05-30-2006, 06:20 PM
?It?s only a flesh wound.? thought Thirteen as he looked down at his sliced arm.
A few sparks were shooting out of the wound, but it would seem as if no really damage had come of it, in fact, the cut actually made the droid smile. It was his first battle wound from the games and as demented as it sounded, he loved it. The feeling of a dull pain was pulsating in his arm, but that would fade soon.
Turning his attention to his clan mates, Thirteen spotted Trunks and Kami huddled over Son Goten, who had a very nice sword sticking out of his abdomen. Smirking, the android began to dream on how easy it would be for him to walk up there all nonchalant like, rip the sword through Goten?s body and through his skull. Of course Kami and Trunks would be all over him, but then again, he wasn?t the least bit tired, meaning he could easily power up and rip each of their heads off with the greatest of ease. The thought brought a smile to his face once again, but the reality of doing something like this and then having to fend for his life alone wasn?t exactly comforting. He would have to stay loyal and true to the alliance until further down the road, then and only then would they have no choice but to fight one another, the only thing he could hope for was to survive at least until then.
?Trunks, do you still have that damned medical kit??
The question had been from the elder Namekian, who was still hunched over the youthful Sayajin. Wondering if Trunks would give up another heal for someone other than himself, Thirteen watched as the fusion made it way through it?s bag, undoubtedly looking for the medical kit. Shaking his head and turning from the group of battle wary men, the droid decided to make a quick run of the perimeter.
?No sense in sitting around watching the grass grow.? thought the machine-hybrid.
Taking his leave from the various scattered members of the alliance and turning the corner, the droid made his way around the barn and disappeared from the rest of the alliance?s sight. Back here it was a bit darker, though it was to be expected, after all, the sun was rising from the East and he was now behind the barn. Wondering what time it was, the android shifted his vest around, positioning it a bit more comfortably. Noticing some blood droplets on his clothing, he cursed once or twice, but then the care vanished, he would just have to find some clothes else where, but for now, a quick switch wouldn?t be too bad.
Concentrating on his clothing, the android watched as his shapechanging abilities changed the machine?s vest from green to blue. Smiling at the change and noticing that the blood had disappeared as well, Thirteen continued on his venture, scouting out the very edge of the trees around the barn. There wasn?t too much to see around here, except the occasional bird or squirrel, but as he watched out into the distance, he could feel the presence of the other contestants, they were out there somewhere, but he just couldn?t sense were.
?Damned collars.? snarled Thirteen as he ran a finger over the smooth metal ring around his neck.
Finding his way back around the other side of the barn, the droid noticed that his alliance was still huddled around the young man, who was sweating profusely. Thirteen could only image the pain the man was feeling at the moment. Finding himself growing impatient, the android made his way over to the group and watched everyone try to comfort the poor Sayajin.
?Hurry up and fix him.? spoke the droid, almost sounding heartless, though he was trying to joke around and be serious at the same time. ?The last thing we need is for him to attract some more people."
A few sparks were shooting out of the wound, but it would seem as if no really damage had come of it, in fact, the cut actually made the droid smile. It was his first battle wound from the games and as demented as it sounded, he loved it. The feeling of a dull pain was pulsating in his arm, but that would fade soon.
Turning his attention to his clan mates, Thirteen spotted Trunks and Kami huddled over Son Goten, who had a very nice sword sticking out of his abdomen. Smirking, the android began to dream on how easy it would be for him to walk up there all nonchalant like, rip the sword through Goten?s body and through his skull. Of course Kami and Trunks would be all over him, but then again, he wasn?t the least bit tired, meaning he could easily power up and rip each of their heads off with the greatest of ease. The thought brought a smile to his face once again, but the reality of doing something like this and then having to fend for his life alone wasn?t exactly comforting. He would have to stay loyal and true to the alliance until further down the road, then and only then would they have no choice but to fight one another, the only thing he could hope for was to survive at least until then.
?Trunks, do you still have that damned medical kit??
The question had been from the elder Namekian, who was still hunched over the youthful Sayajin. Wondering if Trunks would give up another heal for someone other than himself, Thirteen watched as the fusion made it way through it?s bag, undoubtedly looking for the medical kit. Shaking his head and turning from the group of battle wary men, the droid decided to make a quick run of the perimeter.
?No sense in sitting around watching the grass grow.? thought the machine-hybrid.
Taking his leave from the various scattered members of the alliance and turning the corner, the droid made his way around the barn and disappeared from the rest of the alliance?s sight. Back here it was a bit darker, though it was to be expected, after all, the sun was rising from the East and he was now behind the barn. Wondering what time it was, the android shifted his vest around, positioning it a bit more comfortably. Noticing some blood droplets on his clothing, he cursed once or twice, but then the care vanished, he would just have to find some clothes else where, but for now, a quick switch wouldn?t be too bad.
Concentrating on his clothing, the android watched as his shapechanging abilities changed the machine?s vest from green to blue. Smiling at the change and noticing that the blood had disappeared as well, Thirteen continued on his venture, scouting out the very edge of the trees around the barn. There wasn?t too much to see around here, except the occasional bird or squirrel, but as he watched out into the distance, he could feel the presence of the other contestants, they were out there somewhere, but he just couldn?t sense were.
?Damned collars.? snarled Thirteen as he ran a finger over the smooth metal ring around his neck.
Finding his way back around the other side of the barn, the droid noticed that his alliance was still huddled around the young man, who was sweating profusely. Thirteen could only image the pain the man was feeling at the moment. Finding himself growing impatient, the android made his way over to the group and watched everyone try to comfort the poor Sayajin.
?Hurry up and fix him.? spoke the droid, almost sounding heartless, though he was trying to joke around and be serious at the same time. ?The last thing we need is for him to attract some more people."