First Frontier (Open) Dec 24, 2018 20:30:48 GMT -6
Post by Yuca on Dec 24, 2018 20:30:48 GMT -6
The wild deserts of Konats, chaotic and ever changing. Dangerous as they were there was always that wild aspect of adventure that Yuca enjoyed when it came time to traverse them. There he stood, in the midst of a great sandstorm trudging through the sands to the best of his ability. Harsh winds picked up the fine grains around him, thrashing at his general frame. It became increasingly hard for him to stand properly and walk. Superbly blinded by the brutal weather conditions, outstretching his arms in a crossed formation. Shielding himself from inevitable barrage, squinting his eyes as if to hopefully see better to no avail. He still pressed on, maintaining his march to the destination. Stopping dead in his tracks as he took out a map, examining the information it detailed in accordance with a compass he had in hand. A troubled look formed on his face, not confident about what he was reading. "But it should be... right here? I haven't strayed from the path this can't be-!"
Yuca quickly came tumbling down, a misplaced step on a sand dune shifting his balance leading to the fall. His head slamming against something cool and metallic. **THUD** Getting hit by the surface appeared to greatly surprise him, shocked by the feeling. Gathering his composure, as he stood himself up. Building up a sense of his surroundings as he looked to see exactly what he was standing on. "How intriguing, of all the things to find. I find this." A hand brushed apart the metal surface covered by sand, revealing a surprising fact. "Delta series. Mark five, four, one. A war machine, hmm... could this be what I think it is?" In but a short's moment time Yuca worked rapidly, using a shovel he had spare to unearth the mysterious object. Dust flying up in the air, from afar it one might reasonably make the assumption that his digging was yet another sandstorm. After enough effort the unknown object revealed itself to his satisfaction.
"Just like I remember it, its seen better days." And what did he see exactly? Lo and behold stood a gigantic marvel of machinery, a creation of war with clear evidence of modifications. The appearance was akin to what a Space Pod looked like, yet instead of a smooth and circular shape. It took on a more war-like model, long spike-like appendages keeping it up propped up on the ground with the core of a regular pod. Its door oddly on the top of the sphere, making it look like some kind of stool with a complete spherical seat. Yuca opted this time not to speak, but vocalize his thoughts purely in mind. <The irony of it all, I planned to escape during the war and I stayed... Well maybe my escape from this planet was just delayed. Now's better then never then!> Using his basic ability with flight the young Konatsian flew to the top of the space-ship. Standing on its door as he overlooked the entirety of the desert, gaining a fair bit of height to see for a few miles distance. <Is staying really the right course of action? Maybe I should wait on it.> Here stood Yuca, sitting on the surface of his space-ship, assuming a meditative stance. Deep in consideration of many things.