12-13-2006, 11:03 PM
?Is everyone moving?? Garlic tried to ignore the crack in his voice. Still fucking sick.
?As well as could be expected, Sir.? Garlic could have cared less what the boy said, he was already out of his tent. Recent news left him a little frayed. Nappa was gone. Into thin air it seemed, though nothing about the monster of a man was thin save his facial hair.
?Pick up the pace!? Garlic made his usual rounds, brow beating the soldiers all around him into a faster marching speed. He didn?t need any damned drums. But for all his gruff exterior he never let himself go over the edge. Oh no not like in the past. Old Garlic would have these bastards running the distance. A few dead bodies motivated quite nicely after all? The demon shook these thoughts away. That kind of action would loose him his respect. Fear is never a substitute for respect. He knew that now. Well, okay, hardly never.
?O?Neal take your unit to the left flank, I don?t want any of these beasts catching us with a weak spot.? The Sqaud leader saluted and turned to his men. Garlic caught he ruffle of a uniform behind him.
?Filling one hole merely opens two more.? Garlic glanced up into the scrunched face of his addresser.
?And who do you think you are, Gramps? I don?t need any of your sage fortune cookie bullshit, thank you very much.?
?Mmm. Well one more cookie if you will listen.? The older man pointed to Garlic?s feet, ?You are standing on a hand.? The goblins eyes swiveled to the dirt floor.
?Holy shit!? He hopped off the thing and kneeled down over it. A hand it was. He ran one small finger down its palm. Cold and? hard? It wasn?t decayed at all. It couldn?t be fresh either, the dirt was hard packed. It had to have been uncovered by their construction. An arm of a discarded robot or something. The goblin grabbed a rather large finger and heaved. The reactions of the soldiers around him would have been hilarious if wasn?t for Garlic?s own surprise. There was a whole body attached to that hand.
?What the?? A full fledged android? Garlic closely examined its chiseled face, topped with locks of orange hair.
?Who are you?? He whispered. The soldiers were crowding in now and they were as curious as he. They were probably clueless as to the thing?s origins, or even if it was still operational. But they didn?t have ki sense. Junior let his eyes flutter shut and the world fade around him. There was only him and the body. His soul and? was there a soul in there? Garlic reached out with his being, let them become one. It was cold in there; as cold as he had felt outside. But? he moved through the darkness of the things being and felt it. A spark? a dim spark of ki still burning. Interesting. He let his own ki surround the spark and embrace it. This would either work or blow the damned thing up. It was worth a shot.
?Hyah!? Garlic?s eyes shot open as gigawatts worth of ki jolted though him and into the odd robot laying at his mercy. The spark fluttered and grew. Then... an explosion! But not one of flames and light. One of life.
?As well as could be expected, Sir.? Garlic could have cared less what the boy said, he was already out of his tent. Recent news left him a little frayed. Nappa was gone. Into thin air it seemed, though nothing about the monster of a man was thin save his facial hair.
?Pick up the pace!? Garlic made his usual rounds, brow beating the soldiers all around him into a faster marching speed. He didn?t need any damned drums. But for all his gruff exterior he never let himself go over the edge. Oh no not like in the past. Old Garlic would have these bastards running the distance. A few dead bodies motivated quite nicely after all? The demon shook these thoughts away. That kind of action would loose him his respect. Fear is never a substitute for respect. He knew that now. Well, okay, hardly never.
?O?Neal take your unit to the left flank, I don?t want any of these beasts catching us with a weak spot.? The Sqaud leader saluted and turned to his men. Garlic caught he ruffle of a uniform behind him.
?Filling one hole merely opens two more.? Garlic glanced up into the scrunched face of his addresser.
?And who do you think you are, Gramps? I don?t need any of your sage fortune cookie bullshit, thank you very much.?
?Mmm. Well one more cookie if you will listen.? The older man pointed to Garlic?s feet, ?You are standing on a hand.? The goblins eyes swiveled to the dirt floor.
?Holy shit!? He hopped off the thing and kneeled down over it. A hand it was. He ran one small finger down its palm. Cold and? hard? It wasn?t decayed at all. It couldn?t be fresh either, the dirt was hard packed. It had to have been uncovered by their construction. An arm of a discarded robot or something. The goblin grabbed a rather large finger and heaved. The reactions of the soldiers around him would have been hilarious if wasn?t for Garlic?s own surprise. There was a whole body attached to that hand.
?What the?? A full fledged android? Garlic closely examined its chiseled face, topped with locks of orange hair.
?Who are you?? He whispered. The soldiers were crowding in now and they were as curious as he. They were probably clueless as to the thing?s origins, or even if it was still operational. But they didn?t have ki sense. Junior let his eyes flutter shut and the world fade around him. There was only him and the body. His soul and? was there a soul in there? Garlic reached out with his being, let them become one. It was cold in there; as cold as he had felt outside. But? he moved through the darkness of the things being and felt it. A spark? a dim spark of ki still burning. Interesting. He let his own ki surround the spark and embrace it. This would either work or blow the damned thing up. It was worth a shot.
?Hyah!? Garlic?s eyes shot open as gigawatts worth of ki jolted though him and into the odd robot laying at his mercy. The spark fluttered and grew. Then... an explosion! But not one of flames and light. One of life.
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