Supply Run.EXE (Open)

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.




Powerlevel:44,000

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