[ Penny Polendina is a robot. She was built in secret and kept in relative isolation for most of her life. She is capable of immense feats of strength and her combat skills are impressive. She is the next generation of synthetic soldier.
She’s also a teenage girl. She’s naïve and perhaps a little too trusting. Her enthusiasm comes off as a little strange sometimes, but her cheerful attitude is infectious. She is friendly, but has only ever had one real friend.
And lastly, she is the first synthetic being able to generate an Aura- the manifestation of one’s soul- so she is much, much more than just a machine. She’s alive.
There’s been some problems, however, including Penny’s destruction during a fighting tournament held by the nations of Remnant- through no fault of her opponent, but that was another story. Penny’s true nature was kept a secret from everyone, even her own teammates, and as she lay in pieces on the arena floor, people began to ask themselves what use would the military have for a robotic soldier that looked and behaved like a normal girl. It wasn’t long after that that chaos erupted, and the city was overwhelmed by monsters. However, just before Penny shut down, her father, her inventor, was able to transfer her data, her very being, into an auxiliary body.
Professor Polendina made arrangements to have Penny taken to another facility off-world, but the situation on Remnant was too delicate and the military under too much scrutiny to take her themselves. He had to call in outside help, and he was more than willing to pay a heavy sum to ensure secrecy and that his daughter would be kept safe.
Penny protested, of course. There were people out there who needed her help, not least of which was her friend, Ruby. Her father, strict as ever, told her that she would not be going back to the city of Vale, or Beacon Academy, or maybe even Remnant, ever again. Penny isn’t stupid enough that she doesn’t realize that if she’d just listened to her father in the first place, that maybe none of this would have happened.
So with a suitcase full of her meager belongings and the bravest expression she can muster, she waits for her transport to come pick her up. ]
[ Peter's used to taking odd jobs. Steal something here, escort something there, and guard it with your life; as long as it paid well, Peter would probably get it done. He'd complain the entire time, sure, but that was nothing new; the work would be completed, and Peter got paid, and everyone was happy.
So here he was, taking a job. Babysitting, it seemed like; Peter was hardly the type of person to whom one should entrust a child, what with him practically being one, himself, but he'd kept his mouth shut on that front when numbers were bandied out. He'd just have to grin and bear it, he decided. Teenagers were probably easier than kids, anyway, right?
The Milano has hardly touched down when the bay door's lock disengages, turning to allow the doors to part. Peter stands at the threshold, leaning forward with a hand braced against the bulkhead and peering out. When he catches sight of her, his head tilts to one side, and he puts on winning smile. He shouts to be heard over the idling engines. ]
Yes. [ It comes out quiet, borderline timid at first, but then she visibly steels herself and puts on all the enthusiasm she can muster: ] Yes! Yes, I am. It's a pleasure to meet you.
[ "Sensational," huh? He raises an eyebrow even as he smiles. ]
Thanks.
[ Best to not point out that the interior was actually kind of a mess, with "kind of" being used generously. Even with the bay doors as wide as they are, Peter still steps to one side to allow her in. ]
Name's Peter Quill, by the way. Dunno if they mentioned. [ Also probably best not to mention the fact that he has an outlaw name. His criminal record hadn't exactly come up during negotiations, which led Peter to believe they weren't aware of it, or else didn't care. He banks on the former, rather than the latter. ]
[ He says it with good humor; he loves his ship dearly, but the Milano is hardly the most impressive ship out there. He steps back once she's properly on board, punching the button to shut the doors behind them. Once he's sure the doors have locked, Peter nods her over to one side of the ship. ]
[ When the bay doors close behind them, Penny visibly hesitates, expression falling. This was it, wasn’t it? She was never going to see Ruby or anyone else ever again. God, she didn’t even know if they were okay. Or if they were even alive. ]
[ The change in her demeanor doesn't pass his notice; he didn't get the full story on why the kid needed transport out of here, nor did he care to ask (it wasn't his business), and while he's curious, it's not in Peter's nature to pry for information. Still, he pauses, frowning. ]
[ Penny hesitates again, eyes fixed on the bay doors. Unlike Peter, she has no sense about what is okay and what is not to ask people about, or what constitutes as “prying”, which is why she blurts out: ]
[ The question catches him off-guard, and he blinks a couple of times before answering. ]
Yeah. I have.
[ The answer is straightforward enough -- nothing cagey about his response, aside from its brevity. Telling a kid about all the times he's ditched a fellow Ravager for the sake of finishing a job probably isn't particularly wise if he wants to keep his rap sheet to himself. And it's probably not what she's looking for, anyway. ]
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She’s also a teenage girl. She’s naïve and perhaps a little too trusting. Her enthusiasm comes off as a little strange sometimes, but her cheerful attitude is infectious. She is friendly, but has only ever had one real friend.
And lastly, she is the first synthetic being able to generate an Aura- the manifestation of one’s soul- so she is much, much more than just a machine. She’s alive.
There’s been some problems, however, including Penny’s destruction during a fighting tournament held by the nations of Remnant- through no fault of her opponent, but that was another story. Penny’s true nature was kept a secret from everyone, even her own teammates, and as she lay in pieces on the arena floor, people began to ask themselves what use would the military have for a robotic soldier that looked and behaved like a normal girl. It wasn’t long after that that chaos erupted, and the city was overwhelmed by monsters. However, just before Penny shut down, her father, her inventor, was able to transfer her data, her very being, into an auxiliary body.
Professor Polendina made arrangements to have Penny taken to another facility off-world, but the situation on Remnant was too delicate and the military under too much scrutiny to take her themselves. He had to call in outside help, and he was more than willing to pay a heavy sum to ensure secrecy and that his daughter would be kept safe.
Penny protested, of course. There were people out there who needed her help, not least of which was her friend, Ruby. Her father, strict as ever, told her that she would not be going back to the city of Vale, or Beacon Academy, or maybe even Remnant, ever again. Penny isn’t stupid enough that she doesn’t realize that if she’d just listened to her father in the first place, that maybe none of this would have happened.
So with a suitcase full of her meager belongings and the bravest expression she can muster, she waits for her transport to come pick her up. ]
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So here he was, taking a job. Babysitting, it seemed like; Peter was hardly the type of person to whom one should entrust a child, what with him practically being one, himself, but he'd kept his mouth shut on that front when numbers were bandied out. He'd just have to grin and bear it, he decided. Teenagers were probably easier than kids, anyway, right?
The Milano has hardly touched down when the bay door's lock disengages, turning to allow the doors to part. Peter stands at the threshold, leaning forward with a hand braced against the bulkhead and peering out. When he catches sight of her, his head tilts to one side, and he puts on winning smile. He shouts to be heard over the idling engines. ]
I'm guessing you're Penny?
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[ The answer's automatic, well-practiced, but at least it sounds cheerful. ]
You need help with your stuff?
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[ One small suitcase and a little backpack.
She approaches the open bay doors and Peter, looking at the ship with undisguised wonder. ] Sensational!
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Thanks.
[ Best to not point out that the interior was actually kind of a mess, with "kind of" being used generously. Even with the bay doors as wide as they are, Peter still steps to one side to allow her in. ]
Name's Peter Quill, by the way. Dunno if they mentioned. [ Also probably best not to mention the fact that he has an outlaw name. His criminal record hadn't exactly come up during negotiations, which led Peter to believe they weren't aware of it, or else didn't care. He banks on the former, rather than the latter. ]
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[ You said that already Penny... ] Thank you for picking me up. I'll do my very best to stay out of your way.
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Hey, don't worry. We've got a ways to go, so you might as well make yourself at home.
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Right!
I’ve never been on a real, actual spaceship before.
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[ He says it with good humor; he loves his ship dearly, but the Milano is hardly the most impressive ship out there. He steps back once she's properly on board, punching the button to shut the doors behind them. Once he's sure the doors have locked, Peter nods her over to one side of the ship. ]
C'mon. I'll show you your room.
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Right. Okay. Lead the way.
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If you need a sec to yourself...
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Have you ever had to leave someone behind?
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Yeah. I have.
[ The answer is straightforward enough -- nothing cagey about his response, aside from its brevity. Telling a kid about all the times he's ditched a fellow Ravager for the sake of finishing a job probably isn't particularly wise if he wants to keep his rap sheet to himself. And it's probably not what she's looking for, anyway. ]
It's never easy.
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Friend of yours?
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[ Her only friend. ]
She doesn't even know I'm okay.
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I pretty much got a time, a date, and coordinates, so. [ He shrugs. ]
It's not my business to know more than that.
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I see. [ A beat. ]
Everyone thinks I’m dead.
[ She’s really, really tired of secrets. ]
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I'm guessin ' there's a real good reason for that, too.
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I um. Something went wrong.
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How wrong, exactly?
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[ she clears her throat, nervous and self-conscious ]
You know.
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