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| [F] Eggy Remnants; SPLAT | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 13 2009, 05:28 AM (1,400 Views) | |
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Sep 13 2009, 05:28 AM Post #1 |
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Racing through the trees, Truff balance upon each limb gracefully. Bullets zinged past him, shattering the thinner trees. "How did I get myself into this one?!" he yelled at himself as he dropped down, clinging behind a tree. A hedgehog-like robot, a silver-trimmed blue, zoomed past, firing rapidly. It took little time to realize that its target had changed course, turning before the rabbit even managed to take a breath. The tree he stood against shattered into an uncountable swarm of splinters; Truff vaulted away from it, hurrying into the foliage. "Searching. Searching. TARGET AQUIRED", the robot's inner monologue rung within itself. Metal Sonic Mk VI 12a, a titanium-constructed beast from Eggman's discarded arsenal. Its AI core had become rampant, only seeking destruction of all living things; its Sonic-tracking abilities served it well. Rolling to the side, Truffles let the metallic beast go past him once more before latching his chain, clipped to his belt, onto the sword on his back, unsheathing it and letting it fly. The tip pierced its cold, red-and-black eyes, digging into its inner workings. Its eye shorted out, then the other, until finally it was without senses except hearing. However, hearing was well above what it would need to track a rabbit down. The spot where he had sat exploded into a hellstorm of explosions before he pulled on the sword. The hedgehog robot flung forward before it attached, which Truff following with a swinging of the chain, the sword smashing against its head, knocking it over into a small stream, a common feature of the forest. The water seeped into its broken eye socket before finally shorting out its core, the automaton's carcass erupting into flames. Truffles watched without mercy as the smoke rose into the sky. |
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| Xion | Sep 14 2009, 10:48 PM Post #2 |
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Metal Sonic signature detected, Mystic Ruins area. Isolating signature. The sensors spoke to Mecha Sonic as he was dashing through the forest. That was strange, he hadn't encountered a Metal Sonic in quite a while. He figured he might get some upgrades from it, or at least, some scrap metal to add to his stores. He closed in on the signature, 20 meters. 15 meters. 10 meters. As he approached five meters, he saw the wreckage of the machine, and the one who had obviously destroyed it standing over the mangled machine. Mecha Sonic stopped, his jet boots making a rather loud noise as he did, and hid behind a tree. Another living creature, most likely going to assume he was a target. He had to do this quietly, or at least somehow get those parts without a fight. |
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Sep 15 2009, 12:21 AM Post #3 |
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Truff looked over his shoulder and the sounds of the final firing of Mecha's thrusters. He saw his metallic blue shoulder behind the foliage, not exactly the best job of hiding he'd seen. His grip tightened, then loosened, over the hilt of his blade, breathing calmly as he calculated his aim from memory. He counted down in his head, "3... 2..." pausing for a final inhalation before flinging his blade back. The katana pierced the low branches, flying toward the robot's visible shoulder. |
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| Xion | Sep 15 2009, 12:32 AM Post #4 |
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Mecha Sonic heard the sound of the sword flying through the air. Most normal mobians couldn't, but considering Mecha was a robot, he could. Sadly, he was too distracted to dodge, as he was trying to come up with a peaceful solution, despite the fact that the only living creatures he liked were Tiny and Nox. Neither of them would want Mecha to be hostile, so... His train of thought was interrupted, and the sword found its new home embedded in his shoulder. He looked at it, quite annoyed. Great. Now the servos were jammed, and he couldn't move his right arm. He decided to walk out into the open, since his hiding spot was compromised anyhow. "Alright, alright. You got me. I mean no harm however, I've only come to salvage the scrap from this robot you've just destroyed." He said, speaking the truth. Whether the squishy believed him or not, was yet to be seen. |
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Sep 15 2009, 12:44 AM Post #5 |
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The rabbit's red eyes focused on Mecha, trying to read his face. No such luck, he found; he merely found a cold, rigid visage. However, the inflection of his voice sounded trustworthy enough, so Truff dropped his guard slightly. "I apologize, then. You can probably understand why I am so hostile towards someone like you," he said, his voice filling with conviction. The hedgehog robot, its corpse strewn across the muddy earth, had chased him for nearly an hour; Truffles' body had seen its share of thorns, scratches, and bruises for that day, most yet to reach the surface. |
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| Xion | Sep 15 2009, 12:49 AM Post #6 |
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Mecha Sonic nodded, and slowly pulled out the blade from his shoulder, and tossed it to the ground near the bunny. "It is understandable. I have only gained two friends since I gained my freedom from Julian, but... perhaps I may gain another. Someday. As I stated, I only wish to acquire some of the parts from Metal Sonic here, I'm always looking for ways to improve myself." He said. He started to walk closer to the corpse of Metal Sonic. "I hope your view on robots doesn't change because of him. Not all of us are mindless drones.... Well... most of us are but.... I seek not only to free them from that, but to become more than just an automaton. Can you understand that?" |
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Sep 15 2009, 12:56 AM Post #7 |
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In a way, he did. It reminded him vaguely of himself--attempting to free himself from the clasps of his archaic upbringings. Now that the threat had dissipated, Truff's thoughts shifted to the design that made this newcomer himself; he analyzed every visible point of movement, theorized on the design of his AI core, even considered the complexity of such a lifelike movement system. Every servos working in perfect unity, the beauty of machine and life together, in one, without the sickening thoughts of cyborgs and other monstrosities. "I assume from your design that both of you are of the same creator," he observed, sheathing his katana and clasping the chain to his belt. He would need to clean both of mud and grease later, during his nightly ritual. Though his eyes glared with unreadable disinterest, his ears had perked up slightly, the lower quarter of his long ears rigid while the rest draped behind his back. |
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| Xion | Sep 15 2009, 01:01 AM Post #8 |
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Mecha Sonic smiled for a moment, then kneeled down as he began shifting through the corpse for certain parts. "Yes. Most machines are either made by GUN or Dr. Julian Robotnik. Julian's robots tend to be hostile to all, and seek to enforce his rule upon others. I.... broke free of his control years ago. His more intelligent machines tend to do that, so as of late, he's made his machines... well, dumber I guess is the best term." He said. Picking up a few servos, some gears and some scrap metal here and there, he stored them in a compartment in his chest. He would keep them for later use. "Any chance you could fix the damage you did to me? I can't exactly function properly with a disabled arm." He said to the rabbit. From the way he looked over Mecha, and from the question he asked about his creator, Mecha assumed that he was quite decent with machinery. |
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Sep 15 2009, 01:07 AM Post #9 |
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In an instant, Truff procured a screwdriver and pair of pliers from the back of his belt. He moved cautiously towards Mecha, looking at the damage. He analyzed the inward workings, the delicate interconnections of wires and hydraulics. Aside from the outer piercing, all his attack had done was move a small pulling mechanism--a tendon, he thought, a fitting analogy--which he quickly pulled down and into place. With its position restored, it instantly snapped into its other parts. "Try now," he said, stepping back. |
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| Xion | Sep 15 2009, 10:58 AM Post #10 |
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With the 'tendon' restored to its normal position, Mecha moved his arm to make sure it worked. He stretched it out, and once he was sure of its condition, smiled. "Thank you. I must be going now, I have the scrap I want. Good day to you." He said, dashing off in a random direction. He didn't know where he was going, but it was somewhere he could continue to try and become more than just a machine. |
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