Raid for what? (Open) Nov 7, 2019 14:25:02 GMT -6
Post by Sgiath 'Addler' Iàidir on Nov 7, 2019 14:25:02 GMT -6
Thread PL: 14,550
Items: Z-sword, Scouter
Sgiath had been hearing rumors recently, through some people on the streets at North City, that there was going to be some raid at some Blue Banner Army Base located in the Fotuneteller's Desert, Diablo Desert, or some other desert. Sgiath inquired about it, and they said it's a bit scattered all around the globe. However, the BBA were known to have dabbled in all sorts of tech back in the day! So much so that they were able to conceive of android designs so lifelike that they even transitioned to those today, and this was 200 years ago! Sgiath had some knowledge of this history due to his college years, but he figured there wouldn't be anyone being so foolish to go rushing into some abandoned base... However, he mulled over the things he did in college himself, and came to the conclusion that they'd do that himself.
So, Sgiath got himself a flight going out to Ginger Town, with Frederick in tow. Frederick was a sword of his that he recently acquired accidentally from an incident at a exhibit in North City. Specifically, it was the spirit on it. Sgiath had rushed into bloody scene and had become bound to Sgiath for his courage and, as Frederick put it, recklessness. Sgiath was far weaker than the guy leading the attack at the exhibit, and even with Sgiath getting supported, Sgiath was beaten to a pulp. They were a bit miffed about this trip to the Fortuneteller's Desert, but it was comforting to be out of a display for 50 years and be seeing the world.
When they touched down in Ginger Town, Sgiath was about to try for hitchhiking when he got out of the town, but then Frederick said to him, telepathically, 'Hold up, youngster.'
"What," Sgiath asked, "It beats trying to get there on foot, man."
'This is the perfect time to teach you how to use your energy to fly, or at least, get your speed up.'
"No, that's dumb! That's like 5000 kilometers to run! That'll take me months and, not to mention, I gotta get food and stuff, so that's about a year!"
'Oh, please. You got enough energy on reserve that you can easily travel that in mere minutes if you put some of it to your legs! Besides, you've done that sort of journey in a month's time, didn't you?
"Yeah, but that was because I had assistance from people on the road while also helping them!"
Sgiath pulled the sword up in front of him, leering at it in astonishment. Fred's tone was entirely serious! Sgiath shook his head and sheathed the blade once more, holding out his thumb. Then, the sword spoke, asking, 'Do you really want another confrontation with people, like what happened on the plane ride here?'
The young man furrowed his brow and frowned. Sgiath was unable to hand over the sword, as it'd fly back to his hands after travelling through the machine. He even specified it was a sword to the security and figured it'd be alright. However, the blade flew back to him, almost magnetically attaching itself to his back. He tried to get it off his back and the guards tried to help him too! However, it refused to shift. This wasn't even Frederick's doing! In fact, it did the same with him when he was alive! The sword had some weird properties about it, and was why Frederick had attached himself to it instead of passing on. He didn't want whoever used it next to be incapable of wielding it and get into incidents! They tried to put it into cargo so many times that had to get Sgiath seated with the marshal on the plane. That was probably the best situation Sgiath could ask for, all things considered. However, he knew people would around here were gonna be less inclined to just let it slide.
"Fine," he submitted, "How're we gonna do this?"
'Excellent,' Frederick replied, 'Alright so here's how it works. Do you remember how you moved around in a huge spurt of speed?'
Sgiath got to jogging down the road, heading towards the general southwest direction. He nodded, so the sword spirit continued. He explained it simply and with it, Sgiath put it into practice. The run was agonizing, but surprisingly enough, Sgiath found himself in the desert! He put the directions into the scouter's GPS, based on the location for one of the meeting places for the raid. He wasn't far off and got there in the middle of the blistering desert heat, and what was also surprising was what he saw upon arrival!
He was greeted by civilians, who readily got to speaking what was going on. The hundreds there were set on raiding this one place, some of them being a bit provocative with their message. Others were honestly there to make sure they didn't hurt themselves and were giving out water to people. One such person came to Sgiath and gave him a water bottle! When they got to asking the guy what he was doing there, he wasn't sure how to reply for a moment. However, he rounded up his explanation as, "I'm here because I wanted to make sure people wouldn't do anything dumb."
The response went over better than expected, the person who gave him a bottle of water dragging him over to where some huge tents were at! In there, they had beds and all sorts of supplies to meet with any random situation that came up! Some, in fact, were part of Earth's military! They figured that all of these people coming out here was going to be problematic and, in fact, set this up before they did in case. Sgiath got himself situated inside, and as the sun begun to set, people were grouping around camp fires and got to grilling.
Frederick spoke to Sgiath's mind once more, reminding him, 'Be on your guard, Sgiath. Some of these people could be more dangerous than they-'
"Yeah, I got'cha," Sgiath whispered, having been standing on his own with a water bottle in hand. He was peering at the scattered fires and tents. He didn't need to be told. Something was bound to happen, and he needed to be ready!
Okay, sorry for the long introduction! I figured I ought to lay out the scene and how he got here before getting to the present.