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Post by Galick on Jan 12, 2019 3:43:32 GMT -6
CRASH AND BURN
GALICK'S PL: 100
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GALICK'S ITEMS: Destron Machine | Android Scouter
Arriving on the Saiyan homeworld went as well as Galick expected. His worn pod had crashed far civilization, cracked like an egg in a crater outside of the abandoned Tuffle Ruins. A plume of smoke from the crash site towered high into the atmosphere, and with the cyborg's luck, Galick was sure somebody would be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. That's how most of these crash-landing situations went, right?
So, he was sure to get a move on right after regatering his bearings. His arm's metallic exterior had cracked open in some places with the rough landing, but it was still functional. Save for the shocks and sparks when he tried to bend it too quickly, though. Leaving it limp at his side, the cyborg quickened his pace, ignoring his trail of leaky oil and the faint, toxic air from the Destron Gas his body held. His footprints trailed deep into the Capitol, further from the crash site.
Eventually he'd find himself perched atop one of the ruined spires, narrowing his eyes at the horizon. He could see faint lights, likely from Cacumber. He hadn't been to that city since leaving to conquer Earth all those years ago for the Solar Empire... Time had passed, but the skies and stars remained red as ever in the night air. Perhaps things hadn't changed as much has he'd anticipated with the transition from Empire to Kingdom...
Galick shook his head, hopping back down to the ground from his perch. His metal legs briefly quivered from the landing, but the cyborg had gotten used to needing to repentantly straighten his fickle form, to focus on every move- lest he collapse again and "blue screen" as some had put it. Perhaps the Saiyans here would be able to help fix him up, but... There was the off chance that they wouldn't take kindly to the Destron-infected cyborg. It was that possibility that lead Galick to find it best to stay in hiding for the time being and work out a proper plan.
Not a soul was to be seen within the few minutes Galick had spent on the red planet just yet- save for an occasional Saiba-creature. The android folded his arms, kicking at one of many the withered plants his toxic aura had left in his wake in the ruined city's streets. Everything had been oddly quiet on the usually hectic homeworld of the Saiyan Kingdom- too quiet for his liking...
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Post by Typha on Jan 12, 2019 13:45:52 GMT -6
Typha was back in the Capital of the tuffles. He was still searching for any machines that might be left. If there was any he could cut them down. Would help the Saiyans and would help him too. Killing lifeless husks of metal was a good way to calm the nerves. Typha walked around his robotic eye scanning around. Nothing. Guess this place was really a hollow reminder of an old kingdom. Rather than being home of malicious machines. He was about to head out when his robotic eye beeped to life. <100> appeared on the screen. It was probably a dying animal like last time. He'd rubbed his hair, he might as well check it out. He'd fly over arriving on top of a building above the power.
He was suprised with what he saw. It was some sort of Cyborg. He had never seen anything like it. He had seen full metal men and people of flesh. Someone who was a mix between the two of them was well surprising. Why anyone who wants to subject themselves to that. Or maybe he was forced. Typha leaped down to land in front of Galick. He didn't draw his sword yet because he wanted to test to see if he was more machine or more man. "You one of those tuffles machines I heard about. Or you something else. Your hair is like a saiyans?" He never asked what these tuffle androids were supposed to look like so maybe they mimicked Saiyans as an act of revenge agiasnt them. Realizing it'd be their kind that brought them down.
Powerlevel:44,000
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Post by Galick on Jan 13, 2019 2:29:36 GMT -6
GALICK'S PL: 100
Galick's body briefly sparked with shock as his eyes strained, stinging as the Scouter system ingrained inside activated. Someone was nearby- and someone very powerful at that. If he still had the power he once held as a proper Saiyan, he'd be able to give this intruder a run for his money, but now even this smaller force could swat him away. He turned around as the person properly approached. Galick took a few cautious steps backwards, but kept a sharp glare concentrated on the Konatsian.
The only response Typha would receive would be a droning, mechanical buzz. He visibly raised a brow at the mention of Tuffle machinery, the dark Destron Gas continuing to build around his form in spite of his attempts to wave it off. At the mention of being a saiyan, though, the cyborg perked up, lightening his harsh glare and giving the alien a quick nod of affirmation. His gaze trailed to the side with uncertainty. Could he even call himself Saiyan anymore?
The mute cyborg shook his head to dismiss the thought, another mechanical whir escaping what would have been his mouth. The air around the cyborg continued to slowly, bu surely, gain that signature purple tint that the toxic Destron Gas held. Sparks sometimes flew from his faulty arm, but the android still kept himself standing. He took a few more steps backwards, never taking his eyes off the Konatisan. The air grew thicker, the musty smell of the leaking toxins slowly growing stronger in spite of the cyborg trying to disperse it with a small kiai.
The silent cyborg found himself taking note of the mechanical eye Typha sported. He could try and send a message to him via their internal scouters, but... Everything he hijacked thus far usually ended up short-circuiting later, and sometimes even exploding, so that was best avoided for now.
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Post by Typha on Jan 13, 2019 15:42:08 GMT -6
Typha gave a look at the cyborg. There was a buzzing noise coming from him. That was it. Guess he should not be expecting Galick to be able to speak. He could see his face moving, so he had to use that as a guide. He needed that to figure out what he was trying to say. He did notice the gas forming around at the mention of tuffle. Though once he said saiyan he seemed to nod. "So you were built by the saiyans I assume and not the tuffles." He said trying to confirm who had built him. He was a saiyan but it didn't tell who built him. He was really unsure how else he was going to else talk to the machine.
Clearly, he could not speak and there was more purple gas coming from the man's body. He really had no idea what it was. He could smell it too. Whatever was coming from the android. He'd cover his mouth really unsure what it was, considering the man stepped back he assumed it was something he'd not want to step in either. So Typha took a step back and put his hands at his side. "Can you communicate with your voice or..." Typha asked trying to see if there was any way for Galick to communicate, he knew he could understand him but it was a bit harder to understand Galick seeing as he could not talk or refused too.
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Post by Galick on Jan 15, 2019 3:52:43 GMT -6
GALICK'S PL: 100
Galick shook his head in frustration, trying again and again to say something- anything. The sensation of having the words at the tip of his tongue degraded into nonsensical machine noises was infuriating. It was times like these he wished he was never turned into a cyborg in the first place, but the android now had to work with what he was given. As for Typha's next question, Galick gave a very tentative nod that had much more apprehension then the last. He was built by Saiyans, but not these Saiyans. Sort of. The Kingdom and the Empire were very different, after all.
Galick kicked one of his legs in agitation, scraping up some dirt on the ground, but stopped a few moments later to look down at the mark... Well, he could try and write. Why hadn't he thought of this before? Galick built up his energy again, releasing another gust of wind to disperse the gathering Destron Gas. He fell into a limp after releasing the energy, but forced his faltering body to stay upright. Galick glanced about before picking up a thin iron rod- a fallen and bent support beam from one of the buildings. It took a moment for him to get the hang of it, but the saiyan managed to get some carved onto on the ground.
CAN'T TALK
MECHANIZED BY THE SOLAR EMPIRE
200 YEARS AGO
Galick wiped his hands together, seemingly admiring his handiwork in spite of his rather sloppy handwriting. His arms still stung, though, so it would be best to keep his responses brief. Still, he'd keep a rather skeptical gaze trained on Typha. Was he simply here out of curiosity, or was there something the Konatsian wasn't telling Galick?
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Post by Typha on Jan 15, 2019 17:00:35 GMT -6
He did see the nod Galick gave. So he was built by the saiyans. That was good to know. Still, there was a lot else he had left unanswered. The gas was one thing. He keeps puffing it out and he even used a wave of energy to knock it away. Whatever it was, he assumed Galick was not a fan of it either. Then Galick did something odd. He was scraping up the dirt? He began to put something on the ground. He'd look down as he seemed to be writing. The first thing was noting he could not talk. He assumed that since he had done this. Still, it meant he could not speak for some time. IT was not as if he was broken? At least he assumed that was what he meant by it. "Is that normal or is something broken?"
Then the last part was a little more concerning. He'd pause a bit then he composed himself. Two hundred years old? What was more he was from the Empire days? He was unsure how he wanted to take that. On the one hand, the empire had hurt his people. On the other hand, that was two hundred years ago. Plus it was not if Galick had done anything to harm anyone. "I see the empire huh that is quite old. I assume you are looking for other saiyans. Is that why you're wandering around?" He'd asked. Maybe Galick though some would be around him or stumble upon him?
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Post by Galick on Jan 17, 2019 0:55:51 GMT -6
GALICK'S PL: 100
As if in response to Typha's next question, several sparks flew from Galick's body once more as he jolted in shock, staggering back and putting a hand to his head. Yup, he was very broken. If it weren't for the Destron Gas plaguing his form, he might have been a functional cyborg and still able to fight, talk, and actually not feel like he was dying twenty-four-seven. Alas, that was only wishful thinking for the time being.
Galick eyed the alien up and down, still getting a better look at him. The guy seemed to be a Konatsian, but there were a multitude of other humanoid species that could work also. Why one was on Vegeta was beyond him, as he was unaware of the conflict between the Solar Empire of old and the Planet Konats, as he had perished and was deactivated before the two planets fought. Galick managed to regain his bearings nonetheless after the sparks had flown. The alien's curiosity over Galick was a little odd, but he couldn't exactly blame the guy when he was in his current condition.
Nonetheless, he'd give another tentative nod, scribbling away at the earth below after wiping off his old message;
HEADING TO CITY LATER
CURRENTLY UNSURE HOW THEY'LL RESPOND
HIDING AND PLANNING FOR NOW
First things first Galick needed to find out how to put a lid on the Destron Gas, and then the whole thing with his current lack of fighting power. Even if he could only accomplish the former, it'd be better than nothing before going to meet the other Saiyans after so many years. But Galick was still essentially a husk of his old self, a walking biohazard. Who was to say they wouldn't try to strike him down? Perhaps that was just his worrying getting the better of him, but...
Galick shook his head, pushing those thoughts away for another time. He had some questions of his own as well;
HAVEN'T SEEN ANYONE ELSE OUT HERE
WHO ARE YOU?
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Post by Typha on Jan 17, 2019 16:13:24 GMT -6
When he asked if he was broken, There was sparking that flew from Galick body. That all but confirmed it. Guess he'd need someone to repair him. While he knew a little bit of tech, he didn't think he could repair a cyborg. That might of been a little bit out of his knowledge range. Still, he was at least working, if they could bring him to someone who knew their stuff they could fix him. Then he might be able to learn more about him. He was pretty curious seeing as he was half machine and half saiyan. Something that he had never seen before. He'd look down at what Galick had written next.
He'd look over at the message. He was heading to the city but was not sure how they respond to him. Typha smiled lightly. He could understand, Galick must have been afraid. Typha, of course, understood it, he was not the same as everyone else. He was a husk of twisted metal and man. Something that most people may look away upon. Other would cut it down. He was in the later, for most of his life. Yet, he was part saiyan and in some ways apart of the people. Killing him, may not have been wise and uncalled for. Galick had not hurt his people, and he doubted he ever would. After some deep thought, he smiled. "The people of Vegeta will like you just fine." He forced a smile. He was sure Kayen and Ramen would be fine with Galick. He was sure of that. He then asked if he had seen anyone else out here and who he might have been. "I have seen other people. I've been to the city too. As for who I am. I am Typha of Konats. It is nice to meet you." He'd bow his head to Galick.
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Post by Galick on Jan 17, 2019 18:50:07 GMT -6
GALICK'S PL: 100
Galick folded his arms, turning his gaze astray. The Konatsian's words were surprisingly comforting, but he still had his doubts and concerns. Optimism and realism were two very different things. Who knew how much the Saiyans had changed with their transition from Empire to Kingdom? Still, he'd nod, visibly much calmer than he was before with his guard fully dropped, that anticipation for combat gone from his gaze.
Still, he grew a little more concerned at the mention of others in the Tuffle Ruins. He'd come across a few mindless drones and an occasional Saiba-creature, but finding someone more unsavory in comparison to Typha was a concern of his. Still, he'd silently bow his head back in spite of another spark flying from his back before straightening himself again, writing one last note on the ground.
GALICK
That was his name, if the arrow he drew that gestured to himself was any indication.
Galick turned to eye the horizon. He could see the spires of the Cacumber Capitol's skyline in the distance. If he still had a nose or mouth, he'd take a slow inhale to prepare himself, but the android settled with closing his eyes for a moment instead. He gestured his head to the city, taking a few steps back. There was no point in holding off reuniting with the other Saiyans when he couldn't change their reaction, could he? Whatever happened would happen... But hopefully it wasn't death.
With that, the cyborg offered one last nod before taking off into the skies, a faint trail of purple lingering in his wake.
Galick still had a few questions left unanswered, and perhaps this Typha did as well.
But that was for another day.
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Fun thread! This seems like a good stop-point, but feel free to interrupt Galick's exit if you wanna continue!
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