Vainglorious Vestiges Nov 4, 2022 0:08:01 GMT -5
Post by Curie on Nov 4, 2022 0:08:01 GMT -5
|Vainglorious Vestiges| - Curie's PL: 35,000 (Antisense)
Science could explain any number of phenomena. Of this fact, Curie had complete faith; the spiritual and the magical existed, most certainly, but they themselves held their own kind of "science," adhered to their own rules, built their own laws. They made sense, if only in an abstract, self-refferential way.
Science, however, could not explain why so many pods crash landed on plant. The air- discounting the festering crags, of course -was normal, and gravity hovered only slightly above the galactic mean. The terrain was rugged, varied in height, but hardly colossal. Cloud cover was high, but not excessively so. There was absolutely nothing to suggest that it would be a hotspot for traffic accidents; yet, there seemed to be spacepod wreckage on every corner of the planet.
Alongside all the other wreckage, that is. Plant was certainly not want for ruins.
But sometimes, it was nice to do some cleaning. Not that Curie would ever do anything so boring; no, her reason for patching up this stray pod in the Saiba wastes was decidedly less altruistic. Half of her just wanted to see how well she could do- the model was nearly a hundred years old. Whoever drove this thing was already eaten by some Saibaman's great-great-great grandfather, and the moss was all to eager to claim new territory. To say it was in poor shape was an understatement.
But it was the challenge, then, that made it worthwhile; when faced with an unfixable object, her inner repair-droid couldn't help but fix it.
So, thus began the loud clattering that had continued for a few days straight. Saibamen and various other wild beasts occasionally stopped by to spectate her, but otherwise, she'd been alone, causing quite the ruckus as she cut, welded, polished and assembled.
She was making progress, too- from it's previous state as an unsalvagable pod, it was coming along nicely. If you squinted, you could even say that it might fly again, someday... but that day certainly wasn't today, and Curie had far more work to do.
Sliding out from underneath the pod, Curie breathed a sigh of satisfaction. There was truly nothing better then testing yourself, no?