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Warning lights blazed around her bridge and light up the face of the tuffle as she snorted awake, a grimace creasing her expression as she realised what was about to happen. The damn ship had gotten too close to one of the policed planets while they were drifting after their celebrations last night, okay so they’d pulled off a pretty decent little haul. But surely someone had been conscious and navigating? Surely she had left someone in charge, maybe it’d been the damn drone she’d been building. She had been a smidge drunk after all. Oh great, oh this was just perfect. They’d gotten too close to the damn saiyan planet itself. There wasn’t going to be mu- A blast hit the damn ship, it was only the shielding she’d given the damn ship that left it in any state to fly.
Tekla staggered and stumbled, gripping against her command chair for balance as there was yet another blast slamming into the ship. The Robin snarled angrily at nothing as her cybernetic eye tried to account for the strength of the Saiyan’s below, she’d hope she’d be able to figure out just where was the best place to veer the damn ship so she only needed to maintain shielding on one side. It wasn’t going to work though, there was far too many of them joining into this for her to have any real chance of maintaining shielding. She barked orders out towards the remaining crew that hadn’t already been rocked by the blast to get to the remaining escape pods.
Tekla started her way towards the pods herself, discarding her hat and coat and remaining just in her trousers and loose shirt, the boots left behind as well. Frankly she was going to go down and if she was lucky, the ship would at least impact with the ground and she could fake being something like a prisoner of the ship being rescued by the bold Saiyans. If they went full bore and detonated the damn thing, she’d have to just rely on her personal shielding to give her half a chance of making it to the surface, though she’d probably be arrested in that case. But that was preferable to death at any rate.
She was thrown off her feet as the next damn blast from the Saiyan’s tore into the ship, ripping the damn thing apart, the sounds of screeching metal and ringing all the Tuffle could hear as the part of the ship she was in spun uncontrollably now that it had been severed from the main ship and the all important engine. Well, this was not going well, she’d initially been surprised by the sudden assault but considering the first warning woke her up she’d probably have been asleep when they tried to communicate with her in the first instance. The ignoring of commands probably just marked them as hostile, they’d probably not know exactly what ship this was and who was on board.
She managed to fumble her field generator from her belt and started to fiddle with it as the piece of debris containing her tumbled through the air, the small size of the partial ship would hopefully mean that it didn’t get blasted down by the Saiyans as the rest of the ship, burning as the haul went up in smoke, came crashing down on a largish building, while what was left of it wasn’t the most impressive in size the speed of the ships hazardous flight caused it to slam into and through the ceiling and she reflected that on balance she might be alright if she managed to survive her own landing. It was around about that time that her piece hit the side of a building, and due to blind luck, or the angle she was at was bounced off it, shattering windows before slamming into and through another building, tumbling out of the piece of debris, battered wounded but due to her portable force shielding alive, but out cold.
The odd man was sitting on his haunches in the abandoned building - zoned for demolition for a new building that would use more of the planet's better tech, working out something on a piece of machinery on the ground. Every now and then, he would reach into a pouch at his belt and pull out an odd tool or another - usually some hi-tech looking gadget - and used it to make adjustments to the machine. With a grunt, he stuffed the last tool he withdrew back into the pouch, and reached his thick arms forward, large hands grasping either size of the large machine. Lifting it gingerly, he turned it over, revealing some kind of device with a built-in flat panel keyboard of some sort.
Getting up, he moved over to a dusty old table surface against the wall and set the device down upon it; the device was heavy, from the sound of it creaking as it settled onto the surface, but the pointy-eared man handled it gently, tenderly, and didn't let go until it was clear it would stay.
"Guess all that's left is to configure it to intercept messages on the frequency emitted by the Saiyan ships, and we should be good to go!" He exclaimed, thinking aloud, but doing so conversationally in that odd way he had that often made people think he was a little touched in the head. His fingers were typing along the keys rapidly, his eyes moving along the lines of text flowing across the screen, when he heard the most horrific sound he had ever heard in his life.
By some strange instinct he couldn't begin to identify, he leaped backwards, just in time to avoid something ENORMOUS crashing through the ceiling of the room he was in, through the far end of the building, and kept going. Before he could even puzzle out what had happened, the building began to shudder and let out a deafening groan, and then began the mad scramble to dodge falling chunks of wall, ceiling, debris, pipes, metal framework, and more.
When he was on the ground, some way away from the smokey, dusty shambles of the building he had just been in, he could barely even work out how he'd survived!
It's all a blur, he thought, pulling himself to his feet and wincing at the pain all along his body, including his legs and arms. But I made it. What was that...?
He turned his head in the direction of the smoking ruin of the building that had been adjacent to the one he was in - thankfully the employees had left for the day already - and he gasped as he saw the faint outline of something that looked like a person amidst the rubble, though obscured enough to make a normal person question. Before he could even guess whether someone was in that rubble, his body had already begun to move on its own, and he began running at the rubble.
He fell to his knees, trying to lift the rubble around, scorching his hands a bit in the process, and biting off a scream as the pain bit into his palms. Standing back, he looked at the mess in front of him, and gritted his teeth, gingerly flexing and unflexing his burned hands, which would need medical attention soon. Only first-degree burns, probably...hopefully...
Looking around to make sure nobody was watching, he narrowed his eyes, focusing on one of the beams that was draped over what must've been somebody lying on the ground, being pushed back by some kind of protective field that kept the beam from falling and crushing her. A faint violet glow touched the center of the beam, slowly enveloped it, and slowly began to lift it. The glow would quickly catch the heavier things that tried to fall on the woman once the beam was lifted, and sweat was pouring profusely down Max's face. He worked with almost surgical precision, lifting it carefully, while keeping on eye on her to make sure nothing made it past his notice and fell on her.
Advancing slowly, gritting his teeth with the effort, he went to physically drag the woman away from the rubble, feeling the weight of the rubble bearing down and trying to come crashing back down. After a few moments - probably a few seconds, but what felt like hours - he pulled her far enough that he could release his telekinetic hold on the debris, letting it come crashing down in another cloud of dust and debris.
The barrier around her still held, but it was much smaller than before. He knew a thing or two about tech that could insulate a person's body with a protective barrier, knew that they had a finite amount of time in which they could supply the force fields with energy.
Enveloping his hand in that same violet glow as before, he placed his palm against the barrier, probing against it, trying to find a way to get through to it and get to the person inside. He didn't know if they needed Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, but even as his anxiety started to rise over trying to help a stranger who might think the worst of this situation, he couldn't stop the part of him that absolutely had to help a person in need...
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RACE: Hybrid | Alignment: Neutral Good | Age: Adult | Gender: Male
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2018 16:05:26 GMT -5 by Deleted
Sudden noises, the crashing and banging of something hitting concrete, it had become a short sharp shock to the little Tuffle, and in response to the sudden noise, the artificial eye in her left socket fired back up and swivelled, focusing like a camera instead of a pupil despite the appearance matching a normal eye at first. It remained staring at the man as he tried to push at the barrier and a small whirring noise came from the woman’s pocket, shortly after a small ball with tiny fans to propel it whizzed it’s way out and floated over the girls body, beeping in what seemed to be an angry way.
If he didn’t move away the little drone would try and charge the man, detonating with some force if it managed to do so. As it was regardless of what occurred, Tekla would jolt awake with a start, almost like she’d been shocked by something and move her head so that it matched where the false eye was staring so that she was finally looking at him. Well okay, she didn’t appear to be in prison, that was a plus. Als this guy didn’t seem to be a Saiyan, the ears were wrong. She tried to speak
“...”
But the only noise that seemed to come out was a strange static and a harsh broken attempt at a noise that sounded more like coughing instead of words. Despite this her lips moved as if she was actually speaking. Causing the woman to look surprised and clutch her own throat with a hand in shock before looking back at the man as if it was his fault. This was going to be a sucky day if this asshat had managed to steal her voicebox. Not to mention her crew was probably in jail or dead right now. Poor bastards didn’t deserve that over some dumb mistake.
She pulled out another drone with her other hand and kept it there, the little thing making a soft sound as it’s fans spun into aciton, but without the speed to lift off, it seemed more to be about having the little thing in her hand instead of taking off like the previous one had. Said previous one, if it hadn’t exploded would be circling the woman with care. As she stayed laying flat on her back, waiting for some kind of explanation from the stranger with any luck. If she was unlucky, he’d be some kind of moron who didn’t feel like explaining how he’d come to be perched over her unconcious self, and it’d have to be a good damn answer for her not to release the drone in her hand
Maximillion crouched over the fallen female and examined her with his eyes from top to bottom. When the small drone had come in his direction, he had raised a hand and encased it in violet 'bubble' of psionic energy, and the thing dropped to the ground and rolled away, the drone probably still fighting to get at Maximillion, but clanking harmlessly against the sides of its violet prison.
When she first seemed to come to, he couldn't tell offhand why she seemed to be trying and failing to speak, but he extended a hand to try and help her up. Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pushed a button on a device he had strapped to him, an it clicked on, providing the functions of a Universal Translator, just in case she spoke some alien tongue.
Or am I the alien? he thought to himself with a little mirth that he kept from touching his face, so the felled person in front of him wouldn't think he took pleasure in her discomfort or anything. Guess it depends on how you look at it.
"My name is Maximillion. It seems your ship crash landed here, on a world called Sadala. Are you having trouble speaking?"
He would attempt to try and create a mind link with her. If it reached her, it would feel like she became more aware of his presence, and a sort of feeling like kinship with the man.
~I possess other means of communication, if you wish it. I won't cause you any harm. I'd like to help you, if you let me know how.~
It was faint, gentle, the most non-intrusive manner of telepathy he knew, which was almost like conveying his thoughts to her and it gently grazing the outermost regions of her own mind. At this level, it would have been easy for even an untrained, weak child to fend off; if she chose to, he wouldn't take offense. People were often uncomfortable when they encountered a Telepath for the first time.
He shifted from a crouch to a kneeling position, and extended his left hand to her, an offer to help her up, should she take it.
"Are there any others we should try and rescue?"
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RACE: Hybrid | Alignment: Neutral Good | Age: Adult | Gender: Male
With the drone released having been so easily dealt with, Tekla was in a minor state of panic at how ineffective the attempted weapon had been. Her voicebox was still struggling and causing odd noises instead of voices. Damn thing. She knew full well where she was, and her little body ever so slightly struggled as she managed to push herself over, face down on the floor now before she started to lever herself upright, ending up in a seated position. Stupid broken bits of tech, she should have done better maintenance on it.
Then, then he started to speak in her head, her expression probably told the man just how horrified this kind of intrusion landed with her. Then he spoke about looking for others to rescue and the worrying realisation of just who it was she was dealing with. A member of the police force or similar looking to rescue survivors. Oh crap! Oh no she was going to be exposed as Robin the pirate. She wasn’t going to get busted today.
The drone in her hand started to float off her hand before tekla managed to get to her feet, looking around her a little muzzily and spotting what she needed to spot, an open exit, it looked like a window in all fairness and that’d hurt a little going through it, worth it though what was left of the force shielding should protect her from the worst of it.
She still couldn’t seem to speak, so she just gave the man a gentle wave before leaning backwards. The bulk of her clothing shifted, pockets exposing themselves across almost all of it and releasing a small army of the drones, the small army spreading slightly as Tekla’s jetpack engaged, rocketing her out and through the window with a smash just as the drones detonated, it’d probably take off the bulk of the building, looking like she’d been thrown through by the explosion that occurred. Though the poor Tuffle slammed into the building opposite.
She managed to prevent herself slamming into the ground by a tiny little flare of her pack, but she hit the ground pretty damn hard and was wheezing for breath, hoping against hope that her cybernetics wouldn’t break down any further, she couldn’t handle too much of her gear being broken down while in a foreign city.
With each passing day, this planet both intrigued and annoyed Volta, he was fairly certain that he had begun to run out of species of animal to study, he spent what felt like a week in the ocean, cataloging fish by their size, diet, and color and another week underground studying the burrowing life, his favorite was the gargantuan worm he ran across. However the one class of animal he had still been evaded by were the avian sort, doing what notes he could of those he ran across from the ground, but today was going to be the day that he would follow one up.
He had caught a glimpse of his target, a small white swallow-like bird, his position in an urbanized area made this a cinch. Floor by floor up the building, the small robot did his best to make his way up the stairs, his bulk bending every other metal stair on the exterior of the building. Things soon came to a halt however as it landed at the building edge, this was where Volta began to take his notes. recording what information he could on the animal with his tiny notepad, then the explosion happened...
Shrapnel launched in all directions as the soundwave struck the surfaces nearby, scaring the tiny white bird that Volta was studying, with only his subject on mind, the Metalman absent-mindedly took a step forwards and only felt gravity, the building seeming to rise before him as he began to fall facefirst towards the ground.
"What the HELL happened?!"
Volta's words range from his mouth as he drew closer to the ground below, the impact creating quite the crater as his 1,200-ton bulk hit it. Creating an explosive sound of its own. His notepad would flutter down beside him slowly and quietly on the other hand.
Tekla groaned softly on the ground, mostly unaware of the world around her while the ringing continued through her ears. Whatever else was happening in the area, likely people scattering from the explosion and the nearest officers or similar had raced over to solve whatever it was. Hopefully they wouldn’t have paid too much attention to the tiny figure. Well, at least they wouldn’t until something that looked a lot like a giant metal head slammed down nearby and made a rather impressive crater. Well crap, she hadn’t taken the Salad folk to be big on flashy billboards.
Once more the Tuffle struggled to her feet and started fumbling along her possessions. It had to be here somewhere, she was sure she hadn’t scrapped the parts of it before now. Her slow footfalls took her to the craters edge as she peered down at whatever it was. Weird stuff, what on Earth could a silly looking face like that be advertising? Ahha! She did have it. She carefully put the pieces together and then slammed the tiny tiny tripod into the ground in front of her, giving a jolt to the tiny package atop it.
Tekla sat beside it as a faint green glow emitted from the beacon and it released the microscopic little robots. Amazingly useful, she’d stolen the design for them and done her best to build them to spec. They were bigger than originally planned and not capable of lasting long enough, but in a short burst they had enough power to slip into wounds and damaged machinery and do some decent repair work. Enough at least to leave her feeling less broken, and most importantly the little things restored her voice to working order as she started to stare at the head shape below her. Wondering if anyone would notice some metal going missing. There seemed to be a lack of a crowd so she slipped on down the crater, stumbling and seeming a little unsteady as she tried to get close enough to examine.
The Metalman let out a long, metallic groan as he began to rouse from his impact site, this was the second time that he had come face first into this planet's surface, and he had not been fond of either time in particular. Taking a moment to let the incident seep in, he took the time to think. He wondered if the bird was anywhere nearby.
Struggling to get his weight out of the imprint he left in the planet's crust the Metalman pushed against the ground with his only arm, at first struggling, but then managing to roll himself over so that he could at the least see. The teal-green beams of light that was the magma in his eyes shone upwards like flashlights left idly active.
"I hate it when that happens, perhaps I need to install a parachute or airbags into myself."
Volta spoke to himself, the silver teeth inside his mouth shining off the light of his eyes. He was unaware to the individual that had entered the crater as the Metalman could only see the sky right now, doing his best to use his hand and his third leg to try and pivot himself up, but to no avail.
Tekla would circle the creature once more as it spoke and it made her smile faintly. She was coming to the conclusion that she knew what this creature was. It was quite possibly a metal man, not a damn advert. She’d briefly had one on her crew, but it hadn’t lasted long what with the darn thing not being able to deal with her randomly insulting it. She tended to just chew out the crew over little things. It’s nothing bad normally, but when someone can’t handle something as simple as keep moving rust bucket and broke into tears.
She slid the rest of the way down and ever so gently kicked the damn thing as it complained about falling from heights, the restored voice box cracked once or twice as it configured itself again to her normal settings. Giving her once more the voice of the female Tuffle that had installed it into her throat on a whim.
“Well, have ya tried lil weak thrusters soldered onto ya shiny ass? It’d slow falling enough tha it don’t hurt and let you push ya fatass upright when yer like this...”
She looked carefully at the weight balance and ever so slowly pulled her own jetpack off. With some care to detail and a little attention, she wedged it in under the metalman and set it off, with any luck he’d have some decent reaction time to the brief surge of thrust and the jetpack would force him to his feet, race off skywards before cutting out again and allowing the Tuffle to catch it on the way down. If not, well, just about anything could happen to the pair.
Rumbling a low sigh, Volta was thinking about how he could get off his ass when the voice of someone else began to speak up, Volta's first thought was that perhaps there was someone around him that could offer him some assistance, but then she spoke that which Volta did to avoid, the forbidden type of language on his own planet, that which he only targetted towards others... an insult!
The Metalman's eyes flared alive, blazing with a heat far, far more immense than that which he was normally known for and he struggled to move as rage and irritation flowed through every fiber of his being.
"That was COMPLETELY uncalled for! Where does a mortal... flesh bag get off insulting me like-"
Volta's voice erupted from his installed voice box to the point that it began to corrupt violently as the Truffle began prepping her own jetpack under Volta. The Metalman was about to launch a missile from his shoulder mounted pack before the force of the jetpack pushed him forwards, with a force he couldn't fully take control of, as his face rammed through the wall in front of him.
"-OH wow this room is decorated really nicely. Thanks for the help by the way. Now next time you say something bad about me, I'll show you just how scary a Metalman can be."
As quickly as it came, Volta's anger was gone, distracted by the vast superior interior decorating that the owner of this apartment had. When he turned to speak to the Tuffle his tone once more drastically shifted to one of malice in some capacity, his deep silver, metal teeth gleaming from the light of his eyes as he spoke, the heat of his magma beating around them, giving him an air of disturbance far greater than before.
After this, however, he dropped back to his rather cheerful attitude once again. Nodding silently as he waited for the Tuffle to reply.
Tekla’s response to sudden anger of the metal man was probably not what someone would expect of a little midget who despite the healing, looked a touch battered and ready to drop. She started laughing openly. It was a little awkward for her since it’d meant that her jetpack’s angle was a little off and she’d had to dive to catch the damn thing when it came soaring back down, but she figured she’d at least address just what she was doing when it came to insulting him.
“Oh, do relax big guy, I’ve not seen many of your kind get real mad at that, an’ I wanted you to stay still. Normally you big metal hunks of fun get all passive and still when someone throws fire your way.”
She took quiet mental note that this guy seemed easily distracted by all sorts of odd things. Though part of her was rather excited, both in the potential source of new parts, and or something big and scary enough to keep her safe while on this terrible world. She held out her hand towards him, her false eye focusing on him a little more now that she could see him. The hand in question had each of the fingertips replaced. Her voice also shifted and changed slightly in response, becoming similar to Volta’s own as a minor party trick.
“To be honest, I don’t get to meet as many as I’d like, amazing fighters but the whole insult problem tends to make them a little useless since I tend to call everyone fat names due to my tiny size when stacked up to you. Name’s Tekla, and I’ve a touch of a soft spot for the metal folk. If you can put up with me randomly calling you a fatass, I’d love to get a chance to hang with another of your kind.”
She changed pose, doing the obvious stage whisper with one hand against her her cheek and winked at him with her artificial eye. It making the noise of a camera shutter when a picture was taken.
“If ya can’t already guess from the height difference. I’m a Tuffle and I’m just a little mad about mechanical augmentation of the body.”
For a moment after calming down, finally, Volta pondered the tiny being. Parts of them were far from organic, perhaps they were some sort of android or cyborg of some variety. Either way, she stood out quite a bit from the others Volta had seen on this planet so far. Among them a Kai, some sort of cat species... an Anubian was the name perhaps? And a demon, quite the nice guy actually.
"I'm more surprised by the fact that you know of my kind. None other even knew I was my own sentient being. Quite disgraceful of those fleshy windbags."
Volta spoke, scoffing at the thought of his proud people being forgotten by the rest of the lifeforms in the universe. Sure, a Metalman had not left the planet Metallic in a couple hundred years or so, but that was no excuse for these short life spanned beings to forget about them so passively.
"I am Volta. A Tuffle? I've read about your kind, but you are the first I have run into as far as I am aware. Interesting, interesting."
The Metalman began to rummage through the inside of his head, looking for something it seemed. Moments later he would pull a pen from the cavity, leaving it between his teeth as he sought out a notepad also hidden within. Seemingly taking notes on the small being before him.
"I am a scholar of my people per se. I left Metallica to update the informational databanks of my home planet, and the more I explore it is obvious that there is much information missing.
After his quick notes, Volta put the notepad back into his canopy and released his third leg, letting it rest for a moment so that he did not lose his balance as he stood there.
Oh good, it seemed quite amicable, the sudden rage wasn’t entirely typical from her experience so far but the nice happy folk seemed more like the few metal men she’d had the pleasure of an encounter. Still he had commented on her knowing his kind, so an explanation was probably called for, no harm in mentioning her travels as long as she wasn’t specific about what it was she’d been doing.
“Ah well, I only just landed here, I floated by yer world once or twice. Even had one of your kind spend time on the ship while in orbit. Just I don’t get their reluctance to leave home, open Universe out there. Yeah, well most people don’t expect a big ole hunk of metal to be a person.”
She chuckled a little at that concept, not to mention this ones contempt for those of the flesh. Oh goodie, a name. Though it was nice that he’d heard about her lot to. Tuffles were often overlooked by the other races, weak and short. What a lovely combination of things to have, she took a little bit of a haughty stance and added.
“Yeah, I ain’t no ordinary Tuffle. Frankly I consider myself a small scale genius when it comes to machinery”
Now the fun question, would he figure out if the size pun was intentional or not. Better yet, would he find it funny. They weren’t exactly a great kind for insults, either at others or at themselves, and self depreciation might not be something he caught onto. Oh well, uh.. He was taking notes, weird.
“Eh, crap like that only stays true for the moment you write it down, second you turn your back you end up with someone crazy that throws the rules out the window and does things differently. Guess that’s why yer lot don’t get outta home much. Most races are callous and causally insult each other as a friendly thing. But eh, if you can get some thicker skin. Pun intended and stand my mannarisms. I’d be happy to travel about with ya. Could do with some friends...”
Her gaze shifted to the distant wreck of her old ship and the tiny face pinched up a little.
“After what just happened to the last lot I rolled with.”
despite his incessant note-taking, Volta continued to listen to the Tuffle as she spoke, her words only fueling his descriptors as he took notes of his surroundings, a wry smile rising from his stoic face when she made her pun. He then quickly put the notepad away in his head compartment. Looking her over as well as the wreckage nearby, considering the outcome of what had happened, but dismissed it for a moment.
"Funny enough, I've been keeping my eyes open for those that I feel I could get along with the easiest. I am looking to form a sort of gang in a manner of speaking. People whom I can conduct hired tasks with for money as well as an excuse to get off this godforsaken rock of monkies, would you be interested? You seem the sort that is eager to get off this planet yourself."
Volta spoke with confidence as he shared his idea to the Tuffle, hoping she would accept the invitation as Ezra had, once he had made sure there were enough of them, he could start planning accordingly. Either way, she seemed the interesting sort and perhaps be of use to Volta, especially with her mechanical know-how, the Metalman would need an engineer of sorts, even if she was a tad rude at times.
Volta would take a step or two over to where Tekla had been looking, curious as to the condition everything was in as well as to what was there prior. He assumed it was some sort of vessel, but could be for certain if that was the case, or if there was some other purpose as to what it was, looking back to the Tuffle curious as to whether she would share on that matter, if not he could understand as it was. Everyone had their tales to tell, and this may not have been one after all.
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