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OldSoul2077: OMFG anyone see that attack AK did right at the end?
Dovebrgr3: That had me thinking: Red hot ROD
22_Online_GentlePerson_: @Dovebrgr3 Eww, don't talk about your junk.
Dovebrgr3: You're supposed to say "FROM GOD". Besides, maybe I was talking about her junk.
22_Online_GentlePerson_: @Dovebrgr3 That's even more lowbrow. Where are you from, the 2nd millennium?
Dovebrgr3: @22_Online_GentlePerson_ Welcome to the fluxing Netsphere.
HsTrY_Kueen11: Did they even have Netsphere back then?
22_Online_GentlePerson_: Worse, they had something called an Internet. You can download the whole thing with a zettabyte hard drive, and run some pretty fun sims if you have a computer with a petaflop of processing.
Dovebrgr3: Less than a zettabyte? I've been in porn sims with more memory.
OldSoul2077: COULD WE FOCUS BACK ON THE MAN VS MECH BATTLE?!
*
Days after the mech incident, and after a thorough upgrade to the security, Arin's teammate arrived.
"Are you fucking with me?" Arin asked as soon as she saw the being she was expected to fight side-by-side with.
"Apparently she's the fastest Paragon in the history of Cinbar. But she hasn't won a single match." Cherry said, reading off her HUD, no doubt.
"Fast? It's a rock!" Arin tapped her knuckles on what, to all appearances, was a roughly cylindrical boulder. It lay on a floating palette mover, with an attending alien who was standing with their tentacles bunched as they waited through some conversation with their liaison, occasionally blinking one of their four eyes. The rock didn't register to her senses as psionic or magnetic, and it certainly didn't move even after Arin's comments. "What did they do, roll it down a hill?"
"That is a traditional form of competition amongst the Cinbar Strata worlds, yes," Cherry said. "She's probably just tired after the trip..."
"She?"
"You don't watch a lot of lithoid media, do you?"
"I don't watch any lithoid media at all. I'm carbon-based and I don't have 48-hours for a typical episode, so we don't have anything in common."
"Well, most lithoid species tend to refer to themselves as female, since they largely reproduce by budding in the right conditions."
"Sounds like bio-essentialism but for rocks," Arin pouted.
"It's just a tendency. I'm sure once she wakes up, ah..." She puzzled over her HUD for a moment, "Paragon "Swift" Slzsh can clarify some things for you."
Swift my ass... Arin sighed. "I'm not sensing any life from this thing. Are you sure this isn't another prank like the ambassador incident?"
"The Polity will forever miss Ambassador Boal-Drrr... She was such a good listener..."
It sounded like a quote; a sarcastic one at that.
"Whatever, I'm going for lunch. Call me if the fast boulder wakes up and wants to spar."
Arin's habit of late was to take lunch at a different restaurant each time, and the seriousness of having had two attempts on her life meant that the whole resort section was so full of agents she could afford to walk with just two since every other person in her section was probably from the PSB.
She varied her eating places partly out of security, but also to see if she could run into Autumn Summers again. After all the stress of the last few days, she wanted some relief, and Autumn had proven quite enthusiastic in bed...
"Absolutely not! You'll spoil your endocrines for the match!"
The memory of Cherry's reaction to her stating she'd like to get laid here was stuck in Arin's mind.
Cherry subscribed to the belief that athletes shouldn't have sex within a week of an important competition... A pseudo-scientific superstition that Arin thought could go fuck itself. Arin went into heat if she didn't get some relief, and it was getting to about that point...
She arrived at the pavilion restaurant to find Tom sitting and reading a book over several plates worth of steak dinners. There was T-bone steak, ribeye, sphere-sear steak, chicken-fried steak, and steak kebabs... and a lot of broccoli.
He was so engrossed in his book that he didn't notice Arin until she sat down across from him with a bucket of oysters and a bottle of semi-alcoholic nano synth wine. Semi-alcoholic in that all the alcohol was pre-bonded to nanites that would keep said alcohol from getting her drunk. It wasn't fun, but it was what she could get, and she would at least feel a little buzz... with an ethanol spiker she'd paid a bellgirl to smuggle to her. She had only 5 of the precious plastic vials after spiking her glass.
"Hey Tommy Guns," Arin called out when Tom continued to read, somehow cutting his steak with only his fork and bringing the bits up to his mouth without letting down his book. An actual, paper book with a cover and everything. The cover depicted a hot angel boy with horns, tattoos, and a confident smirk... Did angels have horns? Arin needed to refresh her memory of Christian mythology.
"Oh, Paragon, I didn't see you there."
"Good book?" she chuckled.
"It's the one I told you about. See, the main character, Kir..."
Arin began to quickly shuck oysters with her claws, letting the odd pearl drop onto her plate as she listened to Tom describe the book. She heard barely any of that though, because oyster after oyster was starting to make her feel hot and bothered.
After half an hour, he'd managed to devour most of his steaks except for the kebabs, all while talking about how the book he was reading was ahead of its time as a poly-romance-high fantasy... whatever that was.
So he likes books written over a thousand years ago... Maybe he knows the Kama Sutra... Arin chuckled to herself.
"Hey, Tom..." she interrupted. "Wanna come with me to my room? I'd love to learn more about your... passion."
"Oh, uh... I kindof have the night shift this week..."
Arin stole one of his kebabs and tilted her head back, showing off the fruits of a week obsessed with stage magic... which included sword swallowing.
Tom gulped. "So..."
"Just think of it as protecting me... up close," Arin purred a little. Yeah, she was definitely getting going into heat tonight... "Come on... we never got to wrestle in the arena..."
Tom gulped heavily, which was actually kindof adorable. "I-I'm... uh... pretty big... I wouldn't want to break you or anything..."
"Oh trust me, you can't," Arin purred louder. "Aren't you just a bit curious?" She was leaning over the table now, her tail curling behind her as her stare bored into him with come-hither eyes.
"L-let me just," he gulped, "Get the rest to go..."
In response, Arin sword-swallowed his second kebab. This time she saved the last bite to actually taste some of it. "Not much left," she said between chews.
"Ohhhmygod..." He was beet red and absolutely flustered.
Needless to say, he skipped the to-go box...
*
As soon as the door to her suite closed behind them, Arin clicked the lock shut. "So, Lieutenant, do you like to give orders or take them?"
"W-well, technically as Paragon you are given the pay and benefits of an O-8A Colonel, comrade... so you outrank me..."
"Mmm... Okay. I'll play along..." Arin would have to look into those "benefits" later. But for now, it was clear she was in charge. "Let's start with a bath. It's been lonely in the hot tub all by myself..."
She stepped in planting her hand on Tom's abs and feeling them through his shirt, before uttering a line out of half the mil-porn she'd watched upon reaching the age of majority.
"You're overdressed, Lieutenant..." she purred.