Post by Android B "Moxie" on Apr 12, 2019 1:23:08 GMT -5
Chapter 1: Nightlife
Space Vegas, the biggest pleasure planet in the known galaxy. All sorts went there for their entertainment needs. If you were looking for a casino, the Silver Saiyan was the place to go. Frequent payouts and great drinks, they were what made the place great. Looking for a bar? The Drunken Pilot was the place to be. The owner of the place use to be a pirate, and stories say he had collected all sorts of rare drinks over the years. Let’s say you weren’t looking for a Casino or Bar though, but a place to have some good food and an even better time. If this were the case, then one would not have to look further than the Majin Booze night club. The place was famous for its massive size, and large selection of food and drinks. This club was the place where many young ladies worked as cocktail waitresses. One such waitress was Moxie, a bio-android created by the Red Ribbon army back on planet earth.
The real question was “Why was a bio-android working at a night club?” and there of course was a simple answer. Moxie was flat out broke. She had only managed to get to Space Vegas by hopping aboard a space ship without anyone knowing. Without the care and nourishment from the RR scientists, she would have to find her own food, buy her own clothing, and rent her own home. All of which were quite hard for someone to do without money. This eventually led her to getting a job at the famous “Majin Booze”, a position that her boss would call “A great honor!” Though she didn’t exactly see it that way, she still enjoyed the job. When she got off work, she got to spend her nights partying and meeting hot dudes after all! This would be her life-style for three solid months until one faithful night when everything would change, for better or for worse.
It was a busy night in the “Majin Booze” night club, people were coming in and out, tables being waited on, the dance floor was being swarmed. This was nothing unusual, especially considering it was the night shift at the hottest club in Space Vegas. The building itself was only two stories tall but had a massive floor plan. It must have been fifty thousand square feet in length alone, and housed an army of employees. Moxie herself was dressed in standard cocktail waitresses’ uniform, and stood over a large booth. Before her were several laid back Namekians all trying to decide what to order. “Come on now boys, we don’t have all night here…” “Uhh yeah sorry, just one second” the Namekians would begin to talk and debate among each other. Moxie simply crossed her arms and began tapping her left foot, that was the Namekian’s sign to make a decision already. “Ok ok! We’ll have the grilled tyrannosaurs sliders, and rounds of your best ale for each of us. This would be an easy enough order to write down. “Alright, I’ll have it out in a minute guys.”
Usually, Moxie would be in a decent mood, but those guys made her wait sooooo long, and that was totally not cool in her book. The young android would walk through the crowded club until she had nearly reached the kitchen doors, when she would be stopped by a shorter man in a black tuxedo. “A little formal for a nightclub, don’t ya think?” the man would grin slightly, “Not if you’ve got business in one. You must be the Bio-android who calls herself “Moxie” am I correct?” The girl would be stunned, and her jaw would drop in a cartoonish fashion. No one had ever known she was a bio-android, she never told anyone that! How could this guy possibly know who or what she was? Maybe this guy was with the Red Ribbon Army looking to take her back! She would begin to slowly back away, “No, I don’t know who that is or what a bio-android is! You must have the wrong girl!” The man’s grin would quickly change to a straight face, he would try to calm her down explaining “No, calm down, I’m not with those who pursue you, though I’m sure both Capsule Corp. and the Red Ribbon would like to get a hold of you. I know you’re a person who is quite powerful on the battle field. I’ve watched your matches at the black glove’s ring here. Something to behold truly. Please, lets find a table and talk…” Though she was reluctant at first, Moxie quickly realized something. This guy had a low power level, if things went bad, she could probably take him down. Giving a slight nod, she would lead the man to a shady booth in the corner of the massive building. “Alright, you’ve got me. Whatcha’ want?” she would press her elbow into the table and prop her fist against her face, looking quite uninterested by all of this. The stranger one the other hand would open a brief case and slide her a manila folder. Intrigued, the girl would remove her elbow from the table in order to open the file. Inside would be three pictures, and three profiles. They all appeared to be of male saiyans. The shadowy man adjacent from her would smile, and fold his hands on the table. “These three men have been a thorn in my organization’s side for quite some time. Rumor has it that they will be attending this establishment tonight. To make a long story short, I need all three dead. You’re a capable combatant, not some waitress! I’m offering you five thousand zeni for each of their tails, you think you can handle that?” Moxie would raise an eyebrow at the offer. She usually wasn’t the type to commit crime, much too high of a chance to get caught, but this was 15,000 zeni for killing all three. She had never seen so much money in her entire life, as short as it has been.
Clearing her throat, she would reply, “If you can prevent the fuzz from finding out, and can pay me, then it’s a deal.” The man would chuckle. “Excellent. They’ll be in here within the next 30 minutes… Be ready.” The man would stand up, and simply walk out of the club. The whole situation would cause a shiver to go down Moxie’s spine, but it wasn’t about killing those guys. Something seemed off, how did this guy know when and where the saiyans were coming? As her logical, briefs family brain would begin to think, she quickly shut herself down, “No, no, no, I’m over thinking it…” Figuring it would take some time for the saiyans to arrive, Moxie decided to serve the table of namekians their order while she waited. Surely enough, after she did this several armored Saiyans would walk into the club. The way they were dressed was quite strange considering this was a nightclub and not a battle field, but maybe that was the reason why Moxie had to kill them.
The girl decided to go with a somewhat direct approach. She would walk right up to the three of them and ask, “Hello, welcome to Majin Booze! Can I get you anything to drink?” One of the saiyans who looked like the boss of the other two would snicker. “Well well well, if it isn’t Moxie herself, the android that’s on the run. We’re here to bring you back to Capsule Corp. for that fat bounty!” The man would grab Moxie’s left arm and being trying to pull her out of the building. It seemed the Saiyans were looking for her the whole time, word of the bounty must have spread. Clenching her right fist, she would right hook the head Saiyan in the jaw, sending him stumbling back a few feet. “Damn it! Your gonna pay for that bitch!” The Saiyans two lackeys would then charge Moxie , the first would land a punch that sent her flying across the club and directly into a liquor counter. Various drinks would splash all over her as she stood up from the ground in embarrassment. This however was the final straw; the various liquors had stained her dress! It was her favorite too! The other Saiyan lacky would fly directly overhead about to swoop down with a punch, but the bio-android would manage to jump out of the way just in time.
At this point, the fight had escalated to where security was called, but they simply didn’t have the right equipment to deal with ki users. Instead the fight would continue to rage on, as patrons would chant “Fight! Fight! Fight!” Two pinkish-red cephalopod-like tentacles would suddenly sprout out of the android’s back, people would gasp at the display of her strange anatomy. The arms would begin to flail about battering the two lackeys that attacked her, but the saiyans weren’t done yet. Their leader would angrily gaze upon her, and fire a beam of green ki from his mouth. Tables, chairs, and even people would be pushed aside by the attack’s force. Closing her eyes and taking a slow breath, Moxie would raise her right hand. Before everyone’s eyes the bean of energy would be sucked inside her open palm. “Smooth moves, but you boys can’t handle me.” The mysterious tentacles would reach across the room grabbing the Saiyan by his torso. “Looks like I’ll just have to absorb you…” Suddenly, the man’s body would turn into a husk of flesh as all his power was sucked from his body. The saiyan’s two lackeys would stand up and start running out of the bar, but each of them would trip over one of the Bio-tentacles. Each would be absorbed…
It seemed her mission had been completed, though the entire club would look at her in astonishment. “Umm… I’ll just go now.” The young girl would quickly run out of the room, feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. Sure, she was happy that she defeated the Saiyans and would get paid, but she didn’t do it in style! She must have looked hideous out there! This would cause her to run out of the building as quickly as possible, dodging security in the process. Eventually, she would start running through the busy streets of Space Vegas attempting to escape security forces and embarrassment, until she would literary run into the shady figure who had given her the job to start with. Panting, she would remark “Alright dude! I did your dirty work, so I need that cash! I’m probably out of a job because of all that too!” The man would simply snicker as he would explain “I wouldn’t worry about a job, but you will be compensated…” He would then hand her fifteen thousand zeni in cash! More than the Bio-android had ever seen in one place. The money was fantastic, and would allow her to live comfortably for some time, but she would still need a job, eventually the money would run out. The man would expand upon what he meant by making her an offer, “Alright, here’s the deal girl. I work for an organization, a very secretive organization at that. We would like to offer you a position as a mercenary within our ranks. You would be well compensated and see far more interesting combatants than in that “Black Glove” establishment.” Moxie would scratch her head. The offer seemed good. She would be able to finally leave this place if she said “Yes”, not that she hated Space Vegas, but would like to travel the galaxy. There was also the consideration of the bounty placed on her head. Dodging the hunters would not be easy without a place to lie low. There was also the promise of more combat, military combat. Hot guys were in militaries, right? That sounded awesome to her! “Well, money, safety, and fun… I guess I’m in!” She would shake the mysterious man’s hand, and would be given a piece of paper with directions. It would read: “Welcome recruit, for your show of prowess and skill you have been awarded this invitation into the Continuum. You do not know who we are, but we know much about who you are. You could be an asset, or you could be a liability. Such is the risk our organization must take when selecting new units. You are now mere solider though, you are a mercenary, our muscle. Know your place, and know your worth. If you seek to discover our place of hiding, go to the eastern space docks at seven o’clock, a young lady will be there to grant you passage to us…”
The letter would end ominously, but the android would follow the directions to a tee, right after getting a coffee from Moon Dollars of course. Can’t stay up this late without coffee! She would meet an elderly lady who would see her onto a small transport ship. This basic vessel would soon enter light speed, shooting off towards the headquarters of the Continuum. What adventures might await the young android next?
It was a cold night at the shipyards of Space Vegas. The air blew softly with a large amount of condensation. Usually whether like this would be terrible for Moxie’s outfit, but for the first time in a long time, she had bigger problems than fashion to worry about. Only a short while ago, she had managed to publicly kill three Saiyans in a nightclub who were after her bounty. The night sky soon became foggy as the young girl would walk around the docks in search of the ride she was supposed to escape on. She was quite fortunate her new employers were resourceful. Which did cause her the beg the question, “Who exactly are these people anyway? I don’t even know what a continuum is!” Moxie would eventually wonder around until she found a metal crate, it would be a good place to sit and wait. It would be midnight soon, her get away would be here any moment now. She felt that she would miss this place, Space Vegas was home to her, and she would be leaving all the sick parties too! Maybe she could pop back in from time to time, this whole thing would blow over eventually right? Yeah! Of course, it would! The dead silence of the docks at night would eventually be broken by the sound of a small ship landing. It was a strange, but quiet advanced looking craft that appeared to be the size of a small house. Not small enough to be a single man fighter, but perhaps large enough to be a smuggling vessel. Steam would blast from vents around the craft, as a door in its side would open. An elderly woman, heavily covered in clothing would slowly walk out towards Moxie. Pointing her finger, the lady would ask, “Are you the android? If so I have orders to give you a ride to a small and remote moon... Follow me child.” The old lady would turn around, and walk back into the medium-sized ship. With a surprised look on her face, Moxie would give a light nod and run forward into the ship.
The inside of the craft would look even better than the outside. It had a simplistic black and green color scheme, very technologically advanced. “Damn, this is nice! If only I had a cocktail...” The old lady would slowly move herself to the pilot’s seat. There, she would flip a few switches causing the ship’s engines to engage. Something Moxie hadn’t noticed before was the headset the woman had been wearing the whole time. The elder would speak, “Command, this is caretaker. Bringing recruit to Rondor 5 for basic training. Have a room ready for when she arrives. Basic training sounded like it would be rough, Moxie had heard about it all the time from military types who use to visit her club. “Basic training? That sounds like a lot of work. But if you guys are still paying...” this would be a big change of pace for the android in all truth. Usually she had to do very minimal physical labor, her previous job just consisted of: serving drinks, waiting tables, and trying to look sexy while doing it. It was simple. Maybe the change would be a fun one? She did like to fight in the Black Glove’s underground ring after all, and she was much stronger than your average person! Yeah, she could do this...
After some time of traveling through space, the ship would suddenly come to a stop. In front of it would be a small, abandoned moon much like earths. The old lady would speak into her communicator again, “Shadow Point, this is Caretaker. The package has arrived.” There would be no response for a moment, but eventually a stoic voice would respond through the speakers “Shadow Point to Caretaker, we’re opening the docking room now, over. You have been cleared to land...” a massive hole would open up in the moon’s ground to reveal a metal chamber. Their ship would be slowly pulled in by a tractor beam to eventually dock inside the metallic bunker. Various lights would turn on around the chamber, and several engineers would walk out to begin working on the ship. The people of this place looked to be much shorter than the humans of earth, strange. “Is that our stop granny?” the young girl would ask gleefully. “Hmph! Insufferable—yes this is your stop. Go speak with Officer Shadow, he will grant you quarters and a uniform. These are going to be the roughest nine weeks of your life!” Moxie knew the old lady was threatening her, but she didn’t feel that intimidated. Walking off the craft she would be greeted by a smaller man in a white lab coat, “Ah your finally here! Come, the officer would love to make your acquaintance…” Moxie would walk through a large underground complex of metallic walls and floors. She would watch men in heavy suits of armor march by wielding massive weapons, the likes of which earthling could only dream of possessing. Eventually, she and her escort would reach an office door. “Right this way madam.” Through the door, Moxie would see a clean and orderly work desk with a tall and muscular man standing behind it. He would clear his throat, “Well, you’ve finally arrived. The continuum has been watching your progress for some time Android B. Or should I say Moxie… Either way, we would use you help. If you want to work with us however, you’ll need to start at the bottom. That means nine weeks of basic training, no whining! No complaints! Do I make myself clear!?” Moxie would chuckle before giving her own “serious” salute. The Officer would groan, “Alright. Your room is down the hall and to the right. Training starts tomorrow…
The next few weeks would be tough for Moxie, she would train and act like a soldier, for about five minutes before turning back into an average teenage girl! She would make fun of the other officer’s names, never do the correct number of pushups, and always sleep through the horn! But, she had still somehow managed to best every other man and woman at the base in combat. It was really a sight to behold. Even the commanding officer’s jaw dropped when he had heard she technically passed with flying colors. This was when moxie had finally gotten two things, her paycheck, and a letter. The letter read as follows:
“Moxie, your skill in combat and tactical prowess has led us to the decision of promoting you to agent status. As an Agent we will be placing you under the direct command of one of our best fighters, Captain MT-772. The soldiers just call him “Appos”. Your job is to report to him, and prove your worth as a fighter. If he is satisfied by your capabilities, then you may have a bright future in our organization. If he is unimpressed, you will be demoted, and sent back to the academy for yet another nine weeks…”
The letter would be signed with a title, The Director. Who the heck was that?
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Space Vegas, the biggest pleasure planet in the known galaxy. All sorts went there for their entertainment needs. If you were looking for a casino, the Silver Saiyan was the place to go. Frequent payouts and great drinks, they were what made the place great. Looking for a bar? The Drunken Pilot was the place to be. The owner of the place use to be a pirate, and stories say he had collected all sorts of rare drinks over the years. Let’s say you weren’t looking for a Casino or Bar though, but a place to have some good food and an even better time. If this were the case, then one would not have to look further than the Majin Booze night club. The place was famous for its massive size, and large selection of food and drinks. This club was the place where many young ladies worked as cocktail waitresses. One such waitress was Moxie, a bio-android created by the Red Ribbon army back on planet earth.
The real question was “Why was a bio-android working at a night club?” and there of course was a simple answer. Moxie was flat out broke. She had only managed to get to Space Vegas by hopping aboard a space ship without anyone knowing. Without the care and nourishment from the RR scientists, she would have to find her own food, buy her own clothing, and rent her own home. All of which were quite hard for someone to do without money. This eventually led her to getting a job at the famous “Majin Booze”, a position that her boss would call “A great honor!” Though she didn’t exactly see it that way, she still enjoyed the job. When she got off work, she got to spend her nights partying and meeting hot dudes after all! This would be her life-style for three solid months until one faithful night when everything would change, for better or for worse.
It was a busy night in the “Majin Booze” night club, people were coming in and out, tables being waited on, the dance floor was being swarmed. This was nothing unusual, especially considering it was the night shift at the hottest club in Space Vegas. The building itself was only two stories tall but had a massive floor plan. It must have been fifty thousand square feet in length alone, and housed an army of employees. Moxie herself was dressed in standard cocktail waitresses’ uniform, and stood over a large booth. Before her were several laid back Namekians all trying to decide what to order. “Come on now boys, we don’t have all night here…” “Uhh yeah sorry, just one second” the Namekians would begin to talk and debate among each other. Moxie simply crossed her arms and began tapping her left foot, that was the Namekian’s sign to make a decision already. “Ok ok! We’ll have the grilled tyrannosaurs sliders, and rounds of your best ale for each of us. This would be an easy enough order to write down. “Alright, I’ll have it out in a minute guys.”
Usually, Moxie would be in a decent mood, but those guys made her wait sooooo long, and that was totally not cool in her book. The young android would walk through the crowded club until she had nearly reached the kitchen doors, when she would be stopped by a shorter man in a black tuxedo. “A little formal for a nightclub, don’t ya think?” the man would grin slightly, “Not if you’ve got business in one. You must be the Bio-android who calls herself “Moxie” am I correct?” The girl would be stunned, and her jaw would drop in a cartoonish fashion. No one had ever known she was a bio-android, she never told anyone that! How could this guy possibly know who or what she was? Maybe this guy was with the Red Ribbon Army looking to take her back! She would begin to slowly back away, “No, I don’t know who that is or what a bio-android is! You must have the wrong girl!” The man’s grin would quickly change to a straight face, he would try to calm her down explaining “No, calm down, I’m not with those who pursue you, though I’m sure both Capsule Corp. and the Red Ribbon would like to get a hold of you. I know you’re a person who is quite powerful on the battle field. I’ve watched your matches at the black glove’s ring here. Something to behold truly. Please, lets find a table and talk…” Though she was reluctant at first, Moxie quickly realized something. This guy had a low power level, if things went bad, she could probably take him down. Giving a slight nod, she would lead the man to a shady booth in the corner of the massive building. “Alright, you’ve got me. Whatcha’ want?” she would press her elbow into the table and prop her fist against her face, looking quite uninterested by all of this. The stranger one the other hand would open a brief case and slide her a manila folder. Intrigued, the girl would remove her elbow from the table in order to open the file. Inside would be three pictures, and three profiles. They all appeared to be of male saiyans. The shadowy man adjacent from her would smile, and fold his hands on the table. “These three men have been a thorn in my organization’s side for quite some time. Rumor has it that they will be attending this establishment tonight. To make a long story short, I need all three dead. You’re a capable combatant, not some waitress! I’m offering you five thousand zeni for each of their tails, you think you can handle that?” Moxie would raise an eyebrow at the offer. She usually wasn’t the type to commit crime, much too high of a chance to get caught, but this was 15,000 zeni for killing all three. She had never seen so much money in her entire life, as short as it has been.
Clearing her throat, she would reply, “If you can prevent the fuzz from finding out, and can pay me, then it’s a deal.” The man would chuckle. “Excellent. They’ll be in here within the next 30 minutes… Be ready.” The man would stand up, and simply walk out of the club. The whole situation would cause a shiver to go down Moxie’s spine, but it wasn’t about killing those guys. Something seemed off, how did this guy know when and where the saiyans were coming? As her logical, briefs family brain would begin to think, she quickly shut herself down, “No, no, no, I’m over thinking it…” Figuring it would take some time for the saiyans to arrive, Moxie decided to serve the table of namekians their order while she waited. Surely enough, after she did this several armored Saiyans would walk into the club. The way they were dressed was quite strange considering this was a nightclub and not a battle field, but maybe that was the reason why Moxie had to kill them.
The girl decided to go with a somewhat direct approach. She would walk right up to the three of them and ask, “Hello, welcome to Majin Booze! Can I get you anything to drink?” One of the saiyans who looked like the boss of the other two would snicker. “Well well well, if it isn’t Moxie herself, the android that’s on the run. We’re here to bring you back to Capsule Corp. for that fat bounty!” The man would grab Moxie’s left arm and being trying to pull her out of the building. It seemed the Saiyans were looking for her the whole time, word of the bounty must have spread. Clenching her right fist, she would right hook the head Saiyan in the jaw, sending him stumbling back a few feet. “Damn it! Your gonna pay for that bitch!” The Saiyans two lackeys would then charge Moxie , the first would land a punch that sent her flying across the club and directly into a liquor counter. Various drinks would splash all over her as she stood up from the ground in embarrassment. This however was the final straw; the various liquors had stained her dress! It was her favorite too! The other Saiyan lacky would fly directly overhead about to swoop down with a punch, but the bio-android would manage to jump out of the way just in time.
At this point, the fight had escalated to where security was called, but they simply didn’t have the right equipment to deal with ki users. Instead the fight would continue to rage on, as patrons would chant “Fight! Fight! Fight!” Two pinkish-red cephalopod-like tentacles would suddenly sprout out of the android’s back, people would gasp at the display of her strange anatomy. The arms would begin to flail about battering the two lackeys that attacked her, but the saiyans weren’t done yet. Their leader would angrily gaze upon her, and fire a beam of green ki from his mouth. Tables, chairs, and even people would be pushed aside by the attack’s force. Closing her eyes and taking a slow breath, Moxie would raise her right hand. Before everyone’s eyes the bean of energy would be sucked inside her open palm. “Smooth moves, but you boys can’t handle me.” The mysterious tentacles would reach across the room grabbing the Saiyan by his torso. “Looks like I’ll just have to absorb you…” Suddenly, the man’s body would turn into a husk of flesh as all his power was sucked from his body. The saiyan’s two lackeys would stand up and start running out of the bar, but each of them would trip over one of the Bio-tentacles. Each would be absorbed…
It seemed her mission had been completed, though the entire club would look at her in astonishment. “Umm… I’ll just go now.” The young girl would quickly run out of the room, feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. Sure, she was happy that she defeated the Saiyans and would get paid, but she didn’t do it in style! She must have looked hideous out there! This would cause her to run out of the building as quickly as possible, dodging security in the process. Eventually, she would start running through the busy streets of Space Vegas attempting to escape security forces and embarrassment, until she would literary run into the shady figure who had given her the job to start with. Panting, she would remark “Alright dude! I did your dirty work, so I need that cash! I’m probably out of a job because of all that too!” The man would simply snicker as he would explain “I wouldn’t worry about a job, but you will be compensated…” He would then hand her fifteen thousand zeni in cash! More than the Bio-android had ever seen in one place. The money was fantastic, and would allow her to live comfortably for some time, but she would still need a job, eventually the money would run out. The man would expand upon what he meant by making her an offer, “Alright, here’s the deal girl. I work for an organization, a very secretive organization at that. We would like to offer you a position as a mercenary within our ranks. You would be well compensated and see far more interesting combatants than in that “Black Glove” establishment.” Moxie would scratch her head. The offer seemed good. She would be able to finally leave this place if she said “Yes”, not that she hated Space Vegas, but would like to travel the galaxy. There was also the consideration of the bounty placed on her head. Dodging the hunters would not be easy without a place to lie low. There was also the promise of more combat, military combat. Hot guys were in militaries, right? That sounded awesome to her! “Well, money, safety, and fun… I guess I’m in!” She would shake the mysterious man’s hand, and would be given a piece of paper with directions. It would read: “Welcome recruit, for your show of prowess and skill you have been awarded this invitation into the Continuum. You do not know who we are, but we know much about who you are. You could be an asset, or you could be a liability. Such is the risk our organization must take when selecting new units. You are now mere solider though, you are a mercenary, our muscle. Know your place, and know your worth. If you seek to discover our place of hiding, go to the eastern space docks at seven o’clock, a young lady will be there to grant you passage to us…”
The letter would end ominously, but the android would follow the directions to a tee, right after getting a coffee from Moon Dollars of course. Can’t stay up this late without coffee! She would meet an elderly lady who would see her onto a small transport ship. This basic vessel would soon enter light speed, shooting off towards the headquarters of the Continuum. What adventures might await the young android next?
It was a cold night at the shipyards of Space Vegas. The air blew softly with a large amount of condensation. Usually whether like this would be terrible for Moxie’s outfit, but for the first time in a long time, she had bigger problems than fashion to worry about. Only a short while ago, she had managed to publicly kill three Saiyans in a nightclub who were after her bounty. The night sky soon became foggy as the young girl would walk around the docks in search of the ride she was supposed to escape on. She was quite fortunate her new employers were resourceful. Which did cause her the beg the question, “Who exactly are these people anyway? I don’t even know what a continuum is!” Moxie would eventually wonder around until she found a metal crate, it would be a good place to sit and wait. It would be midnight soon, her get away would be here any moment now. She felt that she would miss this place, Space Vegas was home to her, and she would be leaving all the sick parties too! Maybe she could pop back in from time to time, this whole thing would blow over eventually right? Yeah! Of course, it would! The dead silence of the docks at night would eventually be broken by the sound of a small ship landing. It was a strange, but quiet advanced looking craft that appeared to be the size of a small house. Not small enough to be a single man fighter, but perhaps large enough to be a smuggling vessel. Steam would blast from vents around the craft, as a door in its side would open. An elderly woman, heavily covered in clothing would slowly walk out towards Moxie. Pointing her finger, the lady would ask, “Are you the android? If so I have orders to give you a ride to a small and remote moon... Follow me child.” The old lady would turn around, and walk back into the medium-sized ship. With a surprised look on her face, Moxie would give a light nod and run forward into the ship.
The inside of the craft would look even better than the outside. It had a simplistic black and green color scheme, very technologically advanced. “Damn, this is nice! If only I had a cocktail...” The old lady would slowly move herself to the pilot’s seat. There, she would flip a few switches causing the ship’s engines to engage. Something Moxie hadn’t noticed before was the headset the woman had been wearing the whole time. The elder would speak, “Command, this is caretaker. Bringing recruit to Rondor 5 for basic training. Have a room ready for when she arrives. Basic training sounded like it would be rough, Moxie had heard about it all the time from military types who use to visit her club. “Basic training? That sounds like a lot of work. But if you guys are still paying...” this would be a big change of pace for the android in all truth. Usually she had to do very minimal physical labor, her previous job just consisted of: serving drinks, waiting tables, and trying to look sexy while doing it. It was simple. Maybe the change would be a fun one? She did like to fight in the Black Glove’s underground ring after all, and she was much stronger than your average person! Yeah, she could do this...
After some time of traveling through space, the ship would suddenly come to a stop. In front of it would be a small, abandoned moon much like earths. The old lady would speak into her communicator again, “Shadow Point, this is Caretaker. The package has arrived.” There would be no response for a moment, but eventually a stoic voice would respond through the speakers “Shadow Point to Caretaker, we’re opening the docking room now, over. You have been cleared to land...” a massive hole would open up in the moon’s ground to reveal a metal chamber. Their ship would be slowly pulled in by a tractor beam to eventually dock inside the metallic bunker. Various lights would turn on around the chamber, and several engineers would walk out to begin working on the ship. The people of this place looked to be much shorter than the humans of earth, strange. “Is that our stop granny?” the young girl would ask gleefully. “Hmph! Insufferable—yes this is your stop. Go speak with Officer Shadow, he will grant you quarters and a uniform. These are going to be the roughest nine weeks of your life!” Moxie knew the old lady was threatening her, but she didn’t feel that intimidated. Walking off the craft she would be greeted by a smaller man in a white lab coat, “Ah your finally here! Come, the officer would love to make your acquaintance…” Moxie would walk through a large underground complex of metallic walls and floors. She would watch men in heavy suits of armor march by wielding massive weapons, the likes of which earthling could only dream of possessing. Eventually, she and her escort would reach an office door. “Right this way madam.” Through the door, Moxie would see a clean and orderly work desk with a tall and muscular man standing behind it. He would clear his throat, “Well, you’ve finally arrived. The continuum has been watching your progress for some time Android B. Or should I say Moxie… Either way, we would use you help. If you want to work with us however, you’ll need to start at the bottom. That means nine weeks of basic training, no whining! No complaints! Do I make myself clear!?” Moxie would chuckle before giving her own “serious” salute. The Officer would groan, “Alright. Your room is down the hall and to the right. Training starts tomorrow…
The next few weeks would be tough for Moxie, she would train and act like a soldier, for about five minutes before turning back into an average teenage girl! She would make fun of the other officer’s names, never do the correct number of pushups, and always sleep through the horn! But, she had still somehow managed to best every other man and woman at the base in combat. It was really a sight to behold. Even the commanding officer’s jaw dropped when he had heard she technically passed with flying colors. This was when moxie had finally gotten two things, her paycheck, and a letter. The letter read as follows:
“Moxie, your skill in combat and tactical prowess has led us to the decision of promoting you to agent status. As an Agent we will be placing you under the direct command of one of our best fighters, Captain MT-772. The soldiers just call him “Appos”. Your job is to report to him, and prove your worth as a fighter. If he is satisfied by your capabilities, then you may have a bright future in our organization. If he is unimpressed, you will be demoted, and sent back to the academy for yet another nine weeks…”
The letter would be signed with a title, The Director. Who the heck was that?
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