11-30-2006, 09:41 PM
?God damn kids these days,? Seventeen hiccupped, teetering to one side as he stumbled away from the scene of his debacle with the unyielding Kid Buu. The machine-hybrid took a final, gracious swig from the steel tankard gripped mercilessly between his fingers and proceeded to discard the mug into a nearby pile of bottles and shattered glass. The android paused mid-gait and felt a warm sensation permeate his trousers. ?What the fuck was that?? The onyx-haired leader gurgled, his eyes scanning his black pants for an indication of the commotion.
Unfortunately for the inebriated android, his alcohol-dampened mental process was unable to register any type of visual change in his pant?s region. Shrugging his shoulders and ignoring the strange, new smell, Seventeen struck out a hand and wobbled toward an overturned medical box lying nearby. Along the arduous journey, he was confronted by many a drunken louts, who the android merely shrugged off with an incoherent ?outta my damn way.?
Despite his precarious footing and the almost unbeatable odds, the cyborg somehow managed to reach the small canister and collapsed on the ground next to it. Upon his rendezvous with the ground, Seventeen retched but once?enough of a window of opportunity for a stream of multicolored fluid departing his maw at a bullet-like velocity. The android let out a groan as he used the sleeve of his coat to wipe away the rancid dribble from his lips and chin.
Turning his half-open eyes to the medical box, the machine-hybrid reached out toward and it managed to loop his trembling fingers around its handle. With a halfhearted smile, Seventeen pulled the box of supplies through the pool of vomit and began to loot through it for anything to help his condition. The pillaging continued for a few moments until the android?s cybernetic component alerted him that there were no medical means to magically accelerate the oxidation process.
?Thanks for telling me that ahead of time,? the cyborg lamented, pushing away the small box of medical supplies and rolling onto his other side. Despite the potent effects of the liquor on his mind, it brought a sense of relief to the android that his inorganic component remained immune to anything that ailed his organic form. With an anguished groan, Seventeen sat off the ground and grabbed his head in a drastic effort to stop the world from spinning so much.
Once his three views of the world stopped revolving and came back together, the machine-hybrid rubbed his bloodshot eyes and climbed off the cold earth. All around the cyborg, a large percentage of his troops had settled down for the night. It was either that or they had all collapsed from over intoxication. Unfortunately for the android, a loud commotion outside the tent stole him away from potential sleep.
As he staggered toward the large tent?s entryway, Seventeen flashed a look in the direction of Paige and Kid Buu. The two were still seated on the bench, but words were no longer the currency being exchanged between the pair of soldiers. Content that his woman was getting somewhere with the little, unbending tyke, the android lurched forward one last time and fell onto his knees outside the tent.
It had not been a graceful or painless entrance, but the job had had been completed to some level of success. Breathing laboriously as he moved, Seventeen pushed off the ground?trying his hardest to maintain his composure while still giving off a respectable aura. Despite what his mind may have been feeding him, the cybernetic warrior?s efforts were for naught, as most of the men amassed outside the tent were equally as intoxicated as their leader.
?What?s the ruckus about?? Seventeen slurred, lifting his head up and staring at the group of eight soldiers and the man huddled on the ground between them. The drunken troops were hooting and hollering as they marched circles around the blue-skinned outsider. In an almost melodic manner, they were kicking and taking swipes at the soldier, who remained in a fetal position for the duration of the torment. ?Cut it out!? The android finally screamed, the words shocking his soldiers out of their adrenaline and beer-fueled frenzy.
With expressions of shame on their face, the drunken men hung their heads and went back into the tent. Stepping forward, Seventeen put his hand on the alien?s shoulder in a comforting gesture. Upon registering the fact that his oppressors had been dispersed, the lonely soldier lifted up his head and flashed his weary, red eyes at the android. His face was heavily bruised and his ruffled blonde hair was dotted with specs of dirt and blood.
?Who are you, and what happened to you?? Seventeen inquired, helping the man onto his feet and brushing some of the dirt and grass from his clothes.
?My name is Sauzaa,? the soldier said, his accent clearly French despite his appearance being clearly alien in nature. ?I am from Syntech, and I fled here after my army and leaders were slaughtered at the hands of the Dante Forces. Please, I don?t mean any harm, and I don?t have anywhere else to turn. Everyone just died around me, and for once in my life, I am afraid of my well-being,? Sauzaa continued, trembling slightly from either the cold of the fear.
?Go sleep,? Seventeen finally replied, the Sauzaa?s omen of Dante?s coming serving to sober up the android quite well. ?You are welcome here as long as you don?t cause any trouble, but I trust you to be prepared to fight in the even that the murderers of your allies decide to bring their tyranny here,? the commander of the Outcasts decreed, his expression and tone of voice a dramatic, upward shift from the drunken, idiotic fa?ade he had been wearing a few minutes earlier. As Sauzaa entered the tent to rest for the night, Seventeen stared into the horizon and frowned.
?Bring it on, you bastards,? he muttered, his voice conveying the flames of hatred now burning within the depths of his charcoal eyes.
Unfortunately for the inebriated android, his alcohol-dampened mental process was unable to register any type of visual change in his pant?s region. Shrugging his shoulders and ignoring the strange, new smell, Seventeen struck out a hand and wobbled toward an overturned medical box lying nearby. Along the arduous journey, he was confronted by many a drunken louts, who the android merely shrugged off with an incoherent ?outta my damn way.?
Despite his precarious footing and the almost unbeatable odds, the cyborg somehow managed to reach the small canister and collapsed on the ground next to it. Upon his rendezvous with the ground, Seventeen retched but once?enough of a window of opportunity for a stream of multicolored fluid departing his maw at a bullet-like velocity. The android let out a groan as he used the sleeve of his coat to wipe away the rancid dribble from his lips and chin.
Turning his half-open eyes to the medical box, the machine-hybrid reached out toward and it managed to loop his trembling fingers around its handle. With a halfhearted smile, Seventeen pulled the box of supplies through the pool of vomit and began to loot through it for anything to help his condition. The pillaging continued for a few moments until the android?s cybernetic component alerted him that there were no medical means to magically accelerate the oxidation process.
?Thanks for telling me that ahead of time,? the cyborg lamented, pushing away the small box of medical supplies and rolling onto his other side. Despite the potent effects of the liquor on his mind, it brought a sense of relief to the android that his inorganic component remained immune to anything that ailed his organic form. With an anguished groan, Seventeen sat off the ground and grabbed his head in a drastic effort to stop the world from spinning so much.
Once his three views of the world stopped revolving and came back together, the machine-hybrid rubbed his bloodshot eyes and climbed off the cold earth. All around the cyborg, a large percentage of his troops had settled down for the night. It was either that or they had all collapsed from over intoxication. Unfortunately for the android, a loud commotion outside the tent stole him away from potential sleep.
As he staggered toward the large tent?s entryway, Seventeen flashed a look in the direction of Paige and Kid Buu. The two were still seated on the bench, but words were no longer the currency being exchanged between the pair of soldiers. Content that his woman was getting somewhere with the little, unbending tyke, the android lurched forward one last time and fell onto his knees outside the tent.
It had not been a graceful or painless entrance, but the job had had been completed to some level of success. Breathing laboriously as he moved, Seventeen pushed off the ground?trying his hardest to maintain his composure while still giving off a respectable aura. Despite what his mind may have been feeding him, the cybernetic warrior?s efforts were for naught, as most of the men amassed outside the tent were equally as intoxicated as their leader.
?What?s the ruckus about?? Seventeen slurred, lifting his head up and staring at the group of eight soldiers and the man huddled on the ground between them. The drunken troops were hooting and hollering as they marched circles around the blue-skinned outsider. In an almost melodic manner, they were kicking and taking swipes at the soldier, who remained in a fetal position for the duration of the torment. ?Cut it out!? The android finally screamed, the words shocking his soldiers out of their adrenaline and beer-fueled frenzy.
With expressions of shame on their face, the drunken men hung their heads and went back into the tent. Stepping forward, Seventeen put his hand on the alien?s shoulder in a comforting gesture. Upon registering the fact that his oppressors had been dispersed, the lonely soldier lifted up his head and flashed his weary, red eyes at the android. His face was heavily bruised and his ruffled blonde hair was dotted with specs of dirt and blood.
?Who are you, and what happened to you?? Seventeen inquired, helping the man onto his feet and brushing some of the dirt and grass from his clothes.
?My name is Sauzaa,? the soldier said, his accent clearly French despite his appearance being clearly alien in nature. ?I am from Syntech, and I fled here after my army and leaders were slaughtered at the hands of the Dante Forces. Please, I don?t mean any harm, and I don?t have anywhere else to turn. Everyone just died around me, and for once in my life, I am afraid of my well-being,? Sauzaa continued, trembling slightly from either the cold of the fear.
?Go sleep,? Seventeen finally replied, the Sauzaa?s omen of Dante?s coming serving to sober up the android quite well. ?You are welcome here as long as you don?t cause any trouble, but I trust you to be prepared to fight in the even that the murderers of your allies decide to bring their tyranny here,? the commander of the Outcasts decreed, his expression and tone of voice a dramatic, upward shift from the drunken, idiotic fa?ade he had been wearing a few minutes earlier. As Sauzaa entered the tent to rest for the night, Seventeen stared into the horizon and frowned.
?Bring it on, you bastards,? he muttered, his voice conveying the flames of hatred now burning within the depths of his charcoal eyes.
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