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| Jeice | Apr 7 2016, 12:10 AM Post #1 |
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Red Magma!
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Downtime: Approximately 16 Minutes Boot: Successful Organic Tissue Repair: Successful Synthetic Component Repair: In Progress... Pieces of Jarren lay strewn about a small field that rested itself between two slopes. He hadn't any idea what he was getting into, and he regretted even coming here in the first place. He was lucky they thought themselves successful just for tearing him to pieces, however they'd have to do a little bit more than that. His cor can piece him back together through just about anything so long as it has some juice, or some sunlight to give it some juice. As his pieces and parts clicked back together, twisting and turning to their proper alignment, he began to feel a lot better. "Damn Red Ribbon Army," He cursed, knowing full well who was responsible for this. Half a dozen of their soldiers chased him from just outside Hercule City to here. It was infuriating. He didn't know what they wanted with him, and he'd have hated to find out. However, as he refused to go down without a fight, they didn't see any reason in keeping him in working order. Jarren scanned the area, and figured he was safe for the moment. Still, he had to get the hell out of here and quick. With the last of his reassembly finished, he gave his limbs a good stretch. Everything seemed to be in working order. He did see a single screw rolling towards him in the distance, and smirked as it shot towards him, shooting directly to it's necessary position. Jarren laughed, it never ceased to amaze him how he could just be torn apart and put back together like that. He was just lucky that it didn't happen too close to the last time. He knew how tough it was for his organic tissues to be regrown. After a bit more wait, he got the go ahead. Synthetic Component Repair: Success All Systems Normal "Cripes, I really gotta be more careful next time." He told himself, knowing that if a next time ever occurred, he'd probably find himself in the same situation. Thankfully, he was plenty able to learn from this experience, and apply what he'd learned to help ensure what happened here, never happened again. Honestly this happened often enough that it had become routine. He was just glad he'd never been totally destroyed. It'd really be a pain in the ass to go through the trouble of letting some doctor put you in a shell like this, and then get destroyed. His whole reason for doing this was to make him stronger, which it had, but he was still getting used to everything. Sure he still felt pretty human, but he could do things that he couldn't before, like turn his arms into cannons to fire off energy. He always had the energy within him, sure, but he didn't know how to use it. Now, he could, and it was devastating. He'd wiped out a whole gang once in a single blast. Sure he torched their clubhouse too, but they weren't going to need it where they were going. It serves them right, harassing the women at that restaurant they liked to go hang out at. For the most part, Jarren had no problem with killing. It was letting scumbags live that he took issue with. The cruel truth of it was that there were people incapable of changing, and they needed to be eliminated so that the world could become a better place. The problem was, the biggest plague to this Earth were two massive organizations of genocidal androids, and it irritated the hell out of Jarren that he was unable to do anything about it. He needed to find some like minded individuals to help in his efforts against them. There was really no point in going into battle against a group who's number were still unknown. Especially considering it only took six of them to tear him to shreds already. It wouldn't be a very intelligent idea for him to just try some sort of invasion solo. He had a lot of work before he could even think about doing something like that. Hell, he had a lot of work to do before he could even join some kind of team for this sort of thing. He was going to look into it, but he hoped there was something of the sorts of an army already working towards eliminating them. WC: 735 |
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