Timestamp:Unkown Weather:Muggy and hot Time: Possibly mid day Conditions: Left fore-paw sustain injury, nano-technology working to heal; Cpu overheated fan pulling 110% to cool; Energy Low. This is what read on DragMES' headsup-display in the swamp. One day he had gone to do a mission for the lost...the next after a bang on the head..he woke up here. This hot swamp. Foam dripped from the Abominations mouth and his left hand bled slightly. He walked with a limp. He had to get out of here. But his built in GPS was gone..someone had ripped it out. He could feel certain metalic parts in him moving about. Someone or something had done this to him..and if he would make this out alive, he would find that out. DragMES climbed out of some of the hot, murky swamp water and onto the soft earth. But as soon as he did he fell into a ditch where he could sem to gather to strength to move. The hydrolics in his back legs didnt work well in such a terrible climate. He layed his head down and looked about...hoping anything could find him...to either eat him....or help him. He did not care.
Character: Ravlar Ravlar climbed from tree to tree stalking through the forest like swamp. Its dense undergrowth and bogs were much trickery to handle on the ground. He found it so much easier to climb through the trees. He was only here to get out really. He hadnÂ’t had a formal contract in ages and he craved excitement. Climbing over and around, he came to see a mess of a dragon, it looked like someone had burnt it then tried to rebuild it. Climbing closer yet higher to get a view, but a safer one.
DragMES's HUD flashed with a proximty warning..a big one...someone was coming his way. The Sniper on his back swived as much as it could over to where the enemy was but malfunctioned and went limp. He cursed and tried to move but still the hydrolics where acting up. He rested his head back down and awaited his fate.
RavlarÂ’s eye was caught by a flash of movement, on the back of the creature a gun pointed this way. He cursed at guns, they were hard to come by. He didnÂ’t like them anyway, they were too noisy. Grabbing his dagger hen diving out of the tree to the ground, landing squarely on his feat crouched down before running forward. Yet as he got close the creature hardly looked capable of fighting, let alone shooting. It was slumped and ist gun dropped. He gave it a curious look before opening his scaly mouth to talk. "Erm... are you ok." It looked in bad shape, yet still could be dangerous, Ravlar thought to himself.
"Does it look like it, worm?" he said via his voice resinator. The Froth continued to pool around his head as he kept drooling. The internal cpu cooling fan was very loud as it tried to cool him off. And his eins pulsed with anxiety. His left fore-paw continued to bleed as writhed slightly so he can see the being better.
Ravlar growled from the insult, try and show mercy and looked what happened. Staring at the creature while it wriggled on the floor. It looked quite pathetic. Snarling at it, baring teeth for a moment before speaking. His hand still holding the knife, even though it was more of a tool than a weapon. Just emitting a snarl as he talked. "You call me a worm, yet your the one who lays around helplessly." Then hacking up something foul, spitting it in the direction of the creature. "So do you want help or not" Growling more than speaking. The knife being toyed, juggling it around.
"I may be here on the floor..but this lazer" a whirring sound could be heard coming from the scope coming from his eye "Can still pull off another shot....but if your willing to help me..do it so....but if you cross me...i will pull the shot..." he growled and layed his head back down.
Ravlar laughed for a moment. thinking for a bit, its was amazing how many dragons suffered from swollen egos. The only thing that matched them was their stupidity. What made the creature think it would hit. Sighing for a moment. Looking down at the thing. Then offering it a scaly paw. "Well IÂ’m sure I would regret it, here you look prety rough" filling the first part of his sentence with as much sarcasm as he could muster. He wasnÂ’t going to stoop for it though, it would have to take his hand.
He put his right forepay in the mans hand "I doubt you can lift me easly...ii weigh almost a ton." He growled as he tried to position his legs to help get up easier...but it was hard. The Hydrolic parts groaned and squealed as he put one leg udner all his weight.
Ravlar ley out a groan heaving the beast forward, yet almost laughing at the funny noises his legs made. Then Ravlar changed, his shape mutated into a much larger beast, his hind legs reversed their joints, a bit like a frogs legs. They had much more lift. Pulling much harder now his arms were bigger now, and longer too. He groaned but lifted the mechanical thing up. Form flowing back into its original shape. Shape shifting was so strange. Yet so useful, Ravlar mused to himself. "Their, any better" The thing didnÂ’t seem to like the climate.
"Much" as the foam dripped out of his mouth...his head hung low. His normal eye was fixed upon the man. "How did you find me here...you didnt put me here did you?" he said with a low grow. ooc: sorry for the bland post :ph34r:
Staring at the creature, Ravlar had to stifle a laugh. It wasnÂ’t so bright. thinking to himself, about how dumb and bloody ungrateful it was. "Well I found because I saw you, you were falling around all over the place." Glaring at the creature for a moment, and thinking about how rude it was, not even saying thanks. "So some people dumped you here then* growling with every word. He couldnÂ’t stop himself from considering the though it beating it senseless, then again, didnÂ’t look like it had much senses. OOC meh ist ok, kinda dull though.
DragMES couldnt think well with his CPU overheating about 25degrees more than it should allow and the fan doing 120% to cool it. "Yes...idont know how i got here...i just woke up here with my injured hand and such..." he growled and looked around.
Ravlar grinned to himself, their had been a lot of pirate activity lately, and a lot of smugglers too. They were shipping things threw this swap. Occasionally he saw the speed boast they used. A kind of hover craft. Maybe some were searching for this, maybe their was even a bounty on its head. Grinning at the thing for a moment before talking. "Yeah maybe smugglers got you and tried to take you apart. Must have thought you were valuable." Looking around, he knew it wasnÂ’t far to a smugglers cave from here. WasnÂ’t safe.
"I was a government experiment.....maybe they want me back" he said sitting down on his behind. "Well...atleast the company who worked on me...."
Looking at the creature, it was on its arse again. Ravlar was getting very impatient with it, it just didnÂ’t want to do anything, just wine and complain. Looking down at the creature, it probably destroyed the company that made it. Growling in frustration for a moment, or just in boredom. "I doubt it, these are smugglers not the military, they donÂ’t exactly do deals. Plus your hardly working well." It was a wreak, he couldnÂ’t imagine why the army would want it back.
"I was before i ended up here...." he spat "I should kill you here....but...i wont...." he sighed and looked around. He bared his teeth..the dinosaur like chompers....he shook his head around. "Are we still in Bhim?"
Ravlar growled this time, his legs slightly bent. He wanted nothing more than to beat this thing into a pulp. He couldnÂ’t help but how easy it be to change into a more fighting form and show it what real power was. But he was curious, curious to see what happened to it and curious to see what it was like when it worked. And their was no honour in killing a injured creatures, no challenge. as much as the robot thing would like to think, in its current state it wouldnÂ’t be able to fight as well. Looking around as the think trees, their roots going into the marshy land. It was surprising the thing didnÂ’t sink. Still growling, yet smiling at the same time. "Yeah we are in the Calamarha Swamp, so yeah Bhim." Glaring at the thing. Looking around again. "So can you walk"
Ravlar laughed to himself, it was like a shouting match. Yet it looked like it could barely move, it would probably fall back down in a moment. He smiled at its strenuous efforts. If it didnÂ’t want to get turned into scrap, it best get away from here, with only one shot it wouldnÂ’t be able to fend off a group of smugglers. "So are you in good enough shape or do you need help. And I charge if you do need help." Grinning at his offer. He never worked for free. It was unprofessional. OOC lol dude this is your thead, rub some funk on it or something before it dies.
