This is the Creaturina that only Alice knows. This Creatuie is soft, gentle, and loving… though, still, slightly scary. Alice can literally make this Creatuie purr, when she brushes her amazing hair (yes, she actually purrs). Creatuie would never harm her Alice, ever, for any reason. As she is with everything she does, Creatuie is frighteningly serious about her love for Alice. So serious, she discards all her warrior, lethal, killer habits, and becomes just another loving being. She even allows her fingertips to soften, so they are no longer razor-sharp/diamond-hard. This process takes half an hour either way, making her slightly vulnerable… though, really, it just means she can’t rip things open; she’s still quite able to rip things apart. This does not, for a moment, mean she is not, still, the most formidable killer on the Earth, ever.
This creature is not a force of nature; she is a force of the Universe. When she is with Alice, she is the eye of the storm, she is a calm, soft, gentle creature, who is always, literally, seconds away from becoming a horrifically methodical, mind-numbingly perfect, blindingly fast destroyer… an appallingly efficient killer who never stops until everything, and everyone she deems a threat is dead. That’s when she stops, when they are all dead. She never forgives, and she never forgets. She never uses a weapon; she is a weapon… she uses her bare hands to rip metal and flesh apart as if it was paper. She does this so fast that even the fastest cameras struggle to record her actions.
This beautiful, alien, creature has killed tens of thousands of beings since she’s been on Earth, sometimes thousands at a time; they all deserved it. Their actions drew her to them, some of them lived long enough to regret their actions, though, not very long after that.
Creaturina doesn’t know it, but she is powered by an entire planet; her mother, Nightmare. This is where her phenomenal strength and speed come from; she never tires, she never grows weak, she simply keeps going till she knows it is time to stop. She can keep moving faster than a human can even see, until she has done what she has set out to do, which is always to terminate those she deems a threat. This is because she is a top-of-the-chain predator… that’s what she was born as, that’s what she does. She never hesitates, never feels doubt, never feels fear. She just acts.
What Creatuie doesn’t know, is that she has never operated at her full potential, actually never even operated at half her full potential. She does not know who she really is, what she really is. What she really is, is, really, god-like. If she needed to, she could literally fly, literally jump straight up, into space, and keep going. She has never felt the need to do this, so she’s never done it.
It goes without saying that you, whether a single person, or an entire nation, would be out of your mind to harm Alice. Suicidally out of your mind.
This is what I’m currently working on. This is Creaturina as only Alice knows her; soft, gentle, and loving… as apposed to hard, vicious, and lethal, which is how the world, except for those she protects, know/knows her (:
Almost finished my sweet Pilot (:
Because she is the product of genetic engineering, the Pilot is beautiful, and physically perfect… something she is completely unaware of. All she has ever known, for two hundred years, is the ship she and the military AI she is interfaced with, control. The ship is called Scythe of Terra. The Scythe is a Horror Class battleship, the only one in it’s class, the biggest battleship the Earth Federation ever built.
The Scythe is 2 kilometers long, half a kilometer wide, half a kilometer deep. She weighs 600,000 tons. She has a crew of 30,000 humans, 500 ‘terminals’, 50 Ninja Class battle mechs, and one Pilot. She carries 50,000 Brute Class battle mechs, and 2000 battle drones. She is armed to the teeth with electromagnetic railguns, laser cannons, displacers, missiles, photon beams and chemical powered solid projectile launchers. She has an FTL drive with multiple redundancy, and is capable of jumping through hyperspace. The Pilot loves hyperspace, she hears the song of the universe while she is piloting through hyperspace… she loves that song. That song loves her, too, though that’s another story.
Yay! I have regained enthusiasm for my Pilot. As you can see, I’m running with clothed, and staying with the ridged suit. Love it when I work through a block and the result is something I like. Love my Pilot, now. Here are some more details about her:
She has never been outside her protective environment. Not physically. Every one of her 30,000 strong crew complement has a haptic implant, which not only enables the pilot to feel everything each of them does, but to see and hear everything they do, in real time… all of them at once. She also has 500 ‘terminals’, android replica’s of herself, who live and work among the crew, she not only sees, hears and experiences everything each of them does, also in real time, but she controls each one of them as an individual. Their job is to help/protect the crew, as well as run the ship… they are not necessarily officers, though some are. She also controls thousands of independent battle drones, destroyer-sized warships in their own right, though, as they only ever have her terminals as crew, they are several times faster/more maneuverable than a human-crewed destroyer, and have vastly more destructive weapons which, as they require no shielding/containment, can be run harder/hotter/faster than similar weapons on a human crewed ship.
Beyond her protective shell, is another, sealed/shielded shell, stretching 50 meters in every direction from her shell. This space is totally empty, and filled with hard vacuum. It also contains 50 Ninja class battle mechs. These mechs are twice the size of a human, and resemble a human, except for their six arms. They are ridiculously strong, they are not only weapons themselves, but each contains multiple weapons of all kinds, from blades to plasma torches, and every kind of projectile and energy weapon in between. They are hive-minded, but also capable of individual thought. Their sole reason for existence is to protect the pilot. Their programming goes: protect the pilot, protect each other, protect yourself. The pilot has no control over them.