Morene Fellon

Level 1
Sep 10, 2018
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"Ah," Morene purred, sitting herself down. Her eyes moved up and down Iris' figure, the outline of the android's silhouette now much puffier than before. The huntress was rather proud of her sense of fashion; the dark casual jacket that wrapped around Iris' body was just as sleek as her.

As the android girl popped the thick collar of her new coat, she swirled in front of Morene a single time. Showing off, a smile beamed on her face.

"That's more like it!" The knochten piped up, sharing a genuine grin with the lady in front of her, bubbling with young life.

"I think... this is the one! It's very cute," Iris spoke to herself almost, lost looking at herself in the small mirror at her side.

"Forsooth," Morene finished off, "now you can express yourself freely without the chill breeze in the air distracting you. Still..."


"It needs something," Morene hummed, a finger on her chin as she slowly circled around Iris to the best of her ability in the still relatively small ship. The knightress pondered; as cute as Iris was standing in front of her with her swanky new outfit, it had something that could be considered an empty space. The woman heading the personal fashion show in front of her couldn't tell where exactly that empty space was. Finally, Morene walked slowly to the lockers in the same room as the mirror Iris used to oogle herself and her new clothes. She nodded once, reaching into the opened storage unit. From her single gauntleted hand held a rather small looking piece of cloth, which later revealed itself to be a beanie as Morene held it out in both of her hands.

"Here!" The knochten couldn't help herself, reaching over to the android's small head to fit the small hat. The piece of wool wrapped itself snug around her head; just as Morene thought, the dark grey color of both the jacket and her hat fit perfectly with her long white mane of hair. The huntress held both her hands to her cheeks as Iris raised her head, giggling. Morene gushed.

"Ohh, 'tis perfect!"

"I see what you mean, good choice!" Iris expressed her agreement without hesitation. With that, she blinked, hopping down the small room and right back into the cockpit of the ship, putting her duff right down on the seat. She folded her arms, eyes widening in slight surprise. "Huh," she murmured, "we're already almost there! Morene, do they know we're coming about now?"

"Yes, yes, they will in a moment," Morene blushed, realizing that she had forgotten to reply to her new employers, hoping the two of the girls were lucky enough to pass the interview ahead of them. In a rush, she pulled the tablet that Iris had to recalibrate after getting her new spacecraft. Pecking gently on the screen with her armored fingers, the woman clumsily went to her account details and looked at her sent messages. She figured it might have been a bad idea to jab at a screen with a suit of power armor, but she had no time, feeling the ship's altitude lower by the second.

CreedmoorKnocht: Hello, my name is Morene Fellon; I am stranded in space and am about to land near your general location. I and my partner need a job for financial support and also getting accustomed to the lands; I fit all of your requirements, I believe.

Bajiitro'aran: Oh, hi! Can I have some sort of verification of your appearance at least? I'll PM you the coordinates for the interview afterward, just don't try anything sneaky ;)

. . .

CreedmoorKnocht: I have messaged you the verification you have asked for, my partner Iris included. I apologize it took me so long, I am not familiar with the technology here. I will be reporting to your location promptly, miss N'air.


"And," Morene inhaled, pressing the tiny button reading 'Send' on the tablet, "there!" Before she could even realize it, the floorboards of the spacecraft shook as Iris stuck the landing with a surprising amount of grace. Iris focused her attention on making sure her new means of transportation was anchored firmly into the ground before lifting herself from her seat.

"So," Iris inquired, "where to now?"

"Don't worry about that, I already have their coordinates; we should be there in little time at all. Follow," Morene gestured back, reassuring the android girl as she walked outside of the spacecraft and out into the humid air of Opealon, the land of suspended soils.

It took the two women a surprisingly short hike walking on the beaten path laid out before them before reaching the coordinates halfway across the island's edge. It was a dock of some sorts; Morene knew she could see two figures standing on the edge of the wooden boards. The sun made it difficult to make out any details in their clothing, but Morene knew it was those who were to hire her soon, if she was up to the task anyway. Both her and Iris stepped forward, Morene stopping before she laid her sabaton on the docks.

The figure standing at the end of the boarded frame looked back, a very traditional garb wrapping her... furry face? Morene thought to herself. She didn't mind, but she certainly didn't expect the woman that was to interview her would have any feline features. A stern look marked the mother's face.

"Hm. So this is the one you picked out?" The feline eyed the knight with a cynical intensity. The younger girl at her side swayed a bit, giving her affirmation and gazing up at the knochten through thick lashes. The Khajiiti woman stepped forward, extending her hand.

"This one's name is Ra'tima-Dro. It is this one's daughter, Masahir, that the knight will be watching over- if, she passes the interview. Who is this partner?" She gestured to Iris.

“Ah, that is my companion, Iris,” the knochten replied, eyebrows raised at the mention of knights, a title she continue to ponder the meaning of. She elaborated, hoping to sound as innocent as possible as the android peevishly looked on at the small cat mother. “I didn’t know if this job was open for two; possibly not, but she’s my… driver, so to speak.”

Before Ra could say anything Masa chimed in. “Oh, a chaperone driver? I wouldn’t mind paying miss Iris for transportation, at the very least.” She stepped in front of her mom, a hand on her hip and one on her chin as she looked over both possible employees.

“How good are you at driving, miss Iris? And is it true what they say about this ‘space’ stuff? I’ve never seen a so called spaceship in real life, but they did have them in fancy commercials back home.”

Ra cleared her throat and glanced at Morene. “How long has this one been doing bodyguard details? The man this one is replacing had many years of experience, Ra’tima-Dro can only hope Moren e has as much, if not more.”

“Five years of mercenary work, a decade of general combat experience.” The answer was very forward; she wasn’t showing off whatsoever by the tone of her voice. Ra, in all of her experience living, was nigh-certain that the knight-errant in front of her was telling the truth just looking at her eyes alone.

If the khajiit was impressed, she failed to show it outwardly, instead opting to ask another question, “tell this one about your previous guard experience, and how you handle stressful situations. This one’s daughter has been attacked in the past, how would Morene respond in a crisis?”

“How broad of an inquiry!” Morene whistled, a slight smile resting on her face as Ra’tima-Dro still gave her cold eyes. She nodded, “I try to use as much force is needed for the task; overkill is not my game. Yet, I don’t think that’s the answer you want, ma’am.” Slowly, the knight-errant held her hands outwards. In an instant, the woman’s two-handed greatsword spawned in both of her palms, her one gift from the godmind that sent her here, Ark’maer.

“I,” Morene paused, “respond quickly, and without prejudice. I am quick with my wrists, and with my armor even quicker. Stress in the face of danger is not something I can do when I spent a decade of my life having flesh-rending monsters breathing down my neck nearly every week I slept, let me tell you!”

The cat cocked an eyebrow at the invigorated response, taking a long moment to study the sword the knight-errant had summoned. She delicately ran a lithe finger down the flat of the blade, murring at the familiar cold bite of a well forged weapon. Finally she looked up at Morene. “Come, you must kneel so this one can properly see your face.”

Morene did as she was told, without hesitation. A large thud was heard by all witnessing parties as the huntress took a knee. The knight-errant was in full sight now, and Ra’tima-Dro knew full and well how genuine her stories were. Still, this interview wasn’t over yet.

“Hm,” Ra mumbled lowly, “how often does Morene train? How?”

This is getting excessive, Morene thought, doing well to disguise her slight bewilderment at how thorough this entire process was. Am I protecting royalty of some sort? She replied. “Every day, if possible. My van’giir organs allow me to eat sufficiently as to allow for better strength, and I do drills every day to keep my hands quick.”

She knew that wasn’t enough. The cat mother almost scowled. Almost.

“Er,” Morene nodded, “I can bench eight-hundred without armor, two-thousand and five-hundred with.”

“Morene is hired.”


“Come, this one will allow you to show us to your ship,” Ra finally concluded, Iris in the meantime popping her head up from behind Morene’s tank-plated back.

“Yes ma’am,” the android nervously piped up in response. Morene cracked a slight smile at Iris’ slight intimidation.

The four women walked for a few minutes thereafter, little words spoken. That didn’t last long. Quickly, Iris and Masahir made easy conversation, the two young girls finding each other’s presence quite comfortable, nevermind the hulking knight and ferocious feline assassin walking with them side-by-side.

Iris Severity

Level 1
Aug 3, 2018
“Inverxe? I think it’s a small ice planet not too far from here. If he really is from where you were before here, then we should definitely check it out.”

Iris responded to Masahir speak about this man named Victor Wolfe. An eccentric politician that used to help a King Gilgamesh where she used to live. This omniverse seemed like such an interesting and strangely familiar place. In any case, she and Morene now had a job! The android couldn’t help but feel a large well of excitement from within here, she was practically glowing underneath her skin from the thought.

Iris and Morene guided their new employers into the ship, making their way past the empty cargo boxes and barrels in the bay and moving up the stairs into the main hall.

“Downstairs is the engine room and life support systems. I suppose you wouldn’t need to go in there much since Morene or I will be taking care of the ship, but just in case!”

Ra’tima and Masa each gave a nod, with the furry feline speaking up only for a moment, her tone dry. “This one would hope no such repairs would need to be made.”

“I promise you that even in that case, we would be well prepared to make the necessary response and keep you both safe.” Morene quickly responded though she could hardly admit she knew anything about keeping a spaceship running. She assumed it would not be too much different from any technology she had already engineered with.

“Of course! And don’t forget about the bedrooms on the right, plenty of space for everyone, with a locker room and all. The kitchen and workshop are to the left, and if we keep going forward we will see the control room! Oh, and in case any of us gets sick or hurt there a small medical area behind us on the right, and a teeny tiny jail cell on the left in case we find someone naughty!”

Masahir seemed excited about the ship, looking around the main hall with all of the chairs around it, peeking into each of the rooms with wild curiosity.

“Well, what do you think Mamá?”

“This one thinks the ship will serve its purpose and that these two will provide protection for now. We will see about long term employment.”

Iris and Morene gave each other a glance and a nod, a smile coming across the android’s face at the affirmation of their good first impression.

“Off to Inverxe, we go then! There are extra food and clothes in storage, though there isn't anything long term. I don’t need to eat or anything so I only picked up stuff for Morene on our last trip to a station.”

“No worries! The place we were staying at served us breakfast, so we should be fine! I must say, I am pretty excited to see space! I always wondered what the night sky looked like up close.” Masa looked down the stairs as the boarding ramp closed tight against the hull.

“Well, everything is just as far as it looks,” Iris said with a nervous chuckle. She never thought that space was that interesting, people were loads more intriguing in her eyes. “If you want, you can stay up front with us so you can see outside.”

“Really? I won’t get in the way or anything?”

“Of course not, there is plenty of room.”

Both of the girls moved over to the cockpit as Masa left her bags with Morene. Her feline mother seemed to roll her eyes as she beckoned for Morene to help her bring the bags to the rooms. Morene obliged, grabbing the bags with no effort and following the small khajiit down the hall to the pair of rooms at the end. It would make sense to have them there since they would need to most time to react to any dangers aboard the ship.

“Ra’tima will take the room on the right, place her daughter’s belongings in the one beside it. This one will make sure they are in order.”

With a nod, the Knochten opened the door and began to set the bags on the bed. Though she was still new to this plane of reality, she felt as if she was beginning to settle in quite nicely. The hum of the ship coming to life caught her attention as she made her way back down the hall toward the control room.

“The world so far away… I never thought it would look so amazing. It's so blue!”

“Well, there is a lot of water on it. Inverxe is blue too, but a bit lighter because the water is all ice.”

“A whole world covered in ice? Oof, Dios mío the motion is actually making me a little sick to the stomach.” A small groan came from the woman as she held her belly.

Iris nervously looked around, unsure of what to do.

“I’ll go grab you some water, it should help,” Morene called out from the doorway, saving Iris from wondering what to do about an upset stomach.

The Knochten entered the kitchen and searched the supplies for some fresh drink, but soon froze in her tracks.

It seemed as though somebody else had already begun to help themselves to one of the bottles, as well as a few other small snacks. Morene immediately kicked into gear, making her way to the main hall in a rush while calling out to the others.

The commotion had already begun in the living quarter's hall, footsteps rushing down as Morene put a hand up to Masa to motion her to stay in the cockpit. Her eyes went wide as she nervously backed up, Iris readying her whip and stepping in front of her to join the action. Before the culprit could round the corner, Morene was already mid-swing, her blade ready to cleave the intruder in two.

Out of the doorway stepped a roguish man, cloaked in brown garb and leather with numerous buckles, his grey eyes darting straight to Morene as he narrowly ducked under her blade. As she recovered and repositioned herself how she could in the small room, Ra’tima came behind him, claws extended and eyes throwing daggers at the man.

Iris sprung forward, whipping her energetic lasso and catching the stowaway on the cheek, leaving a bright red burn and his tanned skin. It was enough to force a flinch out of him, allowing Morene the chance to shove the dull side of her blade against him and pin him against the wall by his shoulders.

“Hold it there or I won’t hesitate to flip this blade.”

“Now now, I don’t recall ever being into the whole domination thing, do we have a safeword?”

“No jokes, surrender and-”

A tether shot out from the man’s hand into the ceiling, allowing him to push himself down and flip under the blade, freeing himself as he began to make way for the cargo bay.

Out of the shadows came a fuzzy arm that snatched the thief by the collar and pulled him to the brig doorway. A blade pressed against his throat and drew blood.

“If this one treasures his life, then he would submit and play no more games.” Her threat came with a fierce hiss.

Without any hesitation, the man held his hands up and listened, just before making a last remark.

“Alright, the pretty kitty that came out of nowhere says the fun is over, no need to point anything else at me!”

“Ra’tima can help this one’s fat tongue become much slimmer, yes~?”

The rogue bit his lip as he gave a sigh and shook his head, deciding to comply.


The women kept alert as Ra’tima led the rogue into the cell, forcing him to remove any and all weapons and gadgets on his person before shoving him in and locking it. Iris brought the stowaway’s belongings to the main hall as Morene and Ra spoke. Masa peeked out the doorway of the cockpit and slowly came out once she realized it was safe.

“Apologies for the disruption. Had we known that there was a stowaway on the ship-”

Ra’tima raised a hand. “This one has dealt with enough rats like this in her lifetime. One cannot help but find them every time the moons rise.”

Morene gave a soft nod, glad to know that the incident didn’t impact the khajiit’s reliance on the duo. She then turned her attention to the confiscated supplies from their newfound prisoner. A few interesting gadgets lay across the crescent table, where Iris and Masa were already beginning to pick up and inspect them.

“Careful with that, you don’t know how hard-”

“Hush, this one has had enough of your babbling.” Ra’tima’s tail twitched dangerously through the air as she leaned in the doorway to the containment cell room.

“I’m just… fine. So be it.”

Morene’s sigh filled the room before she spoke up. “Iris, any idea what any of these things do?”

“From my understanding, most of this is mobility and concealment oriented, I assume that he has adapted to reconnaissance and infiltration, similar to myself. “ She picked up one of the leather pouches and watched as the missing water bottle slowly rolled out and across the table before Masa caught it. “Though perhaps with much fewer resources.”

“So just as he appears. A lowly thief.” Morene noted.

“Space pirate.” Spoke the voice next door.

“Excuse me?” Morene questioned, turning to look at the man.

The rogue leaned against the metal bars, peeking in between them while twiddling his fingers.

“I’m a space pirate. A pretty decent one I would say as well. At least until one of my mates decided to take a bribe and betray me. Serves him well to be either dead or behind bars like the rest of my crew. Suppose it was only a matter of time before I was to share their fate. On my own ship no less.”

“Your ship?” Iris perked up. “That would mean you were behind what the salesman was talking about with this ship having a bad reputation.”

“Suppose that would make its bill clean now if you four are the new owners of it. Might be stopped a few times but nothing will pop up on record. Lucky you.”

“Tell Ra’tima-Dro, how does one with such a wondrous reputation get caught with stolen snacks and water inside a closet? Perhaps this one was a simple lackey.” She huffed and chuckled, amused as the rogue seemed to straighten up and wag his finger.

“Hey, I’ve been starved in here, alright? I wasn’t thinking straight. Believe me when I say I am good because I am good. I know when to fight and when to hide and that’s why I am still here. They searched this ship from top to bottom and they found nearly all my safe storage spots. I don’t even have my blaster anymore.“

“A tall tale for sure. Ra’tima-Dro thinks you can do better.”

“Better? You haven’t even seen the half of it. If it were any other four hot babes in control of this ship I would be back in business by tomorrow with a full crew on the solar winds.”

“Ah, how sweet~” Masa piped, taking the compliment.

“Do not encourage him, Tal.”

“Sorry ‘amà!”

“Listen, all you need to do is let me out of here and let me be captain of this ship and you’ll be rolling in loot in no time.” A smirk came across his face as he cocked an eyebrow at Masa. Iris tilted her head as Morene’s fists balled up a bit tighter from the man’s cockiness. It reminded her of the one she met when she first arrived. Ra was quick to snap back to him.

“Oh? Does this one believe they hold power even now? Tell sleek Ra’tima-Dro, why haven’t you escaped from your prison already if you find yourself so clever?”

“Well, uh…” His grey eyes darted to Morene for a moment before steadying back towards Iris and Masa. “I have my reasons.”

“And what might those be?”

The rogue raised a finger, “For starters, hotness, you didn’t walk into this room when you came up behind me. I don’t know what you did but I don’t fancy a blade at my throat again.” A frown spread across his face as he rubbed the small scab on his neck.

“Secondly, that woman has a sword that is larger than I am and looks like she could lift this ship with a full planet’s gravity. I felt the air between me and it soil itself when I came out of that hallway.” A shiver followed his words.

“The sexy babe with the white hair there is cybernetic, I can see her glow and I know nothing of what she is capable of, biotech like that is not cheap.” He shook his head and seemed to contemplate the possibilities for a moment.

“And lastly, your… ahem… daughter is far too pretty for me to be so rude as to anger her dashing loving fuzzy mother. Seems like the best choice for me is to stay in here, after all, I don’t hear any plans to turn me in quite yet.” A smirk began to creep up as he gave a shrug.

“And besides, it doesn’t seem like any of you really know the ins and outs of the solar system. From the way I see it, I don’t have anything to worry about while I relax in here. This room does come with food and drink, right?”

“Hmm… This one will come back and talk about it after some time.”

With that the khajiiti woman simply walked out and allowed the ship door to close behind her, leaving the man in solitude.

“Hey, I am still starving you know! You interrupted me before I could actually get a bite of anything!” A muffled shout came from behind the metal door.

Morene spoke as the muffled shouts continued for a moment. “Are you sure we should keep him from food and drink?”

“The foolish one is already capable of doing that himself. Ra’tima-Dro simply wishes to find out how exactly he shall go about it.”

“You guys don’t want a dead man in your brig if you come across any law officials!” More shouts came from the room.

“Mamà, are you sure? Pobresito, what if he really does starve?”

“I am unsure of how you have so much certainty in this?” Iris puzzled, trying to make sense of the assumptions.

“She’s right, he wasn’t bluffing when he said there was more to him than we thought.” Morene crossed her arms as she put the pieces together. “He must be waiting for us to make land once more. Even with the arguments, he made about his captivity, his attitude was far too relaxed to warrant his arrogance. Then again, he could just as well be a fool. If so, Masa, you can bring food to him if we don’t get a response. Iris, how long until we reach Inverxe?”

“Shouldn’t take longer than about half an hour. I doubt our captive would starve by then.”

“Sounds fine then, if he doesn’t measure up to his own words then you can bring him food then, alright?”

With a nod and a smile, Masa agreed and returned to the control room with Iris in order to watch her plot course.

“With that done and over with, I wanted to talk about-” Morene began but was quickly hushed by her employer as Ra’tima’s ears twitched.

“The foolish one grows quiet. This one can hear shuffling.”

Scraping could be heard against the vents above as something rushed quickly through them. Morene stormed through into the brig and found the rogue stuffing his bearded face with chips. He stopped mid-chomp and stared up at the hulking knochten, blinking a few times.

Ra had made her way to the kitchen, making note of where subtle changes could be seen. Something had snaked its way through, a bit sloppily too she would say. The self-proclaimed space pirate certainly held some trick up his sleeve.

“How did you get the chips?” Morene was stern as she approached the bars, staring down the prisoner.

“Look if we were on first name basis then maybe we would know enough about each other for me to not grab your favorite chips, alright, cut me some slack.”

Morene’s eyes narrowed. “You know why I ask.”

“I do, and I still say cut me some slack.”

Silence hung in for a moment as the khajiiti woman came around the corner.

“Did the foolish one talk?”

“You know, I have a name.” The rogue spoke in between mouthfuls.

Morene stayed relatively still before turning to Ra.

“No, he refuses to cooperate.”

The feline motioned for Morene to head back with the others. “Ra’tima-Dro will stay until he decides to.“

“As you wish.” Though Morene felt it her own responsibility to keep watch, she knew as well as the man behind the bars that the feline was more than capable of holding her own with her display earlier. After a quick glance, she exited the room and let the door shut behind her.

The thief seemed only slightly troubled. “I at least keep the chips, right? I’d say I earned it.”

“Of course. Ra’tima-Dro would also ask what this one calls himself.”

“Ah, finally, introductions. Demetri Malius, at your service.”

“Demetri Malius. Ra’tima-Dro thinks it does not roll off the tongue well. Tell this one, Demetri, chips are salty, yes? This thief must be parched, no?” She spoke as she approached the thermostat, raising it up some.

The thief stayed silent for a moment. “Well, there were plenty of waters in the fridge, if you would be so kind as to offer. And we can’t be that far from Inverxe, which is where you wanted to go if I remember hearing correctly? Thirty minutes if there isn’t too much traffic, and there never is.” The thief gave a smirk as he bit into another chip, the crunch echoing in the chamber.

“How long does thirty minutes feel?” Her fuzzy face gave no hints to her emotions as she opened a small water bottle and took a long swig of it.

The confused rogue paused for a moment, the smirk slowly dissipating as the thermostat kicked in. The small woman took a seat on a cargo box across from the cell door, staring across at the thief.

“She thinks this one will find out soon enough.”