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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/21/2017 3:50:55 AM
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"At times, yes, we do actually have war beasts native to my planet. Not advised to be used though.
We mostly stick to artillery and support, bombardment and the like. Although yes we do use tanks frequently."
Amanda nodded, taking a sip from one of the many bottles.
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"...Fuсking hell, I want to go." [i]Isabella would chug down the alcohol in her drink, shaking her head a little.[/i] "Describe them. Their claws, the length of their teeth, their height and strength. Describe how you tear them down and bind them to your will, and your masterful command alone." [i]The purple-headed woman would monologue, smiling a little. She was interested now.[/i]
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Amanda grinned then, her mind reading something else in those words. Either way, she complied. "The beasts we use for war, are called Grtunts, essentially as an adult; three stories tall, four armed, with the strength to crush mountains. They're like apes, if you know what they are. They are mostly primal, and we have specialized equipment for either killing or bringing them down. Training them is extremely hard, best done at early youth as a baby, which is near impossible since mothers guard their young ferociously. They're scared of fire, which is why we blind them with a metal covering, and let their smell take over. Either way the end result is that we let them loose, back off, and then once it is they succeed, use fire or bright light to lead them back to containment units."
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"Giant monster apes.. I'm too used to things destroying an enemy's frontline. The giant bulls of Khaom, the griffons and their riders utilizing enhanced fire to melt us down.. and dragons. Nothing like a fuсking dragon fight." [i]Dragons.. Isabella smiled widely at the thought of the beasts, clasping her hands together.[/i] "Ballistas, arrows.. all useless compared to those oversized lizards. No, you have to get in close and target the eyes and the legs. Cut open their tendons and they're done for. But taming.. I got lucky." [i]It seemed funny. Amanda was with a dragon-taming, flirtatious military leader. Bella didn't find anything that she did to be too big of a deal, still talking about Amanda's world.[/i] "These Grtunts sound alright, though. How many have you killed?"
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Amanda huffed. "Believe me, only a few. Their hide is thicker than anything I've seen before. Only issue is that it weighs far too much for conventional use. They can soak up bullets and the like, so its far easier to trap them instead of kill. Although, dragons? That is something I may want to tame. A Grtunts is impossible, its too primal, too much rage. I lost my brother to one when I was young, and even we where skilled when it came to those things." The soldier shrugged then. "We have others as well, the Fenris hounds of the North, massive, dog like beasts that we turned into companions. Their teeth and jaws are unmatched, loyal and faithful things. Usually they are sent in with groups, a lot of the time with scouts." Reaching forward, Amanda sipped from a bottle again, glancing over at Bella as she set it back down. Then she ate a bit, and spoke again. "But enough on that topic, what else would you want to talk on?"
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"I'd want to talk about you, really; though I guess my background's sorta important to know too. Get to know me." [i]Isabella drunk again, beginning in a hushed tone. She didn't seem too eager to tell her tale.[/i] "I'm from a hole called Khaom, not Trayve. Grew up as a child in the slums with one dad, a pit fighter in the past who was crippled. Once I got old enough.. twelve, really.. and dad got sold away, I joined the arena. Killed.. a lot of people. Became Khaom's favorite. Then in the Emperor's Challenge - sorta a competition against the best fighters in the arena, I.. may or may not have crushed the Emperor's head with a rock. So a new Emperor - or Empress - was in line. Ended a war, resigned, took a dragon, apparently got adopted by these Trayven guys.." [i]Isabella sighed, tapping the table.[/i] "That's.. really it."
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Amanda a nodded then. "Well, that's a story. My own is being born as my mom being some 10ft tall, and my dad normal, so my genes where -blam!-ed, and i would have died in my early childhood if I didn't undergo the process that made Valkyrie soldiers. So I was technicality forced to become this, but I don't mind it, enjoy it actually." She shrugged, taking a bite from the steak. "But, yours by far sounds a lot cooler, not the early part, but on pen and paper it would be a great story"
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"Slaughtering other men and women in a fight to the death is cool to you? Heh. Maybe I could take you on a date to Khaom. They'd worship you over there.. me, not so much." [i]Isabella laughed a little.[/i] "Though you've got a lot simpler of a background than I'd expect."
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Amanda huffed, a date? Maybe, just maybe... She spoke again, amused. "I mean, with my statue and how I fight, I would be considered a god in arenas. Never thought about it though, always focused on what I know and do; military assignments and missions." She shrugged then. In her opinion, her life was a lot more complicated. "And yeah, there's probably some that I left out, just right now I say what's needed."
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"Eh.. I've seen some eight and nine footers, knocked them on their asses too. It's all about cutting their heels. There used to be a fuсkin' twelve footer.. until the Emperor made him fight a Golate. ...Golate's being giant boulder monsters in the mountains of Khaom. The death was brutal, but.. the bones snapping was much worse. But you seem like you'd make it pretty far, maybe get into the Emperor's Challenge. If you ever needed another country to trade with, well.." [i]Isabella shrugged, smiling a little at Amanda.[/i]
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"Its always welcome, but for now I'll stick with Dojo and you're peoples. Although, I may see about fighting, and give you a given deal of entertainment." Amanda winked at Bella then, grinning coyly.
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"Entertainment.. Gods, I'd have to hop in. It's been way too long since I've had a gladiator fight.. maybe eight years. Oh well." [i]Isabella smiled at Amanda, nodding at the thought of "entertainment".[/i] "So.. what makes you super soldier guys so special? Other than the fact that your lot literally took us by surprise. I guess that's classified information, and it seems like I'm being way too nosy, but.. ...okay, yeah, I am."
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She shrugged. "Its fine. What makes us special is extensive genetic and biological each enhancement. Its too long to list and detail. But that's what it is." She smirked, in truth it was classified.
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"Huh. So it is classified. Clever." [i]Isabella smirked a little, finishing her meal then.[/i] "It's alright, though. I'm too used to people revealing their secret bullshit all the time."
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"Well, change of pace then, sorry to disappoint." Amanda shrugged then, not knowing how else to put it.
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"What? I'm not disappointed, it was expected if anything. I shouldn't have asked." [i]Isabella sighed a little at that, taking up the plates, which simply included her own plate and Amanda's.[/i] "Mm. I need something else to do. I love warfare, I love the spoils and victories, but it gets boring and scarring once you do it for so long. After all, you either die young enough on the battlefield and get called a martyr, a hero.. or you win and live long enough to the point where you're hated more than the enemy."
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"That's true. I haven't found a pastime yet, but I should look for one soon enough." She nodded in thanks for taking the plate, and for the food.
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"Mm. I'd guess something.. militaristic would work out for you and I. I dunno, but there's nothing much other than labor for a hobby, and that's just more work, not an actual hobby." [i]Isabella nodded, sighing a little.[/i] "So.. how many super soldiers can we expect to come around? How many are as cute as you? Not that I'll go after them too, of course."
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"What, I'm not good enough?" She smirked, a quick sarcastic comment. "Not many, for the most part we'll leave you alone, unless called on for something."
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"You're too good, to be frank. For me, anyway. I've seen all the perfumed noblewomen and the cute little maidens and princesses, but.. damn, you're beyond them." [i]Isabella smiled, a genuine and beautiful thing that seemed.. incredibly out of place.[/i]
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"Too good? Damn, what's that self esteem." She chuckled then, shaking her head.
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"Self esteem? Pfft. I'm fueled by arrogance and a really fuсked up sense of justice that keeps everyone in line and safe, babe. Maybe that justice seems cruel, but hell, justice." [i]Isabella smirked, nodding towards Amanda.[/i]
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"I've seen worse, had to enact worse. Maybe show some of that justice in bed? See what exactly you could do with a whip and chains~" Amanda winked then, the sentence having double meaning, Amanda deducing Bella was that sort, and understanding what Bella meant by twisted justice.
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"...That's the first time that someone's [i]actively[/i] sought that out. Either you're ridiculously charismatic.. or hell.." [i]Isabella would approach Amanda, smiling and strutting before leaning against the table.[/i] "...Gods, I wouldn't mind at all. Not gonna be too rough.. but [i]just[/i] the right amount. And if we need a safe word - say it anytime.. try Eastbound. Eastbound's a fort that I held for a time, had my first encounter with a maid there, and we.. tried a few things. But this time.. I think I'm pretty passionate about this."
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Amanda smirked then, she somehow seduced tube warlord. "Well, anytime you want to experiment and try a few things, let me know. Unless you want to now. Just know I'm the dominant one." Amanda leaned onto the table then, grinning wildly.
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"Well.." [i]Isabella smiled, pressing her lips against Amanda's for some time. As she broke away, she smiled yet, nodding towards Amanda.[/i] "-Yet to meet anyone that's dominant on me, too. Holy [i]shit[/i], I think I'm in love."
