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((I’ll leave this open as a normal thread for a bit then pop back in later tonight.))
“We are entering Earth’s airspace.”
Drang turns towards the much larger shadow beside him.
“You should find a suitable challenge, WorldBreaker. This planet has grown some rather formidable creatures. They are called...chit...kratchka...Metahuams.” He’s able to form the words after a few insectoid clicks.
“Planet MW-3 Earth, North...chit...America. Paradigm Academy.” Drang speaks again as the shadow stands, peering at the planet now visible through the front visor of their ship.
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Sunny Day at Paradigm Academy! Who’s out and about!?
A Paradigm student flashes a big grin at a funny little robot before running away with their lunch tray.
"That is not my name! Beep."
AFANO yells back at junior agent as he runs off. It looked like he was the last student in line. Looking back at his kitchen is looks like AFANO has a good bit of cleaning to do before starting the dinner prep.
Arman is on a bench somewhere outside, sitting with a book in his hands. He seems to be reading intensely. Anyone who looks at him can see he's reading 1984, because he was told that's a book for smart people.
"Say, I like green eggs and ham," he mumbles to himself, because he's really reading Green Eggs and Ham.
The servant skulks through the cryo bay, clearing the deck of debris and dead skin with a rudimentary broom. His artificial legs clank with each monotonous step.
Though blind, even he can tell that the space is dreary and hopeless. He can hear the competing beats of many trophies trapped inside their cocoons. Unconscious and unaware of their fate.
His mouth clicks involuntarily, reverberating through the space. The servant continues its assigned chore, lest he risk the WorldBreaker's wrath.
Kanon is dancing around in the legendary fountain of Paradigm, giving an impromptu concert as last night went really, really good. She's currently singing along to the music pumping in her headphones while firing off rhythmic blasts of light and sound allow anyone nearby to hear as well.
"woah-woah-Woah-WOAH-EXPLODE!"
She fires a 360 degree rainbow around her on the word 'explode'.
AFAN0 is alarmed by the boom and looks out to a sea of worried students in the cafeteria.
"Fear not junior agents! I will beep-investigate the situation!"
AFAN0's floating pod body disengages from his bare-bones multi arm cooking frame and into a new bipedal frame! He however forgets how to import images into a proboards post because its been 4 years, but imagine it looks like the fat multi-player dude from portal 2.
« Last Edit: Aug 15, 2019 21:09:54 GMT -6 by A.F.A.N.O. - Reason: Did I do it? »
John's filling out paperwork with A groan as he yearns for the action and adventure of the past. When he hears the BOOM, he rushes to the window, looking out into the sky!
The ship lands in the courtyard, the wind blowing leaves from the tree as it come to a stop. It only stays that way for a moment however before a door slides open with a short ramp, and two figures emerge.
The small one has his hands folded in front of him, smiling a toothy grin.
“Greetings...clik...where are the champions of this solar system?”
Dr. Drang looks over Arman as he approaches, the two of them how standing at the end of the ramp. Arman feels a tingle in his brain as Drang stares.
“...click. You are not the champion of this world. You may step aside, the WorldBreaker has no need to waste his time on the lesser game of this planet.”
Drang tilts his head at Kanon.
“HE is Drang. And his mind is far more superior to that of the apes...and he is a big bug.” Couldn’t refute everything.
The servant felt the ship’s gravity switch from artificial to real, indicating their arrival. The hull wasn’t designed for atmospheric re-entry but that never stopped the Worldbreaker or his pet Krang from making a show of the hunt. The creature shuddered at the prospect of cleaning more cryopods and repairing sheared hull plating.
As the vessel touched down and the landing ramp released, the drone was tempted to circle around the corridors for a glimpse at the Worldbreaker’s latest prey. But he decided against it, knowing the master’s methods all too well.
So he returned to his cleaning, awaiting the arrival of new trophies to plant in cryopods.
« Last Edit: Aug 16, 2019 11:12:28 GMT -6 by "Drone" »
WorldBreaker tilts his head just slightly at the assbreaker comment, causing Drang to look his way before giving a few clicks, followed by what sounds like an air release coming from WorldBreaker. Arman can find a bench, but it’s a good 30 feet or so away by Kanon.
“A fight? So primitive, fights are more avoidable. The WorkdBreaker seeks...click-thrang....a hunt, contest...click...GLORY.”