12-15-2006, 03:57 AM
?What I desolate place for an someone like me to be taken to,? thought the mechanical being as he walked among the soldiers. Sixteen was unable to compute why exactly he was being held captive by the goblin Garlic, but he was being treated with the utmost respect, and he would not give anything less than that to his savior. They were standing together in the front of a massive line of both excited and semi tired soldiers trudging along in unison.
The android could only pity the soldiers who were visibly tired, and wondered just how they felt. He?d never gotten tired before, but he?d never done anything to make him tired. Garlic was talking to an oddly colored warrior riding a rather proud looking stallion, but did not bother to listen into the conversation.
His surroundings were seemingly endless, with no trees in sight and the heat scorching. The mechanical warrior could feel the coolant inside him pumping quicker than usual to maintain a normal body temperature. Once again he looked upon the hundreds of sweating United soldiers pushed to their limits for their leader.
?These people are walking into their death beds for this man, why do they follow him blindly?? Sixteen asked himself. There were so many things he was clueless about, and he hadn?t the time to figure them all out. He wasn?t sure who to trust, and what he should do when it came time to pick up his weapon.
Looking into the setting sun, the android felt a surge of power rush through his metallic body. The jolt felt rejuvenating for some reason, and made him think of his past. Sixteen dug deep within his mind, only to find the techniques that were stored within his limitless memory.
Telepathy?.. ?Garlic, why are you fighting this war? Why do you lead these people to their deaths?? the orange hared giant thought, concentrating on the goblin talking away next to him.
Three seconds later, the green commander jumped a few feet off the ground in horror. ?God damn, what the hell was that shit. Gokua you here that?? Garlic spat, landing back on the ground softly.
?Hear what sir?? The mounted lieutenant asked, with a puzzled look pasted on his face.
Not able to keep from smiling the green amoured android opened his mouth to speak, when his captor whipped his hooded face around making eye contact with the voices maker.
(OOC: It was the ghost of Christmas Past speaking to you Garlic, don?t be afraid)
The android could only pity the soldiers who were visibly tired, and wondered just how they felt. He?d never gotten tired before, but he?d never done anything to make him tired. Garlic was talking to an oddly colored warrior riding a rather proud looking stallion, but did not bother to listen into the conversation.
His surroundings were seemingly endless, with no trees in sight and the heat scorching. The mechanical warrior could feel the coolant inside him pumping quicker than usual to maintain a normal body temperature. Once again he looked upon the hundreds of sweating United soldiers pushed to their limits for their leader.
?These people are walking into their death beds for this man, why do they follow him blindly?? Sixteen asked himself. There were so many things he was clueless about, and he hadn?t the time to figure them all out. He wasn?t sure who to trust, and what he should do when it came time to pick up his weapon.
Looking into the setting sun, the android felt a surge of power rush through his metallic body. The jolt felt rejuvenating for some reason, and made him think of his past. Sixteen dug deep within his mind, only to find the techniques that were stored within his limitless memory.
Telepathy?.. ?Garlic, why are you fighting this war? Why do you lead these people to their deaths?? the orange hared giant thought, concentrating on the goblin talking away next to him.
Three seconds later, the green commander jumped a few feet off the ground in horror. ?God damn, what the hell was that shit. Gokua you here that?? Garlic spat, landing back on the ground softly.
?Hear what sir?? The mounted lieutenant asked, with a puzzled look pasted on his face.
Not able to keep from smiling the green amoured android opened his mouth to speak, when his captor whipped his hooded face around making eye contact with the voices maker.
(OOC: It was the ghost of Christmas Past speaking to you Garlic, don?t be afraid)