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Speed has a minion!
Bug the Bartholomew
Bug the Bartholomew
Speed
Legacy Name: Speed
The
Storm CadogreOwner:
SkylinneAge: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: August 24th, 2009
Adopted: 12 years, 5 months, 2 days ago
Adopted: November 17th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 18
- Strength: 21
- Defense: 15
- Speed: 42
- Health: 15
- HP: 15/15
- Intelligence: 3
- Books Read: 2
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
[ OMG STILL WIP ]
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"You can't win against a machine. It's a fact. A sad fact, indeed, but still a fact. Get used to it and give my money, will ya?
His head was somewhere else. Dante could see it, the droids could see it, and most likely his superior could see it aswell, but he didn't care. Well, 75% of his robotic brain didn't care, but unfortunately or not, they decided to keep his human conscience when they made him, so a tiny pit part of Speed was bothered with all this lack of attention. "Mann..." he mumbled to his companion as they finished extracting a few newly discovered bones from the excavation site back to the truck. "I wonder if this is how humans feel when they're high. I don't even remember anymore."
Since it was raining heavily, the lazy humans decided to put all of the droids to work for them, instead of getting their pretty asses wet, and both Speed and Dante, the only digging nanodroids in the team, had to overlook their minion's work. "But when I think of it, having only machines working probably causes less accidents, and surely goes faster." Each robot could easily carry twice their weight, and with the ground wet, they were still way more stable than any human being would ever dream to be. The path from the big whole they made on the wall back to the equally big truck was short, but was one hell of a climb. The first few meters could be beated up easily, but it got more and more inclined as they went up. As they placed the ancestral dinossaur bone in the back of the vehicle, another group, consisting of two robots that carried what appeared to be a leg bone joined them. "Sir, this was the last one." Speed nodded and looked over to Dante. His white hair was almost brown, so wet and dirty it was, although it suited better his yellow eyes, a common characteristic of the nanodroids. His working overalls, and probably even his underwear, weren't much different at the moment. "Finally, we've been down here for hours! Let's go back to the station and rub some dust in the Commander's eyes."
"You do know I can hear you, don't you, Speed?" A voice echoed on his ears.
"Why exactly you think I said it so loudly, sir?" The nanodroid replied, amused. "You know, sir. This is one of the big disadvantages of being a nanodroid. I can't even swear without you guys making a fuss of it!" Dante laughed, but the Commander remained serious. "You're not suppose to swear, idiot. Now get your ass and those Lisenothosaurus bones back to the station, asap!"
The Main Station of the Central America Excavations, commonly know as "Mascae" and lovely dubbed "Mother" for it's residents, was around 186 miles away from their location, but the truck did had four poweful engines and seven turbines, so they managed to get there rather fast.
"Finally!" Speed was the first to climb down the vehycle, and was greeted by the Commander's square wrinkled face. "You should smile more, sir." He said. "And you shouldn't smile, nano." The older man replied. "Now where are my bones?" Speed rolled his eyes and pointed to the back of the truck. "Can I go now? Or you'll need me for something else?" He had a race that night, and he didn't want to be late. "Yeah, yeah. Go try and kill yourself with those scumbags. Try to succeed for once." The white-haired man smiled and left to the cargo bay, but not before washing up all the earth glued to his head and under his fingernails and changing to a black driver suit with a few grey lines on it's sides. With just a small wave to the guards stationed there, they smirked to him and watched as he grabbed his hoverbike and left towards the rain.
Even though his bike had a considerable max potency, and that Speed didn't rode under such number the whole way, it was already dark once he arrived to the 7.E. town. The streets were tight and there weren't many people in the beggining, but as he approached his destination deeper and deeper into the heart of the city, the murmur of voices got louder and louder until he reached the very underground core, where all the hover racer were gathering, awaiting for the sprints to being.
As he slowed down, his helmet receded to the back of his head and down his neck, where the gadget responsable for controlling it lied. Besides begin totally wet, again, he was happy that he arrived, apparently, on time. "How late am I?" He asked to the black bald man in front of him, dressed in a orange shirt and black pants with a tribal design on it, who smiled upon seeing Speed. "Not more than usual, friend. Lucky you, there's still one who hasn't arrived yet." He patted the man on the shoulder. "Lucky me, Biggo, lucky me." With one hand he pulled his bike towards the start line and greeted the other competitors, but he knew none of them. Biggo walked in front of them little time after that, and all the people around laid their attentions on him. "Calm down peps, let's give the last fella five more minutes, than we start this shit once and for all." But five minutes passed, and the last rider never showed up. Speed was quietly scanning his engine tuning when he heard Biggo's voice again, loud and provocative. "Apparently, we have a fledgeling! So, what you say about we start this shit like RIGHT NOW?!" The crowd all around him screamed in excitment. "So gents, bring up your helms and turn up your beauties!" As an answer, the stunning sound of four highly tunned turbine engines where resonating through the windows, tearing lively screams out of the spectators throats. "Ya'll ready, guys?" Biggo asked, and the four man nodded from behind their helmets. The black man grabbed a little glowling ball from inside of his pockets. "Than let's start the countdown!" He screamed as he threw the ball up and it transformed into three different balls, aligned horizontally.
At that moment, Speed forgot about everything. Nothing existed besides those three dots floating in front of him on the night's sky. First, the lower ball turned yellow, a second later the middle ball also showed a yellow color, followed by the upper one. Another quick second passed and, when all three balls turned into green, they exploded, and the hoverbikes accelerated. The race began.
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His head was somewhere else. Dante could see it, the droids could see it, and most likely his superior could see it aswell, but he didn't care. Well, 75% of his robotic brain didn't care, but unfortunately or not, they decided to keep his human conscience when they made him, so a tiny pit part of Speed was bothered with all this lack of attention. "Mann..." he mumbled to his companion as they finished extracting a few newly discovered bones from the excavation site back to the truck. "I wonder if this is how humans feel when they're high. I don't even remember anymore."
Since it was raining heavily, the lazy humans decided to put all of the droids to work for them, instead of getting their pretty asses wet, and both Speed and Dante, the only digging nanodroids in the team, had to overlook their minion's work. "But when I think of it, having only machines working probably causes less accidents, and surely goes faster." Each robot could easily carry twice their weight, and with the ground wet, they were still way more stable than any human being would ever dream to be. The path from the big whole they made on the wall back to the equally big truck was short, but was one hell of a climb. The first few meters could be beated up easily, but it got more and more inclined as they went up. As they placed the ancestral dinossaur bone in the back of the vehicle, another group, consisting of two robots that carried what appeared to be a leg bone joined them. "Sir, this was the last one." Speed nodded and looked over to Dante. His white hair was almost brown, so wet and dirty it was, although it suited better his yellow eyes, a common characteristic of the nanodroids. His working overalls, and probably even his underwear, weren't much different at the moment. "Finally, we've been down here for hours! Let's go back to the station and rub some dust in the Commander's eyes."
"You do know I can hear you, don't you, Speed?" A voice echoed on his ears.
"Why exactly you think I said it so loudly, sir?" The nanodroid replied, amused. "You know, sir. This is one of the big disadvantages of being a nanodroid. I can't even swear without you guys making a fuss of it!" Dante laughed, but the Commander remained serious. "You're not suppose to swear, idiot. Now get your ass and those Lisenothosaurus bones back to the station, asap!"
The Main Station of the Central America Excavations, commonly know as "Mascae" and lovely dubbed "Mother" for it's residents, was around 186 miles away from their location, but the truck did had four poweful engines and seven turbines, so they managed to get there rather fast.
"Finally!" Speed was the first to climb down the vehycle, and was greeted by the Commander's square wrinkled face. "You should smile more, sir." He said. "And you shouldn't smile, nano." The older man replied. "Now where are my bones?" Speed rolled his eyes and pointed to the back of the truck. "Can I go now? Or you'll need me for something else?" He had a race that night, and he didn't want to be late. "Yeah, yeah. Go try and kill yourself with those scumbags. Try to succeed for once." The white-haired man smiled and left to the cargo bay, but not before washing up all the earth glued to his head and under his fingernails and changing to a black driver suit with a few grey lines on it's sides. With just a small wave to the guards stationed there, they smirked to him and watched as he grabbed his hoverbike and left towards the rain.
Even though his bike had a considerable max potency, and that Speed didn't rode under such number the whole way, it was already dark once he arrived to the 7.E. town. The streets were tight and there weren't many people in the beggining, but as he approached his destination deeper and deeper into the heart of the city, the murmur of voices got louder and louder until he reached the very underground core, where all the hover racer were gathering, awaiting for the sprints to being.
As he slowed down, his helmet receded to the back of his head and down his neck, where the gadget responsable for controlling it lied. Besides begin totally wet, again, he was happy that he arrived, apparently, on time. "How late am I?" He asked to the black bald man in front of him, dressed in a orange shirt and black pants with a tribal design on it, who smiled upon seeing Speed. "Not more than usual, friend. Lucky you, there's still one who hasn't arrived yet." He patted the man on the shoulder. "Lucky me, Biggo, lucky me." With one hand he pulled his bike towards the start line and greeted the other competitors, but he knew none of them. Biggo walked in front of them little time after that, and all the people around laid their attentions on him. "Calm down peps, let's give the last fella five more minutes, than we start this shit once and for all." But five minutes passed, and the last rider never showed up. Speed was quietly scanning his engine tuning when he heard Biggo's voice again, loud and provocative. "Apparently, we have a fledgeling! So, what you say about we start this shit like RIGHT NOW?!" The crowd all around him screamed in excitment. "So gents, bring up your helms and turn up your beauties!" As an answer, the stunning sound of four highly tunned turbine engines where resonating through the windows, tearing lively screams out of the spectators throats. "Ya'll ready, guys?" Biggo asked, and the four man nodded from behind their helmets. The black man grabbed a little glowling ball from inside of his pockets. "Than let's start the countdown!" He screamed as he threw the ball up and it transformed into three different balls, aligned horizontally.
At that moment, Speed forgot about everything. Nothing existed besides those three dots floating in front of him on the night's sky. First, the lower ball turned yellow, a second later the middle ball also showed a yellow color, followed by the upper one. Another quick second passed and, when all three balls turned into green, they exploded, and the hoverbikes accelerated. The race began.
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