05-24-2006, 09:42 PM
The pieces were falling into place. Android 20 sat on his bed, labeled "#24," looking around the so-called "VIP Lounge" with scrutiny. He desperately needed more information on many of these warriors, and his databanks about the small amounts he had gathered before was nowhere near complete.
He had already opened his bag earlier. The contents inside, for the most part, did not shock him. Rations of food and water, orienteering tools such as a map and a compass, and a standard scouter. And there was also his weapon, which had made him almost bkurt "What the fuck?!" aloud, but he had restrained himself. He needed every advantage on his side, and suprise was the greatest advantage to have on a foe.
However, Android 20 did have an odd feeling about this tournament in one way. He himself had no apparent allies or friends, something Gero had. The members of the Ghost Marines had dispersed yet again, and he could not locate these supposed "alliance members." It was a tad bit infuriating, to put the effort into trying to establish such a grouping of people, only to watch them scatter when you needed them most.
And that's when Android 20 received a very familiar echo of power. His crimson eyes shifted rapidly across the room, searching for the one whose power he could feel. It was so familiar, as Gero had spent so much time around this signature. The android stood up from his bed, having gotten a lock on the energy signature, and began to walk across the VIP Lounge towards it. It was resonating from Bunk #33. As he neared the bed, he saw a man of rather short stature, and shiny cranium, digging excitedly through his survival bag. Android 20 grinned. He knew this one, and knew he could trust this one. Having been sealed away in the back of his body's mind for so long, he had battled directly and indirectly alongside this man for as long as he could remember, even to the very first day of his activation.
"Hello, Krillin."
He had already opened his bag earlier. The contents inside, for the most part, did not shock him. Rations of food and water, orienteering tools such as a map and a compass, and a standard scouter. And there was also his weapon, which had made him almost bkurt "What the fuck?!" aloud, but he had restrained himself. He needed every advantage on his side, and suprise was the greatest advantage to have on a foe.
However, Android 20 did have an odd feeling about this tournament in one way. He himself had no apparent allies or friends, something Gero had. The members of the Ghost Marines had dispersed yet again, and he could not locate these supposed "alliance members." It was a tad bit infuriating, to put the effort into trying to establish such a grouping of people, only to watch them scatter when you needed them most.
And that's when Android 20 received a very familiar echo of power. His crimson eyes shifted rapidly across the room, searching for the one whose power he could feel. It was so familiar, as Gero had spent so much time around this signature. The android stood up from his bed, having gotten a lock on the energy signature, and began to walk across the VIP Lounge towards it. It was resonating from Bunk #33. As he neared the bed, he saw a man of rather short stature, and shiny cranium, digging excitedly through his survival bag. Android 20 grinned. He knew this one, and knew he could trust this one. Having been sealed away in the back of his body's mind for so long, he had battled directly and indirectly alongside this man for as long as he could remember, even to the very first day of his activation.
"Hello, Krillin."
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