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Maser

(#92697664)

"Don't even think about running." || she/her

Energy: 50/50

Personal Style

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

10.8 m

Wingspan

4.38 m

Weight

1336.71 kg

Genetics

Hatchday

Feb 03, 2024
(3 months)

Breed

Adult
Sandsurge

Eye Type

Fire
Uncommon

Level 1 Sandsurge

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

m a s e r
far-flung comet

"quote."

pronouns she/her
occupation bounty hunter
alignment chaotic neutral
personality snappy, glamorous, tactical

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about.

somewhere, in orbit around sornieth...

a cafe on the aetheric resonance, the only active space station in the star system. the familiar hiss and slide of the door, the quiet buzz of the few dragons getting a drink and socializing. in a back corner, an aether sits, fiddling with a tablet with one set of arms and stirring a beverage with another, lost in thought.

maser scans the room even after she's found her target, careful eyes studying every, matching them to an internal catalogue of wanted posters and discerning any signs of shade infection--even on the resonance one can't be too careful. still she forces her frills flat. across her back she can feel the dampness of the sack she carries, and in her eagerness to discard it she says nothing to the aether, simply drops the sack--heavily--onto his table.

with a start, his drink sloshes and he fumbles the tablet. "oh!" he yelps, looking at the sack with wary disgust. he collects himself, takes in maser, grabs some napkins with an inattentive hand. "i didn't expect you to be back so soon. is that..."

"one fear frog head," maser cuts him off. "sorry about the slime."

the aether--dr newton, a xenobiologist--having started to reach one weak claw out to poke the sack yanks it back with a small exclamation. "yes well. ahem." reaches out again, lifts just enough of the fabric to confirm the contents, though the smell was effective enough. "well here you are then."

a clawful of credits clink against the smooth tabletop, the aether withdrawing too slowly--maser swipes it off the table and into her high collar jacket before prying eyes can see the length of the credit string. she does not look around to gauge the interest in her, but splays her fans just a touch. "pleasuring doing business." maser, not waiting for a response, starts to turn away, eager to get back to her ship.

"ah m-maser!" dr newton practically rises from his booth to get her attention--one set of hands propping him on the table, another arm flagging her down as if she were a waiter. "i have something else that may interest you."

maser's spine prickles. being in this deep in the resonance makes her uneasy--dragons here tend to be overconfident, both those with ill intent and those who think they're above bad luck, and panic here would spread worse than on the outer rings. plus she hates being so far from her cruiser. still, she turns, trying to hold herself like a dragon who is far from trigger shy. "what is it?" the words a quiet snap.

"look, here." he holds a bounty token out to her--his antenna quivering with nerves.

the hologram within the token shows...a monster unlike any maser has ever seen. almost a banescale, if there was something very very wrong. maser had seen her fair share of shade infected dragons--put down many of them--but this was something else entirely. fiery pink and blue and star-silver, a yawning sharp maw and writhing tentacles, searing colors with not a fleck of shade to be seen. maser looses her grip on the broad intimidating facade she'd built. "what is that?"

the seriousness seemed to have quelled the aethers nerves for a time. "we don't know. it broke off with a comet in sector 7--the thing split into three and this...thing was one of them."

"so there are two more?"

"we don't know, only this one has been spotted--it took out a red star merchant ship, but not before they got an emergency call out."

maser starts running calculations--plotting routes, weapons, strategies. the mundane hum of the cafe has been entirely pushed from her mind.

"maser," dr newton cuts in. "we don't know what it is." he gives her a grave look. "the society wants it alive."

maser takes a deep breath. this will be the hunt for the ages.

"i'm going to need a bigger ship."

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employer

trivia.

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» wears just the coolest jacket. high collar duster. very fashionable.

maser | new york | precourser to laser
bio layout by incalyscent
modified and written by cordiformed

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