Cogs in the Machine | INVITE Nov 1, 2018 12:35:04 GMT -6
Post by Galick on Nov 1, 2018 12:35:04 GMT -6
COGS IN THE MACHINE
GALICK'S PL: 100
GALICK'S ITEMS: Destron Machine
"..." It had been a good three hours since Galick has awoken from a brief sleep mode. The suns still shone bright above Namek, even though it was essentially only three in the morning. But what was surprising was the fact that Galick hadn't had a single malfunction yet. His arm didn't spark, his legs didn't spontaneously give out... Today was going well, all things considered! Too well. Peace was the most alarming thing- it always took one's guard down. That was always when someone would take opportunity.
The cyborg saiyan found himself residing in the plains for now, having fallen asleep in a outcrop of trees. He clenched a fist, giving a growl from beneath his mask. Galick tried to punch at a large boulder, but found his fist causing a large dent in it, sure, but he was used to having something as puny as a rock shatter with the single touch of his finger. Dark ki and gas flared from his shaking body. Why did he have to be reduced to this husk of his former self? What did he do to deserve this?
The saiyan couldn't think for long, coughing and hacking again in a mixture of garbled buzzes, the noxious gas his body had been absorbing for centuries causing him to snap back to reality. The tubes on his form contracted, better concentrating the gas contained in his form as the saiyan android sighed, composing himself once more. He could still see a small plume of the Destron Gas that escaped his body fading into the skies, causing the clouds to part and flee.
Grumbling, the cyborg folded his arms, continuing aimlessly trudging forwards, the gas fading from his for causing the grass he walked upon to shrivel and wither. Namekians had been apparently complaining about the trail of death he left for the poor plants that were in his path, but Galick didn't mind- though it usually attracted plenty of unwanted attention.