The Long Reveal [Tarch / Invite] Nov 30, 2018 13:01:47 GMT -6
Post by Saizomaru on Nov 30, 2018 13:01:47 GMT -6
Saizomaru PL: 80,000 (Base)
A single ceiling light tube was the only source of lighting for the small, steel-tiled room, save for the blue hues that emitted from the numerous monitors at the back of it. Three people were at the large console—two of them were sat down in the tall office chairs, monitoring a small object that was just outside of the stratosphere; the third person was stood behind and between them.
"What's the situation?" said Saizomaru. He hunched over to get a close look at the screens, placing a hand each on the top of the backrest of the chairs in front of him.
"Co-ordinates are twenty-point-four-seven north by thirty-seven-point-six west," the male spoke. He clicked on one of the pinned images on the screen to enlarge it—a world map with a single red dot just south-west of Central City.
" Travel speeds are reaching close to twelve-hundred meters per second," the female added. She too pulled up a screen that was monitoring this flying object—it showed a satellite view of a small pod that was beginning to make its descent towards the Earth's gravitational pull. "Estimated time of arrival approximately ten minutes, forty-three seconds."
The android smiled. He patted the two on the shoulder. "Sounds good. I appreciate the help."
He made his way towards the door. He had all the information he needed now that he knew where the landing zone was.=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
His silver hair danced wildly in the wind as he soared through the skies. The blue plasma from his propulsors on his boots left a thing streak of grey mist as he zoomed over the landscape below. His speed was slower than usual—he had plenty of time to spare to cruise above the world below him. The flight from East to Central wasn't going to take him any longer than five minutes tops.
It had been a while since Saizomaru had met Tarch. He remembered that one chance meeting nearly half a year ago when they had met in one of the android's old hangouts—a hobby store that the android spent a lot of his downtime in, chatting with the store owner, buying whatever Dungeons and Dragon Balls books he had, getting brand new dice sets because he was adamant that one guy was cursing his old ones with their touch.
And now… Now he was his son. Well, step-son to be more precise. Now he just had to think on how he was going to break it to him. Or even try to explain why he didn't even know that Tarch had even left the planet.
All he knew was that he was glad to have him back home.
A small beep came from inside the android's auditory sensors that was heard only by him. twenty-point-four-seven north by thirty-seven-point-six west. He had reached his destination. He made his descent to the ground below—a large field with barely anything but grass for miles. It was a good landing point for the pod.
All he had to do now was wait…