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  1. Ursali
    It seemed that retrieving her armor had gotten her a bit more attention from the redhead. Did they think that she was suiting up for another go after her wounds had been treated? Even with everything that had been drilled into her, Alriana wasn't that laser focused. Megumi was much more on track, but not quite a bullseye. Alriana had already slipped one leg into her suit but at Megumi's directions she pulled it out. "Fine. I wait," she responded, neutral in tone. If Olivia had wanted "nothing", aside from worrying about her armor, then why had she talked to Alriana? It didn't make sense to the alien, but it wasn't worth dwelling on; Megumi had given her enough. Why would she be Cheryl's favorite? She hadn't done anything for the woman aside from not biting her head off at the first opportunity given to her. Another confusing thing to add to the pile; or, maybe she could get some answers. Is that what Cheryl had meant for her to do when she asked her to talk? "Why fav-rit?" she found herself asking the doctor. She could start here and move onto another question if Megumi's answer made sense.
  2. Ursali
    While the two doctors discussed her situation Alriana sat back down on the bed, her legs dangling off the side. It seemed that she wouldn't be leaving the infirmary so soon after all. "Okay. No bite," she promised Cheryl as she left; however, she didn't promise to talk with the remaining two, well three counting the other woman. She hadn't even noticed her until she had spoken up. What was she even supposed to talk to them about, anyway? She'd answer if they asked a question, but she decided she wouldn't initiate. As she waited for one of them to talk to her she used her tail to collect her armor off of the floor. As she slipped it through the openings of the suit one of them called her name. "Hello," she replied as she met Olivia's gaze. After a slight pause, so she could concentrate on bringing her armor up to her, she continued. "What want?"
  3. Ursali
    "...Yes," Alriana agreed as Cheryl helped her up. She probably should've waited to hear what Megumi was going to say about her being up and about, but she was used to being ushered out in a hurry. Before anything else she manoeuvred her tail under herself, ready to support her if she fell again. "I not... use? To no, feel. I suprise. Fine now, I think," she answered as she slowly put weight back onto her leg. It still felt a little off and she wasn't sure if she could walk on it unassisted just yet. "May need... help."
  4. Ursali
    Alriana examined the bandages covering her wounds. Her idle curiosity told her pick at them; however, she had been told not to do that so she listened to Megumi's instructions. She turned her attention to the doctor, making a point to make eye contact. There was an awkward moment of silence as she mentally pieced together her sentence. "Th-thank, you for... h-heal me. Not hurt, more." That was something the Sacarians had taught her; however, in this instance, it was genuine thanks. Before much more could be said, Cheryl drew her attention by petting her hair again. She hadn't paid it much mind before, there were much more pressing issues at the time, but now that things were under control that wasn't the case. It felt... nice, though Alriana didn't quite understand why. At Cheryl's prompting, Alriana sat up on the bed. Were they going to go get food now? Cheryl had said they would when Megumi was done and for the moment that seemed to be the case. If they were going then she wanted to slip back into her armor. Even though she found it to be annoying to wear, she was still attached to the suit. It was the one thing here that was, without a doubt, hers. She slipped off the bed, bad leg first by mistake, and immediately regretted it. She wasn't used to having numb limbs so it came as quite the surprise that she couldn't put enough strength into her leg to steady herself. Her tail was still on the bed so she couldn't use it to regain her balance; instead, she reached out for something to support herself, managing to grab Cheryl's coat. However, she was already too far gone and only succeeded in pulling Cheyrl down with her. "S-Sorry!" she quickly blurted out.
  5. Ursali
    Cheryl's explanation did nothing to convince Alriana that she wasn't entirely strange, at least by the alien's standards. But it did give her thought about her actions. If she had decided to eliminate the crew before going after Jesicka, she'd be in a completely different situation. She likely would have still failed, as much as she'd like to think otherwise, and would probably not have been treated so kindly. It wasn't something she really wanted to think about. She turned her attention to Megumi pulling bullets out of her to distract herself; it was still amazing to her that she had stopped feeling pain before the doctor had started. She looked up and gave the other doctor an inquisitive stare when Cheryl grabbed her hand. Was that supposed to mean something? Alriana didn't know, but she figured it did if Cheryl had chosen to do it. The question about her prefered food surprised her, not having expected to be asked such a question in the middle of being operated on. That was definitely strange. But still, she answered as basic as before. "I, like meat. Cooked," she clarified. She wasn't a "savage", whatever that was.
  6. Ursali
    The amount of care in her, well, care was a new thing to the wounded alien. She'd always hated returning from missions, and not just because it meant it was time to return to her glorified cage. Her after mission care was far from caring, if not downright torture. She'd have to be wrestled into the operating room and then strapped to an operating table so they could treat her without being killed in the process. It didn't matter if a tool felt pain so to use anaesthetic on her would be a waste. Naturally, she struggled to escape the pain and lashed out as best she could, but that only made the whole process worse on herself. "You or'azath. Struh-ain-gee," she corrected herself as best she could. She wasn't about to complain anytime soon, however; if these humans were strange then she didn't want them to be normal. She wondered about where Cheryl intended to take her after she had been treated. The only room she had ever known as her own was a cell filled with a variety of knick-knacks that she waited for missions in; could it be that was where they would put her? It wouldn't surprise her if they did after what she'd done. But in the end, no matter where she ended up, it would be all the same. All that had changed was her masters, who just happened to be kinder than the last. In her head, she was still just following orders.
  7. Ursali
    Alriana had been calm throughout the explanation, she had heard it all before, but Cheryl had made one mistake towards the end. At the mention of a needle Alriana went wide-eyed, unpleasant memories of her 'treatments' from the Sacarians instantly brought to the surface. Her tail began to sway rapidly and her skin lines once again accelerated. Had she made a mistake in trusting Cheryl? Part of her clearly thought so as she subconsciously prepared to lash out. No! She forced herself back to neutral and let go of a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She just... wants to help me. For some reason. She repeated the thought a few times, trying to force all of herself to believe it, as she wordlessly got back up on the bed. It wasn't long before the other woman in a lab coat came over, holding some sort of can in her hand. Despite the fact that it wasn't a needle she still tensed up in the face of the unknown treatment. She winced at the weird feeling as the spray interacted with her open wounds. It quickly turned into numbness, however, taking the pain she felt along with it. That actually wasn't too bad. She relaxed somewhat as she waited for the rest of her wounds to be sprayed.
  8. Ursali
    Alriana didn't leave her internal-conflict induced stupor until Cheryl called her name, effectively snapping her to attention. She still hadn't decided on what she should do, but it wasn't like she could just sit around and work out a solution for this mess. At the very least she was likely to bleed out before she could come up with a suitable answer. Things were so much simpler when her world had been an eternal black and white, 'kill or be killed', 'follow our orders or be killed'. She doubted that she'd face such ultimatums from Cheryl. That was enough for her to make a decision, for now. She would continue to follow orders as usual, just... from a different master. She hesitated at Cheryl's first request, however. Her armor was her last familiar thing in this foreign situation, her final defence from whatever the humans might spring on her. But she had asked if she could trust them and had instead been trusted. She could at least return the gesture. "...Yes." She stood up from the bed, careful to land with her better leg first. As she began to slip out of her armor Cheryl continued with her slowed questions, presenting the alien with a bottle of clear liquid. If the context had been different she would have assumed it to be water at a glance, but given what she'd heard on the way here and the not complete fluidity of the substance she knew what it was. She'd been treated with it after she began operating on this planet. As her armor dropped to the floor with a thud, revealing her blue-blood stained white t-shirt and black gym shorts, she answered the final pair of questions. "Yes, is wound h-heal. I... had before."
  9. Ursali
    Passing the android she had dismantled just moments ago had no effect on the alien. She didn't regret her actions, regarding this android at least, or something silly like that, if anything it was just proof that she'd have dealt with Jesicka just fine if she had been properly informed. Had her previous captors truly not known that she was an android? They seemed to know nearly everything else; a small part of her, the same part that longed to explore this planet, began to wonder if they had known and didn't tell her. But why would they do that? She couldn't make sense of it. She was roused out of her thoughts by her ride's slight struggle. Why had she insisted on carrying her after she had said she could walk? Moving around while injured was nothing new to the infiltrator. She decided to chalk it up to Cheryl's similarity to the other woman as they entered the infirmary and she was placed on a bed. She squirmed in place as she tried to get comfortable on the bed. She had never really been able to accomplish that goal without resorting to curling up on her tail and this bed was even smaller than what she was used to. What's more, she was still restrained, making it all that much worse. Well, that was soon to change. As Cheryl started to remove the cuffs Alriana's mind raced. Does she not know what I can do? I could kill her even more easily than I took down the turrets. I could kill everyone here and move onto Jesicka; there wouldn't be any time to warn the others... But, then what? The thought surprised her, like an unexpected slap to the face. If she did kill Jesicka, what then? Would she be able to get off the Riese alive? The Almydis wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Would she be able to get back to her captors? Did she want to go back to them? That same small part of her from before definitely did not. Even though her restraints had been removed Alriana still hadn't moved her arms, her hands tightly balled into fists. Everything was so confusing now; she didn't know what to do. Should she continue her mission? Should she stay here and let them treat her wounds? What would they do after they had done that? She knew what the Sacarians would do to her if she went back without killing Jesicka, but she couldn't do that without at least killing Cheryl. I... I don't want to kill her. Nothing was supposed to get in the way of her mission, so why did she dislike the thought of killing Cheryl so much? She couldn't understand herself and it scared her.
  10. Ursali
    "Nice meet you," Alriana returned Sasha's greeting; even with her limited understanding of English, she could at least do this. Cheryl's request to open her mouth again confused her. Did she want to scare Sasha again? But all the same, she had more or less agreed to follow whatever orders they gave her, such was her lot in life. She opened her mouth wide again, displaying her rows of razor-sharp teeth and her long tongue for Cheryl to see.
  11. Ursali
    "No. I'm Alriana," she corrected Cheryl, the explanation flying over her head. Something about a... cute name? Her codename, maybe? "Other name, 'Shark'." She watched the communicator intensely, waiting for a response from her new 'target'. "Not Sacarian. Stygusian," she answered, this time clarifying what the human male had asked. He must've been the Sasha that she was supposed to scare. He seemed distressed, to her at least, so hopefully she had done enough. She continued to listen to the conversation around her, deciphering it as best she could, but didn't hear anything else that she needed to correct so she was content to resume her silence. If they wanted her to talk they would just ask her to anyway.
  12. Ursali
    Alriana for her part was being a good passenger, well as good of one she could be while cuffed anyway. When they entered the elevator she curled her tail in a circle around Cheryl's feet; not to the point where it'd restrict her movements, but she'd still have to step over it if she wanted to go anywhere. Her ride was talking to the other woman, probably about her if Alriana got the first part of the sentence right, but she couldn't really follow along until the topic shifted over to whoever Sasha was. "Who Aly?" she asked, giving Cheryl an inquisitive look. When she elaborated Alriana mostly understood what was wanted of her, looking down and opening her mouth wide. From the communicator's angle, it probably looked like she was about to bite down on Cheryl's head.
  13. Ursali
    "Yes. Most at... door," Alriana confirmed Cheryl's deduction. It seemed as though her own guess had been right too, or it was becoming right...? Something like that. She'd also be getting carried as well if she interpreted Cheryl's actions right. She'd been carried like this before, after getting wounded on a previous co-op mission, but this time she didn't have use of her arms. Alriana carefully stepped into the woman's waiting arms, wrapping her legs around her torso and resting her weight on Cheryl's back. "I, no bite. You..." like other one.
  14. Ursali
    So she was serious then. It baffled Alriana how humans showed mercy in victory; all she'd ever shown her opponents was death, anything less wasn't acceptable. "I'm Alriana," she answered as she was placed on her feet by the crew. She winced in pain when she was able to put weight onto her left leg, her adrenaline had worn off by now, but she could at least stand on it. Where did they intend to take her? The infirmary? She had seen the layout of the ship so she knew that it was just down the elevator. "I walk." She could make that walk easily enough; she just wondered if her escort was going to join her the entire way. If they were they might as well carry her anyway.
  15. Ursali
    This development was certainly not what Alriana had expected from the humans. She had just moments ago boarded their ship, wrecked one of their androids, and attacked their captain. She expected to be shot, not asked to follow their orders. Were all human women who wore lab coats the same? If they were she could probably trust this one, but it seemed a little too good to be true. "How nnnn... now, I ah'hri? Tr-trust?" She fumbled over the words she wanted to say. Silently frustrated with her lack of understanding of the language she decided to stop there.
  16. Ursali
    Jesicka hadn't done much else since Alriana's initial observation so the alien had quickly gotten bored of continuing to watch her target. When the elevator came up, this time housing two unfamiliar people, they were quickly the focus of her attention. When one of them had dashed at her she tensed up, expecting some kind of retribution; her skin lines had slowed down considerably since her capture but they were accelerating again. However, what had come next was almost as confusing as Alriana's first real interaction with a human. The woman had been brave enough to touch her, to get within biting distance, even though the rest of the crew was still clearly afraid of her. Maybe she just didn't know what she was risking? "Yes," she replied accidentally, her guard having been dropped by the woman's confusing actions. She had been tempted to make a bite at the woman's hand as she reached for her head, and likely would have if she had still been resisting, but decided there wasn't much gain in it for her. Fingers were some of the boniest parts of humans, not exactly a quality snack.
  17. Ursali
    Alriana had mostly stopped resisting at this point, knowing when she was beaten and not wanting to further waste her energy. "lloignah." Compared to her earlier ferocity her voice might as well have been a whisper. She had been incredibly stupid to resort to her jaws. Had she just stuck with her dagger she might have at least accomplished her goal before being captured like this. What were they waiting for anyway? Whatever the humans planned to do she hoped they'd hurry up. Her adrenaline was still pumping so the full extent of her injuries hadn't set in yet, but it was only a matter of time until that wasn't the case; as confusing as she found humans to be, she wouldn't dare hope for a repeat performance. Speaking of confusing, her target certainly was just that. She'd been against the wall, staring at her wound ever since she had turned Alriana over to the crew. It looked like she was having a breakdown even though she had won their fight. What's more, she was talking to herself and her use of the language seemed to be as basic Alriana's own, to the point where the alien could follow alongside, save a few unfamiliar words. I... lost to this? The thought infuriated her, but she could only blame herself for her failure.
  18. Ursali
    As the machines around the Riese engaged with the Regina, Alriana couldn't tear her eyes away from the battle. The sheer amount of power and skill that went into dogpiling that one machine gave her mixed feelings. On one hand, she wished to do battle with the enemy pilots; there were finally foes that would put up a fight. On the other, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time: fear. She wouldn't be walking away if she engaged with these enemies before she made it onto the ship. She would have to board now; there was no other option for her. "Mggoka mg'nglui," she ordered the Almydis, manually overriding the warnings that came with such a decision. She wouldn't fail here, not with so much at stake. She opened a channel to the remaining leader of her pseudo-allies. "Y' take target hai. Not hafh ahog."
  19. Ursali
    Alriana watched the battlefield a bit more as she waited for her chance to strike. The enemy machines to her right and left seemed to be fighting a losing battle with no deliverance in sight; however, the machines by her target seemed to have no problem dealing with their foes. They'd definitely impede her approach, maybe even take her out, if they were given the chance. She needed to move now, while they were still distracted by the remainder of her pseudo-allies. "Mgah'ehye's bug. Ymg' ah'f'nah fm'latghor. Ahna r'luh", she directed her squad as she herself advanced. "Yog mgr'luh," the Almydis suddenly warned her. It seemed her target had fired missiles at her... Had they detected her? No, it must've just been luck. "F' mggoka mgyogor!" She seamlessly grabbed her gun and shot down any missiles that got too close for comfort, her squadmates doing the same. "Damn," she swore as they lost their camouflage, not really knowing the meaning behind the word. She only just knew that it was said when things weren't going well. Hopefully her enemies would be too preoccupied with the others to pay her much attention.
  20. Ursali
    Alriana observed the soon to be battlefield, hidden in plain sight by the Almydis' camouflage. Her target was already in sight and, although she had seen the schematics of the Riese and knew that it was much larger than others of its kind, it was a much grander sight in person. She took note of the ANF forces on the ground; among them were some units that Alriana had absolutely no data on. A quick scan told her that engaging any of them would likely result in mission failure. Useful information in the event that she was somehow detected. Hopefully there would be no need to break her camouflage. "Ahagl l' uaaah?" she asked her squad members. It was a rhetorical question, she was the one who'd make that call, but it was nice to speak her own language and know that she would be understood. She'd been given them near the first checkpoint, an odd thing to be sure; she rarely saw other members of her race let alone worked with them. If anything it spoke to the difficulty of the mission. It wouldn't do to rush in while her target was at its most protected. No, better to let the chaos of battle create an opening for her and her squad to slip in undetected. And when that opportunity arose she knew where she wanted to be. "Llll nog c''re bug," she ordered. They needed to move while they still had time; it wouldn't do to miss her chance because she had been idling in the wrong spot.
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