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26 Year-Old Emperor Setton Vonnix rolled over in his bed and swung his arm around…. Nothing. No girl. Nothing. “I need a woman,” He thought. “Perhaps Ill talk to Narthaus about it.”

The Next Day
Narthaus was practicing in his training area in the palace, when young Setton walking from a nearby doorway. Narthaus didn’t look back but continued with his forms as if not noticing Setton.
“Narthaus, tell me about women in your experience.” He said in knowledge that Narthaus knew he was there. Narthaus threw his light saber into a wall and came marching up to Setton with a look of anger on his face. He picked Setton up by the collar, and begin to speak, “Women… They’re all sharks! They rob you of your time, your energy, your money and everything else under the sun! STAY AWAY FROM THEM!” He then put Setton down, and went back to training. Setton walked off a little shaken and in wonderment of what could of done that to Narthaus. A man who could take anything on the battlefield, was brought to his knees by a women. A ‘shark.’ “Sounds like fun.” thought Setton.


Setton then proceeded into the Council Chamber were some silly deliberation was taking place. Whatever it was stopped as the council looked down at the young Emperor. “Yes sire?” Someone said from the men that sat in a semi-circle around him. “Ah, Yes.” Setton replied, “I have decided to find a queen. And I would like the councils permission to send out a call for one.” One of the councilmen replied, “Yes! Good idea! An heir would be nice!” Another councilmen stood up and offered a suggestion, “Sire, you should marry one of our allies queens, it would increase the relationship between us and our allies and possibly we could make some new ones, all depending on who you marry.” Setton Chuckled at that idea, he wasn’t one to marry just for political purposes, but he could see the reasoning behind the idea. “Well gentlemen, I thank you for your suggestions, I will now go and prepare a universal Comlink announcing what will take place, and who I am.”

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A com echoed out into the Universe, to every corner, to every place.

Princesses and women of the Galaxy! The Emperor of Klington, Setton Vonnix is looking for a Queen to accompany him in the ruling of the truly grand country of Klington. There will be 12 days of getting to know the Emperor, and at the end, the Emperor will choose who to Marry, or at least who to date, depending on his decision. So come one and all to Klington!
Name: Setton Vonnix
Age: 26
Ocupation: Emperor of Klington
Picture: http://digilander.libero.it/gornova/anime-manga/evangelion/sinji1.jpg
Favorite Part of the Female body: Eyes.

OOC: This is a FT RP.
I would also like to mention, some of you may have seen this RP before, and yes there was an RP just like this, but unfortunatly, I stoped RPing for a little bit before this RP was finished. Now Im restarting it and this time It will be finished. Also, if your going to particpate, Im pretty busy person and normally I will check this everyday of the week but sometimes I just don't get around to it. Ok thanks, and lets RP.

Lady Jessica, Baroness Sara and Marchioness Jennifer were watching the news in Sara's living room,

"In other news, the Emperor of Klington, Setton Vonnix is searching for a bride, or at least a date. The Klington Emperor is eighteen. This is his picture," The picture is shown. "And now on to spo." The sound cut off as Sara hit the mute button.

"He's odd." Jessica said
"That's for sure, how many men would publicise that they needed a date." Sara replied with a chuckle.
"I don't know he is kinda cute." Jennifer commented
"There's no accounting for taste." Jessica replied
"He's cute, in an odd way." Sara pointed out
"I think I'll contact him." Jennifer mused

Jennifer headed to her computer and arranged travel plans.
A few hours later she boarded her personal ship and headed toward the source of the transmission.

"This is Marchioness Jennifer, I have come to see Emperor Vonnix about his invitation." Was the message sent to any ships that would challenge her.

[tag for incoming post]

Lady Jessica, Baroness Sara and Marchioness Jennifer were watching the news in Sara's living room,

"In other news, the Emperor of Klington, Setton Vonnix is searching for a bride, or at least a date. The Klington Emperor is eighteen. This is his picture," The picture is shown. "And now on to spo." The sound cut off as Sara hit the mute button.

"He's odd." Jessica said
"That's for sure, how many men would publicise that they needed a date." Sara replied with a chuckle.
"I don't know he is kinda cute." Sara Jennifer commented
"There's no accounting for taste." Jessica replied
"He's cute, in an odd way." Sara pointed out
"I think I'll contact him." Jennifer mused

Jennifer headed to her computer and arranged travel plans.
A few hours later she boarded her personal ship and headed toward the source of the transmission.

"This is Marchioness Jennifer, I have come to see Emperor Vonnix about his invitation." Was the message sent to any ships that would challenge her.

OOC: LOL, well I guess I can't blame you for using the same stuff you did with our old RP. I think I'll do somethin different though.

IC:
A comlink was immediatly sent back to the Marchioness. "Hello ma'am. One moment please while I find you a Palace Landing area..."
The man on the screen hit a few buttons on his computer, and within a few seconds a few numbers appeared on the screen along with some directions.
"Alright Ma'am, the palace is ready to recieve your ship, please proceed to Co-ords 12873-X9...."

In the mean time an honor guard of Klington's finest troops wanted at the door of the landing strip to escort the lady to her room... where a message from Emperor Vonnix awaited her. On a round table in the center of the room stood a small hologram orb with the message:

Emperor Vonnix appears on the screen. "Hello, I am Emperor Setton Vonnix of Klington. You'll have to excuse that I cannot meet you in person at the moment, we are expecting alot of guests and for me to meet each and everyone of you individualy would be impossible, but I guarantee you that tommorrow, I will meet you and the other women who are competing for me, in person. Until that time, feel free to ask one of the Guards to escort you around the palace if you feel like exploring or simply relax in your rooms. If you need anything, feel free to use the comlink on your desk to talk to my servants. My house is your house. Thank you.
And with that, the holoscreen blipped out...

OOC: Pictures of the girls would be appreciated and would probably boost your chances of winning.

The Office of the President recieved the message and pondered for a few moments on what exactly to do with it.

Alexandia Cutter might be lovely, eloquent, and very nice, but Cutter's military roots still held strong and she was still known to knock people out.

The office even took bets on her reaction. All was a nice jovial sence when Alexandia walked in and the room became very very quiet.

"What?"

The office staff looked around nervously before handing the message to her.

Princesses and women of the Galaxy! The Emperor of Klington, Setton Vonnix is looking for a Queen to accompany him in the ruling of the truly grand country of Klington. There will be 12 days of getting to know the Emperor, and at the end, the Emperor will choose who to Marry, or at least who to date, depending on his decision. So come one and all to Klington!
Name: Setton Vonnix
Age: 26
Ocupation: Emperor of Klington
Picture: http://digilander.libero.it/gornova/...ion/sinji1.jpg
Favorite Part of the Female body: Eyes.
Alexandia was silent for a moment....then a chuckle.

The staff brighted, hopefull...

Alexandia started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

"How lame is this guy? What does he think a intergalatic booty call is going to get him? Thanks guys I needed a good laugh."

OOC: Pictures of the guy would also be needed before Alexandia can properly laugh at you, then make fun of you, then laugh some more. No offence, that's just the kind of lady she is.
OOC: Itza in the first post... ;)
Here it is again though.
http://digilander.libero.it/gornova/anime-manga/evangelion/sinji1.jpg

The Office of the President recieved the message and pondered for a few moments on what exactly to do with it.

Alexandia Cutter might be lovely, eloquent, and very nice, but Cutter's military roots still held strong and she was still known to knock people out.

The office even took bets on her reaction. All was a nice jovial sence when Alexandia walked in and the room became very very quiet.

"What?"

The office staff looked around nervously before handing the message to her.


Alexandia was silent for a moment....then a chuckle.

The staff brighted, hopefull...

Alexandia started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

"How lame is this guy? What does he think a intergalatic booty call is going to get him? Thanks guys I needed a good laugh."


OOC: lol. Is she going to come or was that just a response post?

OOC: lol. Is she going to come or was that just a response post?

She's not coming. She thinks your lame. Sorry.

Jennifer acknowladged the message and brought the craft down to the landing strip. As she listened to the message, she frowned slightly, but understood the necessity of the fact.

Turning to a guard, she asked, "Would you ensure my bags are transfered to my room and give me a tour of the palace please?"

ooc: Ya, I'm a bit lazy/sick.
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Jennifer acknowladged the message and brought the craft down to the landing strip. As she listened to the message, she frowned slightly, but understood the necessity of the fact.

Turning to a guard, she asked, "Would you ensure my bags are transfered to my room and give me a tour of the palace please?"

ooc: Ya, I'm a bit lazy/sick.
image http://www.hair-styles.org/imageBRH.JPG

"Yes Ma'am." The guard said as he lead the lady and her luggage down the hall to her room.

"Thank you." She replied as she followed the helpful fellow to her chambers.

Considering the proximity between the two dominions, it would come as some surprise that it actually took a rather healthy amount of time for the information to actually reach Godulan High Command.

And while the Primarch did not overly concern himself with the courtly matters of adolescent royalty, for some reason, Baron Skye found himself giving this particular call more than a standard token glance.

One could not accuse Skye of forgetting his conversations during social functions.

Who was it again? Vice President of GR&M Manufacturing? Name name name name name... AH! In an empire dominated with Latin-inspired or futuristic sounding names, an appelation like Javier would be hard to forget indeed.

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"Javier Sapphiro, is it?" (Okay, it was just his first name that was bland)

Javier was a squat man, though Skye could tell from his energy signatures that it was a Cybermod, just like everyone else in the room. Skye never did understand why so many people decided to maintain their original appearance when undergoing the body-transfer process. Although, Javier did use the chance to slim himself down and add some bulk to his arms, which really didn't help much, all told.

"Oh! Um. Baron Skye! Pleasure to meet you! I'm surprised you know my name."

"After the sale to Germanische Zustande, I am surprised you think that people would not."

"Well if you put it that way... it does explain why I get those 'Wow famous person' looks when I'm getting a cappucino."

"Indeed. I note that despite your artificial body, and though you hide it rather well, you seem to have a rather... harassed aura about you."

This is true of course. Baron Skye could sense inner turmoil as easily as Maximillian could sniff out Force Sensitivity and Xenith could zero in on submissive tendencies. A little whistle in the back of Skye's head would fweet happily and the voice of some gremlin would squeak out "CHOW TIME!" For the most part such things were ignored, but only a fool would disregard the circumstances that led to such num-num alerts.

"I wouldn't doubt it sir. Somethings are just too big to hide with a grin and a handshake I guess."

"Do tell."

Javier leaned in close and whispered: "Its my daughter. Two years since she's been out of Horizon's End and she never got hooked up. EVER. I asked her if she was... you know, other side of the field, but she gave me a the same kind of look my wife gives me when I've had too much Crimson Dawn."

"I shall assume that she is rather energetic?"

"She's nuts! She's gone waaaaaay overboard with her own cybermod, and my house is almost constantly being saturated with hard rock! And the language, Sojun would send her to the core just for listening to some of the bile those so-called bands vomit out and sell for millions."

"You will get no challenge on that point from me. Although I will point out that the money they make does go into park beautification projects and law enforcement."

"At the moment, that doesn't help me."

"I am certain that a solution to your quandary will appear in time. All it requires is patience."

"I'm surprised my patience has lasted as long as it has."

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Baron Skye couldn't help but smirk as he read the official dispatch from the Klingtonian government. If finding a problem doesn't work, just wait around a few minutes, one will show up eventually. He turned to a small comms relay on the side of his desk and typed in a directory sequence.

Eventually, his signal went through and he saw the face of Javier Sapphyro once again, looking substantially more haggard than he had last seen the Vice President.

"Baron Skye! Such an unexpected surprise! I'm sorry if I was not able to prepare for your communication."

"Greetings Javier. I shall assume at this point in time, with note of your present condition, that the situation with your daughter had not changed?"

A far off voice in the background piped up. "Hey! Like what are you telling people about me, daddy? Who are you talking too?"

"Uh... nobody! Just an old friend of mine."

Evidently Javier was suddenly afflicted with a herd of cattle stampeding through his family room. Just as suddenly, the comm screen was filled with pink and purple hair and a pair of eyes with pink glowing irises that fell from the top of the screen to inspect Skye.

"I've, like, seen you somewhere... wait... ohmigawd. ohmigawdohmigawdohmigawd!" The vibrant color display vanished, and a neon elephant crashed into Javier's family room. "Mom! Daddy's talking to the primarch! Socoolsocoolsocool!"

A weary voice from further off responded "That's nice dear..."

Javier could only sigh.

"I believe I more fully comprehend the status of your situation."

"I still don't understand how such a dainty little figure like her can make so much noise. Anyway, did you find something to help... remedy the situation?"

"Possibly. It would seem that one of the Klingtonian heirs is looking for a consort. Judging from her attitude, I suspect your daughter would either get along amazingly with him, or cause a war."

"Well, looks won't be a problem, but yes, her attitude might be inflammatory at best... do you actually mean to suggest she'd make a good candidate?"

"A girl making it out of prep school, much less the institute, unattached is phenomenally rare. I am rather willing to bet that your daughter is the only candidate. Period."

"I pity the poor bastard."

The dazzling display of neon colors and polychromatic hair returned from the top of the screen to the accompaniment of what sounded like a very accurate reenactment of Waterloo. "Ohmigawdohmigawdohmigawd!"

"Pack your bags, Nikkolette. You're going on a field trip."

The colors vanished, and several artillery bombardments took place to the beat of repeated ohmigawds.

"I shall send a shuttle to pick her up in the morning. You will be kind enough to inform her more fully of the situation, I hope?"

"Even if it doesn't pan out, a couple weeks or so without her in the house? I'll do anything you damn well say, Baron."

"Indeed."

The connection severed, and Baron Skye sat back in his chair. Things would happen. Things would most DEFINITELY happen.

Skye could only chuckle to himself.

He rattled off a quick communique to the Klingtonian Government:

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Responding To Previous Missive About Heir LF Consort

We are sending a woman whom we believe has potential as a candidate for your Heir's recent call for consorts.

She will arrive tomorrow afternoon. I suggest you wear sunglasses.

~Baron Skye, Primarch, Triad Consortium of Godular

OOC: DMG if your going to play I suggest you hurry up and post cause I'm thinking about proceeding soon.

A Godulan shuttle settled down close to the Klington palace. The bay door opened and a pair of floating suitcases drifted down to the landing pad proper. As they came to rest, Nikkolette walked out behind them. If doing a strange dance routine revolving around a surprisingly enthusiastic bout of air-guitar could be considered walking.

The best way to describe Nikkolette's appearance was with the term Well-Built. Almost perfectly formed, she had an angular quality about most of her features that added an exotic tinge to her otherwise curvaceous figure. At five feet and five inches in height, she had decided not to take the vertical enhancement, as she didn't like the idea of being any higher than she had to be. Her hair was waist length, and was currently set with pink, though near the end of each strand it shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.

Her face was a standard case of 'Da wide eyed sorority girl with da little nose!' syndrome. Full lips, small nose, eyes that presently glowed a magnificent shade of lilac, and otherwise completely unmarked...

Save for the fact that flowers danced on her cheeks and a pair of kittens chased each other around her face amidst the chromatic foliage.

She wore a shirt that really qualified as little more than a sports bra, and tight shorts. Considering her skin, one would have thought they would have been more colorful, but her clothes were plain white. Including her sandals. Her legs displayed a prismatic stripe pattern down the outer sides of her legs, and her arms danced with the colors of multiple floating arrows that pointed down to her hands. Her perfectly shaped stomach was dominated by more flowers and kittens, and her back, in a strange display of calm amidst the epidermal turmoil, bore a simple tribal pattern, though it flexed and twined about itself and shone with deep red pigment, though such was hard to see beneath her hair.

The suitcases drifted about her, and she continued her energetic impression of a guitar player, even though she did not appear to have any earphones on.

Javier poked his head out.

"ByebyehoneyhavefunGOODGODPILOTMOVE!"

The bay door shut and the shuttle rocketed into the sky.

She stopped to watch it go and for anybody nearby who was watching the proper spot, her cleavage suddenly formed, from the normal roses that twined about her shirt, a picture of an extended middle finger.

Turning to the landing pad attendants, stuck her arms out like a zombie and goose-stepped forward.

"TAKE. ME. TO. YOUR. LEADER."

An Honor guard waited for the young Nikkolette at the doorway from the palace landing pad into the palace itself. The guard said with a stern voice to the young woman, "Ma'am if you would please come with me, I'll show you to your room, where you will find a personal message from Emperor Vonnix."

The Guard than lead her to her room, and the message inside...

Emperor Vonnix appears on the screen. "Hello, I am Emperor Setton Vonnix of Klington. You'll have to excuse that I cannot meet you in person at the moment, we are expecting alot of guests and for me to meet each and everyone of you individualy would be impossible, but I guarantee you that tommorrow, I will meet you and the other women who are competing for me, in person. Until that time, feel free to ask one of the Guards to escort you around the palace if you feel like exploring or simply relax in your rooms. If you need anything, feel free to use the comlink on your desk to talk to my servants. My house is your house. Thank you.


And with that, the holoscreen blipped out...

After listening to the holographic message, Nikkolette knew immediately what she wanted to do.

The guards outside might have been startled when she rather abruptly burst from her room and said "I wanna see the swimming pool!"

After Jennifer had put her bags away, she stuck her head out of the door and asked, "Could I get the tour now?"

After listening to the holographic message, Nikkolette knew immediately what she wanted to do.

The guards outside might have been startled when she rather abruptly burst from her room and said "I wanna see the swimming pool!"

"Uh..." Said the Guard, "Right this way ma'am."

After Jennifer had put her bags away, she stuck her head out of the door and asked, "Could I get the tour now?"

"Very well ma'am." The Guard said politely. "We'll check out the pool first..." The guard said as he led her in the direction of the pool...
Little did they know that an encounter would ensue... and a possible cat fight.

"Thank you." She replied as she followed the guard.

"Why not..." Savannah thought to her. "He could hardly be worse than any of the other guys around here..."

She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face and adjusted her 'cowboy' hat so that it was tilted more forwards. "Well, I guess I better get going," she whispered to herself as she was standing at the doorway of her apartment. She took one final look around at the life she might potentially be leaving before clicking off the lights and closing the door...

Twenty minutes later she was aboard a passenger liner bound for Klington, though it had cost her much as she had been forced to quit her job and spent her last few credits on the ticket. She sighed as she gently eased into her seat and prepared for the long flight. Occasionally she would get strange looks from the other passengers; her style of dress was considerably different from the others and she stuck out quite a bit, what with her blonde hair and long legs.

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After a long and tiring flight, the passenger liner touched down at its destination and the passengers began pouring out. Savannah hadn't much to bring with her besides the clothes that she wore, her guns, and her ravishing good looks, and so she was able to squeeze past those who were struggling with their bags.

"So this it huh?" she asked herself as she stared up at the city...

Name: Savannah West
Age: 21
Height: 5'11"
Hair: Long and Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Ocupation: Hired Gun or Guard
Picture: http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b360/DMG2005/Savannah.jpg

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"Why not..." Savannah thought to her. "He could hardly be worse than any of the other guys around here..."

She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face and adjusted her 'cowboy' hat so that it was tilted more forwards. "Well, I guess I better get going," she whispered to herself as she was standing at the doorway of her apartment. She took one final look around at the life she might potentially be leaving before clicking off the lights and closing the door...

Twenty minutes later she was aboard a passenger liner bound for Klington, though it had cost her much as she had been forced to quit her job and spent her last few credits on the ticket. She sighed as she gently eased into her seat and prepared for the long flight. Occasionally she would get strange looks from the other passengers; her style of dress was considerably different from the others and she stuck out quite a bit, what with her blonde hair and long legs.

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After a long and tiring flight, the passenger liner touched down at its destination and the passengers began pouring out. Savannah hadn't much to bring with her besides the clothes that she wore, her guns, and her ravishing good looks, and so she was able to squeeze past those who were struggling with their bags.

"So this it huh?" she asked herself as she stared up at the city...




A hovercraft went to pick the young lady up and brought her to the palace. Upon arriving an Honor Guard greeted the young women and took her to her room.

Upon entering the usual hologram was displayed.

Emperor Vonnix appears on the screen. "Hello, I am Emperor Setton Vonnix of Klington. You'll have to excuse that I cannot meet you in person at the moment, we are expecting alot of guests and for me to meet each and everyone of you individualy would be impossible, but I guarantee you that tommorrow, I will meet you and the other women who are competing for me, in person. Until that time, feel free to ask one of the Guards to escort you around the palace if you feel like exploring or simply relax in your rooms. If you need anything, feel free to use the comlink on your desk to talk to my servants. My house is your house. Thank you.


And then the screen disappeared.

"Oh goodygoody!" Nikkolette said as she... well... the only term to describe her movements at this juncture was the word 'Swarmed'... the guards on the way to the pool. Not because of what she was doing to them, but because absolutely everything within visual range became subject to her rapt yet short attention span.

As they finally arrived at the pool, she was extremely quick in leaving her token clothing behind and performing a cannonball into the pool.

The pool swiftly became a kaleidoscope of color as Nikkolette drifted about at the bottom of the pool, sketching patterns on the surface of the water and the pool's floor.

A hovercraft went to pick the young lady up and brought her to the palace. Upon arriving an Honor Guard greeted the young women and took her to her room.

Upon entering the usual hologram was displayed.

And then the screen disappeared.

"Certainly hospitable," she commented to herself after listening to the hologram. "Though I don't know if I like his selection of words..."

She got acquainted with the room quickly, and became bored in minutes as she had nothing to unpack. She simply opened the door and looked outside. Finding a guard she asked if he would escort her around the palace.

Jennifer arrived at the pool and saw a very odd sight in the pool. "Do you know what's caused that?" She pointed to the pool.

"Certainly hospitable," she commented to herself after listening to the hologram. "Though I don't know if I like his selection of words..."

She got acquainted with the room quickly, and became bored in minutes as she had nothing to unpack. She simply opened the door and looked outside. Finding a guard she asked if he would escort her around the palace.
"Very well ma'am, where would you like to go first?" The Guard asked...

Meanwhile, on the Other side of the Palace in the Pool Room:
Jennifer and her Honor Guard step into the swimming pool room to find one of the girls... skinny dipping. The Honor guard stoped and acted as if there was nothing wrong and said, "The swimming pool, ma'am."

Jennifer arrived at the pool and saw a very odd sight in the pool. "Do you know what's caused that?" She pointed to the pool.

The Guard coughs... "It could possibly be that woman who is skinny dipping in the middle of it, I believe she is Godulan, and the Godulans have many different kinds of body altering androidonics. I believe that may be one of them..."

She gave the guard an odd look, "Am I to guess that she's someone else that replied to the Emperor's message? And what's an androidonic?"

"Very well ma'am, where would you like to go first?" The Guard asked...

Savannah smiled. "Whatever seems interesting," she said not knowing much about the palace or the Klingtonian* ways.

*Or whatever adjective you use.

The standard communication system in the room piped in with the voice of Nikkolette.

"Full-body cybermodification, Armitage-complexity. Equipped with epidermal photogenerative matrices, enhanced biophysiology and musculature, and complete computational and communication enhancements enabling immersive interface with related systems.

"I can also play video games on my skin! Cool huh?"

Nikkolette remained at the bottom of the pool, but was now projecting a game of Tetris onto the ceiling.

She gave the guard an odd look, "Am I to guess that she's someone else that replied to the Emperor's message? And what's an androidonic?"
The Guard than replied, "I believe she is another one who has answered the Emperors com, and Andronics is the study and development of androids."

Meanwhile in the other part of Palace:

"Well ma'am, I suppose we can go to the training ground, that is an interesting place..." The Honor guard said to Savannah.

"So you're essentially a cyborg then?" She asked the girl in the water.

"Well ma'am, I suppose we can go to the training ground, that is an interesting place..." The Honor guard said to Savannah.

"Sure," she said giving him a wink. She didn't know what kind of training ground it was, but it certainly couldn't hurt to find out... maybe she would even get some shooting in.

"In, like, the loosest sense of the word, I guess."

The projection on the ceiling switched to a picture of a mechanical skeleton being 'filled in' layer by layer, ending with a picture of Nikkolette projected on the ceiling, sans censorship.

"The complexity of my 'upgrades' is such that I'm just as organic as you or the guards. Cybernetics and Robotics is only used to describe the field it all works from. Its a fun subject in the universities. Everybody has to take at least two years of it, but my formal schooling is in programming."

The projection switched now to Gradius.

"I programmed these things from scratch after playing each game the first time. Wanna play?"

"And how pray-tell might I do that?" She asked with a grin.

The room was silent for a while as Nikkolette pondered that particular issue. She wouldn't go for the normal way.

"Um... could somebody, like, get a remote?"

"Also, what game will we be playing?" Jennifer asked as she waited for the other girl to surface. Like her competitor, she'd been 'enhanced' through unlike Nikkolette her biotechnics were completely inconspicious.

"I've got a pretty large selection, though they're all, like, ancient."

"Which is your prefered, and are you going to come up?" She asked with a grin.

"Its comfy down here. The water's, like, heated 'n stuff!"

"Be that as it may, if you're down there and I'm up here, how are we going to play?" She asked

"Hellooooo, the same way I tapped into the comm system? Do you have, like, a cellphone or something?"

"Hellooooo, the same way I tapped into the comm system? Do you have, like, a cellphone or something?"

((OOC: Gah! A cellphone in future tech... biggest waste of technology ever. There are commlinks... or devices on par with them.))

"Nope, no cellphone or similars, thought I do have my gizmet." Jennifer replied

"Whichever. Our cellphones are, like, only called that cuz they just look like the old ones. Damn things pack more computer power than some spacecraft now. Some even act as personal shield devices now! As long as it can send and recieve signals it'll work, really."

"May be able to pick up your signals, thought it may reject them." Jennifer replied

"Its cooperation is, like, not required."

"I wouldn't be so sure." She said with a chuckle.

"*I* am. See how I'm talking to you through the intercom? It doesn't even use the same programming language. Kinda clumsy, really, but it only took like a basic adaptor program to get it on my side."

"Yes but, it I'm guessing is 'stupid', a gizmet isn't." Jennifer commented

"Girl, trust me, I wrote an AI program for a high school project. Its fine by the way. It runs a small fishing company now."

"AI programs are elementary school projects at home." She commented, "AIs are antiques."

Nikkolette finally surfaced, cutting the image on the ceiling and giving Jennifer a "Like I haven't heard THAT before" look.

"When computers can operate off of the spin of an electron or a twitch in space time, the only difference between an old AI and a modern AI is the space it takes up and how 'organic' it can be. They can occupy this body just as easily as I can, and they can do a lot more with it, believe me.

"So you don't need to lie to make yourself feel big. You calling the intercom 'dumb' and that gizmometer or whatever 'smart' betrays your fundamental misunderstanding of the concept. I wouldn't feel sad or angry though. I'm sure you have other skills that emperor whozzit would find interesting. Like what fork goes in the right spot at the dinner table or what finger you need to stick out when holding a wine glass..."

"And trust me when I say you're talking out of you're ass. Though for all I know you literally are." She replied to the silly little neon girl. The points of reference she was using when compared to the ones she was use to were appearently vastly different.

"You'll find I'm not. I'm still, like, talking out of the intercom. There's no reason to be angry or defensive you know. Just because you're not a programmer doesn't make you any less of a human being, or sentient, or otherwise. I suspect your definition of 'smart' in this case is that the device will distinguish between its rightful owner and otherwise unauthorized users, most likely a bio key or implanted microchip, and reacts to such stimuli accordingly, likely by shutting itself down in the event of unauthorized access attempts.

"As for the intercom, yes, it would qualify as 'dumb', as it simply relays information, it does not need to discern between friend or foe and will simply do what it is programmed to when the proper button is pushed.

"Further, if you mean an advance from an AI as in, like, an Omnicomp, I will say you're lying again, because the construction of even one of those things would be impossible even if multiple alliances were to pool their resources in its construction at the expense of all else. There is no 'advance' to an AI otherwise, only changes in complexity.

"So if you would not mind, I would like to return to my lounging, as obviously neither of us is in much of a mood to talk to each other anymore."

Edited to add OOC Note: An Omnicomp would be the holy grail of uber-computing, as it is effectively a computer with such a phenomenal computational capacity that it can determine the quantum fluctuations of every grain of sand on a beach on a planet on the far side of the universe that the computer itself hasn't even been told exists. Its essentially an Omniscient supercomputer, and would be an insta-godmod call on anybody who claimed to have one.

"It's a figure of speach, and if you think that being a programmer is the be all and end all, then you're way off base. Also, the assumptions you make related to comparative technologies is absolutely ludicrous." Jennifer commented to the rather oblivious 'pop princess'. "There are advancements beyond the AI that do not involve anything like you're so called Omnicomp. Then if that is your wish, feel free to hide away underwater again."

"You have no clue what you're talking about," Nikkolette replied. She was actually rather surprised at the girl standing at the side of the pool. Honestly, she'd be mincemeat to five year olds! "There is NOTHING beyond an AI save the omnicomp. The only thing that changes is capacity and efficiency. There is no form of hardware advancement that changes an AI into some other whizbang whatchamacallit, it is still an AI! Whether its quantum computers or bioprocessors with psychotronic circuits enabling the usage of telepathy and other psionics, the programming that fully utilizes it cannot be more complex than an AI, even in the case of the Omnicomp for that matter. Honestly.

"And quit thinking that I'm saying that programming IS the end-all-be-all of life. You've got other skills that I wouldn't know the first thing about, I'd bet. Same as, like, the chick touring about on the other side of the complex. She certainly looks like she knows some things... OO! I found local entertainment programming! Lets see... things blowing up, things blowing up, kung-fu movies, blood, things blowing up, kung-fu movies, things blowing up with blood, kung-fu blowing things up, comedy show about things blowing up, music channel! Ooh, thrash metal, my kind of music..."

Nikkolette's head fell below the water's surface again, Jennifer effectively forgotten in favor of listening to music about things blowing up...

One of the guards in the pool room let out a loud "Ahem!" To get the two bickering ladies attention. "Ladies, I would suggest you come to your rooms and rest for the night, tommorrow will be a busy day I can assure you..."

Meanwhile on the other side of Palace:

The Honor Guard led the young woman down a long hallway full of giant statues of Warriors in the past, each holding a specific weapon, some swords, some spears, some slings, some were shown with bare fists raised... At a certain point the weapons began to change into lightsabers and blasters and vibroblades all the way up to the current...
"These are the champions of the Kasagurai Tournament held here every year..."

Finally they came up to a large arched door in the center at the end of the Hallway. The guard soon opened the doors and on the other side was a small grass field, and in the middle of that field was a stone platform... Except throughout the platform were dings and potholes and craters. "This is the training ground," the Honor Guard said, "This is also were we hold the annual Kasagurai Tournament every year... We're still in the process of rebuilding the platform since the last tournament.... Say would you look at the time! I'd advise that we head back now ma'am, its late and you will be very busy tommorrow."

Savannah looked at the marvelous statues as she walked down the hall. Never had she seen something as remarkable before and was quite impressed by them.

Not much of a training room... she thought as she glanced around.

She took one last look around the training area before turning and allowing the guard to close the doors behind her. "Busy?" she asked curiously as they walked back down the hall towards her room.

Savannah looked at the marvelous statues as she walked down the hall. Never had she seen something as remarkable before and was quite impressed by them.

Not much of a training room... she thought as she glanced around.

She took one last look around the training area before turning and allowing the guard to close the doors behind her. "Busy?" she asked curiously as they walked back down the hall towards her room.

"Yes ma'am, quite a few things are planned to happen tommorrow."

"Yes ma'am, quite a few things are planned to happen tommorrow."

"Care to enlighten me?" she asked him innocently as they neared her room.

"Care to enlighten me?" she asked him innocently as they neared her room.

"Sorry ma'am, I don't have the liberty to say that..."

"Sorry ma'am, I don't have the liberty to say that..."

"Come on..." she said in her sweet accent as she turned toward him and gave him an anything-but-innocent wink and smile. "You can tell me..."

"As you wish." Jennifer replied to the guard. As she left she thought of the fact that colour girl's tech based had appearently hit any number of walls which obviously shaded her thinking.

As she and the guard walked, she asked, "What kind of activities will be planned tomorrow?"

"Come on..." she said in her sweet accent as she turned toward him and gave him an anything-but-innocent wink and smile. "You can tell me..."

"I really can't say.." The guard replied as they reached her room, "Goodnight." The guard smiled.

"As you wish." Jennifer replied to the guard. As she left she thought of the fact that colour girl's tech based had appearently hit any number of walls which obviously shaded her thinking.

As she and the guard walked, she asked, "What kind of activities will be planned tomorrow?"

"Im not at liberty to say ma'am..."

"Oh alright." She pouted

"I really can't say.." The guard replied as they reached her room, "Goodnight." The guard smiled.

"Oh, alright," she replied as they reached her door. She turned quickly and kissed innocently on the cheek, "Thanks for the tour." Without another thought about it, she entered her room and the door closed.

Nikkolette surged from the water like a scud missile, somehow managing to land rather daintily next to her clothing. With a movement akin to a full body shudder, the water poofed off of her body and she put her clothes back on.

She air-guitared her way back to her room and let the guards shut the door behind her.

She lay down on her bed, which she found surprisingly comfortable, and immediately began surfing through the local information networks...

So she was stuck here with a raving idiot and a girl who had somewhat more martial training than she let on.

She'd keep her distance from the former. She might accidentally hack the poor girl's brain instead of blinking. The cybermod Daddy bought her for her 20th birthday had the full psychotronics suite too, and already she'd 'accidentally' caused three boys who got too friendly to give themselves a concussion. Clueless ditz would likely throw herself on a pike.

As for the other... they might get along very well indeed. Although she might have an issue with Nikkolette's... vibrance.

After everyone was in bed and asleep for the night… The final preparations were being completed for the first day of mayhem and.. Maybe if they were lucky love.

The Next Day: DAY ONE

The Honor Guard had alerted the girls to put their best clothes on as this would be the first time they would be meeting the Emperor, they then walked the girls out into the Palace Court Yard, where Setton sat at a small table with a 10 minute timer on it.. Next to the table was a small make-shift soundproof room. The young Emperor stood up as the ladies approached, “Hello, as many of you know I am Setton Vonnix, Emperor of Klington. I am pleased to meet you all, and I promise you will get some time to meet me in a moment. The reason I’ve called you here, is because one of the most important things about being a monarch, is impressions. First impressions. You will all receive 10 minutes to talk to me and make a good impression on me, take this time to get to know me, but don’t fret if you don’t think this is enough time, we’ll be meeting at other places as well…” He said.
“Now, you may all be wondering, who’s going first? Well, I’ve assigned each of you a number randomly… and the first person to go is, Nikkolette.”
“Would the rest of the ladies please go in the soundproofed room, Nikkolette, have a seat…”

Best clothes..? Savannah thought as she was informed by the guards to dress up. "But this is all I have!" she complained, looking down at her tan pants, brown, high heel boots, beige top. It was true. All she had was the clothes on her back and the gun in her holster (which she had decided to leave in her room). She wondered what the other women would be like - whether they would be rich, unlike her, or not.

At last the time came for her to meet the emperor. Exiting the room with the same set of clothes on (though she had taken them off to sleep - sleeping in the nude), she followed the guard to where they were to meet him. And there he was... Not much different that the photo had implied, but still not bad.

She gave him an innocent smile as she entered the soundproof room.

Nikkolette, her white clothing only slightly less revealing than the day before, stepped forward and took a seat across from the emperor. Twining her legs one over the other with ridiculous agility, she leaned back and gave Setton a rather mischievous look.

The patterns on her skin shifted as well, to create a full-body pattern of thorny vines with white rosebuds that flowed with her musculature and actually moved with the breeze, while the rest of her skin paled slightly. Her presently pale white hair managed to remain surprisingly still, despite the light wind.

The look of the completed image was akin to a sculptural depiction of some feminine goddess of the dance reclining in the chair, motionless save for her right index finger tapping the arm of her chair in perfect rhythm. What rhythm that would be was impossible to tell, of course...

"You know, every time I see someone like the Baron or yourself amble by, me and my friends turn into one big giggling mass. But now, here I am, like, sitting at the same table with 'THE EMPEROR HIMSELF', and I don't have the slightest idea what to say.

"Giggle squeak? Pleased to meet you? Take me I'm yours? Wanna blow something up? University certainly doesn't prepare us for *THIS*."

Nikkolette, her white clothing only slightly less revealing than the day before, stepped forward and took a seat across from the emperor. Twining her legs one over the other with ridiculous agility, she leaned back and gave Setton a rather mischievous look.

The patterns on her skin shifted as well, to create a full-body pattern of thorny vines with white rosebuds that flowed with her musculature and actually moved with the breeze, while the rest of her skin paled slightly. Her presently pale white hair managed to remain surprisingly still, despite the light wind.

The look of the completed image was akin to a sculptural depiction of some feminine goddess of the dance reclining in the chair, motionless save for her right index finger tapping the arm of her chair in perfect rhythm. What rhythm that would be was impossible to tell, of course...

"You know, every time I see someone like the Baron or yourself amble by, me and my friends turn into one big giggling mass. But now, here I am, like, sitting at the same table with 'THE EMPEROR HIMSELF', and I don't have the slightest idea what to say.

"Giggle squeak? Pleased to meet you? Take me I'm yours? Wanna blow something up? University certainly doesn't prepare us for *THIS*."

"Well..." The Emperor said, "I have no idea what to say either..." He laughed. "I was hoping you would be able to kick the coversation off... So I guess we're both in the same boat, but as I'm the man here, I guess I'll start it. What are your interests Nikkolette?"

"OH... um... I know this one I know this one... lets see, listening to thrash metal, proving that while I may look like a ditz sometimes I'm a ditz that knows Capoeira and Jujitsu, picking hard to reach flowers, and hacking protected government information databases just to leave a 'Kilroy was here' tag."

Nikkolette gave Setton an obviously insincere grin of innocence.

"OH... um... I know this one I know this one... lets see, listening to thrash metal, proving that while I may look like a ditz sometimes I'm a ditz that knows Capoeira and Jujitsu, picking hard to reach flowers, and hacking protected government information databases just to leave a 'Kilroy was here' tag."

Nikkolette gave Setton an obviously insincere grin of innocence.

"Capoeira? HA!" Laughed Setton, "Capoeira is nothing more than break dancing transformed into a martial art, Capoeria is nothing... Now Shotokahn or Kenpo, those are real arts of the warrior. Then theres always the simple yet effective Greco-Roman art of wrestling..."

Jennifer had gotten dressed in a set of fashionable, but ultimately confortable clothes. Her blouse was an almost gosomer colour, while her mid-lengthed skirt was a subtly woven blends of blues and blacks. With her hair in a ponytail, she followed the guard to meet the Emperor.

"Actually, break dancing is, like, Capoeira de-lethaled. Those were just examples. After the Triad took over, they instituted some new training regimen. Tai-Chi, Aikido, Muy Thai, all sorts of stuff that sounds like eloquent sneezing. Then in University we learn this freaky government discipline called 'Primal'. Hard to explain, really. Something to do with balance.

"I did old-fashioned wrestling a bit in upper prep school, but Gymnastics was more fun. When you get a good flow going, it really feels like you're flying. That's also where the Capoeira comes in. You'd be surprised at, like, how well they mesh. Its fun to watch, and more fun to do."

Nikkolette shrugged slightly. "But then again, I never considered myself much of a fighter. Best way to survive a fight is never get into one in the first place... or at least bring a gun to the proverbial knife fight, I guess."

"Actually, break dancing is, like, Capoeira de-lethaled. Those were just examples. After the Triad took over, they instituted some new training regimen. Tai-Chi, Aikido, Muy Thai, all sorts of stuff that sounds like eloquent sneezing. Then in University we learn this freaky government discipline called 'Primal'. Hard to explain, really. Something to do with balance.

"I did old-fashioned wrestling a bit in upper prep school, but Gymnastics was more fun. When you get a good flow going, it really feels like you're flying. That's also where the Capoeira comes in. You'd be surprised at, like, how well they mesh. Its fun to watch, and more fun to do."

Nikkolette shrugged slightly. "But then again, I never considered myself much of a fighter. Best way to survive a fight is never get into one in the first place... or at least bring a gun to the proverbial knife fight, I guess."

"Thats what Gi-Chin Funakoshi once said...'To win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the highest skill. To subdue the enemy with out fighting is the highest skill.' So... do you possess any knowledge in robotics? I hear Godulans are very keen with those doo-hickies."

"Yeah. My daddy kinda pushed me into it a bit, but all of us get at least a little schooling in Robotics. Enough to repair the things, I guess, but daddy had me doing a bunch of other stuff during whatever vacations I had. I like to think I'm making him pay for costing me so much time with my friends, but I did learn things because of him."

"Yeah. My daddy kinda pushed me into it a bit, but all of us get at least a little schooling in Robotics. Enough to repair the things, I guess, but daddy had me doing a bunch of other stuff during whatever vacations I had. I like to think I'm making him pay for costing me so much time with my friends, but I did learn things because of him."

"Does your father own one of the Top Robotics corporations in Godular?"

"Nah. The corporations are all government owned, but daddy is one of the executives."

"Nah. The corporations are all government owned, but daddy is one of the executives."

"Oh I see... So anything else I should know about you before our time is up?" Setton asked as he looked at the clock which was ticking away...

"I am very, very, very flexible."

"I am very, very, very flexible."

"I'm sure that has its uses..." Setton said as he smiled. Ding! The Timer went off.. it was time for a new interview. "Well, I'll see you later Nikkolette... but next up is Savannah." He said.

Nikkolette didn't so much stand up as flow into a standing position. She glided over to the makeshift soundproof hut and opened the door. "Oy you. Khaki girl. You're up."

Savannah was alerted by one of the guards that it was now her time to meet the Emperor and with a swift and ladylike movement, had entered the room. She bowed slightly, not knowing what to do, as she greeted him, "It is a pleasure to meet you..."

Savannah was alerted by one of the guards that it was now her time to meet the Emperor and with a swift and ladylike movement, had entered the room. She bowed slightly, not knowing what to do, as she greeted him, "It is a pleasure to meet you..."

"No, the pleasure is mine." Setton said, "Please sientente."

Savannah responded by sitting down on the nearby chair, "Gracias."

She felt slightly underdressed after having seen the other two ladies dressed more like women of the court. Though what could she do about it. She had no money or belongings to sell... well, except her gun, and she certainly wouldn't part with that. "You must forgive my attire," she said quickly as she sat down, though she quickly moved on, not wanting to spend any more time on the subject. "So, I hear you are looking for someone special..."

Savannah responded by sitting down on the nearby chair, "Gracias."

She felt slightly underdressed after having seen the other two ladies dressed more like women of the court. Though what could she do about it. She had no money or belongings to sell... well, except her gun, and she certainly wouldn't part with that. "You must forgive my attire," she said quickly as she sat down, though she quickly moved on, not wanting to spend any more time on the subject. "So, I hear you are looking for someone special..."
"Its alright, your not the only girl here without a courtly dress." Setton said, "Yes, I am looking for someone special, a queen."

"Well, I am not sure someone like me is queen-like, but I would love to get to know you better," she said with an innocent smile as the lowliness of her class clearly came through in her speech.

"Well, if you are looking for someone, what type of things draws your attentions and interests to them?" she asked as she lifted one of her long legs and placed it across the other, foot bouncing up and down in her high heel boot.

"Well, I am not sure someone like me is queen-like, but I would love to get to know you better," she said with an innocent smile as the lowliness of her class clearly came through in her speech.

"Well, if you are looking for someone, what type of things draws your attentions and interests to them?" she asked as she lifted one of her long legs and placed it across the other, foot bouncing up and down in her high heel boot.

"Well, Im looking for some attractive women, who have a lot of character and a good personality. And they have to know how to kick ass, or at least be real delicate and let me do the ass kicking for them."

"Hey, kickass is my middle name," she replied in jest. "But seriously," she continued, "What do you like in a woman? Anyone can say an intelligent, good looking, personable, woman with character... I would like to know things we have in common; such as how you said you want a woman who can kickass."

"Hey, kickass is my middle name," she replied in jest. "But seriously," she continued, "What do you like in a woman? Anyone can say an intelligent, good looking, personable, woman with character... I would like to know things we have in common; such as how you said you want a woman who can kickass."

"Well, someone who doesn't mind to go into dense jungles,or arid deserts. We have alot of troops across the universe and I plan to meet them. A woman who at home can act like a lady, and be polite and all the good stuff at Stately dinners, or someone who can fake it and act like they know all that stuff. A woman who can support me as much as I can support her."

"Well, someone who doesn't mind to go into dense jungles,or arid deserts. We have alot of troops across the universe and I plan to meet them. A woman who at home can act like a lady, and be polite and all the good stuff at Stately dinners, or someone who can fake it and act like they know all that stuff. A woman who can support me as much as I can support her."

"You plan to meet all of them?" she curiously, "A noble thought, though highly unpractical... though that is your decision, not mine," she smiled.

"Anyway, I can certainly hold on my own in the dense jungles or arid deserts of the galaxy, having seen many myself, but I probably need to work on how to act at a stately dinner," she commented before embarrasingly adding, "I have never been to one before..."

"You plan to meet all of them?" she curiously, "A noble thought, though highly unpractical... though that is your decision, not mine," she smiled.

"Anyway, I can certainly hold on my own in the dense jungles or arid deserts of the galaxy, having seen many myself, but I probably need to work on how to act at a stately dinner," she commented before embarrasingly adding, "I have never been to one before..."

"No, not all of them... but some of them I plan to meet, I want my troops to know that they're not some pawns used for sacrafice, that I care for them."

"Not good at stately dinners you say?" Setton said with a smile, "Well you'll be at one soon, I assure you that... We're almost out of time, anything more you want to talk about before you go?"

"Nothing that needs to be rushed," Savannah replied with a smile. "More important matters can be left up to the time when we have more... well, time."

"Nothing that needs to be rushed," Savannah replied with a smile. "More important matters can be left up to the time when we have more... well, time."

DING!The timer rung... "Ok, times up Savannah, It was a pleasure meeting you, please head back the room and tell them Jessica is up next."

"As it was to meet you," she said as she stood up and gave him a dainty smile. As she walked out of the room, her hips swished from side to side, accentuating her long legs and gorgeous behind.

She stepped outside the door and turned her head ever so slightly, looking back with a delicate wave of her hand.

"You're up," she said reentering the soundproof room and looking at Jessica.

"Thank you." Jessica replied as she stood, "Incidentally how do you think you're interview went?" She asked as she headed to the room in which she would conduct her interview with the Emperor.

"Not bad," Savannah replied simply, trying not to give up anything. "Good luck..."

Jessica entered into the door by which Savannah had exited. As she shut the door behind her, she caught her first glimse of Setton in person and smiled. He was even handsomer in person. "Hello, I was told that you wished to speak with me?" She said with a smile, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." She added with a curtsy.

Jessica entered into the door by which Savannah had exited. As she shut the door behind her, she caught her first glimse of Setton in person and smiled. He was even handsomer in person. "Hello, I was told that you wished to speak with me?" She said with a smile, "It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." She added with a curtsy.

"No, the pleasure is all mine. Please take a seat madame."

"Thank you, but please call me Jessica." She replied as she took a seat and looked Setton in the eyes.

"Hi," Savannah said turning to the other woman in the soundproof box with her. Not having met her before, except for the brief second when they were all introduced to the emperor at once, she wanted to get to know her, "I'm Savannah."

Nikkolette was sitting in a meditative position on one of the chairs, and only opened an eye at the appearance of the rather utilitarian garbed girl.

"Nikkolette Sapphyro. You'll excuse me if I don't get up, but these chairs are, like, REALLY comfy!"

Savannah smiled in response, a warm comforting smile; one that had lowered the guard of many foolish enemies. "I wouldn't expect that," she giggled, "They are quite comfy."

Nikkolette's other eye opened up, and she turned to regard Savannah as she sat down.

"That giggle is so not you."

"It is when I want it to be," Savannah replied as she took a seat and crossed her legs.

"You mean it is when you want a guy to think it is." Nikkolette closed her eyes again and leaned back slightly.

"Hey, I do it, like, all the time myself. So don't think I'm being suspicious. Just, don't think me an easy mark, and we'll get along fine... although that isn't really the point of this whole thing, is it? This 'contest' I mean."

"If you look at it as a contest..." Savannah replied; she thought of it as a pursuit for a good man, but if the other 'contestants' looked at it as a contest, that was fine with her.

Nikkolette remained on her chair, seemingly motionless. Even the movement of her skin patterns was surprisingly subdued at this point, though her eyes seemed to be shifting back and forth with an odd rapidity.

Then, with the suddenness and speed of a lightning bolt, she rocketed to her feet and pumped her arms in the air. "HIGH SCORE! WOO! TAKE THAT L337/\/\4/\/666!"

Then, realizing she was back in 'reality', she looked around sheepishly and took her seat again. "Eh heh..."

"You are a.... curious person," Savannah stated simply as she studied her actions.

"I can wander through local entertainment networks. The Klingtonians have, like, LOTS of combat sims floating around. I just snagged the most-kills-in-ten-seconds award. Turns out the power station in the battlezone is so realistic you can cause it to go into catastrophic overload. Duck. And. Cover. Several dozen people got caught in the blast. As I hear the generals say on the news: It was Glorious."

"Unfortunately, no matter how advanced or realistic a combat sim is," Savannah began, "It pales in comparison to the real thing."

Nikkolette grinned mischievously in response. "You say that as though I don't know it."

Nikkolette grinned mischievously in response. "You say that as though I don't know it."

"I do," she replied simply.

"And you'd be wrong. I may have never been in true full-scale combat before, but just cuz I play video games doesn't, like, make me automatically ignorant to what our career military put themselves through, and that they do it willingly and enthusiastically.

"As do the Klingtonians," Nikkolette continued her eyes opening again, and turning on Savannah with deadly seriousness. "Their martial history is quite extensive, and they have had their share of run ins, particularly with the Galactic Empire. The Imperials inflicted much pain to the people of Klington, and they work tirelessly to repay that debt. I, and all Godulans know what they lost under occupation. You may not have noticed, but this is not their original homeworld."

OOC NOTE: Nikkolette is as yet unaware of Savannah's actual nationality. No reference to her origin has been made although Nikkolette does sense an air of more-than-passing Martial Skill in her.

"Thank you, but please call me Jessica." She replied as she took a seat and looked Setton in the eyes.

"Very well, Jessica," Said Setton, "Please tell me some of your hobbies and interests."

Nikkolette was sitting in a meditative position on one of the chairs, and only opened an eye at the appearance of the rather utilitarian garbed girl.

"Nikkolette Sapphyro. You'll excuse me if I don't get up, but these chairs are, like, REALLY comfy!"

OOC:
Who said there were chairs in the room? Did I say there were chairs in the room? NO. Thats a godmode right there Godular, modeling the envoirment to fit your own purposes. YOUR SUCH A LITTLE GODMODER AND WANKFESTER! :eek:

Savannah already began to be annoyed by the peppy girl and decided not to speak any further.

OOC:
Who said there were chairs in the room? Did I say there were chairs in the room? NO. Thats a godmode right there Godular, modeling the envoirment to fit your own purposes. YOUR SUCH A LITTLE GODMODER AND WANKFESTER! :eek:

OOC: What the hell was that about?

"Very well, Jessica," Said Setton, "Please tell me some of your hobbies and interests."
"Well I enjoy reading alternate history, fantasy and sci-fi novels, gymnastics, fencing, swiming and some computer work. I also practice nin-jitsu to an extent." Jessica replied

"Well I enjoy reading alternate history, fantasy and sci-fi novels, gymnastics, fencing, swiming and some computer work. I also practice nin-jitsu to an extent." Jessica replied

"Oh alternate history is very interesting..." He said in responce, "Nin-jitsu? I hate that, its too sneaky, not enough fighting."

"Really, you think it doesn't focus enought on combat?" She asked, "As out of the eighteen disciplines, nine deal with combat techniques, while only four deal with secretive measures."

OOC: What the hell was that about?

Inside Joke.

"Really, you think it doesn't focus enought on combat?" She asked, "As out of the eighteen disciplines, nine deal with combat techniques, while only four deal with secretive measures."
"Yes, it may not focus entirely on secret measures, but they're still used more often. Why would one learn all those sneaking abilities and then not set them to use? So it involves much more sneaking in my opinion."

"That makes sense." She replied with a grin, "So what else would you like to learn about me?"

OOC: Post coming within the next day or two, sorry for the holdup.

"That makes sense." She replied with a grin, "So what else would you like to learn about me?"

"Well, I've hear your quite the stately woman, do you know how to do dinners and the like?"

"Do you mean do I know where the various forks go?" She asked with a smile, "And the various other facets of dining etiquette, if so I do. Thought please don't think I'm just limited to those kinds of skills."

"Do you mean do I know where the various forks go?" She asked with a smile, "And the various other facets of dining etiquette, if so I do. Thought please don't think I'm just limited to those kinds of skills."
"Oh, I've realized that your a woman of many talents already. I was just wondering if you were good with those things, as you may have to do that often."

"Yes, I'm experianced at hosting dinner parties and other formal events." Jennifer replied

"Yes, I'm experianced at hosting dinner parties and other formal events." Jennifer replied

"What about tournaments?"

"All depends on the kind of tournament you're talking about. Some I know a great deal about, others not as much." She replied

"All depends on the kind of tournament you're talking about. Some I know a great deal about, others not as much." She replied

"Well most tournaments you carry a towell that is taped on both ends and when the round is over you walk over and slap the referree with it. That's the duty of the queen as well." He said with a chuckle.

Meanwhile the Clock was ticking close to 10.

A smile crossed Jennifer's face, "Really, well that sounds interesting." She commented

A smile crossed Jennifer's face, "Really, well that sounds interesting." She commented

"Yeah, you'll have to try it sometime."

DING!The Timer went off...
"Well, thats all the time we have. Please go get the rest of the girls outside. I have another little 'test.' "

"As you wish." Jennifer replied as she stood. "Thank you for an interesting conversation."

She then exited the chamber to be back with the other two woman.

Setton went out to talk to the three girls, "Alright. So I've gotten to know you all and I must say, your all beautiful, intelligent woman. But I want to see if your able to host a Klingtonian Dinner. Tonight I have invited many guests to a formal Klintonian dinner. Enough guests to fill up three dining rooms, each of you shall host of these dining rooms." Setton said as he smiled. "But, to make sure you understand Klingtonian customs, I have instructed Mrs. Swallinger to instruct you."

An old lady with a nametag that said, "Hello, I am 'Mrs. S' " stood up the entrance to a room and said, "Right this way ladies..."

Savannah sighed slightly to herself. Not having the same expensive or fancy upbringing as the others would certainly put her behind in this task. However, she was determined to succeed, as was her nature, and headed off behind Mrs. S; giving a slight wink and smile to the emperor as she left.

Jennifer got up and followed Mrs. Swallinger, "Hello Mrs. Swallinger." She said by way of introduction.

Nikkolette's only response, apart from following Mrs. Swallinger, was evident in the sudden drop in color on her skin.

Ohgawdohgawdohgawd... remember what daddy taught... what did daddy teach? Ohgawdohgawdohgawd... I can't remember! Ohgawdohgawdohgawd...

After The Three Hour Crash Course In Formal Dinners...

Each girl was directed to a dressing room, where Formal attire could be chosen if they did not possess any formal clothes, and each was directed to a seperate dining hall and basically just given a "here you go," as the guards quickly left the area, not wanting to see the disastrous results that would take place.

Setton ran to dining room to dining room to check on the girls and to entertain the guests, making them believe that there was only one Feast going on at the moment... After making a few toasts and jokes, he would make up some sort of excuse and run to the other Dining Hall...

But at the moment he was in Nikkolettes area...

OOC: Im gonna RP these one at a time just to keep things from getting confusing.

Nikkolette was not having fun at the present time. Thrust rather suddenly into an event where she did not know what the situation or amusements were, she could only improvise as best she could. But after a while she realized that it was just a rather odd form of chaos theory, and after that moment she formulated a plan based on small talk and subtle hints where she could properly devote her time to random people and keep them from getting antsy or curious or overly drunk...

The dinner took care of itself of course, there were other attendants roaming around, at the moment Nikkolette's apparent purpose was to make certain that the proper music was playing and that everybody was not displeased with the snacks...

Setton saw that the people in Nikkolettes room were satisfied, so he went to the next room... Jenifer's.

During the customs briefing, Jennifer had made sure to 'pump' Mrs. Swallinger for any and all relevent customs. Having gotten all the information she needed, she set to work getting suitable aperitif and complementary appetizers.

She then arranged a suitable musical ambience, appropriate to the type of gathering. With the meal being dealt with by the attendents, she socialized, talking with people and ensure all were having a good time.

[Dead?]

Don't think so. Think he just got caught up in the combat tourney...

Don't think so. Think he just got caught up in the combat tourney...

OOC: I was just musing as there had been no posts in a week and a half.

A little caught up at the moment. I will try to post on the weekends when I have more time. Sorry for the delay :(

A little caught up at the moment. I will try to post on the weekends when I have more time. Sorry for the delay :(

OOC: No problem... I just hadn't heard from you (i.e. Post or IM) and was wondering what the deal was.

OOC: Sorry, but I am probably going to drop out of this (for a few reasons).

Sorry School caught up with me. Will be posting over Spring Break...
So expect a post tommorrow.