Lucretia Lister
The Ambiguous Identity
It had been a long time since the one otherwise known as Syd Celsius felt anything resembling joy. Her old life ashes. By her own hands.
The kiss reminded her of a more...simpler time. When she had an apprentice.
The kiss
Zad Ruzed
has given her helped her forget it...slightly... for a few moments anyway. The pain of watching who she cared for turn completely evil. The loss of her own identity to the point the current her was but a patchwork of other, slightly more fethed up personas huddled around a fat chunk of the original personality. Even her current face that Zad had kissed had come from the creature she merged with to survive. Even her current red hair was more crimson than her original fiery orange red locks.
Still, that kiss made her feel alive. The caress on her cheek made her feel desired for the first time in years.
As they kissed she telekinetically triggered the turrets outside and blasted those clone House Io troopers outside, as the kiss ended, feeling she turned to the door to the bridge, and hit the switch nearby to open it.
Surt'r's fighting style was vastly different from Lucretia. 'Lucre' was more of a kickboxer. Surt'r was more technical, employing joint locks, throws, and more knee and elbow based attacks on the fighters in question. She also seemed to be a half second slower than Lucretia, but her blows landed with far more devastating impact on the green skinned female warriors, sending them flying into walls and leaving impact craters. Her moves didn't even look all that flashy compared to Lucretia's athletic style. They were deceptively short range looking yet had a viciously efficient economy of movement.
As she weaved through her opponents, she kept controlling the turrets to blast problems such as those with repeaters aiming at Zad while he took care of his own share of foes in the hallway fight scene. Surt'r, still in Lucretia's silver catsuit, somehow still perfectly clinging like it was painted on gleamed in the chaos as her suit eerily reflected the bolts flying. It was unclear how the suit could still be skintight...Surt'r had a very different physical build in comparison to Lucretia. Surt'r was petite but curvy. Lucretia was curvy but with far more noticeable muscle, slightly thicker build, and taller to boot.
When there were no more organic opponents to face on her end, Surt'r whipped out Lucretia's weapons and started blasting the turrets.
"Okay, hot stuff, one hallway down, and one final teeny tiny trip to engineering to sabotage their efforts...and we can seize this ship AND drive them off! I got a plan! Learned this trick a long time ago. Engineers hate me!" she joked.
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As they moved along, clearly in danger, Surt'r chatted casually as she disabled a elevator lockdown.
"Being Lucretia..." she mentioned. "It's like being underwater... except you can't drown...and you see out of her eyes like two tiny windows in a dark cave while being almost lethargic...I see and hear and feel everything, but its like its coming from very far away...and my thoughts, how I process things, morphs into how she would do both about halfway through their creation."
The Turbolift slid open and Surt'r stepped in, waiting for Zad to get in. Once he did, she pressed the button to engineering and the doors closed.
As they road down, Surt'r realized now was a golden opportunity to recharge herself. (Besides, it WAS technically Lucretia and Zad's date) She held out a hand and electricity from the control panel flowed up her arm and vanished, her entire body rippling like water as it absorbed more and more.
"One thing I'm sure you've caught onto though..." Surt'r said as her body rapidly warped and rearranged itself into Lucretia's body, along with her finely honed mind.
"...is that I enjoy being stared at..." Lucretia said in an openly lustful manner as she kissed Zad deeply.
"So stare away, my good Ranger..." Lucretia said quickly before kissing him again.
"Get yourself an eyeful..."
The kiss reminded her of a more...simpler time. When she had an apprentice.
The kiss
Zad Ruzed
has given her helped her forget it...slightly... for a few moments anyway. The pain of watching who she cared for turn completely evil. The loss of her own identity to the point the current her was but a patchwork of other, slightly more fethed up personas huddled around a fat chunk of the original personality. Even her current face that Zad had kissed had come from the creature she merged with to survive. Even her current red hair was more crimson than her original fiery orange red locks.Still, that kiss made her feel alive. The caress on her cheek made her feel desired for the first time in years.
As they kissed she telekinetically triggered the turrets outside and blasted those clone House Io troopers outside, as the kiss ended, feeling she turned to the door to the bridge, and hit the switch nearby to open it.
Surt'r's fighting style was vastly different from Lucretia. 'Lucre' was more of a kickboxer. Surt'r was more technical, employing joint locks, throws, and more knee and elbow based attacks on the fighters in question. She also seemed to be a half second slower than Lucretia, but her blows landed with far more devastating impact on the green skinned female warriors, sending them flying into walls and leaving impact craters. Her moves didn't even look all that flashy compared to Lucretia's athletic style. They were deceptively short range looking yet had a viciously efficient economy of movement.
As she weaved through her opponents, she kept controlling the turrets to blast problems such as those with repeaters aiming at Zad while he took care of his own share of foes in the hallway fight scene. Surt'r, still in Lucretia's silver catsuit, somehow still perfectly clinging like it was painted on gleamed in the chaos as her suit eerily reflected the bolts flying. It was unclear how the suit could still be skintight...Surt'r had a very different physical build in comparison to Lucretia. Surt'r was petite but curvy. Lucretia was curvy but with far more noticeable muscle, slightly thicker build, and taller to boot.
When there were no more organic opponents to face on her end, Surt'r whipped out Lucretia's weapons and started blasting the turrets.
"Okay, hot stuff, one hallway down, and one final teeny tiny trip to engineering to sabotage their efforts...and we can seize this ship AND drive them off! I got a plan! Learned this trick a long time ago. Engineers hate me!" she joked.
(CLICK ON THE NON EXISTENT LINK FOR ABSURD BOOKS ON HOW TO GET RICH QUICK THAT SUPPOSEDLY GET MAJOR ECONOMISTS TO HATE YOU)
As they moved along, clearly in danger, Surt'r chatted casually as she disabled a elevator lockdown.
"Being Lucretia..." she mentioned. "It's like being underwater... except you can't drown...and you see out of her eyes like two tiny windows in a dark cave while being almost lethargic...I see and hear and feel everything, but its like its coming from very far away...and my thoughts, how I process things, morphs into how she would do both about halfway through their creation."
The Turbolift slid open and Surt'r stepped in, waiting for Zad to get in. Once he did, she pressed the button to engineering and the doors closed.
As they road down, Surt'r realized now was a golden opportunity to recharge herself. (Besides, it WAS technically Lucretia and Zad's date) She held out a hand and electricity from the control panel flowed up her arm and vanished, her entire body rippling like water as it absorbed more and more.
"One thing I'm sure you've caught onto though..." Surt'r said as her body rapidly warped and rearranged itself into Lucretia's body, along with her finely honed mind.
"...is that I enjoy being stared at..." Lucretia said in an openly lustful manner as she kissed Zad deeply.
"So stare away, my good Ranger..." Lucretia said quickly before kissing him again.
"Get yourself an eyeful..."
