Post by K500 on Oct 29, 2021 16:33:52 GMT -5
ANTISENSE ACTIVE
PL: 56,400
K4 laid the spread on the picnic towel, decapsuling each dish around him, balancing the weight to as not to tip over the fairy chimney. Not far in the distance was a battlefield, and although he took his visor from it, the bodies and craters and ships told a story his cogitators couldn't help but tell. He refocused on the imitation éclair, not the Banna-class space-to-air transportation vessel, riddled with bitemarks despite its marketing stating oozaru teeth couldn't sink through the hull...
Ah, blast!
He hopped off the fairy chimney, not minding its slow tilt, too focused on skipping over to the gone massacre. Sensors within him picked up on a saturation of blood and oil in the air, a faint whiff of rot, burning plastic... and the unmistakable stench of destron. Under it all, saibamen excreta — a sign of their passing.
Crouching over the first body in his path, K4 picked up the spent blaster and scanned it. Overly-designed, bulbous, pearly white. A typical tuffle model. Cracking it open, he peeled at the core insulation, careful not to set off the destron engine if, indeed, there was one. It was actually a miniaturized nuclear reactor, thoroughly useless.
The cyborg carried on deeper, the éclair made the trek less dour.
He vaulted over a charred pod, landing on a squelchy something. Looking down, the pale red slurry didn't immediately seem dead. Its biometrics were flat, however, and in places he could see the offal of a saiyan.
"Figures nobody would survive..."
With a sigh and a final bite of his treat, K4 kept looking for the source of the destron. If it could power things other than androids, then perhaps Satsuma's genius hadn't plateaued. He was something of an 'idol' to the cyborg, despite being who he was; the merc kind of wanted to see him succeed.