25-06-2005, 10:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 25-06-2005, 10:41 PM by Anti Hacker.)
As Finchy swept silently through the ferns and bracken-like plants surrounding her, she noticed an odd hole apparently ripped into the ground. Every one of her senses was heightened, if there was another armoured beast near by she would never deal with such a devastating opponent on her own. She lent over the hole to see a kind of ceramic material lining the edges of what once must have been a well. It smelled Dank and musty, her nose wrinkled at the stench.
As she peered inside the well, she noticed a small glint at the bottom; she marked the site with a radio-receptor and turning to her left saw a hunk of metal lumped on the floor. Curiously, she advanced towards it. It was an old android arm, possibly a relic from Pioneer 1. Then, startled, she noticed a long fine blade in its grasp. She picked it up and ran its' edge along the inside of her hand. She gasped as blood flowed from her index finger. It was still sharp after what must have been decades. Sharp as when it was created, it seemed. The sky was clearly visible along the fine blade, reflected, blue and ambient. It was a fine weapon; it must have been wrought by one of the masters of steel long ago, long ago on Coral when such substances were still plentiful and of good quality. There was a shout from behind her.
"Finchy" said a melodious voice. There stood the force, Warhawk and Scope. "We picked up your signal" said Scope bluntly. "Yes" said Finchy as if she had just come out of a trance. "It's over there, in that well". Scope walked over as the force illuminated the well with a pure white source of light. "Wow, it's an old android all right. Looks like a military enforcer, first of those Hucasts. Not one of our lot. Hey, hey Finch. Imagine what it could tell us eh? What stories he could tell..."
Finchy spun around with the sword in her left hand and the android arm in her right. "We should repair him" she commented without a second thought. Warhawk took a step back from the well, there was a clicking sound from inside his right shoulder pad and from the back of his head a laminated photograph was produced. "You should look at this sir". Scope took the photograph from the back of the androids head; it was a picture of the bottom of the well. It showed the back of the fallen jet black android. Four characters were clearly printed centrally on its back. They read 'D U S K'.
As she peered inside the well, she noticed a small glint at the bottom; she marked the site with a radio-receptor and turning to her left saw a hunk of metal lumped on the floor. Curiously, she advanced towards it. It was an old android arm, possibly a relic from Pioneer 1. Then, startled, she noticed a long fine blade in its grasp. She picked it up and ran its' edge along the inside of her hand. She gasped as blood flowed from her index finger. It was still sharp after what must have been decades. Sharp as when it was created, it seemed. The sky was clearly visible along the fine blade, reflected, blue and ambient. It was a fine weapon; it must have been wrought by one of the masters of steel long ago, long ago on Coral when such substances were still plentiful and of good quality. There was a shout from behind her.
"Finchy" said a melodious voice. There stood the force, Warhawk and Scope. "We picked up your signal" said Scope bluntly. "Yes" said Finchy as if she had just come out of a trance. "It's over there, in that well". Scope walked over as the force illuminated the well with a pure white source of light. "Wow, it's an old android all right. Looks like a military enforcer, first of those Hucasts. Not one of our lot. Hey, hey Finch. Imagine what it could tell us eh? What stories he could tell..."
Finchy spun around with the sword in her left hand and the android arm in her right. "We should repair him" she commented without a second thought. Warhawk took a step back from the well, there was a clicking sound from inside his right shoulder pad and from the back of his head a laminated photograph was produced. "You should look at this sir". Scope took the photograph from the back of the androids head; it was a picture of the bottom of the well. It showed the back of the fallen jet black android. Four characters were clearly printed centrally on its back. They read 'D U S K'.
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