Ruin Rumble (Hirudinea) Aug 17, 2020 12:43:18 GMT -6
Post by Duran on Aug 17, 2020 12:43:18 GMT -6
Duran slashed at the pile of rubble below him, casting away dozens of pebbles with a thunderous noise.
With a furrowed brow, he began to dig through whatever lied under the rubble. His internal scanners had picked up a faint signal within the earth beneath him, a clear sign of Tuffle technology that had somehow remained intact over the millennia. Stones clacked against one-another as the Destron Droid continued to dig, forcing his arm straight through the remaining rocks as it tore straight into the ground.
Eventually, Duran's metallic fingers rubbed against something solid within the ground, only a few feet beneath the surface. Whatever it was that his scanners has picked up, he had just found it.
Retracting his arm from the dirt and rubble, Duran looked down at remaining pile of concrete chunks and offhandedly vaporized them with a wave of Ki that erupted from his weaponized arm. What remained of the smoldering crater was a perfectly carved hole that only just managed to miss the technology he was trying to salvage.
The Destron Droid descended into the small crater and knelt down, cautiously digging through the small layer of warm dirt. Chunks of metal plating and tubing slowly began to be unearthed as Duran dug. At first it was undecipherable, but Duran quickly began tor recognize certain anatomic shapes and structures within the metal.
Duran feared the worst as he continued to search, unearthing something that resembled a robotic leg. He shivered, staring blankly at his gruesome discovery, not stopping until everything was revealed to him.
Half an arm, torn off at the elbow.
A busted-open torso, with signs pointing to severe blunt trauma.
And finally...A head.
Duran's eye widened as he unearthed the fallen soldier's head. The synthetic skin was still intact in some places, a single robotic eye staring endlessly at the smog-filled sky above it, frozen in fear. Their skull was cracked open and hollow, brain missing.
He looked down at their chest cavity to find their Destron Core beating weakly, the only remaining part left intact. Shallow breaths came from under Duran's mask as his hand slowly moved toward the Destron Core. He gripped it softly, and hesitated.
''I'm sorry...'' He spoke somberly.
Duran closed his eyes and looked away before tightening his grip on the Core. He breathed out, and pulled back. The Destron Core thumped faintly inside of his closed grip. He turned away from the Droid's corpse before opening his eyes again to the sight of the beating Core, staring at it conflictedly.
'We can use this. They would've wanted the same.' He spoke to himself. With a faint nod, Duran stored the intact Core within a capsule he carried within his armor. Even though it felt sickening to loot the corpses of his fallen allies, Duran knew that they would need all of the supplies they could get their hands on if they wanted to rebuild their lost civilization. He simply had no choice.
Duran looked out toward the empty streets, and was met with silence.
...He had better keep searching.
Duran's PL: 50,600 (Fused)
Items: Armor, Scouter, Destron Machine, Minions+Shell