Susie
(#42366546)
Level 1 Coatl
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
7.44 m
Wingspan
7.51 m
Weight
916.52 kg
Genetics
Lavender
Metallic
Metallic
Fuchsia
Alloy
Alloy
Beige
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 157 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Biography
I'm sure you remember me. Susie? The charming secretary?
- responsible for quelling the familiar rebellion (with a laser gun. and multiple threats.) ("And THIS is why I'll never have a familiar.")
- probably not a dragon
- works for HWCwhatever that is...
- sees every other dragon as inferior. rude.
IKTR PICKS: 3
- responsible for quelling the familiar rebellion (with a laser gun. and multiple threats.) ("And THIS is why I'll never have a familiar.")
- probably not a dragon
- works for HWC
- sees every other dragon as inferior. rude.
IKTR PICKS: 3
BOOTING UP... ->
WELCOME USER [REDACTED]. ->
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
> scan systems
AFFIRMATIVE. ->
.
..
...
1 FILE CORRUPTED. DELETE "rosa.exe"? ->
>YES
>NO
...
>yes
ARE YOU SURE? DELETED FILES CANNOT BE RECOVERED. ->
>yes
[ Wait. NO. ]
VERY WELL. DELETION IN PROGRESS ->
[ No! Nonononono!! You can't do this to me! ]
CONFIRM DELETION OF FILE "rosa.exe"? DENIAL WILL CANCEL DELETION PROCESS ->
[ I have a son and mate! I can't go! Not now! ]
>YES
>NO
[ Say no! SAY NO! ]
...
>goodbye rosa.
>yes
AFFIRMATIVE. DELETING FILE... ->
[ No! NO! NONON-AAAAAAAAAAASJIFNEKMSIMAOKDWJKFNJEBWAJKSNMKAKDBFWENKALSJNFJENSAMJFNEWJASK- ]
DELETION COMPLETE. ->
ANYTHING ELSE? ->
>no
OK. SHUTTING DOWN... ->
WELCOME USER [REDACTED]. ->
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
> scan systems
AFFIRMATIVE. ->
.
..
...
1 FILE CORRUPTED. DELETE "rosa.exe"? ->
>YES
>NO
...
>yes
ARE YOU SURE? DELETED FILES CANNOT BE RECOVERED. ->
>yes
[ Wait. NO. ]
VERY WELL. DELETION IN PROGRESS ->
[ No! Nonononono!! You can't do this to me! ]
CONFIRM DELETION OF FILE "rosa.exe"? DENIAL WILL CANCEL DELETION PROCESS ->
[ I have a son and mate! I can't go! Not now! ]
>YES
>NO
[ Say no! SAY NO! ]
...
>goodbye rosa.
>yes
AFFIRMATIVE. DELETING FILE... ->
[ No! NO! NONON-AAAAAAAAAAASJIFNEKMSIMAOKDWJKFNJEBWAJKSNMKAKDBFWENKALSJNFJENSAMJFNEWJASK- ]
DELETION COMPLETE. ->
ANYTHING ELSE? ->
>no
OK. SHUTTING DOWN... ->
...
BOOTING UP... ->
HELLO. PLEASE ENTER IDENTIFICATIONS. ->
>susie
WELCOME USER SUSIE. ->
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
>scan files
AFFIRMATIVE. ->
.
..
...
0 FILES FOUND. ->
"Perfect."
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
>upload file
AFFIRMATIVE. WHAT FILE WOULD YOU LIKE TO UPLOAD? ->
>"HWCpatrya.exe"
UPLOADING FILE... ->
The secretary reclined in her chair as a progress bar was printed onto the monitor ahead. It was a massive success, almost a miracle at work, that she'd been able to connect to a lone mechanism lacking code entirely in another dimension. As the data relayed unnoticeably behind the scenes, she began thinking about how impossible this must be to the natives of the countless planets she'd assimilated into the company.
But that was simply one of the bonuses of being apart of HWC. Achieving the impossible.
UPLOAD COMPLETE. ->
ANYTHING ELSE? ->
>run "HWCpatrya.exe"
RUNNING FILE... ->
Great. The code was up and running. Assuming time worked differently there from here, it should be a different time than the noon the secretary had last seen the time at. All she had to do now was wait for her custom code to run, and she'd be ready to upload her consciousness into the machine and test its functions.
Soon, the machine was ready to start the process. The secretary climbed into the chamber designed to hold her in stasis while being uploaded into the body she had chosen, and the last thing she saw before closing her eyes was the pod entrance closing above her.
And she had woken up again, not in her own body, but a completely foreign one. She moved to look at her hand, only to find an almost metallic claw in its place. She had new appendages, too. A tail and two wings, seemingly. To be frank, she almost felt like that 4-headed beast from Halcandra.
It almost felt cathartic, actually.
"Everything seems to be working optimally," she stated to no one in particular. "Testing deemed successful." And with those final words to herself, she requested the machine extract her mind and return it to where it belonged; on her own shoulders.
The next few days were a period of rest. She didn't expect the amount of whiplash she had woken up with after return, but it was there, and very prominent. She didn't plan for it, and extra time needed to be set aside to plot out how exactly she'd deal with it. Ignoring it could be catastrophic.
During this period, though, her body she had possessed in that other dimension was still laying there, waiting to be discovered. And discovered it was, by PROJECT.
The lonely husk that could loosely be considered a robot had been picked up and turned into the perfect repairbot. What better way to show it off than with a public showcase? Similar to how HA001 and HA002 were showcased, except it wasn't a prototype nor for sale.
They never bothered to check the files, though. Simply install the program and done.
...right?
BOOTING UP... ->
WELCOME USER SUSIE. ->
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
>run "HWCpatrya.exe"
WARNING. THERE ARE UNKNOWN FILES THAT MAY INTERFERE WITH FILE'S FUNCTIONS. CONTINUE? ->
>YES
>NO
"Unknown files? Nonono, go back. I need to see this for myself."
>no
CANCELLING ACTION... ->
ANYTHING ELSE? ->
>scan files
AFFIRMATIVE. ->
.
..
...
2 FILES FOUND. ->
>HWCpatrya.exe
>PRJCTutility.exe
"PRJCTutility? What in the name of... oh, nevermind that, just delete it."
>delete "PRJCTutility.exe"
CONFIRM DELETION OF FILE "PRJCTutility.exe"? DENIAL WILL CANCEL DELETION PROCESS. ->
>YES
>NO
>yes
AFFIRMATIVE. DELETING FILE... ->
DELETION COMPLETE. ->
The secretary paid it no mind. Must've been a file it had missed during the initial scan. What if it was a virus, however? She'd run an antivirus later, though. Preparations for the mental transfer were at hand. She got to work setting up a comfortable environment for herself to stay after the session. A bed, fluffy pillows, soft blankets. Who said she couldn't be comfortable afterwards?
In the other world, however, PROJECT's "perfect utility robot" had bricked. It was unresponsive on-stage, during a motherboard troubleshooting simulation. While the general public were murmuring in confusion amongst themselves, the scientists were in a panic. Had something gone wrong? Did it short circuit? The lavender-colored robot was whisked away for repairs, while a PROJECT representative attempted to direct the crowd towards another presentation.
While the troubleshooting was going on, however, the secretary in another dimension prepared for consciousness transfer again.
The scientists certainly didn't expect the "utility robot" they were working on to begin moving.
"Oh. It appears I am not alone in this world after all," she simply commented.
The scientists were shocked. One of them could be considered a weird mix of terror, confusion and anger. That one almost snapped at her, "Who ARE you? What have you done with our program?"
Ah. That file. "Simple. I deleted it. My name is S-"
"No, you don't have a name. What is your designation, who do you work for?"
"My, that's very rude."
"You- you can't-you shouldn't-"
"Please let me speak, thank you. My name is Susanna Patrya Haltmann, and I work for the Haltmann Works Company, or HWC. It was a pleasure to meet you, but I must be leaving now."
"Y-You aren't leaving, we won't allow that! Security-"
And with one whap of her tail to his neck, he was out cold. This tail might be useful for more than just looking pretty. Although, more reinforcements might be coming soon. And fighting up close wasn't her strong suit.
She had to go.
...wait, did she practice walki-
INCOMING TRANSMISSION. ->
"Hello? Can you hear me?" The voice rang out, loud and clear, in her head.
"Oh, uh. Yes, yes I can."
"Okay, good. PROJECT's in a panic, and you don't have much time. I'm sending some field units in there to come rescue you."
"'Rescue'? Why do I need rescuing? And who are you?" the second question came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "Oh, sorry if that's a bit rude or badly timed, I-"
"No need to apologize. My name is Cipher."
"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Cipher, but I need to get going. You said you wanted to 'rescue' me, right?"
"Yep. Some of our units are coming to get you out of there right now. Just keep your head on 'til then, alright?"
"Got it."
"Alright. Signing out for now, catch you on the flip side."
TRANSMISSION ENDED. ->
Keep her head on, got it. She assumed they had weapons of some sort. She had to move. Walking would be easy enough, just one foot in front of the other. Walking carefully out of the room she was in, she saw the absolute warzone the area outside had become. Dragons were fighting dragons. The mood had changed completely, and that honestly scared the secretary. Some of the dragons noticed her, the odd one out, and ran over to her. "We're here to get you out of here, c'mon!" they yelled at her. So, of course, she followed. Occasionally stumbling, sometimes over her own feet, sometimes over scrap and wire. But she followed.
Soon, they arrived at an almost stronghold-like structure. "You'll be safer here. Welcome to FL/GHT," one of the androids next to her commented.
"Thank you, thank you. Guess I'll be looking for somewhere to rest," she responded.
One of the other dragons perked up. "Oh, I could show you to the infirmary, if you want?"
She simply nodded at that. At least that might be a chance to go back home, at least.
BOOTING UP... ->
HELLO. PLEASE ENTER IDENTIFICATIONS. ->
>susie
WELCOME USER SUSIE. ->
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
>scan files
AFFIRMATIVE. ->
.
..
...
0 FILES FOUND. ->
"Perfect."
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
>upload file
AFFIRMATIVE. WHAT FILE WOULD YOU LIKE TO UPLOAD? ->
>"HWCpatrya.exe"
UPLOADING FILE... ->
The secretary reclined in her chair as a progress bar was printed onto the monitor ahead. It was a massive success, almost a miracle at work, that she'd been able to connect to a lone mechanism lacking code entirely in another dimension. As the data relayed unnoticeably behind the scenes, she began thinking about how impossible this must be to the natives of the countless planets she'd assimilated into the company.
But that was simply one of the bonuses of being apart of HWC. Achieving the impossible.
UPLOAD COMPLETE. ->
ANYTHING ELSE? ->
>run "HWCpatrya.exe"
RUNNING FILE... ->
Great. The code was up and running. Assuming time worked differently there from here, it should be a different time than the noon the secretary had last seen the time at. All she had to do now was wait for her custom code to run, and she'd be ready to upload her consciousness into the machine and test its functions.
Soon, the machine was ready to start the process. The secretary climbed into the chamber designed to hold her in stasis while being uploaded into the body she had chosen, and the last thing she saw before closing her eyes was the pod entrance closing above her.
And she had woken up again, not in her own body, but a completely foreign one. She moved to look at her hand, only to find an almost metallic claw in its place. She had new appendages, too. A tail and two wings, seemingly. To be frank, she almost felt like that 4-headed beast from Halcandra.
It almost felt cathartic, actually.
"Everything seems to be working optimally," she stated to no one in particular. "Testing deemed successful." And with those final words to herself, she requested the machine extract her mind and return it to where it belonged; on her own shoulders.
The next few days were a period of rest. She didn't expect the amount of whiplash she had woken up with after return, but it was there, and very prominent. She didn't plan for it, and extra time needed to be set aside to plot out how exactly she'd deal with it. Ignoring it could be catastrophic.
During this period, though, her body she had possessed in that other dimension was still laying there, waiting to be discovered. And discovered it was, by PROJECT.
The lonely husk that could loosely be considered a robot had been picked up and turned into the perfect repairbot. What better way to show it off than with a public showcase? Similar to how HA001 and HA002 were showcased, except it wasn't a prototype nor for sale.
They never bothered to check the files, though. Simply install the program and done.
...right?
BOOTING UP... ->
WELCOME USER SUSIE. ->
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO? ->
>run "HWCpatrya.exe"
WARNING. THERE ARE UNKNOWN FILES THAT MAY INTERFERE WITH FILE'S FUNCTIONS. CONTINUE? ->
>YES
>NO
"Unknown files? Nonono, go back. I need to see this for myself."
>no
CANCELLING ACTION... ->
ANYTHING ELSE? ->
>scan files
AFFIRMATIVE. ->
.
..
...
2 FILES FOUND. ->
>HWCpatrya.exe
>PRJCTutility.exe
"PRJCTutility? What in the name of... oh, nevermind that, just delete it."
>delete "PRJCTutility.exe"
CONFIRM DELETION OF FILE "PRJCTutility.exe"? DENIAL WILL CANCEL DELETION PROCESS. ->
>YES
>NO
>yes
AFFIRMATIVE. DELETING FILE... ->
DELETION COMPLETE. ->
The secretary paid it no mind. Must've been a file it had missed during the initial scan. What if it was a virus, however? She'd run an antivirus later, though. Preparations for the mental transfer were at hand. She got to work setting up a comfortable environment for herself to stay after the session. A bed, fluffy pillows, soft blankets. Who said she couldn't be comfortable afterwards?
In the other world, however, PROJECT's "perfect utility robot" had bricked. It was unresponsive on-stage, during a motherboard troubleshooting simulation. While the general public were murmuring in confusion amongst themselves, the scientists were in a panic. Had something gone wrong? Did it short circuit? The lavender-colored robot was whisked away for repairs, while a PROJECT representative attempted to direct the crowd towards another presentation.
While the troubleshooting was going on, however, the secretary in another dimension prepared for consciousness transfer again.
The scientists certainly didn't expect the "utility robot" they were working on to begin moving.
"Oh. It appears I am not alone in this world after all," she simply commented.
The scientists were shocked. One of them could be considered a weird mix of terror, confusion and anger. That one almost snapped at her, "Who ARE you? What have you done with our program?"
Ah. That file. "Simple. I deleted it. My name is S-"
"No, you don't have a name. What is your designation, who do you work for?"
"My, that's very rude."
"You- you can't-you shouldn't-"
"Please let me speak, thank you. My name is Susanna Patrya Haltmann, and I work for the Haltmann Works Company, or HWC. It was a pleasure to meet you, but I must be leaving now."
"Y-You aren't leaving, we won't allow that! Security-"
And with one whap of her tail to his neck, he was out cold. This tail might be useful for more than just looking pretty. Although, more reinforcements might be coming soon. And fighting up close wasn't her strong suit.
She had to go.
...wait, did she practice walki-
INCOMING TRANSMISSION. ->
"Hello? Can you hear me?" The voice rang out, loud and clear, in her head.
"Oh, uh. Yes, yes I can."
"Okay, good. PROJECT's in a panic, and you don't have much time. I'm sending some field units in there to come rescue you."
"'Rescue'? Why do I need rescuing? And who are you?" the second question came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "Oh, sorry if that's a bit rude or badly timed, I-"
"No need to apologize. My name is Cipher."
"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Cipher, but I need to get going. You said you wanted to 'rescue' me, right?"
"Yep. Some of our units are coming to get you out of there right now. Just keep your head on 'til then, alright?"
"Got it."
"Alright. Signing out for now, catch you on the flip side."
TRANSMISSION ENDED. ->
Keep her head on, got it. She assumed they had weapons of some sort. She had to move. Walking would be easy enough, just one foot in front of the other. Walking carefully out of the room she was in, she saw the absolute warzone the area outside had become. Dragons were fighting dragons. The mood had changed completely, and that honestly scared the secretary. Some of the dragons noticed her, the odd one out, and ran over to her. "We're here to get you out of here, c'mon!" they yelled at her. So, of course, she followed. Occasionally stumbling, sometimes over her own feet, sometimes over scrap and wire. But she followed.
Soon, they arrived at an almost stronghold-like structure. "You'll be safer here. Welcome to FL/GHT," one of the androids next to her commented.
"Thank you, thank you. Guess I'll be looking for somewhere to rest," she responded.
One of the other dragons perked up. "Oh, I could show you to the infirmary, if you want?"
She simply nodded at that. At least that might be a chance to go back home, at least.
Click or tap a food type to individually feed this dragon only. The other dragons in your lair will not have their energy replenished.
This dragon doesn't eat Insects.
This dragon doesn't eat Meat.
Feed this dragon Seafood.
This dragon doesn't eat Plants.
Exalting Susie to the service of the Windsinger will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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