Initium Novum: Episode 1

[Obskeree]

Concordia

Concordia reached out and shook Rowan's hand.

"I am Concordia. But I think you already knew that." She smiled again. "I'm confident you will handle anything that comes up, Rowan."

Numbers and charts flashed on the screen below her - her digital decks, but also a computer terminal - and she glanced down briefly to notice she had yet to listen to the audio file sent to her by the mysterious caller of yesterday.

"If you will excuse me, I must continue preparing for the party," she finished their conversation as politely as she could. Time was ticking by and she couldn't afford to waste it, however pleasant the dialogue was. She realised, somewhere deep inside her processors, that she wished she could talk more not just to Rowan, but people everywhere. Beyond being informed orders by her boss or talking business, she did very little socialising.

In any case, she got on with the task at hand. She was already plugged into the Club's Ambiance and Atmosphere Network (the 'double A') by thick cables trailing out of her back into the wall behind her, so it was a simple matter of muting the external speakers before playing the file.

It shocked her: was it trying to influence voters? Incite a riot? Divide public opinion? She played it again.

It was trying to show the public a different side to an argument many didn't know they were having. The words were a song of equality and truth but she could never play it. Not tonight. Possibly not ever. It would disrupt enjoyment and potentially confuse the club attendees which went thoroughly against her primary goal.

And yet...

She didn't delete it.

She opened an e-mail, marked it private and confidential.


KT,

Further to our meeting at yesterday's music lesson, please see attached. I would like your unbiased opinion. This is not urgent, and would, in fact, best be listened to after tonight's party.

Regards,

Concordia.

 

[Ai]

KT317704's Apartment - An Unexpected Message, #EE7600

Something tugged at KT as Nira left as she began to try and formulate for the councilwoman to stay but there were none and before she knew it, the woman had already left.

A sudden beeping came from her transceiver that appeared to carry a message from her teacher Concordia, with a confidential file attached. With the instruction to play the track at the party.

It appeared odd to her that the android Concordia would reach out to her with something.

With nobody around KT found herself unable to resist curiosity as the file played through her mind preaching a political statement by someone who appeared to think himself as a figurehead for humanity. Who?

Judging from what Nira had taught her the relations between android and human at this point was delicate, it could be misconstrued by the humans and an android trying to pose a threat to them and further their discomfort with the current proceeding, causing war, death.

None of these things contributed to the human society of Novum, their mission was to find a planet. Not have what was called a 'civil war.'

Dear Concordia

Meet me at institution of Education, Now.

Bring it with you.

Thank you,

KT317704

If KT's calculations and her knowledge were correct it would mean that this file could be tracked or obtained via the means of hacking. The android had was competent on the subject but it was an area she had yet to improve on. Trying to figure out the basics the android deleted the data sent into her mind frame, pushing the though of everything but having to go to the education institute for a file.

Still in her dress the android struggled as it ran out of the door in a pair of white stilettos toward the education sector.

KT317704 & Concordia - 1 hour and 37 Minutes Later, #EE7600

The android KT had been waiting for forty minutes before Concordia arrived, as expected with the preparations.

"KT317704, why did you call me here?" Concordia asked with a surprised looked on her face when she saw KT in a dress.

"Come with me."

Walking with a sense of purpose back toward her apartment android realized that this was a time for discretion, for the truth not to be known. It hadn't even been her first day, yet somehow she got caught in this sham.
"I don't have the time-"

"I offer my assistance for the preparations, trust me."

After another fourty-five minutes of traveling the two androids finally arrived back at KT317704's apartment, entering the darkened room closing the iron door shut behind them.

"Do you have the file?"

"Right here, although I sent it to you earlier."

"I deleted it and any basic traces of you sending it to me."

"Why?"

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"From the knowledge that I have obtained from the councilwoman Nira that file is dangerous. What could be transmitted by somebody can also be received, I am aware that during the process of hacking it is possible to take a file from a safely stored area, remove it then make it into something else as well as whatever conversation we might have. I am only following your discretion in the matter, for a believe that in the calculus of events in human history if this voice were to be somehow transformed into the head of the council it could prove dangerous. Who did you get it from?"

The speech from the newly developed android surprised Concordia who stood wide-eyed at the three month old android. With a nod, Concordia transfered the file directly from herself to KT. But couldn't help but wonder just how much had this girl had learnt in the past three months?

"A man named Oslo Riker - journalist, human. I haven't worked with him personally but he shows up here and there. I just wanted your unbiased opinion."

"My opinion is the man who sent you this either wants war or lacks intelligence. The outcome of playing this would cause more damage than it'd do good, keep it for later in case a situation shows up where it's needed. My area of expertise in hacking and coding has not been completed. You will find more use in finding another to assist you in creating a firewall." KT paused for a moment to consider the entity that originally posted the file. "Do you know anything else of the journalist Oslo Riker?"

"Some CEO of a a company called 'Kilo News,' that's all I know, sorry."

KT shook her head her orange hues thoughtful "Thank you Concordia, I will pass this information to my Boss Carter Davis."

"And thank you," Concordia replied as she turned to leave signalling for KT to follow "We've got a ton of work to do for the party, let's see what you can do."

Quickly followed behind Concordia, locking her apartment behind her as they headed toward the entertainment hub where the preparations for the party went under way. Concordia returned to setting up the rigging while she assigned KT the simpler and more repetitive tasks.

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@Obskeree

 

[Tone 6th]

Artemis made it to the party just as everything was being set up. The staff waved and he waved back... more robotic the normal. "WARNING VIRUS DETECTED. FAIL SAFE NOT RESPONDING." his internal system was going crazy. "Come on purge the the fucking thing!" his mind was screaming at his firewall program. "Unknown virus type can not purge." his system replied. "Then figure what type it is!" he shouted. "Running diagnostic. Estimated time of scan... 8 hours." his system said monotone. "DAMN IT! SOMEONE HELP ME!" frustration and panic ran through his words.

On the outside Artemis's body began his patrols through the club. He walked past the sound control booth when one of the operators approached him.

"Wow a real White Knight class droid. Are you attending or are you part of the security detail Mr...?" excitement ran rampant through his voice.

"Artemis. I am part of the security team."

The young man pulled book from his back pocket and flipped to a page with Artemis on it "Could I have your autograph? I've been trying to get autographs of the entire White Knight series." his voice cracked as he pulled out a pen.

"Of course, anything for a fan." he signed the page with a very stylish signature.

The young man's eyes lit up "Wow thanks! The guys in the 'Anroids are Awesome Club' are never going to believe this!" he went back into the booth still staring at the page.

The boy nor anyone else was the wiser to what was really happening.

 

[UltimaCircuit]

In The Biosphere

The dark skinned male looked to the ceiling of the Biosphere, reflecting back on the scene that had occurred the previous day in the kitchen. A slow tapping began from his right foot before increasing into a rapid beat. Fingers began to bounce against the bench that he was seating on. A loud sigh left the lips of Damien as he leaned back into the wooden bench, trying to relax his severely tense nerves.

"What the hell did I watch yesterday..."

The practice event was a failure, all due to the malfunctioning of one android... or was it? Damien had never seen the gentle android transform into such an angry beast. One moment he was embracing his young apprentice Ricardo, teaching him in the ways of the chef before suddenly pushing the little one away as if he were a stranger.

"And the way he just stirred those disgusting ingredients into those baked goods... what the hell was that VI thinking? Wait - was he even thinking in the first place, or was he being manipulated? I can't forget that thing..."

It was true, he couldn't forget it. Although small, he knew that he saw it for sure.

"What the hell was that silver that left his body after his huge fit...?"

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[Zen]

The Party Starts

When the doors to Club Concord opened, Councilman Donald Bryan was the first to enter its magnificent floor, and walked in like he owned the place. The entire Entertainment Hub was his domain, his own economy bursting forth due to his tireless efforts over the past several decades. He was a hound addicted to the scent of wealth and he saw it here, in this very club, which was rapidly filling with dancers, journalists, and guards.

"Now you don't take your eyes off of Lydia, understand? We can't lose a second of footage for this documentary." Councilman Bryan inhaled deeply. "Mmmm, I can smell the credits now."

A small entourage followed him, all with big googly eyes that reflected the light like mirrors. It was a disturbing image, seeing a body move so vividly, but a head that rarely bobbled. There were three total, each of a different size, and they were the perfect film crew. Their eyes were sophisticated cameras, their heads perfectly stabilized, paired with extendable legs to get over the crowds of people. They were metal skeletons with chrome shaped skulls, programmed to listen to Councilman Bryan's every order.

"Alright, Camera One, I want you to be front and center by that podium. Camera Two, I want you by the side, and Camera Three, you're going to be in the audience, recording everyone's reactions."

Eyes blinked green in acknowledgement, and the androids bustled away, leaving the Councilman alone, puffing on a cigar. All around him was chaos as journalists rounded up opinions, dancers grinded and swayed on the dance floor, and servers handed out food and drink. Donald was in his element, and he had a gut feeling that tonight was going to make history.

Several knocks went unanswered, and it began to make the Councilwoman worried. Never mind the fact that Nira was not one to be worried about an android at all; KT was simply special. Exasperated and sleep deprived, the woman opened her commlink.

"KT, I'm by your apartment and no one is answering. Where are you?"

"I am at the party, Councilwoman Hadiya."

"What? Why? Did you not wait for me? Nevermind. I'll be there shortly."

Clucking in frustration, Nira ascended to the Entertainment Hub via an elevator. She hated heels and dresses, but donned one for the occasion. Surrounded by citizens dressed in the same type of attire, the woman blended in perfectly, and stepped outside to a wall of neon lights, an assortment of clubs filled to the brim with androids and humans, and to her surprise, protesters.

There were protesters for both sides, and all were extremely outspoken. Digital posters for or against Lydia as captain were shoved in Nira's face, and guards were forced to keep the protesters away from the revelers, but even Nira saw they were struggling.

Club Concord was overflowing, and it was only the beginning of the party. The woman could hear the blasting music twenty feet from the door; no, she felt it. Inside was a raucous of music, noise, and shouted conversation, but Nira came prepared. As soon as she stepped inside the club, she reached into her pocket and pulled out ear plugs. It did little to muffle the sound, but least she was no longer in pain.

Finding KT proved to be difficult and it required Nira to contact her via commlink once more. Unfortunately it meant pushing and shoving through the masses of people and androids. KT had picked the worst position to be found, and that was in the middle of the dance floor.

"KT! Let's find Carter!" shouted Nira over the blaring music.

With their hands clasped tightly together, both plowed through the crowd to the dinner tables. Lined with exquisite tablecloths, various dishes were laid out: pasta, curries, grits, pastries, sandwiches, and desserts. Drinks were dispensed from glass kegs, taken out of storage for this special day. However, as elegant as the containers were, water and alcohol were the only drinks being served.

Panting from the workout and walking in heels, Nira sent Carter a message via commlink.

"We're by the dessert tables. Look for the red velvet cupcakes."

 

[4everDifferent]

The Party, red

Seth's fingers worked deftly at the buttons of his borrowed shirt. His hands were slightly bruised from the fight, but hardly anyone noticed. In fact, not many paid him much mind at all. Just as Councilman Brian had said in his letter, Seth arrived when he had to find a borrowed suit. There was also a hat he could use since his scarring was unbecoming of such an event. It was sad really. Seth didn't belong here, nor did he really belong in the Slums.

He flinched slightly as he lifted his arms to put the coat on. His mind wondering back to the fight that had happened earlier. If that woman had not stepped in, he would not have been able to attend this event and work. She saved him, and then a second time when she stopped him from killing his attacker. He owed her more than he gave her. Seth was so worried and worked up that he didn't even really thank her, he just...hurried off. If he saw her he would hope to be given the chance to thank her.

Seth finally dressed in his suit and slid the hat on his head. He kept his eyes low as he exited the locker room and looked for his supervisor for the night. He was a nice man, helping Seth find everything he needed. Seth, being skeptical as always, figured it was more because he was a level oner and a scarred one at that. No one wanted that wondering around the hub unsupervised. Something might go missing, or worse, his filth might infect the level and bring poverty and his existence to their perfect lives.

Seth pretended, in private of course, to lift his tray and check his ability to do so. There was slight pain, and he was sure as the big progressed it would hurt more, but it seven hundred and fifty credits. They needed that money and he would gladly endure the pain to ensure that his mother was given her meds. Hopefully, others would see past his scarring and his level one status long enough to at least make the party somewhat enjoyable for him all well.

 

[Eternalfire61]

The Plea

Sofia, really, can you spare anything for my level?"

"No I can't," replied the elderly councilwoman tiredly. "And it isn't right, you asking for food from Level Two. We're in a tight fix as it is."

The two women, one with a cane in hand, strode up the corridor leading to Councilman Anderson's office. Daiyu had been pestering the woman for aid for the past week, and quite frankly, Sofia was having none of it.

"Why can't you pester Melina? Stars know she has more than enough."

That made Daiyu balk. "She'll burst like a supernova, you know that. Melina hates sharing."

"Sharing is caring," grumbled the old woman. She lifted a finger, attempted to press a button, and missed. She tried again with the same result.

"Here, let me help you," said Daiyu, and pressed the button herself. Soft static burst through the small speaker.

"Anderson? It's Daiyu and Sofia. We had an appointment to see you?"

"You're late." The speaker was quiet for a moment until the buzzer rang for the door to let the two inside. David's office was clean, it was immaculate, almost too clean. The councilman typed on his laptop, which were most likely pertaining to the simple to-do's of the simple man.

"We all have things to do, so what is it you want?"

Sofia sniffled indignantly. "Daiyu wishes to borrow food from my sector. We're already on a food shortage and I can't give her anything."

"You have a crystal shortage, and a possible water shortage. My level is struggling because of this damn party," retorted Daiyu.

"Well then ask Melina."

"The party is going to need compromise from either side. Councilwoman Highwind is the only one who has the resources to be able to help everyone in this situation. If you are to afraid of her, then how about I speak to her?"

David was tired of the constant annoyance that was council member courtesy. Everything that is needed, is usually for the better of the ship. But sadly, that seemed a tad to hard for the other council members to understand.

Councilwoman Aya clucked appreciatively. "Good. At least someone has enough balls to talk to that woman."

"What are you implying?" Daiyu asked darkly.

"Nothing dear."

"David, I would greatly appreciate it if you could get Melina to budge, but knowing her, she probably won't budge."

"Assuming Councilwoman Highwind wants the party to be success, she will contribute what is needed. If that is something she has a problem with, then I assume the people would be fairly happy with her decision."

David's sarcasm cut deep as it his words had done before. This squabble was child's play. If Melina didn't pitch in, then there was going to be a dispute.

"Councilwoman Highwind is simply trying to get her way, but there needs to be a compromise. This party is for all of us, for all of our success, for all of our ancestors success."

Daiyu exhaled deeply from her nose. "It is not the party I am worried about David. It's providing for my Level after it is over. We don't know if Mark will be successful in the next Extraction mission and I don't want my people to starve until then."

David closed his eyes and massaged his temples as he thought. "Then we will have to take food out from the reserves. We most likely have enough to be able to feed your people until Councilman Richards returns from his mission. I'll look into trying to get something for you."

The councilman began to type on the computer looking for what the reserves held.

"Do we have crystals in reserve? My Level is running low," asked Sofia.

The councilman pulled up the reserves and began to calculate how he would divide the food.

"I doubt there is enough crystals to be able to sustain for the time you want. You may have to wait until Councilman Richards returns from his mission."

The woman's eyes narrowed, leathery skin folding and wrinkling. "Anderson, I might have to pull in people to power our level soon. Can I request for a transfer of crystals to Level Two? It's urgent."

"Level Three has very little to spare as is," said Daiyu. "Pull it from Level Four."

"It is not in my jurisdiction to handle the distribution of power ladies. I have plenty of work to do, and I'd prefer not to be pestered by your questions. The door is behind you."

The lasting problem of survival was only masked by the paradise that the ship disguised itself to be. David was only annoyed to help the two councilwomen. Their problem could have been solved simply by having the cajoles to do the correct thing.

However, both of the women weren't leaving without one more fight.

"You've pulled some strings for me Anderson, and it's the ship's anniversary. Certainly you can do something?" Daiyu's eyes glistened with pity and sympathy.

"Oh please, Daiyu. He's not going to fall for that," said Sofia. "I'm old, cranky, and can barely get around. He doesn't take sympathy on me. Although it would be nice if he did."

"What are you implying?" The councilman furrowed his brow as he looked her over.

"I am implying that you are a hard ass," said Sofia simply, both hands on her cane. "And if Daiyu were to strip naked, and give you a lap dance, you wouldn't accept any of our demands."

"Sofia. Please."

Crinkled eyes looked Daiyu over. "What dear? You're not bad looking. And it was only a joke."

"A crude one... But she is right Anderson. You are a hard ass."

"That kind of behavior wouldn't be supported in the work place." David smirked at the two and then stood up. "I am only seduced by understandings and often whiskey with a lovely lady cradling it. Sadly, we only have half of those here."

A small chuckle came from the councilman as he moved around his desk. He folded his hands, standing in front of the two women and began to speak. "I am a hard ass because I am good at my job. Now, what are you trying to get out of me?"

"Food," they said in unison. "And crystals."

"And I am not against handing you a bottle of whiskey if it means feeding my people," said Daiyu. "Just don't expect me to strip."

"Really Daiyu? Your people's lives are on the line, and you won't strip? I'd say you aren't committed to your work."

"I'd agree Councilwoman, but I'm not a pig. You both will get what you need just give me some time. Food can be taken from the reserves, and Councilwoman Highwind may have some of her food placed in a couple of spots accidentally. Now I may be a hard ass, but I think that deal is coming from the better side of me. I can deal with Councilwoman Highwind for the time being."

David nodded to both of them and then sat back down.

"The only thing I ask in return is a favor. From both of you."

They stilled.

"What's the favor?"

"Nothing now, but possibly later. I've done something for you, now in return you wait for my special request. And remember, this is for your people."

"They are your people too," replied Daiyu flatly. "Or have you forgotten who you're supposed to provide for?"

"Are you going to accept my offer or not Councilwoman?"

"Can you give me a hint as to what this 'special request' actually is?"

"I'm quite curious myself, Anderson," retorted Sofia. "Normally you don't make deals like these."

"I only want your help for the future. There is more at hand than just food and crystals, and it's time to pick sides. Stay with me in what is to come, and many of these transactions will short and sweet."

"Pick sides? Stay with you?" Both women narrowed their eyes.

"Are you planning something?" asked the elderly woman.

"I'm not, but I can only assume that there are others who do have plans." David was tired of them dancing around. He had what they wanted, and his request was simple.

A moment passed in tense silence.

"... Fine. I'll be available when you need assistance. But I expect to know the full picture when that time comes."

"Agreed," said Sofia. "Same terms as her."

"Then it's settled. It's been good doing business." The clacking of keys filled the room as David went back to work. "Good day ladies."

Both women glanced at each other, faces hard, and concerned. Sofia had her suspicions, Daiyu had her doubts, but they left on decent terms. Now they had to wait and see if their people could make it until the Extraction team brought in supplies.

 

[Detective Zero]

Kallen - Nearing the time of The Party, #ff3333

[spacer]It came pretty fast for her, the party. Kallen had spent the better half of the day preparing for it after voting in the morning, which it wasn't too pleasant having to listen to most if not all of the voters in Level Four at the time and place she was at bitching and moaning. To what she had known, Lydia was the ship's navigator ever since it was christened onto its first journey through space. Why would it be so bad to have her be captain then? She already worked diligently up in that bridge, but the fact of public acceptance would be an issue. Kallen sighed mentally as those thoughts came back to her, pulling out a dress matching her crimson hair, which she had let down for the evening. Straightened out, vibrant crimson hair, she actually laughed as she looked through the mirror, "I bet some idiots might even confuse me for her.. She is quite a looker for an android, I bet it'd be interesting if we met... I would like to know how she runs, maybe get acquainted in some way.. Ah well, there'll be plenty people to see at the party." [/spacer]
[spacer]As she spoke, Flint hovered around her, its look a bit different than before as the little radar dish that sat atop of its hull was retracted inside, the chassis overall looking shinier and sleeker, "Going for the polished chrome look huh? Not a bad choice Flint." The little bot beeped affirmatively as the center of it opened a bit, locking into place as a blue, electronic light takes place as well, a 'ball' of light circling around the blue panel for a nice touch. She laughed a bit, shaking her head, "Show off." After fitting herself into the red dress, letting her figure bare all its curves unashamedly, she approached her closet and padded her hand against a panel, revealing an inner compartment that looked like it could hold science experiments with how metallic it looked. She pulled out a vertical standing case from it and opened it up, looking a little solemn even, "If I'm to look good in this dress, I may as well use this..." It was a cybernetic arm, but much more.. Womanly than her current model. It had a synthetic skin and an additional shoulder-broad coverage of it for the rest of her mechanical bits that took up her left shoulder. Sighing out, she looks to Flint with a faint smile, "Well, I'll need your help with this.. But damned it all it's going to hurt like hell.. Get ready, alright?" And with a couple sets of beeps and noises, Flint hovered close with one particular woo sounding concerned. With its tiny 'claws' it patters at her arm for a place to steady itself as two different tools snaked its way out from its under-chassis, making precise points as Kallen grimaces.[/spacer]
[spacer]It was a somewhat long process and one that gave Kallen an uncomfortable, numbing-like jolts of pain as Flint worked on disconnecting the circuitry, taking it slow. After it finished, it detached from her as she exhales with a few shaky breaths, wiping her forehead with her right hand, "That's-... One part done.. But it always hurts the most connecting the shit back up.. Let's get this over with, Flint.." She'd pop her arm out as it leaves a socket reminiscent to how a normal bone would fit, but in a more mechanical sense. Taking hold of the synthetic arm, her eyes waver as she bites her lip, sighing as she lines it up, allowing Flint to re-attach, more carefully this time as it gets to work. It was definitely jarring for this procedure, having your nerves 'disconnected' is one thing, but reconnecting them to something is another matter entirely, something that's at best thrice as agonizing than the former. She gripped onto the top shelf of her closet, head hanging a bit as she gritted her teeth, body jolting through strained movements as Flint did its work. Wimpering defiantly, she fights back a sharp tear from her eye, "G-God damnit-.. Alright-.. Last one.. Make it fast Flint, and don't. Fucking. Stop." Flint knew the last part was always the hardest, and hearing her say that guaranteed a worried noise from the machine but it complied with her demand. The next few moments were loud, as Flint made the final re-connections, she'd fight back several excruciating screams as she forced herself to remain standing, legs likely begging to collapse as her hand grips the shelf, arm fully tensed.[/spacer]
[spacer]Ten minutes after it was done, Kallen picked herself up after she had slumped faintly to the floor, dizzy from the numbing pain. Flint stayed close to her side until she caught her breath, standing back up as her face looked flushed. Wiping her forehead of a cold sweat, she eyed her cybernetic arm that was now detached from her with a yearning gaze. Having it was something she could never forget the meaning of, a second chance. She looked at her 'new' hand, palm facing her as she tried 'fitting it in.' The fingers twitched before they slowly curled, retracting and repeating itself a few times. She bent her elbow back and forth, bringing the hand up to her cheek. Gently grazing her skin, her eyes wavered as her right hand cradled it. It was the closest she'd get for a real hand.. But it felt.. Wrong, this way. Her eyes watered but she fought them back, Flint coming back with a wash-cloth for her, taking it as she wiped away her tears, "Thank you.. Come on.. We've got just a couple more things to finish up before we go." She double-checked her hair as Flint waited by the door - after she said that, she came down moments later wearing some jewelry: a bracelet upon her wrist encrusted with clear and black diamonds, it was her mothers during her honeymoon. Next was a pair of tear-shaped earings, clear-cut crystals half the size of a quarter. Lastly, she wore a silver necklace with a pendant shaped as her signature. With a purse in hand, she and her little droid were off and out the door.[/spacer]

--------------------------------------- At the Party ---------------------------------------​

[spacer]It wasn't long until she arrived, the party looking to just be starting in time as people entered the place. Kallen looked to Flint and grinned, petting a hand atop its head, "Stay close with me, alright? I hope to meet some people and I'd like you to as well. I doubt it, but it would be pretty nice to meet Lydia in person. Hell, I'd absolutely love it if I could meet Richardson. Oh what brilliance that woman holds for all engineering.. I'd love to share project ideas with her, maybe a few drinks too. Woman is a damn looker... Hah, I wonder where Eugene is, think he'll show? I can only imagine how his conversations might be like in public, hell even his attire." She laughed, grinning as she brought herself deeper into the club, her dress complimenting both her figure and her hair, with her blue eyes contrasting nicely in the atmosphere. She was curious how tonight would go, but her main focus was to have fun, and hopefully meet those that would take a liking to her, or her to them.[/spacer]
[spacer]Another thought crossed her mind while she walked. The chef android she had checked on recently. The case was still a concern to her, and now realizing it, being here made her worry a little. Despite there being plenty of security, she had a strange feeling in her gut. What was it all about? Did anything particular happen during the hacking? Would it be involved with this day? There were several questions floating in her mind now, but she had to flush them out. She wasn't here to worry, and she was not prepared to deal with anything as she was anyways. Plus, despite having fight in her, she's no military, only an engineer with a lot of spirit and a fire in her eyes.[/spacer]

 

[LVL1337N00B]

Rowan Ward - Club Concord, #C8B9A6

The party was on and it was jumping, to say the least. Lots of people both human and android would shimmy and shake, some with incredible rhythm and others with none whatsoever. In any case, the club was overflowing with energy.. Some of which was being exerted in violent ways.

Despite the strong contingent of security officers present, it seemed like a lot of people were still eager to cause trouble. Angry purists, wannabe thugs, antagonizers of all sorts shoving and punching and breaking things. Pushing through crowds to break up scraps was a pain in the ass.

And the noise. Oh god, the noise. It was so damned loud you could barely hear yourself think; Much less focus on what was going on around you. The deafening sounds coupled with the incredible mass of bodies packed into the place would strain even the most perceptive man's ability to keep an eye on things. It might take a while for one of the enforcers to catch some dick knocking a 'droid around, some punk kid might completely get away with somebody's favorite necklace. There was just too much going on, but Rowan did her part to keep some level of peace through this party.

Currently, the woman sat atop the back of some guy who wore his pants around his knees, snacking on one of those little sandwiches she'd shoved into her pocket a bit before the place got crowded. An off hand gripped the fellow's short blonde hair and slammed his face into the floor he lay on several times as she reiterated once more just how badly he'd fucked up, crumbs falling out of her mouth now and then as she insulted his intelligence.

Such fun. Rowan loved parties.

 

[Zen]

Cane and all, Councilwoman Sofia Aya arrived at the party dressed in something rather tacky. A crimson pencil skirt that did not conform to her aging body whatsoever, sagged around her bottom. A blue blouse with ruffles at the collar looked far too big for the woman, and contrasted sharply with her skirt. Oh, and the woman had a plethora of gold necklaces and bracelets, capped with a humongous pair of sunglasses.

Unlike Donald, who walked into the party expecting wealth to come pouring into his coffers, the woman came to the party to, well... Party.

"WHOOOO! SOFIA HERE TO BRING THE ROOF DOWN!"

Hunched over with her cane, the woman waddled from each dance group, joining in enthusiastically with complete strangers. Some gave her odd, puzzled looks, and others actually joined in with the woman, raising their arms and complimenting her on her atrocious dance moves. Many were surprised that such an old woman was able to move so well.

"Doing alright there sweety?" She called to Rowan, waving merrily as the enforcer dealt with an upstart citizen. "That's right, give it all ya got! Don't give him an ounce!"

A congo line formed in the middle of the club, snaking around the back, and into the crowd itself. Sofia gave a mighty hoot before joining herself, kicking out with her foot and cane. Her gnarly hands reached into the crowd, grabbing hold of the White Knight android.

"DANCE WITH ME SONNY!"

 

[Zen]

The Interview

Just because Donald brought his own entourage didn't mean he was without his own personal camera or microphone. The man came equipped with a handheld camera - vintage, not old - and he perused the dance floor in search of candidates for his interview. Unfortunately, people were far too concern with enjoying themselves to even pause for the old geezer. It was proving to be a frustrating task until he spotted a beauty in a crimson dress looking rather lonely.

A nutty grin pulled at his lips. Donald swaggered over, hand cloyly in the pocket of his beige suit, the other holding the camera towards the woman.

"Hey baby, how ya doing this fiiine evening?" He winked, pearly white teeth glistening in the strobe lights. "Listen,I was wondering, since you seem to be rather lonely, if you could give me your opinion on this whole android becoming captain business."

He held his camera up to the lady, the red record light blinking.

"I'm shooting a documentary and I'd like to know how the people are feeling about this. Are you okay with it? Happy? Angry? Rebellious?"

 

[Kino]

Meet Your Maker

Carter could barely hear Nira's message over the sounds of the party. He was making his rounds through the club, checking all entrances, making sure his security team was doing their jobs.

It was time to meet the AI he had designed, and see if the finished product met his specifications. More importantly, he wanted to evaluate her mental abilities. After pushing his way through the crowd, The Commander finally reached them. The exposed backside of KT was the first thing he saw and recognized the intricate engravings instantly as his own. He couldn't help but smirk at what was essentially his handy work, even if it was someone else who actually put her together. Stepping towards her and Nira, Carter tapped the android on her shoulder to get her attention.

Pivoting around to meet him Kt's misty orange looked upon Carter with surprise and bowed "Good Evening Sir."

"KT, do you know who this is?" asked the Coucilwoman, a slight smirk pulling on her lips.

Nira's blatant implication that KT should know a man she had never seen before suggested that this was in fact her boss. "Sir Carter Davis, Head of security and military council representative," she affirmed.

"That's right," murmured the woman.

"That's nice that you know my name and occupation. Though I can't say that it impresses me."

He gave Nira a glance, then turned his gaze back to KT. His hand came up to lightly grasp her chin, and he turned her head left and right, examining her closely as if she were a a piece of furniture he was preparing to purchase.

"They seem to have gotten my designs right. I was a bit worried something might have been wrong."

Due to the lack of her experience with other beings and contact, Carter's touch made the android step back a pace. Taking a hand to her face, the android did not understand how she felt about the gesture as her gaze settled on Carter. "My function is not to impress."

"Quite true, Kaity. However, I expect to be impressed as a side effect of your functions. Now tell me, how do you feel about your recent lessons with Nira?"

His gaze rested on her glowing orange eyes. Faint lights could be seen blinking and flashing periodically under his eye patch.

"I feel the fundamentals of this world are important but that occasionally her decisions were illogical and did not aim toward my purpose." The android looked at Nira for a moment with what was a hint of a smile as the android remembered putting on the dress "I have insufficient data as to explain what the illogical decisions have taught me" the android reached out a hand and placed it over Carter's beating heart "But as an estimate she is teaching me of your fragility."

"To an extent, yes," said Nira carefully. "I am trying to teach you to be humane KT. I hope you understand why."

Her eyes were locked to Carter's face, waiting for his reaction.

"I see..." His gaze shifted between them as they spoke, before resting on KT again. "And how have you been spending your time between lessons?"

"I have spent time studying in the library learning of human history, the origins of the Intium Novum and what little I could find of the history before it." The android pointed toward the image of Lydia on the large screen at the back of the stage. "To conclude that another pinpoint in your history will be standing upon Concordia's stage."

A smirk came across Carter's face, and he nodded.

"That's correct. Tonight could have quite an impact on all of our lives, one way or another."

He quietly sighed, and moved to one of the glass kegs next to KT to get himself some water. Alcohol would have been his preference, but he was technically on duty right now and it would set a bad example if he allowed himself to indulge when his subordinates could not.

"But how would you like to try and prove your primary functions?"

Unsure of how to answer the question KT's expression turned quizzical as she thought for a moment then remembered the data transfer.

Boldly pulling Carter into an embrace, KT leaned forward pressing her lips against him as she seduced the Councilman into a passionate kiss.

"Um..." Nira blinked, hand lifted to attempt to stop the android, but it was too late.

With her body and lips suddenly pressed against his, Carter dropped his cup of water in surprise. KT was an astonishingly good kisser despite never having actually done it before. The Commander found himself placing his hands on her hips and back, getting lost in the moment and kissing back.

It wasn't long before it was over, and the two of them separated. Carter was quite confused at this point. Pleased, but confused.

Unfamiliar sensations ran through her circuits as KT looked at Carter almost alarmed by what had just happened. "Why is the data not processing?"

"You just kissed metal lips," said Nira, amused and shocked. "And you liked it?"

He was still reeling from the shock of the sudden kiss. "Uhhh... Data? Processing? I'm not... What?"

"The data transfer, it didn't work."

"KT, kissing is not a data transfer. For humans it is a sign of affection." The woman's shock disappeared, replaced with mirth. "If you want transfer data, you'll either have to tell him, or demonstrate those abilities."

Realizing her mistake the android bowed. "My apologies, I think I have been invasive. There is something I would like for your eyes alone to see, but for now sir. What would you have me demonstrate?"

"Alone, huh?" She glanced at Carter's flustered look, and grinned. "You aren't allowed to be naughty with your subordinates, Commander."

Carter sighed and shook his head, recomposing himself. This whole situation was becoming a bit too awkward. Time to get it back on track.

"Alright. Let's see what you can do. Let's do something basic. I want you to tell me the best way to secure this club in order to minimize threats."

Scanning the room the android surveyed the security guards, using the information she had gained from helping concordia and their current positions she made an assessment "There are guards at every corner, the only side in which is missing would be the back and sides of the stage."

Her orange eyes then wandered toward the stage and crowd. "For maximum security I would suggest putting bulletproof glass between the speaker and the audience. There is high probability of opposition at this event and the subject of discussion is top priority." The android then pointed toward the roof. "The rafters are less guarded than the rest of the building, this is a fault." She looked back at Carter again. "Five different identities around the room have been watching our meeting curiously and keeping a close eye on you with increased heart rates. Some dialogue so far has consisted of 'affirmative', 'in sight', 'don't let them know you're looking', 'he's hot' and 'who's the hunk of junk'."

Carter smiled. "Not bad. You did well." He turned to look at Nira. "She seems to be doing quite well. Tell me again why I should keep her in your program any longer?"

Her reply was quick and drenched with amusement. "She obviously doesn't know social cues, nor did you correct her on them. If anything, you were encouraging it." She nodded to KT. "If she feels ready to leave my program and work for you, then by all means, go ahead."

Carter looked to KT. "Well? How about it?"

"If that is what you wish of me, sir"

"I'm asking you what YOU want. Not what I want."

"I have not developed this function sir."

Nira sighed, and shook her head. "I told you she has an infantile intellect. But if you feel like you could teach her better than I..." The woman shrugged. "Be my guest."

"You haven't developed the ability to want? I find that hard to believe." He glanced at Nira. "Even infants know how to want."

After a short pause considering his options, Carter nodded to KT. "I do indeed think I can teach her better than you Nira. So it's settled. Kaity, I'm moving you to my place after today. Why you were ever left alone for more than half the time, I'll never know."

"But she is not an infant, not a human one," but KT would be the only one to have heard Nira. The Councilwoman nodded stiffly, squared off her shoulders, and exhaled. "Very well Commander. I'll leave you two to get acquainted."

The android nodded. "I will go with you Carter."

"Good. In the meantime, I'm still on duty, and I must get back to it. We'll talk more after this is over. You should go and socialize. Learn what it's like to be social."

He looked her over once more. "And maybe soon we'll talk about getting you some synthetic skin. Perhaps blending in to society more will help."

"Carter, wait."

"What is it?"

"I have something I'd like to discuss..." the android looked toward the crowd for a moment, aware of eyes watching "In a place a little more private."

"Not much place for that here... I guess backstage would probably be the least crowded."

And with that, he started pushing his way through the crowd, leading KT backstage. Hardly anyone was there. Mostly Security personnel.

"Alright, So what is it?"

The android looked paranoid as it's orange eyes passed over the security personnel, answering in hushed tones. "I have received a file I want you to see. I am nervous about revealing it in front of so many, I have leaned how delicate feelings are and believe that if used the wrong way it could upset many."

"Is that so? Well then let's hear it."

Carter lead KT into one of the back rooms, where the security equipment was set up. Monitors for all of the security camaras, as well as communications equipment lined the walls. Two guards were inside manning the equipment, and paid little mind to Carter and KT as they entered.

"You can play it here. Should be plenty secure enough."

Extending the palm of her hand toward the ceiling, the android began to play the message as a holographic image of Oslo Riker that relayed the message that had been passed to her, regarding the revolution of androids.

"The android Concordia received this file and was requested to play it tonight, instead she gave it to me in confidence."

"I see... You did good showing this to me in private. And you're right. This could infuriate plenty of people tonight. Not to mention unfairly sway the vote. Therefore, you are ordered to delete it. We won't be playing it."

The android nodded and deleted the file as ordered. Carter smiled to her, and laid his hands on her shoulders.

"Now, let's get back out there to the party. We both have things to do."

He lead the way back out to the dance floor, leaving KT to her own devices once there as he went back to work patrolling the club.

 

[4everDifferent]

The Party, red

Seth had never been surrounded by more people concerned more with their own social standings and personal opinions than they were with the well being of the ship. It disgusted him really, but he wasn't here to approve of conversations and the over all publicity of the celebrated event. Seth was curious about the fact that an android could possibly captain the vessel he called home, but really, he was more concerned with his family. This job, waiting for such a party, was motivated purely by the fact that his mother needed her meds and seven hundred and fifty credits as more than enough to pay for it all.

Seth flinched as he hoisted the tray on his shoulder. It was easier for him to do that than to hold it at his side. He wore a smile, though he kept his head down so as to not let these models of perfection stare at his own imperfection. Seth didn't have the money to pay for the surgery to fix his scarring, nor would he really be willing to do so. He blamed himself for his father's death. He sighed slightly as he made his way out of the kitchen and back into the club. The flow of bodies made it difficult to navigate without bumping into people. Each contact pulling an apology from his lips and an insult in his mind.

At least the night had been fairly uneventful as far as incidents. Security took care of any that broke out, and the happened mostly on the outskirts. Seth just avoided those areas, not willing to risk the credits or further injuring himself. His hands worked to receive empty glasses while hands reached for the filled ones on his tray. Some of these people were here no to celebrate, but it seemed as if they were here to mourn as though, the decision had already been made.

Again, who piloted the ship was of less importance to Seth than caring for his mother. Let the android win, maybe then the humans would see the state of the rest of the ship and things would change. The thought brought a chuckle from his lips and his smiled. That would never happen.

 

[fatalrendezvous]

Lydia 815-165 — Club Concord, crimson

Lydia's two heavily armed guards pushed away crowds of onlookers and rioters as they waded through the waves of people in the Entertainment Hub on the way to Club Concord. The cheers mixed with the insults. All the praise and mockery melded together into just a continuous wall of human voices.

Lydia did her best to maintain composure through it all, walking (or stepping, really, considering their pace) with purpose, stopping to occasionally greet an admirer or for pictures. These encounters were typically broken short by her guards though, as they'd push the onlookers away and pull Lydia ahead. Virtually overnight she had become some kind of celebrity, with her own share of fans and just as many, if not more, critics.

As they neared the club, the growing din of the pounding bass hits could be felt reverberating through the floors and the walls, layered over by electronic melodies spilling out into the space outside. Upon entering, Lydia gazed over the packed dance floors, filled with bodies moving to the rhythm (though some did not). Interested in mingling amongst the citizens, she approached the dance floor, stiletto heels clicking excitedly against the floor panels.

Before she could disappear into the crowd, one of Carter's security guards snatched a hold of her wrist, prompting Lydia to whip around and glare at him. "Sorry, Miss. Councilman Davis specifically requested for us to keep you off the dance floors where something might happen to you. There are just too many people."

"How am I supposed to interact with the citizens and gain their favor and trust if I can't be amongst them?"

The armored guard lifted his shoulders in a shrug as he shook his head. "Orders are orders, Miss. There should be a table in the VIP section reserved for you."

Huffing a sigh of disbelief, Lydia nodded and allowed the guards to escort her to a side elevator, whisking them up to an upper floor, where several lavishly furnished booth tables sat overlooking the rest of the floors below. Lydia sat quietly, her red dress practically fading into the red velvet lining the booth seats, and looked over the crowds.

Several booths away, Melina Highwind caught a glimpse of the potential new Captain. Calming her disdain, Melina donned a saccharine smile as she tossed her hair over her shoulders and stood, smoothing out her extravagant flowing evening gown that flaunted her curves and showed dangerous amounts of skin. Picking a glass of white wine and a bottle off her table, she sauntered to Lydia's table, nose held so high it looked as though she might have been hanging from it.

"Ah, if it isn't Lydia, our potential new Captain!" her words carried with an excess of extravagance as she held out her hand. "I am Melina Highwind, Councilwoman of Level 4. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Lydia eyed the woman's peculiar behavior, knowing she had a particular dislike for androids. But, she put up a brave front and decided to play along, if for no other reason than to prevent causing trouble. "Melina, it's so nice to finally meet you!" she replied, taking the councilwoman's hand and pulling her into an embrace.

Melina swallowed a scowl that itched to take over where her smile was. As they released from their hug, Melina held out the wine bottle in her hand. "Care to share a drink with me? Oh--" she quickly retracted it. "I forgot, you androids don't experience alcohol the same way we do. It would be such a shame to let a bottle like this go to waste."

The comment prompted a sarcastic smile from Lydia's face as she reseated herself at the table. Melina quickly followed suit, sitting in the booth across from her. "Lydia, I just wanted to... congratulate you!" There were about two dozen other, much more offensive words Melina would have rather used than "congratulate." "It's a big task to become Captain, even for a human."

"Thank you, Melina. That means a lot," Lydia responded politely. Unable to bear her gaze any longer, the android turned her head to look back out over the crowd. Melina's eyes followed as she took in the sights of the people celebrating.

"To think, the possibility that an android could be in charge of decisions that affect all those people. And the future of the Initium Novum. The possibility we might actually find a habitable planet someday. If you become Captain, Lydia, the people will place their hopes and dreams in your hands. No Captain has found such a planet yet, even with an android as capable as you as the Navigator." Lydia's eyes snapped back to Melina's as they shared a brief mutual stare of contempt.

Melina replaced her icy stare with another grandiose smile that Lydia found anything but charming. The councilwoman stood, taking her wine glass and bottle with her. "No matter. I'm sure you'll do an absolutely wonderful job as Captain." The words were laced with such vitriol that if Lydia could gag, she might have.

Lydia's piercing green eyes watched as Melina arrogantly turned to walk away, strutting back to her own booth.

"...Bitch." Lydia muttered under her breath, before turning back to look over the dancing crowds.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

RJ
[RJ's apartment; Level 2]

Calling it a piece of cake would be too much, but as far as RJ knew, it wasn't the hardest thing in the world either. Unavoidably, her tongue was sticking out as she was finishing the last connection on the 20th AM bomb. "Alrighty, I do hope I live to tell a story," Holding it up above the table on a short distance from the table as all 19 of those before it, she dropped it down lightly, pointlessly sheltering her face with a nearby pilow. If either one of those went off, that kind of protection would seem more like a bad joke. The bomb simply let out a small whine-like metal sound and went silent. RJ peeked behind the pillow and grinned, her goggles making her look like a true mad scientist. "Well that went well now, didn't it?" Bourne, the short corgy dog, looked at her lazily and went back to sleep. RJ rolled her eyes and took her goggles off, lifting her feet on the table. "No sense of mechanical magic whatsoever. Bourne I must say boy, I am dissapointed." The dog didn't move. She chuckled and lit the cigarette, rocking back and forth on chair's back legs. "Saved the day. Just in time."

Just as she inhaled another smoke, her new phone vibrated violently in her pocket and she choked on it, loosing balance. "Fuck!" Managing to grab the edge of table and pulling back up, she took out her phone and mumbled a bunch of swears, as she answered it. "What?!" The old male voice on the other side coughed on her last swear and spoke. "Not really the best way to greet an old friend." RJ sighed. "You know how I am. Anyway, what's up?" The voice chuckled. "Open your window, toots."

The fully altered mecha stared at her through the second floor window. ((http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2...ckfrost_heavy_by_shimmering_sword-d6dnera.jpg) Weapons aren't visible) She whistled and fixed her hat. "Well I'll be damned old man, you still have what it takes." The old mechanic crossed from the mecha's head into the room. "It is something that is hard to forget, kiddo." RJ tapped his shoulder and turned to table. "Sweet! Let us get to work then." She grabbed AM bomb and handed it to the Old-Timer that jerked lightly. "Are you really out of your mind?!" RJ grinned. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" The mechanic held the bomb shakingly and shook his head. "N-no! This is suicidal!" RJ rolled her eyes and tapped one of the bombs a bit harder which made the old man jerk again. "Relax, old man. You really think I would let the heavy shaky mecha transport these beauties without making sure they don't go BOOM until they need to?" She chuckled and raised eyebrow. "Come on now, know better than that." With that she tapped the bomb once more and turned around. "One space, one bomb. I will be right back." Getting out of the room for a moment, she typed in the same unsaved number and simply typed in "Come get 'em while fresh." Pressing "send" button made her grin again as she walked back into the room.
​

 

[BoxBob³]

Eugine - The Party, Orange

One might say that a new level of tackiness had arisen, that an indisputable peak had been reached, records shattered and set far beyond what anyone would achieve anytime soon. This would be a day to stand the test of ages in tacky history. Should a fashion designer gaze upon this, they may find new levels of inspiration, or just have a aneurysm from it, either was a distinct possibility. The offense to all things fashion did have a name however, it was Eugine.

Eugine looked more like he had grabbed a series of random articles of clothing from the cabinet, but he had put thought into it, just not very informed thought. He was wearing a yellow button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, with what looks like white pinstripes. A vest striped diagonally in blue and orange, and buttoned in the front with white buttons. White pants with what looks like a black stripe going down the sides where a seam would be, with red dress shoes that have white soles. At least, however, his bow tie and hat matched, both an awkward blue, white, and neon green plaid, the hat some sort of bowler.

He doesn't seem to even register how tacky he is, arguing with a fellow engineer over something at the moment it would seem, and probably not even realizing that it would probably be impossible to take him seriously in any shape, way, or form. The argument seems to be about if a cyborg would survive acceleration of hundreds of Mach's in a second, without melting to in-operability. Completing the getup he's wearing however, is a little dock for FLI, looking rather adapted from some sort of armband.

FLI, however, is not attached, scanning the crowd, and looking much more sleek than it's creator. It's metal has been buffed and polished out to a golden bronze, the usual array of tools attached folded away and hidden, though it still does have a touch of Eugine in it, a white tie tied around it, but at least it's not actually too outrageously done. It clicks a few times as it spots Flint and Kallen, flying over quite quickly, and kind of doing a almost nodding or bowing motion.

It clicks and whirs in a few quick successions, the same kind of tone it uses while being sarcastic or really trying to get a point across, and with a few turns in the direction of the fashion abomination that is Eugine, it might be a little apparent that FLI's asking them to bail Eugine out of the argument somehow, or at least just distract him from it maybe, almost seeming embarrassed to see him like that.

"And how do you propose the android would even remain attached?"

"Magnets, of course."

"Okay, and at that speed, wouldn't things be prone to... Catastrophic results?"

"Nonsense, my SCIENCE is well measured, it would be fine."

"Science?"

"No no no, not 'science'. SCIENCE."

"Whatever, wouldn't it just explode?"

"That is an excellent possibility. I'd love to see it."

 

[Zen]

Taboo

The stir of the club was only an annoyance to Mark. He preferred the quiet of his apartment along with the simplicity that was his work space. The only reason Mark was there was because of Daiyu.


He tried his best to match her. Clad in a black suit and tie, it was elegant, but simple enough that no one would make note of it. Daiyu wore a long, slinky, black dress that hugged her slender frame.


Mark was still bothered by the idea of the android vote. The captain was only handing out more for the Council to do. The vote affected his work more than anyone else, and if she was made Captain, then there would be hell to pay.


With these troubled thoughts, he moved to Daiyu, who was leaning against the back wall. Casually, he joined her, both of them lost in the darkness of the club.


"It seems we have a full night ahead of us."


"Yes, we do." Her smile was playful, coy. "Nira's showing off that new android to Carter by the way. I wonder how that's going."


She shyly laced her fingers in between his.


"No hug?"


He smiled, and wrapped his arms around the woman.


"I assume Melina will have some sort of fit tonight, and there will be plenty of arguments. I hope we won't be noticed so soon."

Mark held Daiyu's hand firmly, relishing her touch. "Do you want to dance at all tonight?"


"Dance?" She glanced at the clubbers who grinded and slid on each other. The woman shook her head with an embarrassed laugh.


"I'll wait until the music changes. Maybe a slow song, or at least until the dance style changes." She cleared her throat. "I spoke to Anderson today. It seems like your next mission is going to be an important one. You'll be careful, won't you?"


"Of course, the planet we're going to is just like the others. Desolate, and depressing. I'll be gathering my new team soon. There are a couple candidates I have in mind that I'll talk to later. But for now, let's not talk business."


The music changed, a slow song that slightly dispersed the crowd. Some left to go outside, others hung around the walls. Daiyu flashed a grin.


"How about we dance instead?" And proceeded to drag Mark onto the dance floor, hiding themselves amongst other couples.


Mark liked dancing more than he wanted to admit, and it was a wonderful way to get to know someone. Their dance was simple, holding hands, and swaying back and forth. Anything more than that, and the two would be noticed.


"I hope our last meeting didn't stir anything between us."


"Stir anything? No, I don't think so," she lied smoothly.


Problem was their last meeting did do something, and it wasn't something Daiyu wanted to discuss. She loved her job, loved helping out her people, but then there was Mark. Inter-council relationships were illegal and if they were found out...


"How would you feel if I was seeing someone else?"


Mark's heart paused for a moment as he considered the question. Mark loved her; she was someone who he could rely on. They danced in silence as he gathered his thoughts.


"I'd most likely have a chat with this person you were seeing."


She withdrew, concern written all over her face. "Us being together... It's illegal. You know that."


"At this point I don't think it matters. There are many things changing around the ship." He gave her a distant look.


"Mark, things are changing for the androids, not for humans. The work place is going to stay the same." She looked down, standing still. "And I can't let those in Level Three down. They need me."


"We are all needed by the people", Mark stated. "I work hard every day to be able to provide for everyone, and so do you. You're getting caught up in your work and not letting yourself feel the things normal people feel. Daiyu, you can't always keep yourself from what you want because of your job."


Her cheeks blossomed with color. "'Normal people'? Am I not normal? Is that what you're saying?"


"I'm saying you're more spectacular than a normal person. I'm also saying that you can't be drowned by your work. Daiyu, I don't want to let this go to waste. I enjoy being with you."


Guilt plastered her face, sagging her shoulders and her excitement. "I... I enjoy being with you too. But if this gets out, we'll both be ruined. If one of us leaves the Council we can pursue this."


She clasped her forehead. "I shouldn't have agreed to this date. I'm so sorry."


"Daiyu, I am not letting us end like this." Mark stopped and held her hand for a moment. "After my next mission I am resigning from my position. If the council can't agree with something as simple as this, then why be a part of the council?"


His words floored her. For several seconds the woman stared with her jaw agape.


"Mark. I can't, no. You can't. We need you. Who else will run the Extraction team?"


"At this point we might as well have an android do it."


"An android can't do your job," although there was little conviction to her words. "Please Mark. You can't quit your job over me."


"Why can't I?" He would have to resign if their relationship leaked anyway. "This job has only given me strife with little payoff. You're the closest thing to that."


"I'm touched but..." She laid a hand on his chest. "You're good at your job. The people trust you to get the job done. I trust you to get the job done. So if you quit, I don't want you to do it because of me."


"Then what do you want me to do Daiyu? I can't wait around anymore."


"Mark, it hasn't even been a year yet. Please wait a little longer. Please."


"If I wait any long I'll be out of my job by then. I've waited Daiyu, and I know how I feel about you."


"Then how do you feel about me?"


"Dayiu, I love you."


Her world was shattering, crumbling. "No. No you don't. Take that back."


"Why should I take it back? I keep being denied what I want, and the only reason are these damn restrictions."


Distress was written on her face. She had to choose, had to choose him or her work. Both things she loved, but which one did she love more?


"I... I don't love you."


Mark knew it, he had only hoped his wishes would come true. He didn't know what to say to her. But for some reason he still held on to her hand. "Why?"


She wouldn't look at his eyes, only at the ground. "I love my job more. I love my people more. I don't love you."


"Daiyu, you are going to run yourself into a wall. I've waited eight months and I knew how I felt about you for a while. And I know there is something still here. Who are you going to let you decide for you? You or the people?"


She wrenched her hand from him, and felt the pinpricks of tears in her eyes. "I can't be with you, understand? I can't."


And without another word, she disappeared into the crowd, looking for a quiet spot to sulk alone.

 

[Tone 6th]

Struggle

"No ma'am I-" Artemis's protest was cut off as he was spun into the crowd. Councilwoman Sofia danced next to the towering android as he stood there awkwardly.

"Come on, don't you know how to dance!" she taunted him.

A crowd began to form around Artemis and Sofia.

"Well yes a little, I suppose." he said meekly.

"Then dance!" he ordered.

"Well I need the appropriate music ma'am." he explained.

She pointed pointed to the DJ with a wrinkled finger "Hey play whatever this fella asks you to!" The DJ gave a thumbs up.

Artemis sent the DJ an MP3 over his request line. The DJ laughed a little and played the tack, and android gave quite the show.

"COUNCILWOMAN! HELP ME!" he screamed from his core, but the words did not reach his vocal processor. "She can't hear me... no one can hear me." disrepair laced his words. "How much longer for the scan to be fished?" He questioned his system. "Seven hours and eight minuets remaining." it replied. "Damn it! Someone anyone!" he pleated.

 

[4everDifferent]

Eavesdro- Leverage, red

Seth shoulder a fresh tray, the last one had alcohol spilt all over it. Even his borrowed suit smelled like the drink. He growled, not exactly looking forward to trying to explain away his smell to his mother, though he was sure Sarah would have his back. That generally evened things out.

He worked his way through the crowd and smiled as often as he could hoping that everyone couldn't smell the alcohol over the body odor and alcohol that already filled the air. Halfway onto the dance floor, he approached two council members. Seth was content to mind he own business, when his ears stole a forbidden sentence between council members.

"Daiyu, I love you."

Seth stopped in his tracks. His brain registering the words and knowing just how against the rules it was. He tried to force his feet away from the couple, but images of his sick mother and his young sister rooted his feet in place. If he could just...before he could gather much more, he conversation was over and councilwoman Daiyu stormed off.

This tie bit of information could change everything. For him. For Sarah. For mom.

 

[Detective Zero]

Kallen, #ff3333

[spacer]After wandering a bit before she got into the flow with the party, a man approached her with a camera. Listening to what he had to say, she was hardpressed to wonder who he really was. Either way, she decided to humor him, "Well, as an engineer for many sorts in level four, personally I find it a good thing that it's happening. If all else, it'll change how level four acts towards everyone, hopefully for the better... Too many assholes, you know? You can only seem to be truly friendly with those below while the ones up here are just doing it for show or brown-nosing.." Before she continued, FLI appeared and started buzzing off with its own communicating tune, a smirk rising on Kallen's lips as if she understood the little machine. She glanced over towards where FLI was gesturing and quite easily noticed what could only have been Eugene.[/spacer]
[spacer]She had to try hard to control herself as a 'dumb smirk' pursed onto her lips as she brought a hand up, muffling the first part of what would have been a laugh. Shaking her head, still pursing her lips, she looks back to the man with the camera, "I'm sorry.. I'd love to continue this but I have someone to save from a mad scientist monologuing." With that, she gently smiled and gave a wave as she slid through the crowd, following FLI back to Eugene as Flint gave a nod and a beep to Donald before tagging along. "So.. Talking about what we were discussing earlier huh? Why am I not surprised about it.. Heh.. And Eugene, did your laundry explode with an experimental super-detergent all over you or something? I knew you didn't have much class but.. I didn't think it was this bad." She smirked, playfully nudging an elbow against him, "Add on a red nose and you'd be the perfect clown."[/spacer]