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Mutants & Masterminds: Mecha Mayhem - Chapter 2..1c Restoration


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Repairs to the ArK proceeded easily, and after eight hours the sensor core was finally ready to be reinstalled. It was a massive undertaking and it had to be completely recalibrated.

It was a job that would take all of Seraphine's skill to get done correctly in a short period of time. After it was installed then the tender ships could be slaved to Omoikane completetly and they could launch a few sattelites into orbit to give them some eyes in the sky.

(Repair, Technology, Computers, Electronics, Repair checks, all DC 30 You're installing, connecting initalizing programing and running final checks on the Sensor net core. This isn't suppose to be easy.)

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Seraphine lost herself in the work, keeping herself from dwelling on the battle and the deaths. There would be time to deal with it later, preferably with a full bottle of spirits and her sister nowhere around to nag her about it.

If she was sharp and demanding with her subordinate engineers and technicians, they figured she was due at least some amount of bitching. She had to deal with a Warp Drive malfunction, being stranded back in time - with no certain way back - and the destruction of two fleets and the shocking number of deaths. Numbers were circulating, but one look into Sera's hard, pained blue eyes, and no one had dared ask her about it.

So they worked hard, as hard as this Idol princess-come-Chief Engineer. There were those who knew how hard Sera worked, that she had earned everything she got. The other ones, the ones who whispered that she earned her way on her back, they began to come to the slow realization that the busty beauty they secretly mocked may have been their only way home.

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Thirteen hours later the Sensor Core was fully online and checked out, feeding the Ship and all her supporting mecha everything that it could find.

It confirmed they were in 1942. It confirmed their location one hundred miles northwest of Midway.

It registerd every bit of radio traffic within a thousand miles, and finally allowed them to get an accurate estimate on the damage suffered and inflicted on the opposing fleets.

Two of the techs were speaking about the final death toll, over seventy thousand American and Japanese sailors lost, with injured balloning that figure another ten thousand. Too late they realized Seraphine had overheard them.

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Sera was sweaty, tired, and sore, and wanted nothing more than a long bath (rank hath its privileges, thus bathtub), but was feeling triumphant - the Sensor Core was installed and calibrated, and in only one (very long) shift.

"Captain, Sensor Core back online, Chief Devereaux signing off. Try to avoid any emergencies for the next twelve hours please."

Before leaving for her quarters, Sera ran a diagnostic on the Warp Drive, frowning at what she saw. It was going to take a ton of work, provided she could even fabricate some of the components. And even if she could get the Warp Drive running, they would still have the small problem of Being Back in Time!

She had been heading for her quarters, jumpsuit already half unzipped, exposing her tight, sweaty undershirt, when she overhead the casualty report.

She felt her heart stop, clutched in the painful grip of her own guilt. Her face went white and she staggered drunkenly, leaning against the wall for support. One of the techs went to offer her a hand, but at the look in her eyes, he recoiled, though she didn't even see him.

She steadied herself, then proceeded to her quarters, seeing no one, everyone she passed not able to meet the distraught expression on her face.

One thought ran through her head - to drown the screams she would be hearing in her dreams.

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Going to his own quarters in the barracks, Bill "Cowboy" Payson looked like someone who'd just had to shoot his favorite dog. he'd heard the casualty reports, and he blamed himself for not being able to ID the enemies quickly. Nobody else did, but that didn't matter to him. After the meeting and then meeting with the Caballeros to discuss the funeral details for Lieutenant Commander Camacho, He asked Buck "Outlaw" Owens and Jesse James Leveya to watch over the 'Lleros for a shift, he needed to drink and was making it an order for them to remain sober.

He was stumbling down the same corridor as the chief and the sighe of her dirty, tired and yet still beautiful form made him smile. "Well Hello there Chief. You look like Hell. Care to join me for a drink to take the edge off the sheer hell we've come back to?"

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Sera looked up a Payson, her eyes bright and glassy with exhaustion and self-recrimination. He looks like how I feel.

She had intended to spend her time alone, just her, the booze, the guilt and the screams, but his offer made her reconsider. Spending time with another - and for this, it just couldn't be her sister - would soften the guilt, the screams.

"Hell... Make it more than one, Cowboy, and you have a deal. Here, give me your arm, the coffee is wearing off." Sera, up for well over twenty-four hours and fighting off a concussion, more or less staggered into Payson, one heavy breast inadvertently brushing his arm.

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He smiled, offering her an arm in the most gentlemanly gesture anyone would ever see from him, and escorting her into the Officer's lounge, which was thankfully very empty. He led her over to a booth, not really trusting in her ability to stay on the stool.

He called to the bartender. "Two bottles of whiskey, One of Tequila, and A vodka."

"Shots sir.?"

"I said bottles dammit. You can bring a glass or two for the Chief, but I'm not planning on leaving anything."

"Sir that does go beyond what's allowed...."

The Other man behind the bar nodded. "Give it to them, he's sharing it anyway. Besides, better to serve one 'Llero well, than have him bring the entire squadron in here like what's happening at Moe's right now."

The Tender brough the four bottles to the table and Cowboy smiled. When he left he nodded to Seraphine. "Pick your poison, ladies first of course."

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Seraphine sank into the plush leather booth with a satisfied groan. She bent over and worked her boots off, then leaned her head against the back of the seat, her eyes closed.

"That feels better. Start me off with the whisky while I can still taste it, Cowboy," Sera said, tiredness unintentionally making her sweet voice a husky purr.

Payson poured her a glass of the amber liquid, right to the brim at Seraphine's insistent gesture. He had just finished pouring with a flourish when Sera's hand shot out and grabbed the glass.

With unseemly haste, she brought the tumbler to her full lips, not spilling a drop, and drained the glass in one, long swallow. Payson's eyes were drawn to the contractions of her pale throat, then pulled even further down to her white undershirt, straining around her remarkably buxom figure, revealed by her half unzipped jumpsuit.

The tumbler slammed down on the table with a sharp bang. Payson's eyes snapped back up to meet Sera's, though if she noticed where his gaze had strayed, she gave no sign of it.

"Another." Payson poured the young, stunning chief engineer another tumbler full of whisky. She raised her glass for a toast.

"To Victory. And the price it costs."

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"Amen Chief." he took a long pull from his bottle as she offered the toast.

"So How's Big O?" It was fairly remarkable that he managed to ask with a straight face, even though his eyes wandered alot while they drank.

"We were taking a beating before, then after the jump those old tin can warships opened up on us. Is everything okay? What happened."

His tone was light, aand it was easy to tell he'd already been drinking.

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Sera took another long sip of her whisky before replying. "Warp Core got sheered by laser cannon just as the jump was initiating. It was too late to abort, the jump twisted, and we ended up here. A one in a billion fluke." She finished up her second glass, then spoke softly. "Lucky us."

Sera saw Payson's eyes wonder and her lips bent in a faint smile as she watched him beneath lowered lashes. He poured her another drink and she almost giggled seeing him jolted when she trailed her bare foot up his leg. I don't think I want to be alone tonight. Need someone there to distract me from the screams.

Half the amber liquid disappeared in another long swallow - this stunning, little woman drank like someone a hundred pounds heavier. "Omoi? Omoikane is fine, she has her sensors back now," Seraphine said, her sultry voice melancholy, a haunted look in her captivating blue eyes. "She just followed... my orders and devastated the other fleets. Fuck! It was like using a plasma cannon on paper planes."

She finished the glass and slammed it back on the table. Payson could see her jaw tighten, the glistening in her eyes, though the tears hadn't fallen yet.

"Pour me the tequila."

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He smiled, his free hand gently reaching down to massage first the ankle, and then the calf of the Chief's errant leg. "At least we didn't end up as molecules scattered across the globe. We got away from the ED and Alliance forces."

He nods solemly as she talks about the fleet. "I picked 'em up first. Warbook was down and I could harly see them I called it back in that they were hostiles Chief. You reacted to the call because of that. The blame ain't just yours."

"They did fire on us first too Chief. And even after that you held the MAC's back. Those Carriers woulda been nothing but wreckage and scrap if we'd used them. The decision to not use them saved alot of American lives, just as killing all the Imperial Navy forces did as well."

He nods. "I'll say this for the modern era flyboys. They saw our Valkyries and came at us with everything those planes could muster. It was one of the most beautiful efforts I've ever seen. Give the survivors a chance to learn a Valk and I guarantee you four outa five would make excellent pilots."

He pours her a shot of Tequila and raises his own glass and smiles. "To the surviors. God saw fit not to call 'em home yet, which means they've still got a purpose here."

He drains the shot in a pull and manages to hide his reaction to the foul tasting drink.

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"To the survivors." Sera downed the shot, her face scrunching up at the taste, her tongue sticking out, though she waved at Payson to pour another.

Her eyes were heavy as she let him massage her leg, her foot sliding higher, rubbing against the inside of his thigh.

She shook her head at some of his other comments though. "I'm pretty sure some of ED and Alliance forces made the jump with us, and got here before us too, if those laser cannons on the tin cans were any indication."

Sera gave a sharp laugh of bitterness, then down the second shot of tequila, hardly making a face at all. She pointed for Cowboy to pour again. "Funny. Killing to stop more killing. There's blame and guilt enough for all of us, Cowboy."

She downed the third shot and threw the glass over her shoulder. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closing even as the shotglass shattered against the bar. A single tear slid down sculpted cheek.

"I don't think we can ever go home again," Sera said, her voice very soft. "Even if I can get the Warp Drive working, and somehow cause the same fluke, and miraculously send us back to the right time, history has already changed. What we know as home won't be the same."

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"So bascally we just make the best of it here then?"

He smiles, continuing his massage down her leg, while his other hand reach across and grasping her shoulder. "Then we make the best of things here. It seems like the Timestream's not gonna backlash on us for what we do, so We're free to just stay here."

He chuckles. "Think about it. Right now The world's almost two hundred nations, and there still abundant resurces to be found. With the right application of what we know we can help this world not become like our old one was. We can make it paradise."

He shrugs. "We can also blow it all to hell. If there are actually some Enemy ships we were fighting here and they're functional, They've got tactical and strategic nukes."

"That's something we're going to need to remedy."

He hands her his glass and purs another for her.

"Try not to break that one, otherwise you're gonna have to drink from the bottle like me." his smile was mischievous, as if he welcomed her to do so.

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"To Earth 2.0, then, Cowboy, and making it better."

Seraphine finished the booze in the glass Payson handed then gave him a look, a little glassy from the alcohol, a faint curve to her enticing lips. She twisted the glass nonchalantly in her hands, then deliberately threw it over her shoulder, her lips curving even more.

The bartender was on his toes and caught the glass before it smashed into anything, even as Seraphine reached for the bottle in Payson's hand. With a wink, she suggestively brought the bottle to her lips and took a long drink.

When she lowered the bottle, her blue eyes were bright with daring as she looked back at Payson, her dimpled grin naughty.

"I think you're gonna have to drink from the bottle like me."

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"Whuh?" Sera looked around the lounge - whenever she made vague eye-contact with someone, they would turn away. "Yuh-huh, good idea, Cowboy. Sure, let's go."

Seraphine popped out of the booth, then stopped, staring at the deck until it stopped slipping around so much. She grabbed one of the bottle with one attempt, then nabbed Payson's arm on the second.

Once she led him out of the lounge, she finally noticed something was amiss. She looked down again, then slid her foot forward so she could see it past the prominent breasts. "Hmm, my boots seem to be missing."

She looked up at Payson, her eyes huge and pleading. "There's nothing else to do, you'll have to carry me to... to... wherever it is that we're going." The buxom engineer's hand tightened on Payson's arm, and she looked poised - waveringly poised - to jump into his arms, regardless if he was ready or not.

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He swept her up into his arms and carried her back to his room in the Caballero barracks. He sat her on the couch and smiled.

"Now you're in for a real treat Chief. This is something those damn replomats can't get right. I was saving it for something special, and I'd count having one of the most beautiful women in the fleet here as special."

He pulled a crystaline bottle from a safe and poured two glasses. This is a forty year old brandy I found one day while on leave. Never had a reason to drink it, and the 'Lleros'd laugh at me drinking something that ain't whiskey, beer, or tequila."

He smiles as he sits next to her, handing her the glass. "To the beautiful woman what saved the Ark and everyone on her."

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Seraphine took the glass with a smile and a nod of gratitude, then inhaled its sweet aroma. She savoured the distilled spirit with long sips and long sighs.

"Smooth," she said, her grin flashing pearly white teeth. Payson couldn't be sure if her comment was about the brandy or about him.

She leaned into him, her free hand on his thigh, and Payson could feel how tense she was. Small tremors ran through her body, suppressed emotions taking a physical toll, and though the relaxed expression on her face didn't waver, soft tears trailed unheeded from her eyes.

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He reached out and wiped the tears from her eyes. "No need for those Darlin'. You did real good, especially considering it wasn't what you were trained for. Everyone on this ship is safe because of you, and nobody is ever gonna forget that."

He wraps an arm around her and begins to massage her shoulders. "You're too tense chief, just relax. There's no one but us here, and if you feel like you gotta just let it all out and let go then do it. I won't say a word."

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Sera scrubbed at her tears angrily, then firmed her jaw with a stubborn expression, even as she let out a soft moan as Payson massaged her shoulders.

"I'm done with crying, Cowboy. It's something else I want all let out, now," she almost growled, her hand sliding between his thighs and giving him a tight squeeze between his legs.

Seraphine shimmied onto Payson's lap, her spectacular breasts bouncing. Her hand went to the back of his neck and pulled his lips to hers for a savage kiss. Her other hand placed one of Payson's on one of her very large breasts, and he could feel the stiffness of her nipple through her thin shirt and sports bra.

"Take me to your bed. And fuck me. Now."

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"Ain't gotta tell me twice." He carried her to his bed, Kissing her all the way.

Alcohol on their breath, they fucked until neither of them could move. It was rough and decidedly not gentle, wild and passionate.

Cowboy wasn't a reall looker like some of the other pilots, but he was exactly the right choice for what She wanted at that moment, and he didn't dissappoint, living up to his name and reputation.

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Seraphine woke up with a pounding hangover and a pleasant ache permeating her body, the two opposing sensations making her nauseous. She cracked her eyes open a mere slit, wincing at the blinding light from the faint glow of various electronic displays. Cowboy's face was nestled in her cleavage, his unshaven cheek pricking the sensitive skin of her breasts.

Furtively, she wiggled out of Payson's arms and set about looking for her clothes in the dark. She couldn't find her bra, and only managed to find one sock, but found everything else. She was cursing under her breath, wrestling with the zipper of her jumpsuit - it most have gotten twisted when Cowboy tore it off her last night - when she felt eyes on her.

Sera looked up and saw Payson's eyes gleaming in the faint light, his teeth a brief flash of white as he grinned.

"Anytime, darlin', I'll be waiting," he said.

Sera couldn't hold her own grin in - he was exactly what she was looking for last night. "I'd expect nothing less, Cowboy." She blew him a kiss, then peeked out the door to see if the coast was clear.

Stealthily, she headed back to her own quarters, hoping she wouldn't bump into her sister. Seraphine didn't want to have to endure another lecture about her drinking and fucking... especially with it feeling like her head was in a vice, that was getting tighter.

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