((Ambient said she was ok with me interrupting posting order for this one))

Isaac must have jumped a full twenty feet backward when he heard the voice issue from beneath his ship, which was fortunate, because it allowed him to avoid the flying hunk of metal moments later. He stumbled, then recovered in time for the surreality of the situation to truly set in. His ship had barely survived the fall through the atmosphere--how had this person managed not to become a bloody, crispy smear when hit at full force by a large mass of flaming skyborne metal? What's more, this person was--well, the recursive feedback from his Libido function was ramping up to critical levels. She was gorgeous. Downright voluptuous, on top of being apparently indestructible and terrifyingly strong--I mean, Isaac himself, an android made for the purpose of tech work and therefore endowed with an exponentially greater-than-human strength and accuracy, was barely that strong. And the uniform...

Primary assessment, Isaac's data-crunching thought path supplied, was that she was a fighter droid: she wasn't stocky enough to be an alien from a high-gravity world, so the super-strength was most likely artificially endowed rather than naturally evolved. Fighter droid would also explain military-issue attire, and as for the good looks...well, programmers got bored. Isaac shuddered. Creepy lot, programmers.

Isaac would have raised a fuss at the further damage dealt to his poor craft, but he was not about to get any further on the bad side of a powerful fighter droid--in fact, he was well into the act of scurrying away when she began to berate him, and when large arcs of electricity began to emanate from her person. Isaac stopped running, fully expecting to die--if she was indeed a fighter droid, this was her built in EMP kicking in: an electromagnetic pulse that would knock out all tech in the area, including him. He was as good as scrap metal.

Which is why he was very surprised when she suddenly appeared wrapped around him, incredible...um...pressed against his chest, purring up into his face. He normally would have reacted favorably to this kind of a woman in this close a proximity, but he was still in not-dead-yet shock. Also, he still found her terrifying.

He was just recovering his wits enough to protest that he was not on any terms having sex with the crazy cat lady that had wrecked his ship, and who exactly was she, anyway? when the blond woman seemed to dematerialize and travel through him to the other side. Then, he was glad to have her arms around his chest--his circuits were sparking so wildly at the sudden inrush of energy that he was seeing spots, and his knees buckled. It was shockingly painful, and kind of weirdly pleasant. Well, on the plus side, she probably wasn't a fighter droid. None he knew of could do that. On the minus side, she was probably something much, much scarier.

He decided to go this one cautiously, stuttering out, "Th-Thana. Um, do you think you could maybe not do that while I'm standing up? That's, er, unsettling and probably really bad for circuits. I'm an android." Fair enough to let her know now, before she got her heart too set on him. "And my name is Isaac. And beg pardon, but, what planet is this?"