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Post by Galick on Jan 20, 2019 1:34:05 GMT -6
RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARM
GALICK'S PL: 10,000
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GALICK'S ITEMS: Destron Machine | Android Scouter
Mastery over his new body was nowhere near attained, but Galick had made considerable progress. The android's armor had a new sheen to it, most of the rust gone and faded. The Destron Gas remained pumping in his systems, smoothly flowing through the tubes on his back. For once, it didn't cause him a tinge of pain. What still needed work, though, was his godforsaken mechanical arm.
The thing seemed to lag, taking a few more moments than desired to do what Galick wanted it to. That and the dents on it from an earlier scuffle caused sparks to fly when it was attached to him, shocking the cyborg's organic body. It sapped away most of his energy as he just tried to keep it stable. Eventually, the frustrated android simply gave up trying to make it work. He took off the limb, setting it on a rack outside of his makeshift home. Galick had yet to accustom himself to the new Vegetan civilization, and found it best to keep his distance for now while slowly easing back into this new age for the Saiyans.
His "home" was made from one of the run-down outposts right outside of the Tuffle Ruins' Capitol. On one side were the towering spires of ruined skyscrapers, and on the other was the vast wastelands that most of Vegeta was covered in. Metal walls, a few rusted copper roof panels and chimneys, and a few odd machines of the sort sticking out here and there. They were of no use now, though, rusted over seemingly thousands of years. Still, Galick had managed to bring a few things inside to make himself at home. A few replacement drives and metal pieces rested on one of the shelves in case he needed repairs, along with his armor.
Galick simply wore his black undershirt, his single organic arm folded behind his head while he rested on a bunch of mismatched pelts and cloths piled on the steel flooring. The sun had already began to set. He didn't need sleep anymore, but the cyborg still found himself oddly exhausted after the day. He'd finally, finally gained some semblance of strength, after all. He was stronger back in his living days, of course, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
His eyes began to close, the Destron beginning to slow it's flow in his wiring. Maybe a little rest wouldn't hurt... Half asleep with his one arm resting limp, Galick barely even thought of the slight possibility that his mechanical arm outside, which still flashed with occasional purple lights or let out a small electric jolt, would be bound to attract some attention...
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Post by Prince Kabe on Jan 20, 2019 3:17:42 GMT -6
Everything here was strange. Unlike the rest of the planet, this place was very reminiscent of how he had left the Planet Duria not long ago. Everything was old, and broken, and very, very dead. Plumes of this gross, purple gas that made him feel very sick shot out of the crag sometimes when Kabe crossed it, and when he searched through old buildings he sometimes was attacked by people from Duria, but they always puffed away into violet gas leaving Kabe without food. But there was one thing he liked about this strange old place; the seclusion. The people of this planet looked like him, and he was sure that it all seemed familiar from when he was very small. But they were very weird... they would never share their things, and would always get very mad and crotchety whenever Kabe would take something he liked. It seemed fair to him - if you wanted to keep things for yourself, you should hide them better. Especially shiny or new things... and food. In the rickety dark expanse of the Tuffle Ruins, Kabe made his home. Well, it was much less of a home and more like a hoard. Trinkets and trash he'd taken from people in the big city were stashed away in a large shed he had found out near the dense area of the ruins that he tried to avoid. Stacks upon stacks of twisted iron and warped, deformed playthings piled up in one corner, with the scraps of month old food and dead critters piled in another. By the doorway, he had a large metal thing that he wasn't sure about that would sometimes spew out that disgusting gas that he used to hold the door shut while he slept, and one corner was empty space. After munching down on a mutated saiba creature that he'd caught nearby, Kabe wandered out into the fractured tuffle world to see what he could find today. As he clambered up the side of a copper building in the night, he heard a strange and unfamiliar sound. BZZT.Turning his head to the side, he noticed down on rack outside a piece of metal with flashing purple lights that sparked a little every now and then. Cautiously, Kabe scuttled down to the ground and slinked over to approach. Pulling his little white tattered cloak up, he covered himself and his battered battle armor carefully and looked frantically to his sides. Sure that he was alone, he reached out his pointer finger and slowly brought it to poke at the metal device. A spark met his finger, sending a little jolt of tingling electricity running up his arm, followed by a small puff of noxious gas. "Hmm-? aaAAAGH!" He squealed a little at the surprising sensation, and pulled his arm back before dropping low and darting around to see if anything heard him. Worried that it had, he grabbed the strange metal thing off of the rack and tucked it under one arm, knocking the rack over with a loud clang as he ran off into the dark smog toward his home.
KP: 3/3 n/aTags: Galick |
KABE
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SAIYAN KINGDOM
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