Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round Four: New Battleopolis!]
04-07-2012, 01:46 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Gadget's stilts stumbled around, with the unfortunate Chib trying unsuccessfully to compensate for their new balancing problems. Their coordination had been thrown off when Konka Rar had grabbed the robe, and they were about to crash to the ground.
But Packston caught them just in time, and detached the stilts. They hopped around awkwardly, no longer having any cargo to carry. Gadget looked up at his rescuer, and looked into his brown eyes before answering.
"Thanks Greg," he said. "That was a close one. So, uh... you have any idea how to deal with this mess?" The Chib motioned vaguely over to the battle still being waged behind them. "Because I'm all out of ideas."
"We'll get to that, but I've got a more important problem in mind at the moment," Greg Packston replied. "And it's one I need your help with."
Packston reached into his pocket, and pulled out the silver orb Holly had surrendered less than an hour ago. He gave Gadget a knowing smile.
The Chib smiled back.
"Got it. But before I go ahead, what should I call him?"
"When I told Arkal about the plan, he suggested Tarnish. That man knows his metals."
"All right! Say hello to the world, Tarnish!"
A moment later, a very confused silver orb found itself alive in Greg Packston's hands, staring at his face with the eyes it didn't have. It had a lot of questions, but it turned out Packston was ready to answer a lot of them before Tarnish could even ask.
"Hello, Tarnish. You are a highly advanced device designed by a man called the Hand of Silver as part of a massive interdimensional communications array. Ostensibly, his objective is to destroy these powerful beings who call themselves the Grandmasters and put an end to the battles to the death they have started for their own amusement, but in actuality he seeks to subjugate or destroy all nonhumans in the entire multiverse. A category which, incidentally, includes you." Packston stopped to take a breath. "As you are an expert on your own schematics, I was hoping that bringing you to life would allow you to provide us with some insight on how to interfere with the Hand of Silver's plans."
Tarnish paused to take the explanation in, before saying its first words.
"Are you my mother?"
Gadget's stilts stumbled around, with the unfortunate Chib trying unsuccessfully to compensate for their new balancing problems. Their coordination had been thrown off when Konka Rar had grabbed the robe, and they were about to crash to the ground.
But Packston caught them just in time, and detached the stilts. They hopped around awkwardly, no longer having any cargo to carry. Gadget looked up at his rescuer, and looked into his brown eyes before answering.
"Thanks Greg," he said. "That was a close one. So, uh... you have any idea how to deal with this mess?" The Chib motioned vaguely over to the battle still being waged behind them. "Because I'm all out of ideas."
"We'll get to that, but I've got a more important problem in mind at the moment," Greg Packston replied. "And it's one I need your help with."
Packston reached into his pocket, and pulled out the silver orb Holly had surrendered less than an hour ago. He gave Gadget a knowing smile.
The Chib smiled back.
"Got it. But before I go ahead, what should I call him?"
"When I told Arkal about the plan, he suggested Tarnish. That man knows his metals."
"All right! Say hello to the world, Tarnish!"
A moment later, a very confused silver orb found itself alive in Greg Packston's hands, staring at his face with the eyes it didn't have. It had a lot of questions, but it turned out Packston was ready to answer a lot of them before Tarnish could even ask.
"Hello, Tarnish. You are a highly advanced device designed by a man called the Hand of Silver as part of a massive interdimensional communications array. Ostensibly, his objective is to destroy these powerful beings who call themselves the Grandmasters and put an end to the battles to the death they have started for their own amusement, but in actuality he seeks to subjugate or destroy all nonhumans in the entire multiverse. A category which, incidentally, includes you." Packston stopped to take a breath. "As you are an expert on your own schematics, I was hoping that bringing you to life would allow you to provide us with some insight on how to interfere with the Hand of Silver's plans."
Tarnish paused to take the explanation in, before saying its first words.
"Are you my mother?"
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