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Kos-Mos | Xenosaga

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Pods:

[Kos-Mos hit the metal deck with a heavy thump as the pod ejected her, standing immediately and scanning the area around her, skimming through the information her sensors dumped into her. Space ship, large, unfamiliar configuration, the surrounding area filled with life forms that did not register aside from mostly being human. No familiar ID tags, no recognizable signals. No U.M.N.]

[She scanned through the readings twice before she finally, turning to inspect the pod that she had woken up from, reaching out to touch it...then noticing the fluid still dripping from her hands. Why would she have been stored anywhere except in her maintenance bay?]

[Kos-Mos focused on her scanner again as she stood there staring into the pod, more specifically, scanning for body types, body forms, familiar settings. For Shion. Nothing. A second scan for anyone else from the Elsa. Again nothing. What was going on?]

[Anyone who came by as she was examining the pod would notice that she didn't appear to care at all about being naked, and anything more that a cursory examination would reveal why. While she appeared to be human, and clearly female, she was also clearly not. From the neck down, she was a featureless, human-sized barbie doll. The unnaturally sky-blue hair that stretched down all the way to her rear was probably another clue.]

[As someone passed she turned away from the pod to stop them.]

I am searching for Shion Uzuki, do you know where she is?

[Her voice was quick and crisp, with only a faint ting to indicate it was unnatural. Her red eyes were quite intense though, wrong answers might be dangerous...]

Lockers:

[The basics of the situation explained to her, Kos-Mos had taken longer than was necessary in the shower. Cleaning herself was not a task she had ever needed to bother with before, but she was meticulous in removing every trace of the pod from her skin and hair before venturing to the 'locker' that had been assigned to her. Inside she had found only the ship jumpsuit and an outfit she had not worn in some time.]

[However, as she stood there, the gloves had been left off, hanging over the top of the locker door as she examined the tattoo that now graced her wrist. She was frowning, almost unnoticeable, as she flexed her fingers, watching the artificial muscles moving beneath her skin, shifting the numbers without removing them. A pause, and her entire hand from the elbow down seemed to shimmer, shifting and twisting until it had transformed into a long, white blade. But the numbers remained, resting on the side of the blade now. Another shift, and it was a wide-barrel gun instead, and now the numbers were written along the barrel.]

[And then back to her plain arm, and she brought up her other hand to trace along the numbers lightly. They didn't seem to register at all with her system, but they were clearly there.]

Wildcard:

[Kos-Mos will be exploring the ship, night and day, whatever departments will allow her access, and can be run into almost anywhere!]