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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 19, 2015 4:30:09 GMT -5
It had been such a beautiful ceremony, one Zasham could not possibly ever forget. Truly a spectacle, being a royal wedding and all, it was the first event of its type he had ever been to in his relatively short life. He was a demon, born of magic, twisted by science, and drowned in the memories of the fallen; and he was finding it incredibly hard not to cry. No, no, don’t you do it, he thought to himself as the speaker neared the end of the marital ritual. On the outside however he looked completely normal, though perhaps a tad misty eyed.
Seeing the two of them together gave him hope, hope that he would find what they had someday. Of course he has Zelba, who was noticeably absent due to her distaste of such fineries; however she loved his female form, as was her way. He wished to find someone who loved his chosen gender identity as he found being a woman too long often made him a little uncomfortable, no doubt due to William’s presence within. Not that there was anything wrong with such people, who chose identities which befit their personality or emotions, as Alpha Prime housed many strange things, people’s orientations were far from unusual. After all the fact that the bride and groom were different races was too indeed strange to perhaps most of the universe, however that was truly only helped it be that much more unique in its profundity.
“Mhm, mmm,” the Lord growled into a closed fist as he cleared his throat, as soft as possible so as not to disturb his friend’s moment, while also maintaining himself. Lords are strong and stoic, he repeated in his mind several times as he looked upon the couple as they stared longingly into one another’s eyes. The events around him seemed to meld away, as he grew giddy with the main attraction. The makaios, the bio-android, the aliens, even the dapper Tiberius were all ringside to what was before him. Though he would probably kick himself for missing Zero and his companion android’s conversation later on, it all mattered naught at this moment.
Then it came time for the “I do’s” which, as always, was the most emotionally trying moment of the ceremony. Nope, not going to do it, he spoke to himself once more. Ninjin was his closest friend, so much so that the two often referred to one another as brother. Indeed, since majin’s did not truly have a “family” Zasham he was more a brother to him than most true siblings were to one another. This brotherly love now washed over to Aella, who he was happy to call sister, as he knew the happiness she brought his dearest friend and ally. Then it came for the moment of truth, would the apparent human’s resolve hold? “You may now kiss the bride,” the official said and so too did they embrace, lips and souls as the crowd erupted around them.
“Ahhhh ha haaa!” the disguised majin exclaimed with joy as tears ran down his face, all of his mental preparation for nothing. It was all just too much for him to internalize, ruler of Alpha Prime or not. As they two separate to more cheers, Zasham was overcome with joy for them, leaping in and spreading his arms to grasp them both up, the limbs stretching to encompass them both as he locked his hands and lifted them into the air, giving them a twirl as he yelled “Congratulations!” with glee. After a moment of realizing he had overdone it, much to his chagrin, he put them down with a teary smile. Looking up he noticed a certain misty complexion in the ring bearer’s eyes, though Tiberius was quick to look away and snort in such a moment, his vestigial arms worthless when it comes to wiping tears away.
Standing there, a bit ashamed with his gushiness, Zasham felt quite the fool. Then he heard his out as someone exclaimed the necessity for dancing. Much of the room had begun to go that way, following the dance floor being opened nearby. Eager to escape the awkward situation his emotions had left him in he leapt from the lovely couple’s side to the center of the amassing dancers. Landing near two strange women dancing together, he began dancing himself, eager to distance himself from his silly emotional outburst. However, given his body’s unique composition and elasticity, many would say his dancing too was silly. Though no one could saw the cartoonish style was not unique.
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Post by Man on Aug 30, 2015 12:51:14 GMT -5
The scientist conceded. He did not think anything would occur if he took the android along for the meeting, but certainly, Azazel knew Ninjin Hattori and William Watson a lot more than he. Perhaps it would be wise to take her word into consideration and think twice before approaching the new Emperor... Ivan smiled in response to the woman in his arms and shook his head. "My apologies, it's been so long since I've been out of the work environment that I have forgotten my manners. It's nice isn't it? I think events like these are just what the doctor ordered! The Omega Collective would benefit from more activities like this, don't you agree?" Ivan winked at Azazel and rest his right hand on her waist, taking her right hand with his left hand. Ideally, Azazel's left hand would fall on his shoulder with no other place to go. Despite being somewhat of a workaholic, Ivan was surprisingly a good dancer; for a scientist, he was extremely young, he would not fall being the other youthful men. If permitted, he would lead the woman from right to left and left to right in a rhythmic two-step. His entire body swerved with the music, not just his limbs -although he was not as flexible as the Lord of Beta Major, whom was not too far from them. "Is that even natural?" He said, staring at Watson over Azazel's shoulder. The scientist was not aware of William Watson's true identity, and neither was Zero. Without another thought, Ivan dismissed the presence of Lord Watson from his mind and focused on the two of them, his eyes falling in line with Azazel's. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Azazel? What makes you Azazel?" He beamed.
Meanwhile, Model Zero stood still beside AEVA and Delashano. He continued to observe all who were within the reception, dancing and moving so erratically. Zero studied his master as he cruised the dance hall with Azazel, and then glanced at his Headmistress standing right next to him. Model Zero turned to Delashano with a determined look on his face and gazed into her eyes. "Miss Della, I've been meaning to ask you something, but I never had the chance to tell you." AEVA shifted her attention to Zero as she heard him speak to the woman. If her body were not completely metallic, her face might have turned red as her artificial -yet still quite feminine mind started racing ahead and forming conclusions. "Impossible... Zero?" She thought to herself in amusement. In fact, she decided to tease, "Dancing wont increase your power-level, Zero." She jest. If only her body could effectively translate her thoughts and artificial emotions, AEVA would appear alive like any other individual.
Zero glanced at AEVA in response to her comment but did not say anything. His gaze soon shifted back to Delashano, still fixed on her eyes. "I want you to teach me magic," he said. During the several months of training under the Headmistress's tutelage, the android had become somewhat familiar with the concept of magic as it seemed to be thrown around the academy quite habitually. He didn't know if machines could learn such a skill, but he learned ki, didn't he? Zero was beginning to believe he could achieve any task if he chose to. -Not that his face was ever any different, but the android looked at the woman with fiery determination in his eyes. The android was not usually this fired up, at all.
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Post by Maya on Sept 3, 2015 8:56:50 GMT -5
Maya found it hard to believe the trusting nature which Raska displayed towards Maya as she gripped at the blue aliens arm, even before she told Raska who she was behind the new appearance; whether Raska couldn't fully cope with the idea of Maya changing her form as such thought was to much of a strain on her delicate mind or she held so much faith in what could be a complete stranger she felt no need to ask further questions Maya could not say. The latter of the two worried Maya, if Raska would be working under the Imperium for any duration, would she simply just give out Imperium information to any and all that asked of her... Raska could be a security risk to all that lived within the Saiyan Imperium. The best way to rid security threats were to block them off, rid them from sight... yet Akassa had seen something in Raska, something worth while to invest in the woman and set her out among the stars to bring back information; while Maya personally found their new ally a tad bit irritating at most times, if Akassa trusted her then so would Maya... at least to some degree. So far only one person had truly earned the trust of Maya; Akassa, and much had been exchanged between the two to reach such a point.
Rather than speaking anything towards Maya's statement Raska simply gave her usual cheerful smile leaving Maya with no real answer of what Raska had concluded of this person that could very well be an impostor. Sighing softly under her breath Maya could feel the strain of the whole situation bearing down on her shoulders, having to deal with eyes all about and the bodies they rested in and Raska's personality was proving all to much of this little grey alien. It took much out of Maya for her to keep appearances up and not simply breaking down in the middle of an audience, at this point she would have much rather been doing technical support for those that didn't even know when a computer was on.
With all eyes turned towards the stage the audience watched as the King and Queen exchanged their vows at the alter and locked lips while others looked on in awe and cheered; Maya gazed on with widened eyes in confusion yet curiosity. What was it she saw before her that... that... intrigued her so. Head slowly cocking to the side and into Raska's shoulder Maya watched in silence at the two new wedded couple. Brow furring slowly Maya craned her head towards Raska in an attempt to question what it was that had just happened but before she could get the chance the party around them shifted in activity; feet stamping across the hall the dance floor quickly opened before them as couples and friends alike took to swinging about, their hands interlocked with the others.
"What is happening-"
Maya began to say but before she could finish Raska perked up happily as she dragged Maya by the arm leaving her no time to protest such an activity but all that came out was a high pitched squeak. Try as she might to resist Maya was quick to learn that while Raska appeared no stronger than Maya herself Raska was much powerful than she let on to be allowing Maya to be pulled out towards the dancing area. Knowing that if she caused to much uproar more eyes than necessary would being to fall upon them exposing them to any and all that might know who they were. Eyes down cast Maya whimpered softly letting Raska take control of the situation; Maya was regretting ever grasping on to Raska as she had.
Like a liquid Raska movements were fluid, swiftly moving she managed to break Maya's grip from Raska arm as they fell onto Maya wrist making another squeak leave Maya's mouth.
"What-"
Was all Maya managed to get out as Raska flung Maya out and away from Raska with a twist of her arm sending her spinning away while her wrist was still wrapped held tightly by Raska's thin fingers. Going out to Raska's full extent Maya jerked her head back from the speed of the movement as her eyes shot up to the ceiling above, having no chance to recover from being pushed about Raska was on top of the situation as with a tug she pulled Maya back into her grip spinning her about once more till she bumped back into her.
"Some one save me."
Maya whisper softly as Raska pushed her back out with a light shove.
Slightly dizzy from being tossed about Maya stood there in Raska grip trying to get control of the situation but found herself unable to, it wasn't often that Maya found her self in such a position where she could not fully take control... she was defenseless to do anything here now. Ninjin was still to fair away for her to speak to and seemed rather occupied with his alien bride, for now she would have to bide time till he was close enough to speak to but with all the people here today she was sure that she wouldn't be the only one. With no other choice Maya decided to go alone with this fool hardy dance routine regardless of how she personally felt about being so close to another in something she had never even attempted to do it was necessary to the mission.
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Post by Cytoxol on Sept 4, 2015 21:14:36 GMT -5
Cytoxol leaned up off the pillar he was leaning on, having decided it was time to stop snooping and time to start locating his target, Borex. Using his eyes to scan the dancing and sitting crowd, none of them he recognized by the image he had in his memory. Of course he could not rely on the ki signatures he recorded earlier giving he had never gotten to meet Borex and thus gotten his mark. Not seeing any signs of the fellow bio-android, Cytoxol would begin to immerse himself into the crowd. Weaving in and out of those on the dance floor, his eyes constantly rotating and looking for even the slightest sign of his target. For those that came draped in hoods he would pay extra attention to, trying to get a look at their faces or other similarities about their body that may coincide with Borex. Of those he monitored, none of them resembled his target and that was quite upsetting to the cyan colored bio.
After scanning those on the dancing floor he would motion towards those sitting down. Using the guise of getting a drink from the refreshment tables, he would walk by those that were sitting and swiftly yet inconspicuously scan their bodies. Again however, he was unsuccessful in acquiring his target and moved on. There were but a few people at the refreshment table but none of them were hidden and thus provided Cytoxol with a clear visual of their appearance, again providing no such luck with his search. Sighing, the bio-android returned to leaning against a pillar, this time one near the refreshment tables. Damn...my Intel couldn’t have been wrong…I was sure this is where he was tracked to….Blast it all…this mission would be all but useless had I not gained knowledge on those that are well endowed with power and information. Still…My anger at my target possibly escaping my grasp once more does NOT please me…
Cytoxol would continue to lean on the pillar, disgusted with his failure to obtain his objective. He would stay a little bit longer, hoping to see his mark walk right in front of him. If not then he would soon leave the palace, hoping to track down Borex once again, ff course...not before paying a visit to the one who indulged him this information in the first place. The man would heed his displeasure from having to attend this wedding and NOT acquire what he sought.
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Post by Azazel Moloch on Sept 5, 2015 13:06:12 GMT -5
Azazel continued to dance with the scientist looking around at all the people next to them. While also keeping an eye on Silitha, making sure she does not leave the area without her. She listened to Ivan talk about how nice the wedding was. That more events like this should be held in the Omega Collective. He asked if Azazel agreed with his statement, but to her it didn’t matter. “I guess more things like this could make this place seem happier. If that will make the people happier I guess that is all that matters. I do not live here so I do not know what would help the Omega Collective benefit." Azazel said to Ivan
The moment his hand grabbed hers and his hand rested on her waist, she had seen this on Earth. She placed her left hand on his shoulder. She let him take lead because that is what she was told on Earth from Migan and Kiiro. She did not know how to dance and they decided to teach her. Azazel thought the knowledge was a waste of time, but it seemed to come in handy this time around. That is when she heard Silitha once again. “Why is that mans hand on your waist? Are you really going to let him grab a hold of you like that Azazel? I don’t get what is going on here, you wouldn’t let someone do that to you in Hell.” Silitha said
“That is because Hell has different rules then here SIlitha. This is what these people do at these kinds of events, they dance. That is why I am allowing this man to place his hand on my waist. You still have a lot to learn about what people do in this realm. It isn’t that strange is it SIlitha?” Azazel asked her younger sister.
“Yes, it is very strange to see you dancing Azazel. No one back home is going to believe what I have seen you do here.” SIlitha said with a smile on her face.
As she was swaying around the dance floor with the scientist he had asked her to talk about herself. Asking what makes her Azazel. It was a strange question, so she took time before deciding what to tell him and what to keep quiet about. “First off since I already told you my name before I will say that it is probably obvious that my sister and I are not from around here. We came here to visit Ninjin and Zasham, they helped me locate my sister when we were separated.” Azazel paused for a brief moment. Leaving out the fact that she had to die in order to actually find her sister. “We are here just visiting a few friends before we make our way to earth. There are a few people I need to talk to there. As for anything else about me I don’t think we have known each other long enough for me to reveal anything else.” Azazel said giving the scientist a smile.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Sept 7, 2015 15:19:00 GMT -5
While Maya felt she was being borderline tortured by the sudden move to the dance floor, Raska was giggling on and off as they swung about with the others. Several times the Lystan felt a body as she bumped against another, but she didn’t care. Hitting others and occasionally tripping over a foot was all part of dancing wasn’t it? That’s always how it had been for Raska. It wasn’t that she was an expert, but in her day she had attended more than a few parties and balls, most of them not even having her name on the guest list. Cleverer than she appeared and often overly friendly, the girl had often been able to get into places she wasn’t suppose to go. Maybe it was just hard for the guards or bounces to resist that oh so innocent smile, if they only knew the truth.
Having put a small amount of distance between the two, she watches Maya to see what move she might try, but the girl barely did anything. Perhaps she still needed more guidance. For the leader of their duo she sure didn’t seem to have all the answers like she should. Stepping forward to grab Maya’s right hand with her left, she tugs her forward, her left are wrapping around her partners waist. Hand pressed to the small of Maya’s back, Raska holds her close, right arm extended. ”Maya wanted to know what Ninjin Hattori and his lovely bride were doing? It was obvious, but so is dancing so Raska can explain as she teaches! They are getting married, bound to one another or promising themselves. All are on in the same. As for the final part, that is a kiss silly. Yeah know, like a high five, but with your lips.”
Face close to that of the other alien’s she still had a smile on her face, words not seeming to destroy the expression. Holding Maya close the Lystan lead them in the next part of her dance. The music playing wasn’t really leading them into any specific movements so Raska was doing as she pleased. Turning and pivoting the two move as one, Raska ignoring the times that Maya steps on her toes. Instead of saying ouch or pulling back she just kept up the moments, her surprising strength allowing her to just keep them moving.
”Has Maya not seen any of these things before? Akassa says Maya is smart.”It might be hard to tell if that was supposed to be insulting or if Raska was just being blunt. From what she had seen the alien girl did know much, but how smart could she be if she didn’t understand these simple things? Shaking her head in perceived disappointment, her face is close enough that blue strands of hair brush along Maya’s face. Then without warning, Raska turns and dips the other girl, leaning over her as she does, huge grin on her face as she holds the pose before snapping them back to an upright position.
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Post by Emperor Ninjin Hattori on Sept 13, 2015 17:13:06 GMT -5
There had perhaps never been a better day before in the Emperor’s life. Aella stood across from her, dressed in splendor and looking radiant. His friends surrounded him and it felt as if the pains and struggles of the universe were, at least for the moment, very far away. The ceremony concluded with their vows and almost instantly the celebration and parting began. Ninjin turned and winked at Truffle and then to Zasham. It was good to have his two closest friends by his side in his most happy of moments. His majin brother surprised him then, picking him up with his bride and twirling them both around. There was the obvious presence of emotion in his voice. It too seemed as if the giant dinosaur was overcome with emotion as well.
When they were set down Aella wrapped her arm around Ninjin’s and the two stood together watching the festivities begin. Dancing had begun in droves, and servants were passing out libations and small fancy bits of food. Ninjin was surprised to see Azazel dancing and pointed her out to his new bride, who responded with a shrug and a smile. Della stood conversing still with the vaguely familiar android. Dozens others danced about and the Emperor could feel the palpable joy radiating from the crowd. No doubt it had been a long time since Omega had seen such an event.
The Emperor and the Empress walked down from the altar and stood in the center of the crowd, taking their first dance together. The music sprang up anew and they spun in happy circles.
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Post by Delashano on Sept 15, 2015 1:07:29 GMT -5
Della was quite enjoying the transition from the formal ceremony into the more easy going and light party, while she had no specific interests in dancing she quite enjoyed watching all the others who were willing to take center stage the brave few willing to have a bit of fun even it it meant looking a bit foolish with mediocre dance skill, even more enjoyable was watching those who were actually quite capable of skilled dance.
Watching from the sidelines with Zero Della finally noticed the woman accompanying her android student, yet another artificial being, this woman appeared far less advanced compared to the androids that Della was used to dealing with, Zero while a bit blunt and occasionally robotic in his mannerisms was still quite 'alive' and No was almost entirely indistinguishable from actual 'life' this woman however this woman was a bit less emotive than either, Della found herself mildly curious where Zero or perhaps more likely Ivan, had picked up this new being, it felt unlikely she was a design of Ivan's, Zero was his masterpiece and it was unlikely he would roll back to something less advanced when he could be putting that time and those resources into Zero himself.
Raising an eyebrow as Zero spoke up bringing her attention away from her thoughts and from watching Azael's dance with Ivan and onto Zero himself, Zero's question was interrupted by his companion as she implied that Zero was about to ask Della for a dance and that doing so would have no impact on his power, before Zero finished stating that he was interested in learning magic.
“Hm.. I am not actually sure if you have the ability to learn magic though in theory there really should not be anything stopping you, magic is easier if you are innately capable of using it but it is also just as possible to learn it through extensive study, quite a bit of information on learned magic is sadly gone from the world since my time but I suppose it could not hurt to at the very least try. I believe Ivan indicated that you two would be making a trip to Earth as well right? I have... business to attend to there but we can at the very least make some time for a bit of training upon arrival, unless you would like to join me on my ship as well” Della suggested, she had quite a lot on her mind about Earth, it was the best place for her to get the answers she wanted, the most important being the status of the people, and of Saito.
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Post by Man on Sept 17, 2015 20:37:24 GMT -5
The scientist nodded, "That seems fair, I will not pry any further." The red-skinned man beamed another smile as he released the woman's waist and took a step back. Azazel would likely mirror his movement, the only hands touching were now his left and her right. Ivan raised his left hand up over his head, guiding the woman into a short but fast spin. At the end of the turn, they would fall back in place, except his right hand was not holding her left hand instead of her waist. With both hands locked together, he would attempt to continue leading her from left to right while making rhythmic swerving motions with their joint hands. In the process, he had been thinking about the different things Azazel had revealed to him. The fact that she had been separated from her sister, that she wasn't from Alpha Prime, she was only visiting, her business on planet Earth. There were so many questions he could have asked, yet he did not feel like they were appropriate for having just met her. Perhaps if he spoke about himself, she would be more inclined to speak?
"Interesting, I admire those who travel. Personally, The Omega Collective is the only place I've ever known. I've thought of exploring different worlds, but I guess part of me is just afraid that I'll never return home if I do. Alpha Prime may be full of delinquents, but I have my life's work here. Nothing else awaits beyond." He said leisurely. Glancing towards Emperor Ninjin Hattori, he spotted a girl standing next to a large blue fuzzy creature. She was looking at them and Azazel had been standing next to her before approaching them. Ivan deduced that she must have been the woman's sister. The resemblance was there. "Would that be your sister next to the Emperor? She's quite a looker, if you don't mind me saying, you're a lot alike." The scientist winked.
Model Zero frowned initially as he heard Delashano's response. The idea that he was not capable of doing something was troublesome and unacceptable. It seemed the android was developing some king of ego -assuming that was possible. They had initially thought it impossible for an android to harness the energy around him without using the aid of the equipment Ivan engineered for him. Yet, after Delashano's prodigious guidance, he was able to master the art of ki and learn a few powerful techniques which would have taking years of dedicated development for the scientist to cook up in the laboratory.
The android shook his head. "That is correct, I will be departing to Earth; however, not just yet. I've matters to attend to on behalf of my master. I will meet with you on Earth. Miss Della, I will do whatever is necessary to learn this magic." Zero looked at her in the eyes. It was unknown whether that was the gaze of determination or just that same stern look he always carried.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 1, 2015 21:28:24 GMT -5
Zasham slowly made his way through the crowd, his dancing elastic in its fluidity. His brother’s union had made him feel a moment of true joy; something he had a little experience of in his dark, and relatively shot, life. Tycho, Masamune and Watson were strong right now, silencing Erlik and the brothers Zex, if only for a short time. Perhaps it is the music he thought cheerfully, though he knew something so trivial would never bring him complete control of his vast mental faculties. He was a slave to this fractured mind. Yet the music was loud and he was cheerful, high off the love and happiness of Ninjin and Aela.
As he slinked on he bumped into Azazel, butt too butt, smiling as turned to feign guilt, “Sorry, Zaze! My don’t you look lovely today!” Then looking to the doctor aside her Zasham blinked wildly, remember the face; and also feeling a great shame for Azazel’s tastes. Then he jigged to the escape the horrible scene to pop up beside the android named Man and Gamma City’s Ambassador. Not stopping his cartoony, yet somehow strangely appealing dancing, he spoke to both. “Man, good to see you again! And Headmistress, vibrant as ever!” His hands spun at his sides in inhuman ways as he stepped from side to side. “Make you sure you see Belegost before you leave, Man. The scars have begun to recede and, with great help from our dear Ambassador here, Zex’s slums have been reborn a City!”
A moment later he was gone with a “Please, excuse me!” continuing his theme of yelling over the crowd. Spinning backward he stopped beside his, Watson’s, recovering mother and young sister; he had seen over the android’s shoulder as his sister leapt around exuberantly, anything to keep her mother happy. Taking Watson’s mother’s hand he took several steps with her, leading her around gently as they smiled and laughed together. Then it was Will’s little sister, whose hand he held up as he spun her ‘with magic.’ Manipulating her gravity made her spin like a top as she giggled away, her always having been enamored that her big brother knew ‘magic.’ Once they had laughed themselves both to tears Zasham bowed and backed away, promising to return.
As he continued his jig across the seemingly vast dance floor he noted a few people. There was another android, though seemingly different from Man in some presently unknown way. Accompanying her was a black alien of whose race he was not at all familiar with. Two unknowns; his hunger ate away at him! His intense curiosity had proven a curse, and it nagged away in the corner of his mind, slowly attempting to ruin his good time. Then a third appeared before him as he strolled on by, mid dance; the creature he had sensed earlier. Stopping and turning to face him the Lord of Alpha Prime would look the bluish creature up and down. “Aye! Biological android! What’s your story!?” he said to him as he drew in upon the creature as it leaned against a pillar, his voice quickly lost to the ambient sounds of jubilance. Three unknowns was three too many and the apparent human snapped. Zasham had spotted the being earlier during the ceremony as his three dimensional scan went through everyone in the crowd. It was easy to spot one when you understood them, their mix and match of racial undertone in their ki signature was apparent. After all, he had assimilated Iishavoh, another bio-android, which fueled the progression of his technarcana; and of course his memories and knowledge. From what he remembered, they don’t taste good.
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