Post by Exaccus on Sept 5, 2017 19:13:19 GMT -5
Having gathered his belongings in the various Dyno-cap forms they'd come suplied with and moved the decrepid old space pod from the mansions subterranean levels, it was hardly a state of the art model, just from looking he could tell that it had seen better, less dented and stained days in its time, but it wasn't in a state of total disrepair, at least not yet.
On the pluss side however it was also large enough that he didn't have to revert to his smaller larval state to make use of it, always a pluss, especially since he had just finished reaching his new, imposingly tall humanoid form, as fond as his memories of his days as a hexapodal beetle the size of an average human were, he was looking forward to making new memories with this form.
With everything set up and ready for him to make his shameful if tactical retreat there was only two things left for him to do on this earth, namely mourn for its despoiled grandeur as the skys darkened and everything he could see slowly died around him and of course, try to figure out the control scheme for the pod from the seemingly unmarked or worn down control panel before him.
fortunately the concept was simple enough and his creator, had forgotten or decided not to remove the ships travel logs after he'd talen ownership of it, it was a simple matter to set up a return journey to the pods point of origin, a little sector somewhere in the uncharted systems of free space.
it was with a great sense of weight, not only from his weighted shell and the momentum of the rising pod that he found himself flung into the upper atmosphere of the earth and from there, out into the inky void of space.
WC: 306
Repressed form -25% PL +10% PL gains
Weights -75% PL + 75% Gains
Milkian High intelligence +5% PL gains.
On the pluss side however it was also large enough that he didn't have to revert to his smaller larval state to make use of it, always a pluss, especially since he had just finished reaching his new, imposingly tall humanoid form, as fond as his memories of his days as a hexapodal beetle the size of an average human were, he was looking forward to making new memories with this form.
With everything set up and ready for him to make his shameful if tactical retreat there was only two things left for him to do on this earth, namely mourn for its despoiled grandeur as the skys darkened and everything he could see slowly died around him and of course, try to figure out the control scheme for the pod from the seemingly unmarked or worn down control panel before him.
fortunately the concept was simple enough and his creator, had forgotten or decided not to remove the ships travel logs after he'd talen ownership of it, it was a simple matter to set up a return journey to the pods point of origin, a little sector somewhere in the uncharted systems of free space.
it was with a great sense of weight, not only from his weighted shell and the momentum of the rising pod that he found himself flung into the upper atmosphere of the earth and from there, out into the inky void of space.
WC: 306
Repressed form -25% PL +10% PL gains
Weights -75% PL + 75% Gains
Milkian High intelligence +5% PL gains.