PSUFF - A Bleeding Planet

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A Bleeding Planet


I haven't started the writing yet, but I will be upgrading my BB fanfic to PSU. For your pleasure though, here is the important character information before I start. I will be upgrading this post as characters are written in.


Character Archives

Dr. Aroma Harliter
Race: Human.
Class: Ranger.
Weapon: Handgun/Twin Handgun.
Strengths: Knowledge of photon technology, knowledge of cast mechanics, leadership skills and sharpshooting.
Weaknesses: Brute strength, mental strength, phobia of heights.
Appearance: Aroma's general combat outfit is always the same. She has long, crimson hair tied back with a golden clip to fall down her back in layers. Her eyes are amber. She wears a blue, sleeveless, high collared dress that covers her chest and back completely but the skirt goes to one side from the waist, dangling to the side of her left leg. She has a thin, black belt around her waist. Covering her legs is a pair of blue jeans, and black hide boots protect her feet. Attached to her right thigh by thick hide straps is her secondary handgun, holstered. Her primary handgun is always in her left hand.
Weaponry
The Cassius
Type: Handgun
Element: Dark
Power: Medium
Speed: Fast
Bullet: Instant Death
Ammunition: A-Photon Bullets
Cartridge: Twelve
Reload: Fast
Appearance: A gold-plated handgun with fast, black shots.
History: The Cassius was originally designed by a male Newman Fortetechter in the hopes of killing things quickly and more reliably. After realising he didn't really have the accuracy for it he sold it on. Aroma recieved it as a gift during General Kain's courtship of her.

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[COLOR="Black"]A Bleeding Planet


Chapter One
Plug Sockets


"Any safe way for me to tell you your arse looks huge in that dress?"

"Not a single one."

"I'll say nothing then."

Dr. Aroma Harliter turned her head to regard Rejik with her clear blue eyes. Her crimson red hair swept across the back of her head as she did, settling in layers down her back. She pushed a loose strand back behind her ear before looking down at her dress. It made her feel uncomfortable.

It was a shimmering, sapphire blue, glimmering under her touch. She stroked a hand down the fabric, holding out her skirts for examination. The dress went all the way down to her feet, with a slit in one side all the way up to her inner thigh. She shifted the dress, revealing a long, smooth, pale leg and a navy blue dancing slipper. Also, strapped to her thigh with black velcro was her Angelous handgun. The top half of the dress was like a corset, pushing her breasts up so that they seemed much larger than they were. She looked down at her forced cleavage and frowned.

"Stop worrying," Rejik commanded, "you look ridiculously fabulous. I swear you glow when you're proud of yourself."

Aroma stopped surveying her dress to look again at Rejik, "sometimes Reji, you can be quite the charmer."

"And sometimes you have a moustache. There are many things we don't like being broadcast."

In comparison with Aroma's style and dress sense Rejik looked abysmal. He had managed to force himself into a tuxedo, but it was a battle neither of them had escaped unscathed. The bowtie was askew, several buttons had ripped off, revealing much of his blood red armous plating. Even his trousers were too high up. The laces of his shoes were tucked into themselves and a chocolate bar was sticking out of the pocket of the jacket. Aroma sighed, then went to make corrections.

"You know," she began, buttoning up the jacket to hide the mess he had made of his shirt, "if you put a bit more effort into your appearance you could probably find yourself a nice Caseal."

"I need no Caseal, there are plenty of plug sockets around here."

"Ew, Reji!" she slapped his chest playfully and grinned at him, incapable of controlling it. She dragged the bowtie off him and knelt down to sort his shoes for him. Sometimes she felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault his hands were so big he couldn't tie his laces.

"And what Caseal would want a Cast who needs a woman to tie his shoes for him?"

Aroma knew better than to continue the discussion. Instead she simply knotted his laces, then moved up to undo his trousers and lower them.

"Besides, name a Caseal who would simply drop my trousers and have a fiddle like this?"

"Watch yourself Rejik," the Doctor repied icily as she rebuttoned his trousers low enough to cover all of his legs and feet. She came back to full height and pointed a finger at him, "you will not make jokes like that about me, understand?"

"I only wished to say that you are irreplaceable. What woman, Caseal or otherwise, could ever possibly compare to you?"

A grin attached itself to Aroma's face as she threw her arms around his metal throat.

"Okay baby girl, let's get dancing."

"Okay, just one more thing."

She left on his arm, chocolate bar in the other. If she was going to go dancing she intended to have an extra chocolate fix.[/COLOR]

[Kitsadoodles]

Wow, I can tell this is going to be one heck of a PSU party! PSU fanfics will always be cooler if they've got a PSO alter-...fanfic-thing attached to them! Plus, you've got a way with android jokes! Keep up the great work!!!

[Poo Fly]

It's great already, i do love your writing style Taran

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[COLOR="Black"]Chapter Two
Booma Blood Whisky


"I'm not young I'm a Newman. I'll never get any bigger."

The barman was far from a trusting individual. However, in this case, it was rightly so. The girl was tiny and demanding alcohol. Not just any alcohol either, she wanted Booma Blood Whisky.

"Look," he replied in his most calm voice, "you have to have a guardian card that shows you've been cleared for alcohol. Without it I can not serve you."

"Right, so once Dr. Harliter arrives with my card I'll want that Booma Blood Whisky. Have it ready for me."

With one last grimace at the barman Lucy hopped from her barstool, both feet landing on the insides of her skirt. She cursed so violently several people looked at her in disgust. She looked directly at one elderly woman and growled. The woman turned away.

It was always difficult to find people at Lucy's size. She always seemed to be surrounded by much smaller beings. She wasn't even sure if Aroma and Rejik were here yet.

"Looking good little Lucy."

She threw her head back towards the bar where the yellow, tuxedo-clad android Vladimir had just taken a seat. Lucy knew him well. She was a friend of Rejik's, both drinking buddy and fellow poker player. He planted his feet on the ground and put his finger into a small recess on the bartop.

"Electric peanuts," he replied to Lucy's inquiring look, "tasty. It took me a while to get dressed. What do you think?" he tugged on his bowtie nervously.

"You look very nice Vladi. How about me? Do you think I look cute?" she curtseyed to him, holding out her emerald green skirts for display.

"You always look cute little Lucy. Seen Rej about?"

Lucy sighed and dropped her skirts back to her sides, "no. I was hoping to ask you the same. Without Aroma I can't get a whisky."

"Want me to get you one?"

"No, no. I'd rather do it myself. I'll go find them. See you later."

"Wait, wait," Vladimir called after her. She turned back and instantly recognised a man who had just reached the bar. His white hair had been oiled and curled and he was wearing a crimson suit. The sleeves were widened, with gold string acting as cufflinks. The edges of a white shirt came out in ruffled adges from the sleeves of the jacket. His tuxedo was covered in small golden shapes. By the time Lucy had come close enough to head him he was already mid-conversation.

"...watching you Vladimir," he was saying, "with your history it screams of your work. I might not have the evidence now but you better watch your back. Understand me?"

"I did nothing," Vladimir was professing profusely, "I'm not the criminal you think I am."

"Louie," Lucy called up, tugging on Lucieus' jacket. She felt him shudder at such misuse of his name before he turned to look down at her. She grinned up at him. He frowned down at her. Close up she could see the bags around her eyes, he looked exhausted.

"How can I help you Lucy?"

"Well..." Lucy began, dragging out each syllable, "I am looking for Aroma and Rejik. You're still infatuated with her and what's between her legs. Where is she?"

She waited for a moment while he stared at her with his mouth hanging slightly open. However, he regained his composure quickly.

"I am infatuated with all of her, not with any particular part of her. Also, I haven't seen them. How can I claim first dance if I can't find her?"

"Oh, come on Louie you know better than that," Rejik began. lifting Lucy up from behind to tickle her. Lucieus glanced around and, still unable to see Aroma, looked instead at Rejik, "first dance is mine. Always. Second dance is Lucy's. Again always. You might be able to claim third, but you'll have to be fairly fast to get there quick enough. Here's hoping you don't."

"You hate me don't you Rejik?"

"Only sometimes," Rejik replied. Lucy settled into his arms as Rejik turned and walked towards the ballroom. He had dancing shoes and everything, it was time to put them to good use.[/COLOR]

[Kitsadoodles]

After just reading the title, I knew this was going to be a good one! Nice work, once again!

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[COLOR="Black"]Chapter Three
The Ballroom


He could see her dancing, twirling in circles on the dancefloor. Her dress flared out with each spin, skating over the polished floor. If not for that damned robot he would be the one making her smile like that.

For the first dance General Lucieus Kain had decided to stay at his table. Something about Dr. Aroma Harliter had caught his attention and he was not going to let her out of his sight. Rejik was taking her through the first dance while Lucy had claimed Vladimir's attentions. It had been an interesting sight. The childlike Newman had marched straight up to the but yellow android and demanded his escort around the dancefloor. He almost pitied the criminal his clumsy feet, but Lucieus knew him too well to really have any sympathy.

So far he had recieved no such suitor and he was not happy about it.

Even Tafi, his personal attendant, was already dancing. She had done very little to dress herself up. She had extended the skirt that was part of her plating by putting a skirt of purple silk underneath, running down to her feet. The only other decoration was that she had but heels on her feet. She was in the arms of a tall, bald beast with a white waistcoat on. She seemed to be enjoying herself, although you could never quite tell with Tafi.

As he watched them the song changed, the partners switched. He watched as Lucy took over dancing with Aroma. As he was concentrating on her something caught his attention in his peripheral vision. Regrettably he turned his head a little, so he could still see Aroma, but also acknowledge the dark-skinned Newman Tiffany Firebrand, captain of one third of the Guardian collective. He could see that she had put on eye shadow and blusher for the occasion but otherwise she looked much the same as she usually did. Her blouse was navy blue, fairly tight with a high collar and long sleeves. The sleeves and collar were white tipped. Slightly different from her usual dress sense was the knee-length skirt she was wearing. It was also navy blue. She leant forward over the table to address the General, causing one young male to gasp openly and stare blatantly at her backside.

"General," she began, "would you care to dance?"

He let his eyes phase out a little and did his best to ignore her luminous pink hair as he let his attention wander back to Aroma. She had Lucy up in her arms as she wandered around the edges of the dancefloor. She was twirling and spinning the little Newman around in her arms, teasing her like a child.

"Why not honour the little voyeur brat behind you," the General droned out, not taking his eyes off the red haired beauty, "I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"I'd rather dance with you."

"Well we don't always get what we want do we? Now if you'll excuse me I have somebody to dance with."

Rushing past Tiffany Lucieus headed up onto the dancefloor, walking so fast he might as well have ran. However, as his feet slid along the dancefloor he saw her dance away from him in the arms of Vladimir. Silently seething, he stopped on the outskirts of the dancefloor as the couples danced around him and sighed.

"General Kain, could we have a word with you in private please. Off the record."

"I am not employing my rank at current. Also, there is no record for off the record conversations. This means that everything, even that intended as off the record will in fact be recorded on the record as on the record."

"As verbally stunning as that was we have something far more important for you to hear. Something terrible has happened, we need to borrow your armies."

Instantly Lucieus dragged his eyes away from Aroma.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR="Black"]A Bleeding Planet


Chapter Four
Kain's Office

As he leant against his office door, cooling the back of his head against the metal surface, Lucieus Kain reviewed the deal he had just made.

The Beast that had accosted him was called Aramus Maotauri, part of the Moatoob Beast Collective. Something very ugly was going to happen and he knew he could do nothing about it. All Guardians were under orders to submit to the orders of the Allied Military Force, the Communion of Gurhal or the Moatoob Beast Collective. It was a rule every Guardian detested, but grudgingly obeyed.

He had to tell somebody. Who though? Who could actually do anything about it?

"Louie!" as the muffled voice of Dr. Harliter came through the door several violent knocks made him jump away from the door in surprise, "Louie," the voice continued, "why did you leave the...oh let me in will you?"

Lucieus turned and dragged the door open in the same movement. In came Aroma. Half striding and the rest falling. He knelt and caught her in his arms, recieving an arm in the face for his trouble.

"Off the breasts!" she commanded, making him yelp and drag his right arm from where it had fallen on her chest. To his surprise, his hand was immediately replaced with both of hers when, looking down to examine herself, she pushed her breasts up and stated, "they're mine."

Carefully looking away as Aroma continued to examine how different her breasts could look Lucieus' mind again strayed to the aggresive intellect of Aramus Moatauri.

"Stop thinking Louie," Aroma near-shouted to take back his attention. As he looked back towards her he realised she had left his arms to crawl on her hands and knees across his carpeted floor to a bottle of wine laid on its side. She rolled over once she reached the bottle and, failing to move the cork with her fingers, attacked it with her teeth, "I thought," she began through chewing at the cork, "since you...left...the party...don't you have a corkscrew?"

She handed him the bottle and dragged herself up using his arm when he accepted it from her.

With an almighty thud Rejik came through the door and collapsed face first on the floor. The shockwave sent Aroma and Lucieus straight back to the floor.

"I'm not drunk," Rejik announced, face still pressed to the carpet.

"Reji!" Aroma called triumphantly, "open this for me," and she rolled the wine bottle towards him.

Without raising his head he lifted both hands, lifting the bottle with his right. He turned over and sat up, bringing up his left hand to the cork. The middle finger opened, revealing a corkscrew attachment that drilled itself into the cork.

He stumbled back to his feet, dragged the cork out and passed the bottle to Aroma. In the same action he took a footstep too high, loosing the balance on his back foot and falling crashing through the General's desk.

Lucieus was furious. He gathered his breath to shout, then expelled the breath again when his eyes fell on the sight outside. Aramus had attacked early.

"I still refuse to believe I'm drunk," and with that the Guardians Colony was hit, sending the Colony rocking and making cracks in Lucieus' window.[/COLOR]

[Poo Fly]

great portrayal of drunkenness!

[colohue]

Hehe, award.

Aramus = bob