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Renee's motorcycle roared into the old lot. She had been reluctant to come over at first but, after much thought, decided that the robot was either dead in the locked closet or long gone. She unpacked her air brushing kit from the saddle bag. Today, relaxing from the extreme stress yesterday had brought, she would re-paint props for the play and maybe make some modifications to the droid. She slung it over her shoulder and walked in without worry.
Nos froze. He was in the middle of the walkway. His eyes were trained on the familiar wide- eyed girl. She stepped forward, pulling a heavy looking bag off her shoulder and hefted it up. He started to back away, the look of defiance in her eyes startlingly familiar, and then stopped. His hand was partly raised in nervous apprehension to ward off an oncoming attack. He curled his fingers into a fist. He might spare her, but boy it was going to be fun to watch her squirm in pain. Such weak carbon- based life forms, always stumbling over themselves. He advanced on her, cold hard scarred metal. He didn't have the usual small army or even one minion but that hadn't stopped him on Canis Lunis and it wouldn't stop him now.
He was starting to scare Renee now. As he came closer she shook furiously. The odd miss-matched looking robot got closer and she stepped further back. Renee stumbled backward and brushed the door handle. She grabbed it firmly. At that moment Nos lurched forward. He snagged the back of the teen's jacket and lifted her off the floor. He brought her face close to his, her strangled breaths unnaturally loud.
She looked almost goofy, like a drowning cat. He looked down. She had dropped the bag and now held a canister of neon yellow paint. She flung it into his face, popping the cap off with her thumb claw. "Gaaah!" He shrieked animally. He dropped her onto the hard carpet below and rubbed frantically at his eyes. Yellow smears obscured his vision and something remotely like pain washed across his eyes, a stinging sensation of receptors reacting to the liquid. The yellow paint stained across his hand.
Renee took her chance with the precious few seconds and ran towards the back. She snatched a curtain rod off the stage and pole vaulted into the aisle again. By then the paint was out of Nos's eyes for the most part. He looked around, stunned by the sudden action, and turned towards the back. A pole was less than an inch from his dented face. "Any last words?" She shoved the rod closer.
Spunky. "Nothing better than the last three times, I suppose." He pushed it out of his face and to the side calmly, and she did not make a counter gesture to put it back into place. The girl could be useful. He saw, frowning down upon her, a twinkle of curious, excited light. It was not unfamiliar, many small children who had caught glimpses of him had had the same look, and yet this coming from a girl of fifteen it had a surprising intensity.
"You don't scare me…" She sneered with false vigor. She was tiring mentally, it was obvious, and she was terrified.
"That may be a good thing." He said.
"What are you getting at?" She lowered the rod further.
"I really doubt that's important now." A certain amount of charismatic charm crept into his voice and it softened.
"Answers metal head, now." She raised her defenses again.
"But shouldn't we introduce ourselves first?" He was going for friendly/ casual now, and it was working. The girl was weak to his charms. The vampire could mesmerize more than robots, it appeared.
"The names…" She hesitated. "Renee." The threat faded from the air altogether.
"Excellent, Nos-4-a2." He said it proudly, as he had done on that first mission in Star Command as an introduction.
"What?"
"My name is Nos-4-a2." He corrected.
"Oh." She smiled reluctantly. "You really are good at those first impressions, aren't you?"
He settled towards the floor leisurely. "Sure sure… and you're fine at them yourself."
Renee laughed. It was a sweet, natural sound. "Well, I don't take lightly to crazed robots attacking me like some sort of deranged horror movie escapee."
He laughed back. "At that I think you've got me summed up."

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Renee's motorcycle roared into the old lot. She had been reluctant to come over at first but, after much thought, decided that the robot was either dead in the locked closet or long gone. She unpacked her air brushing kit from the saddle bag. Today, relaxing from the extreme stress yesterday had brought, she would re-paint props for the play and maybe make some modifications to the droid. She slung it over her shoulder and walked in without worry.
Nos froze. He was in the middle of the walkway. His eyes were trained on the familiar wide- eyed girl. She stepped forward, pulling a heavy looking bag off her shoulder and hefted it up. He started to back away, the look of defiance in her eyes startlingly familiar, and then stopped. His hand was partly raised in nervous apprehension to ward off an oncoming attack. He curled his fingers into a fist. He might spare her, but boy it was going to be fun to watch her squirm in pain. Such weak carbon- based life forms, always stumbling over themselves. He advanced on her, cold hard scarred metal. He didn't have the usual small army or even one minion but that hadn't stopped him on Canis Lunis and it wouldn't stop him now.
He was starting to scare Renee now. As he came closer she shook furiously. The odd miss-matched looking robot got closer and she stepped further back. Renee stumbled backward and brushed the door handle. She grabbed it firmly. At that moment Nos lurched forward. He snagged the back of the teen's jacket and lifted her off the floor. He brought her face close to his, her strangled breaths unnaturally loud.
She looked almost goofy, like a drowning cat. He looked down. She had dropped the bag and now held a canister of neon yellow paint. She flung it into his face, popping the cap off with her thumb claw. "Gaaah!" He shrieked animally. He dropped her onto the hard carpet below and rubbed frantically at his eyes. Yellow smears obscured his vision and something remotely like pain washed across his eyes, a stinging sensation of receptors reacting to the liquid. The yellow paint stained across his hand.
Renee took her chance with the precious few seconds and ran towards the back. She snatched a curtain rod off the stage and pole vaulted into the aisle again. By then the paint was out of Nos's eyes for the most part. He looked around, stunned by the sudden action, and turned towards the back. A pole was less than an inch from his dented face. "Any last words?" She shoved the rod closer.
Spunky. "Nothing better than the last three times, I suppose." He pushed it out of his face and to the side calmly, and she did not make a counter gesture to put it back into place. The girl could be useful. He saw, frowning down upon her, a twinkle of curious, excited light. It was not unfamiliar, many small children who had caught glimpses of him had had the same look, and yet this coming from a girl of fifteen it had a surprising intensity.
"You don't scare me…" She sneered with false vigor. She was tiring mentally, it was obvious, and she was terrified.
"That may be a good thing." He said.
"What are you getting at?" She lowered the rod further.
"I really doubt that's important now." A certain amount of charismatic charm crept into his voice and it softened.
"Answers metal head, now." She raised her defenses again.
"But shouldn't we introduce ourselves first?" He was going for friendly/ casual now, and it was working. The girl was weak to his charms. The vampire could mesmerize more than robots, it appeared.
"The names…" She hesitated. "Renee." The threat faded from the air altogether.
"Excellent, Nos-4-a2." He said it proudly, as he had done on that first mission in Star Command as an introduction.
"What?"
"My name is Nos-4-a2." He corrected.
"Oh." She smiled reluctantly. "You really are good at those first impressions, aren't you?"
He settled towards the floor leisurely. "Sure sure… and you're fine at them yourself."
Renee laughed. It was a sweet, natural sound. "Well, I don't take lightly to crazed robots attacking me like some sort of deranged horror movie escapee."
He laughed back. "At that I think you've got me summed up."