Sunlight burst into the hold as the grinding of the ancient hatch parted, allowing the blowing sand entrance. The inner hatch erupted in chaos. Droids shuffled, rolled, or dragged themselves into any nook that would make them appear invisible. Coders stormed the hold, evaluating the droids and chittering in bionary. SORA and T-3CO reluctantly joined a line of droids as Antiweapon and EvilMan eyes greedily surveyed the goods parade through the hatch into the blistering sun. Outside, coders scrambled between the mechanical beings, attempting to polish up any last minute tweaks or to remove a trace of oil from the surface of a FR-Les repair droid. While the mirade of movement surrounded SORA and T-3CO, Antiweapon made his way forward, toward the domed abode. He was greeted midway by two figures moving from with in. The older of the two greeted the Coder and followed the lineup. T-3CO couldn’t quite put his processor on it, but the boy tagging behind had an aire of familiarity about him. He was an adolescent, no more that sixteen, his hair waving unkempt in the dry breeze. He walked with confidence, a wild fire burned behind his eyes as if he wanted to see the universe. The older male stood before the line, giving a trained eye survey to each prospective droid. He walked down the line twice both times eyeing the FR-les model and T-3CO. SORA-13 teetered back and force nervously. “I’ll take those two,” he pointed before stepping before T-3CO. “I would assume that you are programmed for ethics and protocol?” “Why sir, it is my primary function sir and I am fluent in all the customs.” “I have no need for a protocol droid, what I need is a droid that understands the inner workings and ideology behind the Organization XIII.” T-3CO burst to life. “SIR, my first job was rationalizing heartless and nobodies. I am extremely familiar with the Organization’s customs.” The man brightened, clearly impressed with his decision. “Do you speak German?” “Of course I can sir, it’s like a first language to me.” The man held up his hand, silencing the droid. “I’ll take these two.” He turned toward the youth. “Luke, take these two over to the garage and get them cleaned up before dinner.” Luke DMaster scowled. “But Uncle ICSP, I was going to 4chan and pick up some Tales images.” ICSP shook his head. “You can waste time with your friends when your chores are finished. Luke’s mood drooped, as his eyes passed over the two droids. “Fine you two come with me.” He stated as he made his way back towards the abode while ICSP began to pass credits to Antiweapon. As Luke passed the sunken desert garden, the tell tell voice of Aunt Pyro floated upwards. “Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuke? Luuuuuuuuuuuuke?” Luke altered his course so that he stood positioned just above the lip of the garden. “Ya?” “Tell ICSP that if he buys another droid that uses my sofa as a chew toy I’ll go mugen on him.” “It doesn’t look like either of these two will do anything like that bu—“ Luke flipped around just in the nick up time as FR-Les raced toward him, her metal mandibles furiously scissoring the air. BZZZZT Push you off cliff BZZ cliff zzzzzzz must puuuuuush!” Stepping to the side, FR-Les rolled over the embankment, crushing a water vaporator and imploding into hundreds of pieces. ICSP wheeled around, hearing the commotion and whirled on Antiweapon with a ravenous anger. While the argument roared to life, T-3CO lightly tapped DMaster on the shoulder. “I beg your pardon sir, but that astromech droid is in fine condition, I can vouch for his work ethic and devotion.” DMaster shrugged and raced over to explain the thought to ICSP. After a further argument and waving of hands, SORA-13 puttered along beeping happily. A string of unrelentless german slang leaked from T-3CO as he chided himself for helping 13. “Don’t you dare say anything. You got me into this mess, therefore you are going to figure out a way out.” The complaining continued long into the winds as the Codebreaker trekked onwards towards the next moisture farm… “By the power of grayskull, this oil shower feels so wonderful. I think that I’ve got sand jammed even in my gearbox.” T-3CO gleefully cheered, immersing himself deeper into the vat of cleansing liquid. SORA-13 sat alongside the mechanical shower, an extension cord snaking its way into a portable lithium recharge port. DMaster sat with his feet propped ontop of a circular repair station, a desert modified replica of a Automerge moving between his hands while a decidedly annoyed silence radiated from within. “It just isn’t fair. Demi’s right, I’m never going to get out of here.” “Is there anything that I might be able to do sir?” TCO asked. DMaster smiled, setting down the replica and moving toward SORA-13. “Not unless you can manipulate time, speed of Sacrificed or teleport me off this rock.” “I’m afraid not. I’m only a droid, I don’t have any knowledge on such matters…not in this section at least. I’m not even sure what selection I am on.” “Well, if you are fixated on the brightest section in the universe you are in the section that it is farthest from.” Luke commented, picking up a pair of pliers, his attention shifting to a chunk of charred plastic wedged beneath the optical projector. “I see sir.” Luke smiled. “You can call me DMaster, everyone else does.” “I see Sir DMaster. And I am T-3CO, human cyborg relations. This is my counterpart, SORA-13.” TCO announced as the oil shower concluded. SORA beeped his respects as well. DMaster nodded, working the pliers as delicately as he could. “Well you’ve got something wedged in here real good,” SORA-13 began beeping maniacally. DMaster looked quizzically at TCO who merely shook his head in disgust. “What did he say?” “That’s what she said. I strongly suggest you steer away from promiscuous innuendo. He excels at finding them. I’m surprised he’s gotten away with it for so long. What with all we’ve been through I’m surprised he hasn’t been banned all ready, what with the rebellion and all.” DMaster whirled around the gears turning in his head as the surprise was hardly contained. “You know about the rebellion against the Insiders?” “That’s how we came to be here at your service sir.” He glared at SORA, “If you take my meaning.” The possible jibe didn’t phase DMaster, as he tried to decide which questions to ask. “Have you been in many battles?” TCO nodded hesitantly. He wanted to trust his new owner, but principle dictated that he censor his response. “Several I think, all though there isn’t that much to tell. I’m not much more than a Premium interpreter. I’m not very good at telling stories.” DMaster nodded slowly, still feeling the excited with the brush with real freedom fighters, he returned to SORA, and finally clamped down on the plastic obstruction. With a final yank, the plastic and DMaster fell backwards to the floor, SORA-13 rocked backwards trying to regain his balance as the internal computers momentarily short circuited, triggering his holographic projector. Before he could switch it off, the tell tell outline of Administrator CTR appeared on the dusty floor. The hologram wavered, flickering in a light robin’s egg blue. DMaster stared silently as he watched the image hover and moments later reset to display CTR inserting a thumb-sized object outside the viewable screen. “Help me Repliku Kenobi, you’re my only hope. Help me Repliku Kenobi, you’re my only hope.” “Who is she?” SORA merely whistled as he struggled to reset his processor. TCO thrust his hand upon the dome. “He asked you a question, who is that. Sir DMaster, I’m afraid I’m not quite sure who she is. She could have been a member on our last transit. A person of great importance I believe.” “Help me Repliku Kenobi, you’re my only hope.” “Is there anymore to this holovid?” DMaster asked hopefully, unable to take his eyes off CTR. SORA chimed in while TCO attempted to translate. “He claims that the message is meant for a General Kenobi and can only be accessed in his presence.” DMaster pondered the statement, accessing a handful of memories and images of the old hermit from his past. “Kenobi, Kenobi…I wonder if he means old L Kenobi. He’s a strange old hermit that primarily keeps to himself and resides somewhere on the other side of the Discussion Sea—“ “LUKE! Supper is ready.” Pyro announced across the interior communications board, forestalling further interrogations. DMaster sighed, handing T-3CO a series of tools. “I’ll be back in a little while, see if you can’t clean him up a small bit.” He smiled fleetingly as he ascended the garage steps and raced toward the traditional meal. Little did he know, it would be the last normal meal he would ever eat...
<.< t-3co >.> 8d
i kid. And btw, i'm not playing. Unless of course we stick to the rules and those that post in this thread are there by detectives, then keep me at the list, and realize, i won't be playing.
Basically:
*force pushes you off the cliff* So what is this secret?
You mean besides the fact that you know nil about star wars?
Lest we forget, that i've got my own list. I am like the undefeated Division 1-A team watching the big four claim to be the best, when they all have lost. Wait...we are not talking about the BCS?
....Make up your own damn intro.
I also have the complete works, all 1500 pages. I was in Much Ado back in the days of high school. I missed you be another hour. What are the...
Binford tools much?
I've heard of this curse before, but i don't by into it. A series of problems plague Quantam of Solace yet they were accidents not work of curses. If a curse is started with the death of an actor or actress, then Westward Ho! and the Crow are also cursed. I suppose you could say that any movie or tv show working on the Universal Studios lot are now cursed following the fire.
I missed you by 1 hour D8 We shall see if I can survive Shakespeare, Gender studies and Children's Lit today.
I won't lie, i've never seen this.
I like Nascar....
unless you are watching Discovery channel or something, each medium that you've listed is open to being edited with fiction. Video Games obviously, history books tell it like it was, but most only tell it from one perspective and either generalize or comment poorly on this or that. TV is rife with fiction. Most news broadcasts make you beg the question, or they are using red herrings. If you don't believe that, then I can personally attest to this. A good friend of mine has worked for the local police for years. Countless times when the news has reported on a case that he was working on, he would comment during the airing that they were either making things up, or completely miss informed. So, I suppose of these mediums, I would say that it is a personal choice, but I would say that textbooks when given a proper context or varying degrees of ideology.
I suggest adding a cd you like to itunes, then clicking Genius. it will tell you artists or songs or cd's similar to your choices. That might better help you out. Also: Blue Man Group, Death Cab for Cutie, The Starting Line.
Question: What kind of bear is best.
Then I would ask are you drinking plenty of fluids before hand, stretching properly, etc.? I still think that it could be a mild bit of asma but i'm not a doc.
Is it possible that you may have a slight case of asma(sp)? I suffered something similar to this but didn't bother to check it out for a few years and it ended up being MVP. If this happens alot, specifically when you are doing sports or pe, to maybe see if you should get it checked out.
Which chapter? Chron, Sac or Spam? Nothing new for Sac or chron....Spam however is aMAZING
