head, she had to keep her distance for fear that she may randomly strike out at it. Not out of aggression, mind you, but out of sheer joy; like a kitty playing with a toy. That too was not good. She never had such silly, yet strong, juvenille urges like that before... welllll...
Jet was not a bully, but she tended to pick on those she felt she could over-power. She would tease them, but for some reason with the pumpkin-head at least, she wanted to do more than tease; teasing did not include use of her massive claws and giant ivory teeth afterall..
Kelkov, the Shaman, she would keep an eye on. This one she trusted the least. Even though this male had relented and joined the rest of them, she could not help but still be wary of the fact that it had offered up services to such a dark and fierce entity in exchange for knowlege. Or power. Jet had seen such acts of willfulness before and she had been there when her troupe had to 'pacify' those Shamans. These bastards had foregone their directives and turned upon those others that helped them to be free of the Phage and Bestial's domination and tyranny. And if it came down to it, as she had said before, she would 'pacify' Kelkov's ambitons in a heartbeat. But she would give the male the benefit of the doubt and merely watch its actions. For now.
The multi-limbed woman, Jet truly had no strong opinion upon, however... the strength of the purple woman's desire for self-preservation put Jet at ill ease and at full appreciation as well. On one hand, self-preservation meant leaving behind the weak and foolish; a survivor. Jet could totally jive with that. But there is also the time when self-preservation treads into the territory of cowardice. Jet tolerated no cowards. None. A fuller interaction and information gathering she needed with this one.
Now as for the trio of 'Wise Men.' Well, as far as Jet was concerned, these 'saviours' did not necessarily need to be trusted. But with such powers and knowledge, Jet felt she had no choice but to follow along with their lead.
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To the observatory they went now. It seemed like it floated there; a majestic eye to see and know all. Yet as much glory as any could regard such a structure and its lead up to said structure, Jet could not help but feel even more wary. To be honest, she felt she could trust the 'three Wise Men' more than she could the inhabitant of said observatory. This 'Chaplain' would have answers no doubt. But then again with those answers would come the demands, she surmised.
And so what would Jet compromise to get those answers to get back home... and get back home with this dimensions armoury and firepower?
A low grumble she let out from her chest as she looked over the expressions and reactions of the others as they were lead to the observatory's entrance.
Well, if it meant doing as the multi-limbed woman had done, Jet would do it too. She would leave the others behind if it meant she could win the war on her home planet by bring the secrets and tech from this world into her own.
One more look over she gave to the others. ~Do not get attached. Do not get attached and you will succeed in this mission, girl. Let go. Let die... and let's just go home...
Jet was certain she could abandon them. She nodded once in affirmation to herself. Then golden eyes wavered for a hesrtbeat---
And then they were ushered in and Jet moved with them.
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