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Titles are hard

WHO: Omega, Tony the Mothcat and whoever's in Sh'Ka
WHERE: Sh'Ka
WHAT: Not getting into any trouble, honest!
WHEN: During the Apocalypse in Temba
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose pref!

i. General Exploration
Omega hadn't meant for her trip to the other city to be as long as it was, but there was nothing to do about the train being inoperational, nor the comms ceasing to send out. She could only hope that Echo wasn't worrying too much about her absence, but she'd been sure to let him know where she was going beforehand at the very least, and she wasn't alone. There had been others aboard the train at the time. Maybe they're still around.

Even knowing that there are others from Temba here in Sh'Ka, it's still an entire city. Things are still quiet, and the young clone tries to remember to be cautious as she goes about her exploring. She fancies herself out patrolling, wandering along the streets, keeping nearer to buildings. At times she comes to a halt by the edge of a wall, holding up a fist the way someone would signal for a halt to their troops. Except the only one with her is a rambunctious little mothcat on a harness who never fails to leap on ahead, oblivious to her intents. And with a sigh and a shake of her head, Omega could only follow after. "Tony, we're definitely going to have to work on some things."

ii. Estate
It was the mothcat who noticed the activity at the estate. Perking, Tony hadn't waited to take off like a little kite gliding along with the girl trailing behind him. He'd started to take to the harness, which at least assured Omega that the flying fuzzball would stay within sight. The last thing she wants is have Jon get mad at her for not looking after the mothcat.

"Whoa... what's going on here?" she marvels, spying the grounds-keeping robots as they buzz about their work. She's never seen any droids like these before. After catching Tony making an attempt at pouncing the busy bots, she decides to keep a hold of him as she enters the estate building itself.

It's not a building she's ventured into during her previous visits, but it's definitely more lively with all the robots at work. It puts her at ease, even if they aren't very talkative. She might wear herself out following them as they go about setting up furniture, so if one doesn't catch her poking about after them, perhaps they'll come upon her napping on a pile of bedding left in one of the rooms with a mothcat curled up beside her.

iii. Target Practice
With danger of falling leaves and so many trees around, it was difficult to find a suitable spot for practicing with her bow. Omega finally settles for using the quarry. She's chalked out some wibbly targets here and there along varying levels where she could find a decent surface that jutted up. To hopefully keep Tony busy, she's found him a box from the estate to play in. Hopefully the robots won't miss it.

The girl extends her energy bow, taking aim at one of the farther targets before pulling back and then releasing a shot of violet energy. She makes a slight face as it clips the edge of the target. She's out of practice and can only imagine what Echo would say.

iv. Wildcard
Choose your own adventure!

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Not that bad huh? Which one? The pet or... Ah, there's the answer. This one. Reeve just sighed while Mini toppled over in shock. Not that the small creature could normally upset the relatively heavy form of the doll, but the shock did a lot to throw Mini's own balance off.

"Ah, I see what you mean," he noted as Mini let itself be pinned, clearly concerned about hurting the mothcat.

"Is there a good way to separate it from my companion without either of them being harmed?"

"Aye and make it quick lassie!" Mini added.

Tony seemed quite pleased with himself for landing such a big target that he wasn't quite sure what the next step should be. His wings fanned out to help him keep his balance, and he meowed loudly as Mini spoke up.

Omega was momentarily surprised by what had come around the corner. Cats themselves weren't exactly a common sort of creature anywhere she'd been. "Ah- right! Here, I don't think he means any harm." She stepped over to the two, crouching down. "Tony?" she said, just to make sure she had the mothcat's attention. His ears swiveled as he tried pawing at Mini's face. "That's enough, all right? Come here." She leaned in to carefully detach the mothcat, who thankfully had not dug in with claws but gave an inquiring prrt? as she picked him up.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" Omega asked as she looked to Mini, holding out a hand to him.

Well, that was good enough. The offered hand was absolutely accepted by the robot-doll, and he used it as balance to get his legs back under him so he could stand. Back up on his feet he dusted himself off and then checked to make sure that his green cape was still neat and not too dusty.

Reeve, well, he had to chuckle at the sight.

"Don't worry that Tony dealt any serious harm," Reeve said with a smile. "Mini has a robotic form under the cloth and stuffing."

"Aye, but ah dinnae wanna be patch work! And thankee lassie. That wee beast o' yah's is a feisty one."

"Robotic?" Omega blinked, looking from Reeve to Mini as she readjusted her arms around an all too curious mothcat. "Kind of like a droid, you mean? I've never seen anyone like you before though," she observed with a smile.

"Your name's Mini?" she asked. "I'm Omega." She spoke with an accent of her own, stretching vowels out in different ways than Mini's. "And you've met Tony. He's very curious. I'm sure he just wants to make friends."

"Not quite like a droid. BB-8 and his kind are far more complicated in their robotics than Mini is. He... Is more like a person but whose skeleton is more like a robot."

It's the best explanation he could get into without confusing people like he often did.

"Aye, ah'm Mini. And it's niceta met cha, lassie. Ya wee pet is much like Tony himself."

Reeve nodded agreement.

"Or yourself, Mini. But we are sorry we scared you, Miss Omega."

"Wow... You must be pretty sturdy then," Omega mused as she smiled then. She had to laugh as Mini made his observation, watching as Tony stretched out his paws as though to try reaching Mini from where he was held in the girl's arms.

"He's not my pet really. More of a patrol partner." Her expression twisted into something of an amused one. "Although he does end up being more of a handful than a helpful scout," she admitted. She shook her head at Reeve then. "It's okay. I'm kind of glad to see more people around."

"Ah quite," Mini assured her, sounding very proud. The cat, though, moved to stand a little bit back behind Reeve's leg for safety. Not that he needed it of course.

That the thing was a patrol partner was shocking though. She looked so young. A comment he kept to himself for now.

"Does he have some way to communicate that he sees something, beyond pouncing?"

Omega readjusted her hold around the mothcat, who finally relented and shifted around to allow for a hug as he peered over her shoulder for anything that might be interesting in that direction.

"No. Well, maybe if you watch his body language. He crouches down and his tail starts moving," she says, stooping a bit to demonstrate, holding a hand out to twitch back and forth as she explains the movement of Tony's tail. "Or his ears go up and he just keeps looking around for whatever caught his attention."

"So his body language is a lot like that of a real cat," Reeve observed, and Mini made a tsking sound. Like he was offended at some implication that his body language wasn't cat like. There was even an irritated lashing to his tail now, one that would be easily read by those familiar with feline body language.

"I'm glad you have someone to work with when you're out. What about a weapon to defend yourself with?"

Omega shrugged. "I guess. I haven't seen many creatures back where I'm from, but I'm pretty sure I've never seen a cat before." Still she couldn't help but smile a little as she saw the familiar signs reflected in Mini's behavior.

"Oh, I have a weapon," she said, letting Tony glide down to the ground as she reached back for the compacted frame slung behind her. She slipped the cuff around her left wrist, tapping at a button with her right hand which promptly activated the the violet line of energy that took place of a bowstring as the limbs swung out from their folded position.

Never seen a cat? How strange to hear that. And yet, with all the weird things he's heard before, should he be surprised?

As for the weapon, Reeve stared in shock. What a thing that was. In some ways it would fit in well back home. Except, you know, for the energy.

"How does it work?"

"It has a power pack. This is plasma energy, I think. You draw it with this part here, and it automatically forms the beam for the projectile."

Omega pointed out the parts before she looked off towards a wall across from them, lifting the bow and drawing it back to demonstrate. She let the violet bolt fly, and when it hit it instantly dissipated, leaving only the vague red glow of an already cooling mark and a blackened singe.

Reeve actually jumped back a step when he saw the blast going, and was left staring at the singe mark. Plasma, huh?

"Like fire itself. But concentrated."

The girl looked a little sheepish that she'd actually startled him. She let the bow arms contract again, shutting off the flow of power.

"I guess? I'm pretty sure it's what blaster rifles shoot too. Echo would know better, I think." She smiled again. "He's the one who taught me how to use this."

"I've never seen a weapon like that," Reeve answered, chuckling. He figured Scarlet would absolutely drool over these. "I'm more of a magic user, though I am trained in guns. Just, uh, those with projectiles instead of plasma. How intriguing."

"Magic? Like...the Force? Or is this a different magic?" Omega remembered Ezra trying to explain. "All my brothers use guns. Sometimes knives. But mostly guns. But I guess that's to be expected when they're all soldiers."

"A different form of magic," he answered with a nod. She had been correct to ask that. He'd learned some things from Force users, at least from discussion, and none of it made sense to him, not really.

"In my world, there was a different meaning to the world 'soldier' and those it applied to didn't use guns. But I was lucky for having access to my magic here, instead of relying on the Agrii guns, which worry me."

"Different? How so? They aren't people trained to be military?" She wasn't quite sure how else it would apply. "I guess it doesn't have to be a gun so much as a weapon." She tilted her head.

"Is there something wrong with their weapons? Other than that you probably need certain instructions to use them?"

"There are, but they are infantry or something else," Reeve explained. "As for the other weapons, Soldiers tended to specialize in those. They were an elite force of fighters. But I suppose others do as well. I know a girl that does large shurikens."

Ah, the Agrii weapons. Reeve had heard of what they do.

"You need the Agrii Security point for the weapons here, or they can go bad."

"Oh... I guess my brothers would be classified as an elite force. They were only called in to do missions whenever things got difficult. But most of their gear was standard issue for clone troopers." A blink. "What's a shuriken?"

Omega sighed a little, nodding. She'd figured it would take a particular data point- not that she'd really thought about taking up Security. "Like everything else around the city."

"Clone troopers?" Reeve asked, and he was a touch nervous to hear that term used.

"A shuriken is sort of a specialized throwing weapon. I could draw you a picture if you want."

And yes, like everything around hte city.

There was a palpable pause at that, Omega glancing almost cautiously at Reeve as she tucked her weapon away and stooped down to collect Tony again. Jon and Tony- the human one, had reacted rather strongly on the subject of clones. It was obvious she was reluctant to explain, for fear of a similar backlash, but she finally offered a small nod.

"We're all clones," she put forth, not that she'd ever thought it a bad thing to be what they were. It wasn't like they could help it.

"A picture would be helpful. My brother throws a knife pretty well, but I'm sure if you'd meant one you would've just called it a knife."

Interesting. Reeve wasn't used to seeing one so... young. Of course his 'experience' with clones' was quite different from that Tony and Jon might possess. And he wouldn't begin to hold what she might or might not be against her.

"Well, if I can find somewhere to sit down, I could sketch it for you."

Omega seemed to relax then, nodding at Reeve before looking around. "There are probably lots of places we can do that." She paused, her eyes drifting upwards towards the trees across from them. "Just maybe not under any trees," she suggested. She'd seen what had resulted from falling leaves.

The trees. Reeve winces at hte memory of the leaf that would have hit him if it hadn't been for the Soldat.

"That is a very good idea. Perhaps inside."

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