Re: The Battle Majestic (Round 1 - Bubble Universe)
02-08-2010, 06:10 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
<And here I keep thinking it's a miracle we all speak the same language...>
Jacob set his sword against the wall, kneeling beside the robot. It was an old model, and the metal had worn down and warped in places. Despite these apparent blemishes, it seemed to be fairly well built, and probably would have lasted several more decades of... whatever it did before everyone left, anyway.
Something about that thought kept bothering him, but again he brushed it aside. He'd deal with it the next time it came up. The robot was his main concern right now. Jacob rolled the thing onto its back. It was fairly heavy, but that wasn't particularly suprising; it was a robot, after all.
He was greeted by the sight of absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. <Hmph. You'd think they'd put an access panel somewhere on the... Wait.> He peered closer, brushing away what little dust had somehow gotten underneath the machine. Sure enough, there was a thin, barely visible square scratch that enclosed a sizable portion of the robot's backside. Jacob, seing no other method of opening it, placed his hand on the center of the square and pushed.
Nothing happened.
Jacob set his sword against the wall, kneeling beside the robot. It was an old model, and the metal had worn down and warped in places. Despite these apparent blemishes, it seemed to be fairly well built, and probably would have lasted several more decades of... whatever it did before everyone left, anyway.
Something about that thought kept bothering him, but again he brushed it aside. He'd deal with it the next time it came up. The robot was his main concern right now. Jacob rolled the thing onto its back. It was fairly heavy, but that wasn't particularly suprising; it was a robot, after all.
He was greeted by the sight of absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. <Hmph. You'd think they'd put an access panel somewhere on the... Wait.> He peered closer, brushing away what little dust had somehow gotten underneath the machine. Sure enough, there was a thin, barely visible square scratch that enclosed a sizable portion of the robot's backside. Jacob, seing no other method of opening it, placed his hand on the center of the square and pushed.
Nothing happened.