Aimless Goals Jan 5, 2021 19:37:59 GMT -6
Post by Piezo on Jan 5, 2021 19:37:59 GMT -6
Dark clouds and overcast skies tend to bring poor moods and longing for clear skies. When you are trying to stay unseen and move through a field you are actively even if unintentionally tearing up, you are thankful for whatever keeps prying eyes at bay. The hybrid of machine and Arcosian never knew his home world for as much as a war torn planet inhabited by pirates and scientists hiding could be called a home, but something itched inside of him for it. This was the first planet he had any memory of as a conscious being, and still it was alien to him. His mind was filled with images of planets he had never been to and was likely to never go to, but something about standing on Earth made it feel surreal every step he took.
For hours a trench was dug behind with footprints slowly washing away in the dirt and mud, an android walking with no sense of direction or destination, and a fogged up pod his grip never loosened from for a fraction of a moment. Everything he looked at seemed to pull up an internal log to tell him what it was and the usage behind it, so when he found himself stopped at a home he knew enough about what he was facing. No one was inside to greet or turn him away, and internally he knew what he was about to do was considered wrong both legally and culturally, but shelter was needed all the same. A hard push broke the lock on a farm house miles from where he crawled from the buried ship, and thankfully for the owners they were away for whatever the reason.
In the living room stood the confused creature, muddy footprints across the floor leading to him, and a long trail of mud and scuff marks along the floor stopping short of android and pod. The wind and rain blew in through the open door, but the android gave no attention to either, making an attempt to open the pod and retrieve what his memory was finally filling him in on as far as the contents. A scan across the surface told him of the simple mechanisms that would not work without the ships power supply, but the same scan gave him the hinged points and easiest places to grip to remove the lid without causing damage to the precious cargo.
From the time he made his way from the ship he knew this pod was important to him, but it wasn't until he stared at the face of the android designated Peltier that he fully came to understand why. If androids were inclined to believe in such things, this would be considered his older sibling, the one that came before and the only other android of his kind he was made aware of given his recorded memory access. After a moment of securing Peltier in the pod, the android stood it up and began to inspect to insure there was no damage to his elder that would cause an issues in waking him. The only thing found was the same partially disconnected cables from the crash much like his own, but a single tug at them seemed to trigger something in the other android.
Two inorganic sets of eyes stared into each other intently as if communicating to one another, lasting minutes, before Piezo took a wide step back in synchronous motion with Peltier stepping from his pod. Neither spoke as both were aware of why they were sent and both aware of where they were enough to not need to question one another. The only moment of hesitation between the two seemed to be which would lead now that both were on their feet and awake enough to not need help from the other, and Piezo's fraction of a second movement towards the door quicker was all that made the decision.
Near identical sets of footprints were left in the mud moving away from the farmhouse and further from the ship, now filling with water and dirt and a simple after thought between the two. There was still no specific goal, no destination, and no urgency to get wherever the two were going. No words were exchanged but numerous glances were shared as they spent the entirety of the night moving towards the closest populated area before making their next decision.