Post by YueFei on Sept 28, 2022 15:16:29 GMT
Novus X waited for the pirates to filter out of Nemo's base. She'd just challenged him to remove his helmet and made clear her disinterest in continuing as a subordinate until he proved capable of more than acts of piracy. She paced now, not out of any sort of frustration, but because she always found it hard to remain completely still so soon after a battle. Much of her adrenaline was already flushed from her system but she remained agitated, clenching and unclenching her damaged hand. The thing itched as it began its slow healing process. It would take a week or more to heal completely. She no longer paid attention to the wound, the pain a footnote in her mind.
She was coming to realize her long term plans would eventually clash with those of her present allies. They wanted vague ideas like 'change' and 'putting metas on top' but she wanted more. She wanted a throne, she wanted the control and power that was hers by right of evolution. This planet was not unlike her own, in fact they were literally dimensional twins. This one had simply never evolved her branch of the Tyrannosaur tree. The impact still happened, the dinosaurs still died, but there was not a pre-human civilization. That didn't mean, however, that she didn't see the world as hers to control. It was hers, or it would be.
It wouldn't get their by piracy, but she could increase her resources in the act, and over time, put herself in a better position to begin taking control of actual land. Everything felt so far away, like a spec on the horizon and it frustrated her. It was, therefor, not Nemo's fault that she was agitated, or had been angry when they departed the boat. This realization didn't put her any further at ease. She drew her upper lip up, exposing razor teeth in a silent snarl directed at no one in particular. She wanted to break something, or someone.
She was coming to realize her long term plans would eventually clash with those of her present allies. They wanted vague ideas like 'change' and 'putting metas on top' but she wanted more. She wanted a throne, she wanted the control and power that was hers by right of evolution. This planet was not unlike her own, in fact they were literally dimensional twins. This one had simply never evolved her branch of the Tyrannosaur tree. The impact still happened, the dinosaurs still died, but there was not a pre-human civilization. That didn't mean, however, that she didn't see the world as hers to control. It was hers, or it would be.
It wouldn't get their by piracy, but she could increase her resources in the act, and over time, put herself in a better position to begin taking control of actual land. Everything felt so far away, like a spec on the horizon and it frustrated her. It was, therefor, not Nemo's fault that she was agitated, or had been angry when they departed the boat. This realization didn't put her any further at ease. She drew her upper lip up, exposing razor teeth in a silent snarl directed at no one in particular. She wanted to break something, or someone.
