K2
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PL: 1,400
Overdrive (+x3T)
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Post by K2 on Jan 13, 2019 20:45:25 GMT -6
**Warning - Hazardous levels of radiation detected. Inform any organic traveling companion
K2 dismissed the automatically generated warning, dilapidated body creaking with each stop along the shattered and cracked ground that made up the precarious snaking pathways through the city. His optical scanners swept over the ruins of the former city, attempting to chart out a path to efficiently reach its' depths. He wasn't exactly one hundred percent sure that the obviously antique settlement would even hold compatible or functional parts to fix his damaged frame, but it was worth a shot considering it was the first sign of any actual civilization in a while. In fact, excluding his chance encounter in the wastelands of before, he'd yet to actually see any other forms of intelligent life. It would be just his luck to crash land on a desolate planet with a long-extinct population, only Aliens to occasionally scour the despondent plains... Or perhaps not. Even if that were the case, the chances of him being fully unable to scavenge or naturally mine enough metals and eventually craft together something useable were nill. He knelt, knees scraping against the smooth stone and ran his fingers across thin layers of dust, unnatural sensors processing the details and wiring it to his core. It seemed to be somewhat fresh, evidence to some sort of passage or natural depositing via unnatural gusts of wind. Standing up, K2 continued along his path - taking steps which reverberated off the endless expanse of empty stone structures.
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Typha
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PL: 232,000
Pale Rose (x4P); Holy Rose (x14T); Mastered Holy Rose (x17T)
Tag: @yokubo
Posts: 857
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Post by Typha on Jan 13, 2019 21:50:48 GMT -6
Typha was wandering the Tuffle Captial for the third time. He really did enjoy coming to the place. Maybe it was just with the hope to find some machine. To feel his blade cut across steel and slice into pieces. Maybe he was slightly obsessed with it. Prehaps it made him a little crazy. Honestly, he had no idea but it let him kill of nightmares he had. Machines with hollow souls and their twisted metal crushing his people. Leaving them in piles and Typha in return destroying each and every one of them. His blood ran cold when he saw them, and every time it ended with his head stopping his heart. He'd scan the area with his good eye. Nothing like yesterday and the days before. He had to give up the search eventually. His robotic eye did pick something else. He'd walk over and see a machine. Finally an android. Typha flesh eyes narrowed as he licked his lips. However, he stopped himself from just letting out his anger. He was better than that, right? He'd walk over waving trying to keep his anger at bay. "You a tuffle machine or something else?" Might as well see what it was before deciding how to handle it.
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K2
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PL: 1,400
Overdrive (+x3T)
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Post by K2 on Jan 17, 2019 15:34:41 GMT -6
It was wholly unexpected to see an organic after all this time. Even stranger when it approached and waved, yet its' movements were stiff and controlled as if holding something back. K2 halted, returning the wave a bit awkwardly. "Hello there, stranger. It is to my regret that I must inform you I don't know what a "Tuffle" is, though I can confirm my origins are not from them or it. My designation is K2 and I crash-landed on this planet not too long ago, sans a ship to cushion my fall." K2 paused, remembering the warnings that had popped up before and snapped his fingers. "It is also my duty to inform you that this area has high levels of radiation, so if you are particularly vulnerable it might be best to vacate the space."
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Yuca
Archived
XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO KID
PL: 100
Dark Magic (x2T)
Tag: @ski
Posts: 81
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Post by Yuca on Jan 18, 2019 17:15:27 GMT -6
Power-Level: 100 Exploring the most popular sights of a planet could only hold so much appeal before it faded. No glory was to be found in doing what's common, or most enjoyed. To pursue what was abnormal, experience the very strange. This was the ultimate goal behind Yuca's pursuits in travelling across the diverse lands of Vegeta. Holding no prior engagements he sought to change that, acting upon his desires. The "will to adventure" if one were to put it in simpler terms. Due to all the treks he's made in short time, the Vegetan map he had on his person grew with detail. A red mark showing exactly what locations the Konatsian had not the chance to see, the map was largely left unblemished. His mark yet to be made in a quantifiable form on the atlas. The young-man's eyes staring directly at the chart with a displeased look on his face. <Where to from here? Its all been looking the same for so long, ruins of a forgotten time. Hmm.. if my estimations are current, there should be something just ahead.> With an assortment of navigational devices his exact location was further pinpointed with the sky's specific lighting. Directing himself, on a course that didn't appear to be all too promising. The destination depicted on the diagram seemed to note otherwise, a certain layer of complexity was taken to the Tuffle Capital's picture on the map. As he strolled through the Ancient Ruffle Ruins he couldn't help but feel a sentiment of nostalgia. As if seeing a reality oh so familiar, his steps slowed to a grinding halt. <Konats looked a lot like this.. Smells like it too with all this smog here, just like home I guess.> Walking at a slower pace made things clearer to him, the technological constructions found on the streets of the collapsed city turned increasingly violent in design. The regular robot became some kind of spectacle of war, geared with weapons galore. <Seems like I'm really back there now, how bizarre.> By some peculiar coincidence, as he ventured deeper into the town the more the quality of its constructions increased suggesting signs of less wear. Dust and general erosion losing ground as the machines looked more new, rusted as they were still. <Funny how a keen look at things changes one's perspective. Maybe I was wrong, looks like whatever civilization was here lasted longer than I had thought. Fresher than some of the things I've seen at least.> After a lengthy hike across unfavorable terrain he had finally arrived, in sheer awe by the state of the location. Somehow he had reached the very root of it all. Its hellish core, a location littered with all the signs of combat. There was a certain color of grey and red scattered across the ground, the faint aroma of oil blowing across the wind. <Isn't that remarkable? This metal, I can't tell where the rust begins or the blood ends? What an exceptional feeling.. its like some kind of Déjà vu. I guess this was where they had their final stand, the Capital itself.> Before continuing on his path there appeared to be something in the distance that caught his eye. Two figures far off in the city's depths, hard to discern yet one granting him significant suspicion. Its silhouette bearing a resemblance that begged a question. <Is that really him? Or are my eyes fooling me?> He decided to pursue the trail of thought, going towards the people in question. Their faces being much more apparent granted their increased vicinity, he was now in audible range. To his surprise the uncertainty in one of the men present wasn't for naught. Though one was some kind of machine, lively judging by its movement. The other was the center of his attention. "Why hello Prince, I must say an irony finds itself here. Of all the places on Vegeta to be, can't say I'm surprised either of us are here given our history back there." He pointed to the sky, in the general direction of Konats. He took a visible pause before uttering another word, reaching into his pocket as he took out a handkerchief. Rubbing away at all the grime around his eyes and on his face, his face darkened by all the particles in the air. His clothes too, shaking them as bits of dust came off. Yuca proceeded to glance at K2, tilting his head to the side in a manner suggesting confusion. Seeing the many tools of war scattered across the ground led him to assumption albeit with hesitation on that conviction. "The name is Yuca, and you are?"Typha
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Typha
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Post by Typha on Jan 19, 2019 14:30:41 GMT -6
Typha frowned as the android spoke. So he was not a tuffle machine but what could have created him. He was not a Konats android for sure, afterall he had killed most of them and even if he was, he didn't look like one. Not at all. Prehaps there could have been other designs but that raised another question. Why was he on Vegeta? Then he explained he had crash landed and this place was not safe, because of the radiation. "It won't harm me at least that much." He should be fine as long as he didn't start living here. Which he had no plan too. "Well glad you are alright." Typha gave a smile though he didn't mean it that much. He still would never be a fan of androids.
Then there was someone else. His robotic eye had picked up a small powerlevel. He'd turn his head looking over at the man. It was Yuca. Guess this was the planet he decided to head too. He'd give a nod of his head. "Well, Vegeta helped find the dragonballs that revived the people of Konats. Though I would pay them a visit to offer my thanks." Typha said with a smile though he was still curious what compelled Yuca to come? Maybe the same thing. He was unsure. Yuca approached the Android and asked his name while also giving his. "I should give me name as well. I am Typha nice to meet you." He'd bowed his head to K2.
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