Pokémon: The Zeta Emergence (OOC Thread)

I did not make this. This much should be obvious. If I had even the slightest modicum of artistic talent I would be drawing an original appearance for my character instead of ripping of Naoto Shirogane's. I would probably make an original one altogether, but this picture... it just feels so appropriate.

The discussion between the alien and mob thug was quickly interrupted by muffled shouts from upstairs, followed by a thunderous rumbling and the dull roar of several footsteps from above. The sound soon became louder and louder, the rythmic pounding from above drawing closer until it could be heard echoing down the stairway. Two men suddenly filed down the stairs before splitting off and standing in attention on either side of the stairwell, grasping large, exotic looking black rifles. THey bore no barrel, but rather a thick rod at their end, which occasionally gave a bright blue spark and an electric crackle. The two men were garbed in the same armour, which consisted of dark, rusty red plates of some unidentifiable form of metal. The plates were smooth, polished and were streamlined to the point where the soldiers looked more like giant bugs armoured in chitin soaked in blood. Their faces were hidden behind reflective visors, making it seem as though there wasn't actually anything inside these imposing suits of armour. With a sudden war cry, more of the armoured soldiers flooded down the stairs, taking a place on either side of the stairway before standing with the same disciplined stillness as the first two. THere was a brief, a very, very brief period of dead silence before one of the soldiers, presumably one of the ones at the stairwell instead of one of the soldiers on the stairs, bellowed at the top of his lungs, the order coming out of his helmet in a loud, synthesized voice.

"Crimson Storm Company... SALUTE!" As the order was barked out, the soldiers all took their rifles and threw them over their shoulders, the weapons somehow sticking to the back of their armour as if attached by magnets. A roll of red carpet suddenly barreled down the stairs, rolling out as it went and finally reaching its end shortly before it would've hit the table. Once the carpet was fully rolled out, the soldiers reached for their hips, grasping a small metal disc. With what seemed to be a simple flick of the wrists, a long, saber-like blade burst out from the discs, and the soldier's hands quickly flicked to the side, allowing a hilt to come out of the discs' other end. The soldiers grasped their new weapons and held them up high towards eachother, creating an archway of crossed steel all the way down the stairs. All of this was done in a matter of seconds, and the lifting of the swords was accompanied by a unanimous, robust roar of "HAIL JAMESON!"

There was once again silence in the room, until there was suddenly a soft pinging noise. A small, red plastic ball suddenly bounced down the stairway, rolling as it reached the floor and slowly making its way to rest by Calignus's foot. "No wait! Come back, Ball!" A little girl's voice suddenly shouted. A small girl with pastel violet hair cut in a short pixie cut suddenly ran down the stairs in a panic, her hands covered in dark purple mittens that matched the two cat ears poking out of her hair and the long, fuzzy tail that was flailing about from under her frilly, white and blue party dress. The girl didn't seem to pay attention to any of the people in the room, be they soldier, alien, dragon or demon. Instead, she made a beeline for her ball, picking it up from Calignus' side and hugging it tightly to her body. "Baaaalll... I TOLD you not to go talk to strangers...." She scolded it in a whining voice before looking up and noticing everyone else in the room. "Um... hi..." She said shyly, raising a mittened hand and sheepishly waving.

If the soldiers took any notice or offense to the little girl, they did not show it, instead maintaining their salute as if nothing happened.

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The little girl looked up at Calignus, clutching her ball tighter. "Hello Mr. Calignus, Sir." She said quietly. "Mommy should be down here any moment now, if that's who you're looking for."

A set of voices could be heard as more steps sounded through the stairway. A harsh male voice seemed to be snapping various commands and orders, and as it grew louder, its comments became much easier to understand.

"-and there is no use skulking off and hiding, either. Good posture man, you have made the Mistress Karen proud. And do not think of switching your identification tags and armour with another. I want to see some more spit and polish on that breastplate, madam. We are trying to make a favourable impression. In the time you took to fumble that ball, I recorded every physical feature about you down to the mole on your left hip. Straighten up soldier, eyes forward, good. Stay that way. And let me assure you, Unit-066, if something happened to Mistress Violet's ball, I will personally see to it that you are subjected to a week's worth of physical pain so outright horrific that you will NEVER be able to fully recover from it psychologically. Lift that weapon a little bit higher, lad, you almost gave me a shave! And so help me, if anything happened to Mistress Violet herself, you will be wishing something happened to her ball instead..."

A tall, rather young looking woman with long, red hair marched down the stairs, the two coattails of her tight red leather jacket hanging behind her. And it was probably a thankful thing, too, for she was wearing equally tight black pants, and more than a few of the soldiers on the stairs breifly broke their attention in an attempt to view how it complimented her rump, only for the coattails to obscure the view. Her hands were clasped behind her back, but she soon brought them out as she stepped down to the floor, tugging on her white gloves to make sure they were as snug as they could be and securing the large and yellow flared cuffs of her jacket. The catgirl immediately ran to the woman, hugging her leg tightly, but she paid the girl no mind, looking at each villain present. Her natural left eye gave a piercing gaze as the light of her red, cybernetic one burned fiercly, cutting through whatever gloom may have been in the room in an eerie manner similar to a Borg drone.

Three more individuals were right behind the woman, two of them keeping a rhythmic pace while the last stumbled in a hurry. At the woman's right was what would been assumed to be a man, were it not for the fact that he towered over the woman at front, and for that matter, just about everyone else in the room. He was tall, but not overly large and musclebound. He wore a snappy black uniform, with silver cufflinks and rope-like decoration. His blonde hair was slicked back, but still showed itself to be light and feathery, and it was tied back into a neat, organized ponytail with nary a strand out of place. He kept a black officer's hat tucked under his arm, and given his stern expression and authoritative air, he seemed to have been the one that was shouting commands and orders all the way down. His features were sharp, angular and unyielding, granting the impression that he was carved from stone. Giant though he was, he actually took notice on the little girl, giving her a surprisingly gentle smile and gesturing for her to come to his side. The catgirl was quick to oblidge, running over to the officer and gripping his leg like she would be blown away if she showed any sign of letting go.

The woman at the lead's other side could've passed for her twin, bearing many of the same facial features and sharing many of the same alluring curves, made all the more evident by a dark blue catsuit that hugged her body at all of the right places. However, it was clear the two were not the same. The woman in the body suit had skin that was a pale, powdery blue, and it had a metallic sheen to it that suggest she was some sort of highly advanced android. Her irises of her eyes were a bright, neon blue, glowing even in the light, further evidence of her inhuman nature. Her completely white hair was kept in a very long braid that went down to the small of her back, and metal wires could be seen among the mass, making it look like a family of steel, blue and white snakes had been tied together. Various metal plates hung from her suit, providing what was presumably basic protection to her extremities only. A bright violet scarf was tied around her waist like a dancer's sash, and it was lined with several shiny metal tokens of seemingly no value. The metal woman didn't even bother recognising anyone in the room, simply staring forward and only looking away to occasionally and briefly shoot a glance over to the uniformed man.

The final entrant looked much like the previous soldiers, although his armour was a dull grey, looked far less intimidating, and wasn't nearly as polished. A white 066 was painted onto the breastplate, but aside from that he was about as undescribable as the other soldiers. He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the girl and her ball appeared to be unharmed, and he took his place alongside the soldier on the left side of the stairwell. Yet another difference between this soldier and the others was noted. This one was completely unarmed.

"At ease." The woman in the lead firmly stated. As soon as the words left her mouth, the soldiers all took their weapons down. The blades retracted back into discs and found themselves back at their owners' hips. Some of the men simply adapted an eased, casual stance, while others felt it necessary to take their rilfes back out, although none of them lifted their weapons or took a stance that could be considered anything but neutral.

The lead woman looked back at the man at her right, gesturing towards a chair with her head. Without question, the man patted the catgirl on the head, motioning for her to let go before stepping over to a chair at the table, bringing it over to his mistress and gesturing for her to sit. "Thank you Epsilon..." She said, gesturing for the man to step back and rejoin the girl. She sat down at the table, sitting forward and resting her head in her hand, taking on an almost bored expression and tone. "Only one of you I have met before, although I will admit I did not expect him here... what have I missed? Or am I, in fact, right on time?"