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RP: 188604 [188604] Trust Nobody Not Even Yourself

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188604
Section 6 Hangar

Akemi watched as the diplomatic shuttle took off with a look of consternation. Had Jack Pine really treated him like a first-class citizen? Akemi was more than something so simple as a citizen of this great Empire he himself had been helping build for Uso long before the Pines presided on their throne of bronze.

"It's amazing where people get off..." Akemi murmured, thinking to those that had the audacity to put him in someone else's place. He knew where he belonged, though, and that was enough for the little mewser. He patted one of the hulls of a shuttle he was to be board in a few short minutes while his small entourage of a beautiful, pale, and icy haired woman that was in truth a Douryo and a Dennis combat droid, which was quite apparently just that.

Akemi had some need for a quick and thorough inspection of the Section 6 hangar, which he was unable to really get to do as he was given the run around by S6's people. One place he did manage to finagle his way into was the break room, which could yield interesting results, though he didn't pre-conceive that it would in the least. Regardless, he came into it with his two bot buds.
 
"Oh, come off it, it's not that bad. You never heard me steaming over cramped quarters. I should be the one miffed about havin' to lug you about!"

There seemed to be a rather tall, rather loud, rather blonde woman in the break room. Shouting at a...gun? She was wearing the standard Section 6 uniform, black and red, with a tiny cap atop her short bob of a haircut. While something about her just seemed off, the firearm laid out across her hands was much easier to identify as weird and out of place. Too long to be a handgun, no forward rifle grip, a revolver cylinder next to an energy weapon clip. Two stubby barrels? And why was it glowing so brightly?

The blonde woman turned towards Akemi and his personal posse as they entered. "Oi, Tweedledum and Tweedledumber, piss off! And take the ruddy kid with you. This is a proper official Section 6 facility, not a bloody daycare!" She made a show of flicking the strange gun to one hand, twirling it around, then hefting it up to rest it over one shoulder in a practiced, almost mechanically precise manner, giving the trio a pleased smirk.
 
"I did not expect it to be this... limiting..." the gun said in a familiar female robotic voice. "I am not even capable of effeciently moving- AAAAA!" the firearm yelped as it was flicked, twirled, and brought up to her shoulder.
 
"Hey now," Akemi said as he began to hear strained yelling. "I'm sure I or one of my buddies can help a bit. Do you need to soul tranfer, maybe? What's going on with you?" He had been looking towards the odd and almost misshapen weapon and then up to the bombshell, "If you require any assistance, as well, I can arrange something privately."
 
The blonde glanced aside at the gun leaning over her shoulder. "Of course you can't bloody move, you're a gun!" Maybe this explained why Essex was always so irritable? Although, she wasn't a gun at the moment, and she was still acting up, so...

"Already did a transfer, ya prat. We're doin' a proper experiment. Real official-like." She puffed herself up a bit. "...who're you again? I'm the security specialist here and you and your metal mates don't make me feel too secure..." She hrmphed, narrowing her eyes, itchy finger near that gun's hair trigger...
 
"Oh, I'm Akemi!! Koga Akemi," he said, swaying his hips a little bit as he put his hands on them. "These two pals of mine are mostly around because I don't have the likes of you to help a guy like me out. You see, we need to go on a diplomatic mission of sorts to a place to secure Uso's ties in the region. We need to do that to make sure her sovereignty is not diminished by those looking for her crown. Are you... Uh... Down?" He had gotten distracted by the gun, "Can she come along? I've always wanted to have a deep heart to heart with an inanimate object."
 
"Huh? The guy from the commercials?" Her finger moved away from the trigger after a moment of consideration. "...thought you'd be taller." Essex knew he had some sort of official connection to USO, but had never really had a reason to learn more. "Oi, I'm diplomatic as hell, right Chlo?"

She uncurled her arm to deploy the gun again, giving it a little shake. Before finally using her free hand to manually open one side panel. "Use the bloody display. Or the volumetrics!" Essex looked back over at the strange little man. "An object? Your ruddy timing's off, mate."

Her volumetric disguise flickered off, revealing the all white robot hidden underneath, single red eye twinkling. "Usually I'm the one on firearms duty and she's faffin' about on these...what d'ya call 'em? Oh yeah, feet." The robot bent over a bit to peer down at its new legs, wiggling rubbery toes.
 
Akemi was taken aback by the pale white robot's demeanor, saying sharply, "You are pretty neato!" He looked to the gun, "You two switch around bodies? I've always liked the idea of that, like when Hanako met up with her previous self and, after some private time, they coalesced. Ever think you two will do that? It's probably a pretty good experience. I'm happy you're diplomatic, I can tell already that you are. You've put me at ease, and that's hard to do while you have a sentient gun in your hands!"
 
"You are very skilled at talking," commented Chlorate to Essex. The gun played a sound that made it sound like Chlorate had fallen over when Essex shook the gun even though her physical body wasn't actually falling. On the touch screens it appeared that Chlorate's usual robotic avatar had tripped and crashed into the bottom of the screen, followed by her dizzily getting up. The panels moved and jerked as Chlorate tried to find some way to propel her gun body with a lack of legs. "Does this form not seem a bit restrictive?" Chlorate asked Essex from inside the gun. "What do you normally do for..." she blinked, recalling the word Mark had transferred his knowledge to her about. "Foon? Fun! Yes, fun! What do you normally do for fun inside this firearm?"
 
"I'm bloody brilliant, I am." With that, the disguise shimmered back into existence, although slightly altered. Now she was clad in a short skirt and sleeveless top, with her blonde hair now long enough to be tied up in two gravity-defying pigtails. A uniform straight out of Akemi's, which she'd found rather amusing, during the last few seconds of research. "Coa..? Bloody hell, I might be partial to Chlo here, but I'm not gettin' mixed up with her any time soon." She grimaced and shook her head.

Peering down at the confused image on the display, she chuckled. "Very restrictive. S'why I thought this whole robot idea was the dog's bollocks." Essex smirked. "Fun? Usually I yell at people. Shoot things. Yell at things. Shoot people."
 
"Well," Akemi said astutely, "that's a perfect way to be! We've got to get outta this cramped break room and off the planet to go secure some holdings for Uso, likely to be named after me. Are you two down to have a bit of an adventure? I can't say that you'll definitely be able to yell at people and shoot them, but who knows those types of things for real, anyway?"
 
"I don't seem to be able to shoot at all..." Chlorate remarked, trying to fire the gun. Chlorate heard Akemi, and responded "Well, I would like to go on an adventure... but... err... Essex... I believe I require your assistance to... move me..." she said, sounding embarrassed and visibly blushing with a black blush on her cheeks on the screen.
 
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She hmmed at that offer. "...well...gotta be more laughs than gatherin' dust around here." With a nod Essex changed outfits and hairstyles again, now wearing some sort of safari getup with matching pith hat. At the repeated electronic firing requests pinging her from that handgun, she peered down at it. "Can't go shootin' around for no reason, luv. I point, click, and then you get to pop your top, got it?" She snickered quietly.

"Fine, fine, you carted me around on our last trip..." She shrugged, holding the oversized handgun out in front of her, pointed towards the ground, adjusting the screen so it would point upwards where it was somewhat easier to see. Chlorate still hadn't figured out the volumetrics, it seemed, which wasn't too surprising. That firearm had way too many complicated systems installed in it.
 
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