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Post by HP-000 on Sept 6, 2018 6:40:11 GMT -6
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Today was one of the rare days that Hodge went off to explore on his own. After many hours of convincing, Kumara managed to get the mysteriously sentient arrangement of technology and scraps to not worry about her for at least this day. True to his word, Hodge departed from the hideout, but he didn't go all too far— for one, he didn't leave the northern areas of Earth.
Though it might not have been clear to Kumara, while he was protective of her, Hodge was also rather curious to see places outside of Central City. So what better place to start than a city that happened to be relatively nearby?
Thus, Hodge made his merry way to North City, as he carefully wandered the outer streets, people looked upon him with a mixture of confusion and awe. It wasn't every day that one saw random stuff just floating along in a clump like some sort of jet black metallic cloud. The news began to travel, and people began to casually talk about the 'Chromatic Cloud' that had appeared. Whenever Hodge passed by groups of people that were particularly invested in these recent happenings, they attempted to take photos with their phones, only for the results to come out blurry or just completely blank! Some even made attempts to capture Hodge, but he was far too slippery and could easily evade the average citizen.
Soon enough, Hodge happened upon a local scrapyard near the industrial sector— immediately becoming as excited as a kid in a candy store! The original hype ended up dying down eventually, but the innate curiosity remained... Just what was this 'Chromatic Cloud' really?
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Post by U.R.S.A-M on Sept 8, 2018 10:36:59 GMT -6
The news about this Chromatic Cloud sure did spread fast around the streets, it wouldn't be long before whispers of it reached the ear of a very curious and confused Android. Sam had been taking a bit of a walk through the streets of this area to see the sights and discover new foods and things in general, so talk of something as odd sounding as a floating clump of stuff wandering around the area of course peaked her interest when it reached her. So she set out to seek this Cloud clump!
While attempting to follow along the word on the street of this Chromatic Cloud that people were talking about in an attempt to find it, Sam began to feel some sort of inner pull, it was soft and she could easily ignore it, but she chose to follow the direction in which it pulled. While following this, her eyes skimmed over all the people she'd pass along the way... There were so many people around! It was so much different to what she had gotten used to over the years. But different in a good way, now she truly wasn't alone and there were so many potential friends to make!
Following the pull, this eventually lead her off of the footpath and away from the casual part of the city she had been wandering around in earlier, heading her into a more industrial looking area. When reaching this area the pull felt a lot stronger but... She wasn't sure why or what this pull even was let alone what it was leading her towards.
After the industrial area she was then lead to a scrapyard of all places and here was were the pull became an inner tug and she found herself feeling as though she was close to finding something or someone she was supposed to find.
While the feeling was taking up a fair chunk of her focus, she also hadn't forgotten that she could do with some spare parts for her ship, which had been broken a bit upon her landing on the planet earlier, if she wanted to continue exploring more and more places then she'd have to start looking into repairing that as soon as she possibly could! Her left arm still ached from the rough landing too but for now she ignored it. The junkyard seemed to be full of scrap pieces of metal, broken bits of machinery, shells of cars and luckily enough for Sam, broken ship parts! She made note to make sure to take a better look around the junkyard for parts to salvage, but after she checked what this pull was drawing her towards. Whatever it was seemed to be under some of the junkyard's contents, she couldn't quite see what it was, but she could see that something was there. So curiously she'd approach the pile, and steadily began to take things off of the top, curious on what the objects she was pulling off of even were as she did.
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Post by Vocado on Sept 9, 2018 0:24:36 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 48,000
"And you say this... Bean can?... Will boost my armors defensive capabilities by a thousand-fold?"
The Saiyan turned the can over in his hand, frowning, before looking up at the snake-oil salesman across the table from him. He was a near-toothless Brenchian, his skin a mottled dark blue. He seemed to be the owner of this junkyard, or at the minimum had rented out this particular building. Vocado swore he met this one on Vegeta before; he could recognize the putrid smell, at least.
"Yesssss," he managed to slither out, "Thisss cylindrical device hidesss inssside it, a group of nano-machinessss! It will sssave your life when you need it mossst!"
Vocado punctured the side of the can, much to the Brenchian's display, and let its contents spill out. A veritable fountain of what looked like muddy water poured out, and the toothless salesman was at a loss for words. "A good effort, I suppose, but I've seen through better scams." He sat up, chuckling. "Can't believe I let myself waste my time coming here. I've got a people to protect."
Without another word, he opened the rusted door, and slammed it closed behind him, sending mounds of rust to the ground.
Sighing, Vocado checked his scouter as he sat on a bench near the center of the junkyard. In the distance, he noticed a.. Something or other looking through a pile of junk. For the time being, he simply ignored it, opting to scroll through his messages. Which of the myriad of problems on his plate would he have to deal with first?
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Post by HP-000 on Sept 9, 2018 6:22:42 GMT -6
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Over time, random pieces of junk across the scrapyard shuffled mildly and only for a few chance moments under Hodge's influence— barely enough for the patrons and workers here to double take and see what was happening right under their noses. This would continue and draw slight confusion but no real concern considering everything seemingly stayed in tact... For what piles of random and largely broken junk were worth, in any case.
Eventually, Hodge found himself sifting through a mound of various audio equipment. Stereos, stage microphones, radios, headphones, smashed up gaming consoles and laptops. Anything with some manner of sound system, internal or otherwise, it was within this pile. Sitting under it all, Hodge began to analyze and catalogue the items that were there to see what was least damaged or what could be readily repaired with a little bit of effort.
While sorting at his leisure, he was momentarily put off of sorting. An internal signal within his diagnostics was responding to something on the outside of the pile. He gained no further information beyond the idea 'there is something important' nearby... Evidently it was more important than constructing a voice-box for himself, since he slowly wormed his way to the outer layer of the pile, noticing that whatever was out there, began to move things around.
Poking a chunk of his gathered mass, Hodge fused together a digital camera, telescope and six LEDs to create an eye stalk that peeked out of the junk pile. The LEDs finally lit up and he could plainly see... Someone oddly familiar, even though he knew that he never met them before. Hodge made a goofy noise as the eye stalk he created tilted to the side, matching his curiosity. Upon doing so, he happened to only just see another humanoid in the distance sitting on a bench that also registered as 'important', so his eyeball zoomed in, confirming that the one sitting at the bench matched the description of someone that Kumara knew very closely! It was Vocado!
Quickly retracting the eye stalk, Hodge suddenly burst out of the audio scrap heap and merged his haze of technology together into a manageable humanoid form, it very clearly had flaws and it didn't seem to work right, but it would have to do. After his eyes lit up a second time, Hodge looked over to the young lady with the bear themed space helmet and waved eagerly! He signaled for her to wait there and pointed over to the nearby bench, putting forward the idea that whoever was over there was of great importance!
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Post by U.R.S.A-M on Sept 9, 2018 23:24:03 GMT -6
While digging through the pile, Sam found herself curiously looking over each individual item she picked up before then placing it aside, it was all audio equipment that she'd never quite seen before up close, or outside of drawings and pictures on her home planet. All of it was so oddly shaped and different from the last object, it peaked her interest and slowed her process of digging through the pile.
She wouldn't have to keep digging for long though, as whomever or whatever it was that was under the pile didn't stay under the pile. The android seemed to jolt back slightly when the makeshift eye stalk began to peek out of the junk pile, but steadily she sat back and looked over it too with a similar curiosity as she had with the audio equipment she had just been searching through. When it made a goofy sound the ring around her pupils seemed to glow a little brighter for a second before returning to normal and that strong inner pull from before.. Vanished completely. She had found what it wanted her to find. But why did it lead her to this?
The eye stalk then retracted and the rest of Hodge burst out of the scrap pile, making Sam jump backwards and fall over onto her back out of surprise, a soft sound of shock leaving her lips in the process. Looking up she noticed now that this was much more then just a funny looking eye stalk now, he had a more humanoid form now that he was out of the pile, it wasn't perfect but that didn't matter. When Hodge waved at her, and rather eagerly at that, Sam would tilt her head in confusion at first before then hesitantly waving back, pushing herself back up onto her feet as she did so. He then seemed to be trying to signal something to her, and pointing to a bench that had someone sitting at it, the way he did this somewhat suggested to her that this person was important, but after years of no outside contact, she didn't know who they were! Or at least, not yet.
While she wasn't quite sure what Hodge wanted of her, she guessed that maybe he wanted her to follow him? So that's what she'd do, keeping a safe distance all the while, giving him a curious glance in full now that she could see the whole of him properly. She had a lot of questions in need of answers, but at least she had found who the pull wanted her to find.
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Post by Vocado on Sept 18, 2018 0:16:01 GMT -6
"Yes, I understand that part quite well. The confusing part is why you think this is an issue."
Vocado was in the middle of a conversation with someone on his Scouter. Bits and pieces of the voice on other end came through loud enough for the other two to hear, mostly because whoever it was was screaming to the high heavens. They sounded old, but wise. Stern, but caring. Was it his grandfather perhaps? Or a wise old mentor, with a pair of sunglasses and a penchant for the raunchy?
"The plans are perfectly safe! All we need is willing people, and our mission will be a success! There's no way it could fail!"
The other voice screamed some more, but Vocado was having none of it. He shouted back, almost incoherently, until the two of them were shouting a flurry of expletives and odd, Vegetan-slang insults. He was completely distracted-- if the robotic duo wanted to get the jump on him, now was their chance...
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Post by HP-000 on Sept 22, 2018 8:56:00 GMT -6
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Embarrassed that he had startled someone by being so energetic, the lamps that acted as Hodge's eyes dimmed and flickered in an apologetic manner as he tilted his head nervously. A series of beeps emanated from him; not necessarily amounting to any proper word in any sort of code, but the tone was unmistakable— he had made an attempt to say 'sorry'.
Hodge plodded along towards Vocado, gingerly avoiding mud puddles and other loose scraps. He looked back and noticed his new acquaintance had decided to follow along. Giving a concerned beep he wondered why she was looking so lost, it just didn't sit well with him at all. Inwardly he cursed himself for not finding an appropriate mechanism that could interface with his core to serve has his voice!
Now that he was closer to Vocado, Hodge could properly analyze the Saiyan. Everything seemed to be in order... Except for the fact that he was in an argument over scouter. Hodge made whirring sigh, waiting to see what could happen. Unfortunately the argument seemed to get all the more heated, and Hodge wondered what exactly was going on. So, as he approached Vocado he gave a little wave and a series of curious beeps to try and get the Saiyans attention.
That aside, this 'plan' that Vocado was arguing over garnered some curiosity from Hodge. As such, the android also attempted to use the technopathy protocol he had within his systems to eavesdrop on the conversation happening within the scouter.
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