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Life aboard the Poseidon wasnt too bad at all, Jonathan had gone to great lengths to ensure that his son would live their comfortably as a sort of reward for the years spent training his body and mind for the sake of his BeastTech project. When it came to giant mecha it just felt like tradition for the son to pilot the creation of his father or at in this case the core of it. But he was also aware of how wrong such a thing could go and thus made sure that Sean would be kept in good spirits throughout the battles to come. He also wanted to ensure that the rest of the team would be comfortable aboard the Poseidon as well, he certainly wasnt going to ask for their help without providing a few perks. This particular chamber of the Poseidon which could be compared to a spa in an upscale hotel was proof of that.

With an attractive, currently bikini clad maid under each arm he was enjoying a little time in the hot tub. Ah yes the maids, how he so thoroughly enjoyed their company. Willing to cater to his whims, and more or less willing to treat him like royalty as long as they were in his presence. Sure they probably just acted that way to humor him but that didnt diminish it any for him. He could still look and still sneak a little feel here and there without risking injuries. Put simply, it was freaking sweet.

"Come on tell us about it again!" one of the said, referring to the time when he fought off the initial reptilloid attack.

"Again? Ah well I guess I can relive it for a cutie like you." he said with a slight laugh, not wanting to turn down the request from such a pretty face. "Here is how it all went down. It was a day not too different from this one, I was relaxing in here with a couple of attractive ladies not too different from yourself......"

((Flashback begins here))

Sirens all over the Poseidon began sounding, something that cames as quite a shock to it's crew. There were still quite a few aboard that more or less considered Jonathan a nut job who was wasting quite a bit on all of this, and those types were just here for the paycheck. No one could ignore the announcement that a threat had been spotted in New York City. There was a mass panic aboard the Poseidon that had arisen due to the fact that the project was far from complete. Sure the EleTanker was active, but the other three machines were still without users. Essentially they were at 1/4th their potential. It was clear that they would have to send out the EleTanker alone and hope for the best.

Unsure of wether or not he was up to the task Sean had no choice but to at least try. Donning the red elephant themed BT suit, a suit that gave protection yet ease of movement and was needed to control the EleTanker. It along with the BT machines was sign of Jonathan's ingenuity and eccentricity. No doubt that they were pretty flashy even with their more practical features with the animal motif being there because Jonathan felt the need to give the group some kind of theme. As for it's effectiveness, well that would be determined shortly.

Soon the Poseidon was close to New York and launched from the mobile fortress onto the surface and soon enough it was charging through the street's of New York in it's beast mode while being careful to avoid as muc collateral damage as possible. Soon enough he reached the scene of the attack and shifted it into it's warrior mode. He had practiced it in a simulator many times but to be actually doing it for real proved to be decidedly different. As the cockpit shifted around to accomadate the motion tracker system it shook almost violently causing him to stumble around a little and actually tripping once. Moving it around required more effort than it had in simulated training but he was at least able to get it to move.

The EleTanker's large size and heavy weight made it slow giving the giant Xenosaur an advantage in speed forcing Sean to rely on alot on it's defensive abilities. He would allow it to charge at him and counter in various ways. The battle was long and it left Sean exhausted but in the end he won as the Xenosaur fell over and dissolved into nothingness before he was recalled to the Poseidon.

((Flashback ends))

".......And thats how it happened. It was tough but it proved I could pull it off. afterwards my old man recruited a few others to pilot the rest of the machines but I dont think I need them." he told them rather smugly. "Only people I need are you beauties here."

"Of course you dont need them sir!" the one on the right told him enthusiastically.

"None of them are as good as you sir, they should be glad to have the privelage to work with you." the one on the left told him.

A dimness room illuminates as the front door slides open revealing an alluring buxom red-hair Lolita, Clover Wysor accompanied by an escort struggling keeping from dropping the young woman’s luggage onto the floor. Stepping further into the room the young woman ran one hand as she inspected the room paying no mind to the poor soul still standing at the threshold. The room itself had been catered specifically to make her feel more at home (aside from the aquatic view). Resting one hand delicately underneath her chin nodded approvingly feeling that made up for the long talk with Jonathan Cranston.

“Doivent donner le crédit de M. Cranston prenant tout dans la considération profonde. Le cours je peux donner sur ce petit usage de chantage.â€* Clover spoke in her country’s language. There was one question that did cross her mind in regards of the necessities provided. There were two sides of Clover when it came to her personal attire had refused wearing anything uniformed (aside from the BeastTech suit). Much to Clover’s relief the clothing that were inside were casual fitted accordingly to her figure measurements. On the other hand question if that was a good thing or be somewhat concern.

“E-Excuse me, Ms. Wysor.†The escort stammered as the luggage started to sway onto one side as he entered the room. “If you’d tell me exactly where you would like these I will set them down.†Remembering that she was not quite alone turn around to see the crew member lose his hold sending everything onto the floor, including him with them. Sighing heavily went over to help the fallen crew member stand up and collect her belongs herself. There was something Clover notice as she was given somewhat of a tour around the submersible vessel. A great number of the crew consisted of female crew members then males. The escort wasn’t pleasing to the eyes as the one she had seen on Mr. Cranston’s desk, but Clover was never the one shy away from enjoying what she does best.

Leaning forward with a hand reached out the unsuspecting crew member lifted his hand only to have it jerked back and a high heel shoe grinding into his back lightly at first. “One should treat another person’s property with care wouldn’t you agree.†Clover said in English. With most of her responsibilities traveling to the United States it was in her best interest to learn the language rather than require an interpreter. The nervous young man nodded several times before pounding his hand on the ground unable to take any more. Rather disappointed he gave up within a few seconds compared to some stood back. “Leave. And if you dare say this to anyone the next time you cross my path…I won’t be so gentle.†This was implied to be taken however the crew member wanted. Hopefully Mr. Cranston’s son wouldn’t be so dull.

Translated: Have to give Mr. Cranston credit taking everything into deep consideration. Course I can overlook that little usage of blackmail.

Elysia Falconetti wasn't given such a lavish room as Clover and didn't really ask for one. She just wanted something with enough room so she could try her dance moves when she wanted to and nothing more. She was about to reach said room when she saw someone leave the room beside it, with a person leaving and looking kind of embarrassed somewhat. She only gave it some thought before heading inside her own room.

Much to her liking, the room was big enough and seemed to be comfortable enough, all things considered. One of the few things she did ask for was a good quality stereo and there was one located in the room. Having brought her own supply of music CDs, she popped one in and decided to do some light listening before trying out her dance moves later on. Proceeding to lay down on the bed, a knock at her door interrupted her and she stood back up, slightly annoyed at remembering who it was.

She let the person in, who was one of the many maids of the Poseidon who had brought her stuff to her room. Now, Elysia wasn't really one to judge, since her clothing was rather showy, but it still wasn't as showy as the maid before her. Elysia recalled her pervert of a leader and shook her head, giving the maid a thank you after she was done setting her luggage down. Laying back down once more, the blonde haired girl sighed. Hopefully, if he knows not to get hurt, he won't barge in here...

One suitcase here, another suitcase there. Unpacking items from such carrying cases had always bothered Vincent, but only slightly. It reminded him of his career nature, always moving from one field to the next when his talents for one subject ran especially dry. It was such the nature of his life, yet he despised it altogether, but he could not help it. It was just him. But once he landed the oh so cushy job as the Beast Tech Black Ranger, he found that his vast array of talents was finally being put to great use. During several of his training missions, he scored exceptionally high, often outscoring Mr. Cranston's son, Sean. That of course did not go without consequence, as they often joked around viciously with one another. In other words, it was fun.

However the danger and constant threat of the Reptiloids was always upon the man's mind, either full force upon a proverbial table, or behind the confines of his mind, waiting until he was alone. Yet, while being scared, he let this fear drive him, and drive him far. At the beginning of his training, he wasn't too sure though, if this was the right thing to do. His resume listed quite the numerous occupations, some prestigious, some less than so, but adding 'Ranger protecting the earth from an ancient race of reptiles hell bent on destroying the world,' would definitely be a colorful addition to the roster. Sure, it could be a great advantage later on down the road, say if anything else were to awaken and lay waste the unsuspecting citizens of the world, but other than that, he didn't think so.

As fun as the maids were, and boy were they fun, Sean had to admit that sometimes he wished they would resist a little, or at least play hard to get. He wouldnt stop enjoying there company of course he would have to be insane to think that way. No instead he would just have a little fun with those new girls that his old man recruited to serve as his teammates, the other guys wasnt that big of a deal to him but he would probably be handly to have out on the field. Thinking about this gave him the urge to pay a visit to one of them. "Well ladies I've had a wondefufl time with you two but I think it's time I got dried off. Gonna pay a visit to some of Poseidon's new residents." he told the two of them before getting out. Both a little dissapointed that he was about to shower someone else with his attention, and most annoyingly someone that didnt even truely appreciate it.

He stealthily made his way toward Elysia's room, and quietly opened the door to find her facing away from the door, meaning she didnt see him just yet. She was a fiesty one, which made messing with her all the more enjoyable. Slowly he reached toward her rear before giving it a good pinch/ "Nice..."

Elysia was listening to one last song before she would get up and start her usual dance routine when she suddenly felt something touch her behind. Instinctively, she got up and quickly slapped whoever it was that did this, not caring who it was. So, she wasn't all that surprised when she found out that it was Sean. "Oh...it's just you...haa...don't you have anything better to do then harass your teammates?" She asked him, still rather annoyed. I mean, just because he is in charge of the team and has us staying here doesn't give him to touch me like the hired help...

He barely seemed to react to the slap, having braced himself before it beforehand. He knew what dragons were guarding the treasure he was grabbing at and that there was no way he could get his hands on it without retaliation. "At the moment no, there isnt a reptilloid attack occuring and I cant keep the maids from their duties all day." he told her as he rubbed the red handprint on his face. "Secondly dont think of it as harassment, think of it more as hands on admiring. You should think of it more as a compliment than anything else. It's like me saying: Hey you've taken care of yourself very well.Thats how the rest of the girls around here see it ."

Meanwhile, at a TV studio in New York, a busty young woman with shoulder-length black hair was busy removing a microphone clipped to her blouse as stagehands started to attend to both her and the person sitting on the chair across from hers, seemingly finished with a television interview she conducted with the host of the show.

Heading for the backstage area after giving the microphone to the stagehands working at the set, the young woman -- Kelly Roberts -- encounters a sharply-dressed young man carrying a PDA, frantically pressing buttons on it. However, upon seeing her approach, the young man, presumably Kelly's assistant, stops pressing buttons and shifts his focus to Kelly.

"Oh, Senator Roberts. How did the interview go?" he asked.

"It went well. Hopefully this interview with Sally Donahue will help spread my message," she replied, letting out a sigh of exhaustion.

"Great. Well...we're not done here. We have to return to the office. Senator Jean Grey just flew in from North Dakota, and she wishes to talk to you about the movement against Lambda corporation," the young assistant told her.

"I see," she sighs again, expressing displeasure at hearing the news from the young intern. "I suppose we have to go entertain her then," she added, beginning to walk out of the television studio, with the young intern not far behind.

Ugh...I have to listen to that bleeding-heart blabbermouth again? I swear...Jean always comes and whines about anything and everything... Kelly said to herself inwardly, unhappy with having to meet Jean.

Thankfully last of her luggage had not fallen out of its case as it hit the ground. Chuckling amusingly Clover picks the suitcase off the floor first and extended her free hand to help the poor unfortunate crew member. “No tricks.†Clover said reassuringly noting the young man’s look of hesitation. “Promise that this time it is for real and no trick.†Still the young man was reluctant accepting any help at all from her. “All right then suit yourself,†Shrugging the rejection moved the suitcase over onto circular table in the middle of the room.

From the young man’s reflection cast off the mirror hanging within the room caught notice of him standing back up and looking at her backside. Unlatching the locks of the suitcase, Clover’s fingers move to undo the royal blue string around her neckline loosening the blouse. After the long flight and talk with Mr. Cranston wanted change into something more breathable before taking a stroll around the place herself. “Yes? If there is something you’d like to say then out with it. Otherwise must ask that you return to…whatever your core duty is.†Clover peak past over her shoulder. “And to be honest you’re not worthy to a full view of my body.

That remark made the young man more nervous that in his fast haste to depart smacked into the wall. Aside from her newly duties the young buxom woman knew that she was going to like being part of this team very much. Removing a set of clean clothing and towel made her way into bathroom for a quick washup.