Raiders of the Lost Arm | INVITE Jan 20, 2019 1:34:05 GMT -6
Post by Galick on Jan 20, 2019 1:34:05 GMT -6
RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARM
GALICK'S PL: 10,000
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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