01-05-2011, 01:30 PM
Robert always wondered why Capsule Corporation insisted on naming their flying vehicles 'hover cars.' Sure, in most contexts, they were wheel-less automobiles for consumers, but the majority of models in the current age were well equipped for soaring through the skies. He wasn't sure why his mind sauntered to such an inane topic as he glanced out his window, inspecting the tiny specks on the city streets of Ja. He was particularly high up, circling the metropolis in a general overview of its layout.
While it was the most densely populated city he had encountered so far on Namek, it still lacked the claustrophobic parade that made up many concrete jungles back on Earth. Perhaps it was due to the predilection of the green skinned natives to live in sequestered, intimate villages where they worked on restoring the planet's lush fauna. Civilisation such as this seemed somewhat awkwardly imposed upon the namekians, as if they had no choice but to assimilate into the global community, no matter how unnatural and jarring it was to them.
In any case, Robert knew his thoughts shouldn't have been where they were. It wasn't because he felt any form of pity for the namekians' uneasy plight, nor was it because he had misjudged the time and was overtly late for the scheduled meeting.
No, he realised he should've been looking where he was driving.
A skyscraper appeared before his accelerating vehicle, as if it protruded from the Namek soil when he had his eyes turned. Robert yelled as he thrust both feet into the brakes, pulling back on the steering wheel to fight against the inevitable disaster. The vehicle instantly cut ignition and put all power into the backward thrusters, but it was useless at his speed. When he knew it was all for naught, he closed his eyes and tucked his body into a ball. It was up to fate whether he survived or not.
The hood of his hover car penetrated the glass windows with an almighty shatter. Jagged shards blanketed the front of the vehicle and leapt forward in a fountain-like spray. The nose of the vehicle cleaved a once luxurious and pricey couch clean in two and bounced on its side like an oval football. Into the side of the wall it rammed, crushing an antique bookcase like a disused matchbox. It ricocheted, heading for a stylish kitchen, when suddenly the tumbling ball of metal immediately halted.
Robert screeched as he was flung from the driver's seat, the seatbelt unable to contain the brusque transfer of inertia. A firm hand sped from beneath him, seizing the back of his collar. Dazed, he hung in the air as he sucked in the devastation that was his doing all around him. His car was a complete write off. The apartment was in a horrid, terrifying state, at least to his bank account.
Realising he wasn't crumpled in a heap of broken bones and wall plaster, he followed the arm that held him up. He noticed the same man was responsible for stopping the renegade car's rampage.
The mysterious man stopped it with a single hand.
Now his eyes were burning with an intense loathing the likes of which Falconer had never seen.
"Oh, wow," he said nervously, grinning uncomfortably. "Uh, my bad."
The long haired man narrowed his eyes and threw Robert against the only untouched couch left in the skybox, albeit showered with glass. He slowly stalked towards him, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Hey, whoa, whoa," Robert tried to placate. "All this? All this here, I will pay for. Everything. I'll get it fixed for you within the hour. I promise."
His words seemed to fall on deaf ears. If there was such a thing as a death stare, Robert was expecting his heart to freeze at any moment.
An attractive woman appeared from the ether from behind the enraged man. Her eyes studied Robert. While they contained a measure of malice for the unwanted intruder, it didn't compare with the seething infernos of the approaching owner of the high rise apartment.
Robert scurried over the back of the sofa, ignoring the nicks and cuts he received from the pointed glass. Jumping through the window was looking like a viable option at this point. "OK, you know what? That isn't enough! Not only will I repair the damage I've done here, I'll provide you with ... something. Anything. Do you need anything? Money? Technology? Materials? Labour? A stress ball?"
The man stopped his eerie skulk, turning his head at the proposal. He seemed intrigued by something, and Robert hoped it was something in his last statement rather than what colour the man hoped his blood to be.
"Materials," Vad pointed out. "I need a wall."
While it was the most densely populated city he had encountered so far on Namek, it still lacked the claustrophobic parade that made up many concrete jungles back on Earth. Perhaps it was due to the predilection of the green skinned natives to live in sequestered, intimate villages where they worked on restoring the planet's lush fauna. Civilisation such as this seemed somewhat awkwardly imposed upon the namekians, as if they had no choice but to assimilate into the global community, no matter how unnatural and jarring it was to them.
In any case, Robert knew his thoughts shouldn't have been where they were. It wasn't because he felt any form of pity for the namekians' uneasy plight, nor was it because he had misjudged the time and was overtly late for the scheduled meeting.
No, he realised he should've been looking where he was driving.
A skyscraper appeared before his accelerating vehicle, as if it protruded from the Namek soil when he had his eyes turned. Robert yelled as he thrust both feet into the brakes, pulling back on the steering wheel to fight against the inevitable disaster. The vehicle instantly cut ignition and put all power into the backward thrusters, but it was useless at his speed. When he knew it was all for naught, he closed his eyes and tucked his body into a ball. It was up to fate whether he survived or not.
The hood of his hover car penetrated the glass windows with an almighty shatter. Jagged shards blanketed the front of the vehicle and leapt forward in a fountain-like spray. The nose of the vehicle cleaved a once luxurious and pricey couch clean in two and bounced on its side like an oval football. Into the side of the wall it rammed, crushing an antique bookcase like a disused matchbox. It ricocheted, heading for a stylish kitchen, when suddenly the tumbling ball of metal immediately halted.
Robert screeched as he was flung from the driver's seat, the seatbelt unable to contain the brusque transfer of inertia. A firm hand sped from beneath him, seizing the back of his collar. Dazed, he hung in the air as he sucked in the devastation that was his doing all around him. His car was a complete write off. The apartment was in a horrid, terrifying state, at least to his bank account.
Realising he wasn't crumpled in a heap of broken bones and wall plaster, he followed the arm that held him up. He noticed the same man was responsible for stopping the renegade car's rampage.
The mysterious man stopped it with a single hand.
Now his eyes were burning with an intense loathing the likes of which Falconer had never seen.
"Oh, wow," he said nervously, grinning uncomfortably. "Uh, my bad."
The long haired man narrowed his eyes and threw Robert against the only untouched couch left in the skybox, albeit showered with glass. He slowly stalked towards him, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Hey, whoa, whoa," Robert tried to placate. "All this? All this here, I will pay for. Everything. I'll get it fixed for you within the hour. I promise."
His words seemed to fall on deaf ears. If there was such a thing as a death stare, Robert was expecting his heart to freeze at any moment.
An attractive woman appeared from the ether from behind the enraged man. Her eyes studied Robert. While they contained a measure of malice for the unwanted intruder, it didn't compare with the seething infernos of the approaching owner of the high rise apartment.
Robert scurried over the back of the sofa, ignoring the nicks and cuts he received from the pointed glass. Jumping through the window was looking like a viable option at this point. "OK, you know what? That isn't enough! Not only will I repair the damage I've done here, I'll provide you with ... something. Anything. Do you need anything? Money? Technology? Materials? Labour? A stress ball?"
The man stopped his eerie skulk, turning his head at the proposal. He seemed intrigued by something, and Robert hoped it was something in his last statement rather than what colour the man hoped his blood to be.
"Materials," Vad pointed out. "I need a wall."