Acquiring Hardware [ArchAngel]

[Lief]

Her words were an understatement. Their mutual hatred of the pitiful space wizards seemed to run deep, and it was a trait he found ever so alluring. Shor bit his lip, gaze set down to hers, and when she leaned in and set her lips to his in a light manner he could not help but smile.

One arm looped around her waist, hand settling to the small of her back. It did not roam any lower, he did not want to rush. She intrigued him too much for that.

He did, however, intensify the kiss. The hand which ran along her jawline settled upon her cheek, holding her in place. He stepped forward, bringing her back against the table, before halting.

His gaze explored her own, looking for any sign of displeasure or uncertainty. He was not that kind of man.

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Shor Laurent"]


The irony was that Callisto's resentment of Force-users was not entirely deception. The human her had come to hate Forcers during the dark years spent on Contruum, a planet that had so often been used and abused by the great powers as their personal playground.


A good deal of her old personality had carried over upon her transformation. Processing did not wholly erase who you used to be. Rather it shaped and moulded you into a form pleasing to the machine cult.


She felt Shor's arm wrap around her and, as he deepened the kiss, she was brought up against the table. Her allowing this to happen was deceptive, for ironically she was a good deal stronger than a human.


One might also note that she was heavier than her slender body would suggest, but she hid this well. Her shapely toosh was planted upon the table. Pulling Shor closer against her, she intensified the kiss. To all outward appearances it would seem she was growing a good deal more heated and passionate, as she allowed herself to enjoy his lips. Oh, and yes, there was the mechanical tongue. Better than the real thing.

 

[Lief]

Shor did not notice her weight, he did not care, the woman had drawn him in whether it had been intentional or not, and now his head took a backseat. Which wasn't a good thing for a man such as he, who had to be ever vigilant and on guard. Forcies were everywhere, afterall.

He could not deny that the way she pulled at him, and deepened the kiss, was even more sensual. He was always the one in control, of himself, of the fates of others, a confident woman spoke to him in the way no other could.

And then came that mechanical goodness; he couldn't tell the difference, not on an anatomical level, but he was more than pleasantly surprised. His hand slid up her waist, fingers grazing against her ribs, all caution was thrown to the wind.

Bzzzzzzz

Shor ignored the incoming message on his commlink. He tried to pretend that he hadn't even heard it, in fact. But then the noise became loud, insistent, and with a grunt of frustration the man pulled back. One hand caught her waist, holding her in place, his body still pressed to hers. The other opened up the call.

The voice on the other end of the comm sounded mad. Shor looked to Callisto and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Still whoever it was continued insistently. With a barely concealed groan he pulled back from the woman, before closing off the call and stuffing the comm away in his pocket.

"Sorry" he said, his expression truly torn and frustrated, "I'll have to take a raincheck. Perhaps I'll take you for lunch some time, I know some nice joints." Leaning back toward her he gave her one last lingering kiss.

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Shor Laurent"]


Verily, the mechanical tongue was impressive. Especially if it was directed by the precision of a small super computer with plenty of data about kissing techniques. Apparently Archangel had seen fit to include succubus programming. This was useful if you were...infiltrating.


Caution was seemingly thrown to the wind as Callisto kissed him heatedly. To all intents and purposes, it would look like she'd been overcome by passion. As he was pulled against her body, he would find that her chest was, how shall we put it, quite generous.


However, before this could possibly turn into a fade to black scene, the comm beeped. Bzzzzzzz It was loud, unyielding and refused to be silenced. So Shor pulled away and took the call. While he spoke to the apparently rather pissed voice, Callisto put her red hair in order. Her cheeks seemed a bit flushed.


Bit of a mood killer! "Oh, it's fine. I'm sure it was important," she responded, leaning into the last lingering kiss. "Lunch would be nice. Call me in advance. I give you my number, you give me yours?" Efficient as ever, she fished out a card with her number on it.

 

[Lief]

He felt bad, genuinely he did, in his eyes this was a woman who had enjoyed the brief moment they'd spent and was now left in the lurch. He never made a habit of such, he always left with them having had more than a pleasant time.

Alas, some things could not be avoided.

Dxun waited, he had a call about a hunt though he wouldn't find out more details until he was back aboard his ship.

Callisto, it seemed, was very efficient. She had a business card to hand almost instantly, which made his frown turn into a grin. What he wouldn't give to have a woman like her to call his. Alas, his life did not permit such distractions.

Lunch? Lunch he could do.

He exchanged numbers with her, before making his way from the building. The rucksack was of course flung back over his shoulder.

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Shor Laurent"]


Callisto's eyes followed Shor when he departed from her office room, rucksack flung over his shoulder. His order of bolters and ammunition had been prepared for him immediately after he paid, so before exiting he would presumably be guided to the storeroom where he could pick them up.


For her part, Callisto went back to her desk and sat down. Her mechanical mind created what amounted to a memo, which would be transmitted to the Metal Princess who held sway over Archangel.


'Laurent, Shor. Human male. 18 years.


Characterised by strong hatred of Force-users. Preliminary hypothesis is due to personal trauma. No known political or religious affiliation. Loner type, isolated by his zealous pursuit of his beliefs. Secondary hypothesis is that purchase of bolters was motivated by desire to fight Forcers.


Displayed signs of physical and emotional attraction to this Unit. Potential candidate for the Upgrade. Anti-Forcer radicalism and his interest in this Unit can be exploited." One quick look at his card, and she'd memorised his number. Then she drew up a progress report on the Force Clones Programme. It was making significant progress. Soon the third Force Clone would be ready...

 

[Lief]

Completely unaware of the woman's deception, or the memo she had written, Shor picked up what he had paid for on the way out. He had made quite a big mistake, falling for the redhead. But she had been so intoxicatingly perfect and truly she couldn't have read him so well off the bat to figure out his weaknesses. Not all of it could've been an act.

Could it?

Shor had never dealt with a HRD before, but he had experience with many a woman. None had enticed him in such a fashion. As a result he opted to keep her card. Maybe, once all was said and done, he really would call her up about a date--- erm, about lunch. Caf'... Whatever.

Psht, who dated these days?

et fin

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]