The cyborg formerly known as Vengeful Flame materialized on the base teleporter with no fanfare or fireworks. His burly form, atop deceivingly slender legs, moved forward with a mechanical gait, stopping as a figure entered his path. His glassy optics focussed, with the softest of whirring sounds, on the slender form of Braende, hovering in front of him.
"Query: How may I be of assistance?" He stated, his flat mechanical tones carrying the barest sliver of the 'questioning' intonation.
"Hmmm." Braende replied, her brows knit in concentration. With a blast of fire, she shifted into her 'devil' costume, red lace straining against her ample form.
"Query: How may I be of assistance?" The cyborg repeated, a stronger note of query in his voice. Braende made no reply, but posed, her hands on the back of her hips pushing her shoulders back and breasts forward in a seductive arch.
"Query: If this unit may not be of assistance, may this unit return to it's designated charging station?" Braende relaxed from her pose and nodded, floating out of the way of the red and black cyborg, who walked with an unhurried mechanical pace towards the engineering bay setup for recharging. As she followed the retreating figure with her eyes, Braende pulled out a handcomm and sent a message.
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies
"Query: How may I be of assistance?" He stated, his flat mechanical tones carrying the barest sliver of the 'questioning' intonation.
"Hmmm." Braende replied, her brows knit in concentration. With a blast of fire, she shifted into her 'devil' costume, red lace straining against her ample form.
"Query: How may I be of assistance?" The cyborg repeated, a stronger note of query in his voice. Braende made no reply, but posed, her hands on the back of her hips pushing her shoulders back and breasts forward in a seductive arch.
"Query: If this unit may not be of assistance, may this unit return to it's designated charging station?" Braende relaxed from her pose and nodded, floating out of the way of the red and black cyborg, who walked with an unhurried mechanical pace towards the engineering bay setup for recharging. As she followed the retreating figure with her eyes, Braende pulled out a handcomm and sent a message.
Quote:To: Vengy_Must_Die@listserv.legendary.com"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From: Firey_Redhead@Legendary.com
Subject: 9/18/2008 sensuality test.
Well, As agreed, I put the jazz on filthbot. It bounced off like I was a text messge being snet to a dead cellphone. Looks like it worked, I'm gonna go take a showr, i feel dirty.
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies