05-21-2006, 12:31 PM
?Yes sir, an android I am, checking for Ki levels I suppose??
Trunks nodded in agreement. This android obviously knew he gave off no discernable reading when it came to ki. It hardly surprised him, being the answer that the halfling expected. Still, there was more he wanted to ask the silver maned cyborg. Trunks didn't know if androids were just assembly line products or if their seemingly intricate systems were manufactured by a group of talented scientists. If his circumstances were the latter, then there was a good chance he knew his friend Seventeen.
Before the saiyan prince could answer, the android spoke.
?So.? fired Thirteen. ?There?s no doubts about it, Dante?s Abyss, it?s a deadly game. Say, mind if I, erm, tag along with you? Perhaps we could come to some sort of an agreement??
Trunks' eyes narrowed, intrigued. Why would an android, who he presumed entered the competition willingly, suddenly want to ally himself with a person he only just met? Perhaps the android was weak and hoped to foster strong companions. There was no way for Trunks to tell, though.
"Uh, sure," Trunks replied hesitantly. He was taken aback from the impromptu offer, but if he could prevent at least one senseless death in this ungodly tournament, he would. Through the android's words he felt no malicious intent or an ulterior motive. He was going to stay on guard, but for the most part, he would trust him.
"So, could I ask for your name?" the fused saiyan inquired.
"I'm Thirteen," the towering android replied.
"One more question," Trunks added, "do you happen to know another android by the name of Seventeen?"
Trunks nodded in agreement. This android obviously knew he gave off no discernable reading when it came to ki. It hardly surprised him, being the answer that the halfling expected. Still, there was more he wanted to ask the silver maned cyborg. Trunks didn't know if androids were just assembly line products or if their seemingly intricate systems were manufactured by a group of talented scientists. If his circumstances were the latter, then there was a good chance he knew his friend Seventeen.
Before the saiyan prince could answer, the android spoke.
?So.? fired Thirteen. ?There?s no doubts about it, Dante?s Abyss, it?s a deadly game. Say, mind if I, erm, tag along with you? Perhaps we could come to some sort of an agreement??
Trunks' eyes narrowed, intrigued. Why would an android, who he presumed entered the competition willingly, suddenly want to ally himself with a person he only just met? Perhaps the android was weak and hoped to foster strong companions. There was no way for Trunks to tell, though.
"Uh, sure," Trunks replied hesitantly. He was taken aback from the impromptu offer, but if he could prevent at least one senseless death in this ungodly tournament, he would. Through the android's words he felt no malicious intent or an ulterior motive. He was going to stay on guard, but for the most part, he would trust him.
"So, could I ask for your name?" the fused saiyan inquired.
"I'm Thirteen," the towering android replied.
"One more question," Trunks added, "do you happen to know another android by the name of Seventeen?"
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