Dreiks heard a muffled grunt from underneath him, and jumped in suprise. This elicited a yelp, and the tan huminoid arm he had taken for scrap thrashed wildly. From under the pile issued a voice, "Would you get off of me?"
Dreiks moved back, wary of the talking scrapheap. He lead rest of the group in training their weapons on it, prepared for an attack. Another hand snaked its way out of the pile, followed by a matching red-visored helmet. It turned to look at the group. "Are you always so suspicious? Is there no brotherly love in the world? Is anyone going to dig me out?"
A two foot-long green dragonfly-like robot buzzed around his head, and then started to remove scrap metal, using its claws and mandibles to reduce slabs of inch-thick steel plating into slightly smaller slabs, with the excess dumped to the side. Once his neck was free, the figure managed to stand up, showering the assorted metal around him.
He turned to the group, after straightening his neck. The dragonfly landed on the dust-coloured robot's shoulder as he said, "I see you aren't affiliated with" a hand gesture encompassed the smoke-spewing factories "them. In that case, I am willing to join your group. My ship is currently somewhere, or rather everywhere in this junkyard, so I'm not leaving that way. Even if by some miracle I managed to get something flyable, they'd just shoot it down again."
Pistols and a strange bladed dagger flashed in his hands, and then suddenly were gone again. The air around him shimmered for a second, and he nodded approvingly. “I seem to be in good shape. Is there anything else who we're waiting for?”
As he waited for a response, the robot polished dirt off the center his chest plate, revealing a small gem set in the center, and more of the same dull metal. He then turned his attention to the ends of his shoulder pauldrons, making sure the raised areas towards the end were absolutely clean. With that out of the way, he started cleaning his visor, for a split second looking like a demented pirate who had just discovered the joys of entomology .
Zado arrived just as a member asked where “that blasted lizard” was. Fortunately, he didn't notice the comment, being more preoccupied with investigating the new additions to the group.
Ghona's armament [ March 14, 2005, 09:56 PM: Message edited by: Slife remembers the Home ]