06-04-2006, 07:34 AM
After a short feast, the entire team let out a short sigh of relief, though the pig wasn?t large, it was meat, something they all seemed to be craving nowadays, everyone that is, except for Kami. The elder Namekian had been standing back, sipping on his water bottle and giving disgusted looks here and there as the four men tore away at the small animal. What would normally have taken hours to eat, took mere minutes as the alliance dug their fingers into the steaming meat and forced the moist sustenance into their mouths.
Gulping down the remaining bit of his second water bottle, Thirteen smiled as he wiped his face with his arm. Taking a moment to allow the food to settle, the droid could feel that his power had almost completely returned to him, in fact, if he survive the next few hours, he would be back to one-hundred percent energy, though the pain seemed far from ending.
Laying back against the soft grass, the machine-hybrid heard a soft buzzing noise, an announcement was about to be made. Propping himself up on his elbow and looking around, the voice of Karl Jak came booming over the loud speakers.
"Good afternoon, everybody! I'm sure you all heard the huge explosion earlier. Turns out one of the weapons gave quite a bang, eh?
Thirteen allowed the announcers voice to fade from his mind, what kind of weapon could have produced such a massive blast? Some how, the droid knew that the answer lay around his butterscotch neck. A feeling of fear and resentment washed over him as he placed a finger on the hot metal. Why had he allowed them to place this thing around his neck?
?The rule is simple. If someone isn't dead every 12 hours (48 OOC hours), everyone loses. In other words, if we go, at any time, 12 hours without a death, it's over. That's a lot of people dead. So...let's make sure we keep things moving, eh?
Good luck, everyone!"
?The bastard!? shouted Thirteen, standing up from his prone position. ?That?ll give us no time to rest in between fights, meaning that someone will probably luck out and jump us from behind while we?re tired!?
?No shit.? replied Reijin. ?It?s for weaklings like you that wine and cry about no rest. If you were worth of winning this competition you wouldn?t need rest, now would you, but then again, you?re only a droid, what would you know??
The anger had begun to build within the machine-hybrid.
?You son of a...? shouted Thirteen, taking a few steps towards the Sayajin, but was cut off by Trunks, who was simply holding his hand straight outright.
?You have two choices.? Trunks softly spoke. ?You can either come with us and work with us to survive, or you can leave now and prey that no one picks you off, the choice is yours, but I would highly suggest putting your anger on check. Reijin can be a dick, but he?s a strong asset and believe you me, you?re not the only one that would like to hit him.?
Reijin chuckled as he heard Trunks? comment. Turning from the android, the Sayajin sat down on a rock and muttered something under his breath. Seething, Thirteen did his best to just back off, which wasn?t exactly easy for him.
Sitting a few yards away from the group and slamming his fist into the ground, the android had noticed that his condition had improved drastically and with it, a slight increase in his power, perhaps these games weren?t all that bad for his health after all, but then again, maybe it was.
Gulping down the remaining bit of his second water bottle, Thirteen smiled as he wiped his face with his arm. Taking a moment to allow the food to settle, the droid could feel that his power had almost completely returned to him, in fact, if he survive the next few hours, he would be back to one-hundred percent energy, though the pain seemed far from ending.
Laying back against the soft grass, the machine-hybrid heard a soft buzzing noise, an announcement was about to be made. Propping himself up on his elbow and looking around, the voice of Karl Jak came booming over the loud speakers.
"Good afternoon, everybody! I'm sure you all heard the huge explosion earlier. Turns out one of the weapons gave quite a bang, eh?
Thirteen allowed the announcers voice to fade from his mind, what kind of weapon could have produced such a massive blast? Some how, the droid knew that the answer lay around his butterscotch neck. A feeling of fear and resentment washed over him as he placed a finger on the hot metal. Why had he allowed them to place this thing around his neck?
?The rule is simple. If someone isn't dead every 12 hours (48 OOC hours), everyone loses. In other words, if we go, at any time, 12 hours without a death, it's over. That's a lot of people dead. So...let's make sure we keep things moving, eh?
Good luck, everyone!"
?The bastard!? shouted Thirteen, standing up from his prone position. ?That?ll give us no time to rest in between fights, meaning that someone will probably luck out and jump us from behind while we?re tired!?
?No shit.? replied Reijin. ?It?s for weaklings like you that wine and cry about no rest. If you were worth of winning this competition you wouldn?t need rest, now would you, but then again, you?re only a droid, what would you know??
The anger had begun to build within the machine-hybrid.
?You son of a...? shouted Thirteen, taking a few steps towards the Sayajin, but was cut off by Trunks, who was simply holding his hand straight outright.
?You have two choices.? Trunks softly spoke. ?You can either come with us and work with us to survive, or you can leave now and prey that no one picks you off, the choice is yours, but I would highly suggest putting your anger on check. Reijin can be a dick, but he?s a strong asset and believe you me, you?re not the only one that would like to hit him.?
Reijin chuckled as he heard Trunks? comment. Turning from the android, the Sayajin sat down on a rock and muttered something under his breath. Seething, Thirteen did his best to just back off, which wasn?t exactly easy for him.
Sitting a few yards away from the group and slamming his fist into the ground, the android had noticed that his condition had improved drastically and with it, a slight increase in his power, perhaps these games weren?t all that bad for his health after all, but then again, maybe it was.