28-06-2005, 09:59 AM
All he could here was a buzzing sound. The darkness was finally lifting, bright lights, hummed overhead. He was spread out on some kind of work surface, he could not yet tell shapes and colours from one another, nor fully distinguish words, but something was happening. Someone or something must be trying to repair him.
"Why do you insist on working on that thing anyway? It has been thirty-six hours and no progress seems to have been made at all..." Scope interjects offhandedly. "Well if we're to have the team back at full strength again it is kinda' essential" Finchy retorted, as she put down the blowtorch. "That's enough for today, I carried out some research on this sword and if it's not another replica like the other hundreds I have seen it is the true Oritagito."
"Hah hah, yeah right, the true Oritagito. You know, if it is I'll give you Three-hundred-thousand meseta and that's a promise." As Scope walks out of the room, Finchy glances away from the white, plastic-like interior of the room, gleaming in a bright white light as she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.
The android sits up on the table, flexing its' restored arm. "Systems stable, operating system stable. Physical functions appear not to be abnormal. Where am I? Where is the beast? Where is my sword?"
Finchy gasps. The android leans over the table side, and picks up his masters sword. The sword of injustice, the sword of the pain, the memories that will never leave him - here in the faded future, it appears not even time can distance him from the events long ago in the forest of sorrow.
"Why do you insist on working on that thing anyway? It has been thirty-six hours and no progress seems to have been made at all..." Scope interjects offhandedly. "Well if we're to have the team back at full strength again it is kinda' essential" Finchy retorted, as she put down the blowtorch. "That's enough for today, I carried out some research on this sword and if it's not another replica like the other hundreds I have seen it is the true Oritagito."
"Hah hah, yeah right, the true Oritagito. You know, if it is I'll give you Three-hundred-thousand meseta and that's a promise." As Scope walks out of the room, Finchy glances away from the white, plastic-like interior of the room, gleaming in a bright white light as she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.
The android sits up on the table, flexing its' restored arm. "Systems stable, operating system stable. Physical functions appear not to be abnormal. Where am I? Where is the beast? Where is my sword?"
Finchy gasps. The android leans over the table side, and picks up his masters sword. The sword of injustice, the sword of the pain, the memories that will never leave him - here in the faded future, it appears not even time can distance him from the events long ago in the forest of sorrow.
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