#sabo 01

[ ♬ ]   To take an opportunistic outlook on the challenge ahead was to regard it as another adventure. Luka, however, was not to play the part of the cheery optimist. Rather, her disposition had taken on a stark contrast; she didn't want to be sitting on the train again, trudging along to a sector that she knew nothing about other than that 'she would not want to be there' if the people she had attempted to ask about it were to be believed. There wasn't much that could phase her too greatly, she liked to believe, and that any obstacles between her and freedom would only serve to irritate her at most.

[ ♬ ]   When she finally stretched her legs and stepped off the platform, the android couldn't help but chide herself for not taking the cautionary words in to higher consideration. Fine features contorting in utter disgust, Luka deftly sidestepped the webbing that creeped along the pavement before her. No doubt about it, there was an infestation at hand; one of a much different caliber than what she had witnessed in Sector oo2. 

[ ♬ ]   Once again grateful for her inorganic build and the innate immunity to the spiders' venom it lent to her, the android thankfully didn't have to trudge too far through the nest and dodge skittering legs for too long before she happened upon something far more interesting than the spiders.

[ ♬ ]   Wisps of smoke and a burning glow that traveled along the silken strands as they left nothing but ash in their wake. The cause of them? Nothing as complicated as a flamethrower, nor as simple as a matchbook. No, the source of the flames was none other than a living, breathing man who couldn't be much older than the age she was build to appear as, scattering the embers unaided by equipment one would associate with the task. Was it some sort of magic trick? Or simply an innate ability native the the universe the scientists had pulled him from? No matter the origins, it had left Luka mesmerized.

[ ♬ ]   Or at least, it had, until a rather adventurous tarantula had finally reached the end of her boot and began exploring the area around her knee. The feeling of the bristly legs brushing along her flesh, as artificial as it may be, was an unpleasant one even with the thin fabric of pantyhose to dull the sensation. Needless to say, Luka did not respond well, with a shrill whine and a decisive swipe of the hand. Only after ridding herself of the pest did it occur to her that her knee-jerk reaction could have drawn the attention of the man in the top hat.

[ ♬ ]   Not wanting to lose face, no time was wasted in straightening herself and clearing her throat in an attempt to restore her cold yet elegant air.