Barasia blinked, "They're aboard..." she glanced sidewards, out toward the glowing viewports that depicted the pristine planet beyond. Barasia had not moved in the slightest since her arrival. She didn't need or have to. The Earth spun through night-time and went about its own business as Barasia hid her ship from view by its masking field. She had activated the exterior proximity defence turret and blown a satellite to pieces as it had come between her and the path of the girls. That would have scared but not killed them. A demoralised enemy was quicker to defeat. But she was not done chipping down their mental defences yet. She sent a thought to the computer and it responded a moment later with a mere buzz. Barasia smirked. That was all she needed to know.
The body in front of her, with its flowing onyx hair, seemed more beautiful every hour. To use a term she picked up from observing Earth cult shows from oriental nations, the body was very 'moe-provoking'. Soon she would be one with that body, and thus, this mere smaller vessel of her existence would cease to have purpose. She looked forward to that so much. The body was not just a beautiful new look; it was a doorway, one that lead to infinite possiblities. She wanted the universe, and everything in it, in the palm of her hand. And just as she would have the powers to stop the suns from burning, so too would she extinguish all opposition to her new dominion. Then she would finally find a place in the universe where people would treat her with the respect, dignity and love she deserved. A perfect universe shaped around her. All of that... so close to her reach. She kept sending thoughts to the computer, both machines symbiotic in their silent relationship as positronic radiation between the two allowed them to stay in constant contact. With the graviton brain used in this new model, everything that Barasia considered to be advanced would seem like yesterday's news. Not only could she explore the universe; she could explore herself. The computer sent back another buzz, and Barasia grinned for a moment, then closed her eyes. Internal sensors noted that the girls were aboard, all four, but staying in the fighter bay. Yet another thought to the computer told it to close the only opening she provided the girls, thus sealing them inside. There would be no escape for them. Humans were such cowards, and living amongst them, any super-being would become such. Eventually they would find their way here, whether they wanted to or not.
Her obsidian eyes reopened and she muttered, "Are you ready for your task?" She sent yet another thought to the computer, the array of interactions between the two endless.
Behind her, a fair way behind in fact, she heard a voice. A low, hushed voice responding to her answer. The moment she heard it, she smiled a little, pleased. This would indeed be interesting. The voice spoke matter-of-factly. The voice said "Yes."
Barasia nodded and closed her eyes again, allowing herself to be absorbed in the masses of data. If they arrived here, she would be ready. But if they did not hurry... then readiness would resemble a twelve year old.
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