Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 2:31:43 GMT -5
Another great day on Plasma's life, aboard the nameless mothership of the Special Squadron Odrog! The bio-android's room is something out of the nightmare of a person with insectophobia: every wall of the 12x12 room is covered by something alike resin but with a rugged texture, thick strings of the substance also looses from the walls creating paths through the room of the size of the bio-android, all things considered it's appearance resembles the interior of a wasp nest. The bed has a unique structure, being a hollow sphere, supported by threads on the floor and ceiling, and having a smooth version of the same substance on the walls composing the interior like a mattress. Interesting enough, Plasma resolves for not covering the luminosity and the window of it's room, he doesn't know for sure why, maybe because he don't want to remember the inside of his egg or the moments before and after his dreams.
Stretching his body, the bio-android go to the window for a quick view of the scenario, something he learned to enjoy to do everyday because, not like the mothership, the exterior of space was always different everyday when they were traveling. Today's view is composed by three suns in the middle of the galaxy, two big ones, a blue and a purple, and a red small one. Also, they were near a orange planet surrounded by a belt of green moons - ' Interesting, these universe has quiet the complexity, yesterday the suns were all light-blue and the other planet had a hole in it.' - and the stars that can be seen at the opposite side from the suns had taken purple and green coloration.
Finally engraving the view in his memory, Plasma exits his room and decide to go to the cafeteria. Walking through the mothership's corridors he find himself thinking about his life after his birth and the abrupt change it took when he left the planet where he hatched - ' Really, how lucky am I? I was born somewhere my instincts could help me develop but away from any kind of technology or society for what I could survey, and then, when I begin to lose hope on find those, they come to me in the form of delicious snacks...probably the last time I should think things like this' - in his path he smells something good in the air, coming from the cafeteria - ' I guess Marmite is cooking, when Odrog smell this he will come fast...Odrog, another thing I must be thankful for is finding this...dude. If wasn't for Odrog I might end alone, killing anyone the came to the ship and never able to leave...I guess I have to thank 22 too. Wasn't for her I would probably have killed Odrog...oh well, everything worked for the best' - reaching the cafeteria, Plasma see Marmite playing with his skills in the kitchen - ' Making something delicious by the smell of it. Marmite gave me a good scare when I first saw him, probably some terrible experience with someone of his kind. Having met him, his a pretty good guy, and great cook' - he proceed to the water dispenser and take some glasses of water - ' I own a lot to Odrog and 22...guess I have to help them in whatever I can'.
After finish his drink, he leaves the cafeteria and heads towards the control room. Getting there, Plasma start to use the computer and search the internet for news and update his habits in order to become more civilized. Besides the fact that he shouldn't drink people, Plasma also discover that violence should be a last resort, every place has a set of rules that has to be followed in order to maintain the peace, and the most important one: most things cost zeny and zeny has to be earned. Also there had been other things he enjoyed learning like music and almost every genre was enjoyable, save the ones with poor lyrics. A music in special he finds himself singing from time to time: "Welcome to the Jungle" from the earthen band Guns N' Roses. He doesn't know why, he just like the rhythm.
While he was using the internet the computer alerted about a new message that just came up, checking it he found out to be a distress call: " Space vessel nº241 of the PTO, Turbo Delivery, requesting immediate help. My ship have ran out of fuel and is stranded near the space of planet C.P.nº32. We are desperate, if too much time passes the gravitational force of the planet will pull us to a free fall against the planet surface. Please help". After listening to the message, Plasma decided to go alone - ' It'll be a, easy job. Go there, change the oil and get back. Any trouble I push the ship myself. Better leave a note too' - Plasma then take one of the ship's pod, 3 fuel cells and go travel, leaving a note saying " Went on distress mission, back later".
Two hours later the bio-android arrives at the designated coordinates and have no trouble finding the endangered ship, or should he say, spacejet. The vessel was much smaller than the mothership, probably fitting only 3 or 4 persons and no space for any kind of accommodations. On the other hand, under it was a big, big, metal container that was being held by the vessel with two cranes. Plasma approached and parked the pod near the spacejet, he left carrying the fuel cells and approached the vessel window. The look of terror on the aliens faces from seeing Plasma turned into confusion after seeing the fuel cells he is holding. The bio-android then proceed to delivering the cells and one of the rescued came to greet him, he has light-blue skin and white hair, probably the same race as Sugo:
- Wow, err, thank you. We would've be dead in a few minutes not for you, err, who're you again?
Plasma couldn't speak, but he had already anticipated this and wrote on a pad the following message: " My name's Plasma, pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm currently employed by the Special Squadron Odrog, a mercenary group, and for the time unable to speak. Your distress call was caught by our ship and I was designated to make the delivery for upgrade my social skills and because I have knowledge of advanced technology and mechanics".
- Oh, ok, thank you, Plasma. You sure helped us a lot. May I ask you to take a look at the engine?
Erasing the last message, Plasma writes a new one: " But of course, this smaller models have quiet the strength but can be easily broken if regular maintenance isn't performed".
Half an hour later the work was done and Plasma was about to conclude the business when another ship arrived, this one a quarter of the mothership size, and four people got out of it. All of them wearing helmet and an matching armor with skull emblems. Each of them also possessed cannons on their arms.
- Though luck boys, this cargo is now property of Captain Orenjihige!
- Ok, ok, just don't hurt us...uh, Plasma what are you doing?
Listening to the speech, Plasma joined the group and soon all the cannons were pointed at him.
- What the hell is this?! Your guard-dog?! Look, he wants to protect his masters. Come on boy, do you want a bis...
Plasma didn't let the girl finish her talk by headbutting her on the chest, she fainted. Pirates, he had learned from them on the internet, basically thieves. And no way in hell he would let thieves steal his prize. After their leader was down the three remaining pirates starts shooting the bio-android. When the blast ceased, no damage was done, but a very angry Plasma made quick work of the band - ' You can do this, do not drink them'. Finishing, he gets his pad and write another message: " Well, let's check, the price of the cells, plus the price of the travel, plus the price of the services of body-guard. Here is the bill, I accept only zeny I'm afraid".
- Buddy, you can have it! Totally worth it, if we got mugged that would mean our jobs!
" Don't worry, SSO is available and prepared for situations like these. Thank you for choosing our services, tell your friends about us and have a good day!". Plasma then put the pirates inside their ship, set his pod to automatic flight and pilot the pirate ship to the mothership. He defeated the pirates and normally he would drink them, but as he is trying to engage in civilized ways, he decided to let Odrog decide what to do...' Who the hell is Orenjihige?'
(I would like zeny plz, thx =D)
Stretching his body, the bio-android go to the window for a quick view of the scenario, something he learned to enjoy to do everyday because, not like the mothership, the exterior of space was always different everyday when they were traveling. Today's view is composed by three suns in the middle of the galaxy, two big ones, a blue and a purple, and a red small one. Also, they were near a orange planet surrounded by a belt of green moons - ' Interesting, these universe has quiet the complexity, yesterday the suns were all light-blue and the other planet had a hole in it.' - and the stars that can be seen at the opposite side from the suns had taken purple and green coloration.
Finally engraving the view in his memory, Plasma exits his room and decide to go to the cafeteria. Walking through the mothership's corridors he find himself thinking about his life after his birth and the abrupt change it took when he left the planet where he hatched - ' Really, how lucky am I? I was born somewhere my instincts could help me develop but away from any kind of technology or society for what I could survey, and then, when I begin to lose hope on find those, they come to me in the form of delicious snacks...probably the last time I should think things like this' - in his path he smells something good in the air, coming from the cafeteria - ' I guess Marmite is cooking, when Odrog smell this he will come fast...Odrog, another thing I must be thankful for is finding this...dude. If wasn't for Odrog I might end alone, killing anyone the came to the ship and never able to leave...I guess I have to thank 22 too. Wasn't for her I would probably have killed Odrog...oh well, everything worked for the best' - reaching the cafeteria, Plasma see Marmite playing with his skills in the kitchen - ' Making something delicious by the smell of it. Marmite gave me a good scare when I first saw him, probably some terrible experience with someone of his kind. Having met him, his a pretty good guy, and great cook' - he proceed to the water dispenser and take some glasses of water - ' I own a lot to Odrog and 22...guess I have to help them in whatever I can'.
After finish his drink, he leaves the cafeteria and heads towards the control room. Getting there, Plasma start to use the computer and search the internet for news and update his habits in order to become more civilized. Besides the fact that he shouldn't drink people, Plasma also discover that violence should be a last resort, every place has a set of rules that has to be followed in order to maintain the peace, and the most important one: most things cost zeny and zeny has to be earned. Also there had been other things he enjoyed learning like music and almost every genre was enjoyable, save the ones with poor lyrics. A music in special he finds himself singing from time to time: "Welcome to the Jungle" from the earthen band Guns N' Roses. He doesn't know why, he just like the rhythm.
While he was using the internet the computer alerted about a new message that just came up, checking it he found out to be a distress call: " Space vessel nº241 of the PTO, Turbo Delivery, requesting immediate help. My ship have ran out of fuel and is stranded near the space of planet C.P.nº32. We are desperate, if too much time passes the gravitational force of the planet will pull us to a free fall against the planet surface. Please help". After listening to the message, Plasma decided to go alone - ' It'll be a, easy job. Go there, change the oil and get back. Any trouble I push the ship myself. Better leave a note too' - Plasma then take one of the ship's pod, 3 fuel cells and go travel, leaving a note saying " Went on distress mission, back later".
Two hours later the bio-android arrives at the designated coordinates and have no trouble finding the endangered ship, or should he say, spacejet. The vessel was much smaller than the mothership, probably fitting only 3 or 4 persons and no space for any kind of accommodations. On the other hand, under it was a big, big, metal container that was being held by the vessel with two cranes. Plasma approached and parked the pod near the spacejet, he left carrying the fuel cells and approached the vessel window. The look of terror on the aliens faces from seeing Plasma turned into confusion after seeing the fuel cells he is holding. The bio-android then proceed to delivering the cells and one of the rescued came to greet him, he has light-blue skin and white hair, probably the same race as Sugo:
- Wow, err, thank you. We would've be dead in a few minutes not for you, err, who're you again?
Plasma couldn't speak, but he had already anticipated this and wrote on a pad the following message: " My name's Plasma, pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm currently employed by the Special Squadron Odrog, a mercenary group, and for the time unable to speak. Your distress call was caught by our ship and I was designated to make the delivery for upgrade my social skills and because I have knowledge of advanced technology and mechanics".
- Oh, ok, thank you, Plasma. You sure helped us a lot. May I ask you to take a look at the engine?
Erasing the last message, Plasma writes a new one: " But of course, this smaller models have quiet the strength but can be easily broken if regular maintenance isn't performed".
Half an hour later the work was done and Plasma was about to conclude the business when another ship arrived, this one a quarter of the mothership size, and four people got out of it. All of them wearing helmet and an matching armor with skull emblems. Each of them also possessed cannons on their arms.
- Though luck boys, this cargo is now property of Captain Orenjihige!
- Ok, ok, just don't hurt us...uh, Plasma what are you doing?
Listening to the speech, Plasma joined the group and soon all the cannons were pointed at him.
- What the hell is this?! Your guard-dog?! Look, he wants to protect his masters. Come on boy, do you want a bis...
Plasma didn't let the girl finish her talk by headbutting her on the chest, she fainted. Pirates, he had learned from them on the internet, basically thieves. And no way in hell he would let thieves steal his prize. After their leader was down the three remaining pirates starts shooting the bio-android. When the blast ceased, no damage was done, but a very angry Plasma made quick work of the band - ' You can do this, do not drink them'. Finishing, he gets his pad and write another message: " Well, let's check, the price of the cells, plus the price of the travel, plus the price of the services of body-guard. Here is the bill, I accept only zeny I'm afraid".
- Buddy, you can have it! Totally worth it, if we got mugged that would mean our jobs!
" Don't worry, SSO is available and prepared for situations like these. Thank you for choosing our services, tell your friends about us and have a good day!". Plasma then put the pirates inside their ship, set his pod to automatic flight and pilot the pirate ship to the mothership. He defeated the pirates and normally he would drink them, but as he is trying to engage in civilized ways, he decided to let Odrog decide what to do...' Who the hell is Orenjihige?'
(I would like zeny plz, thx =D)