Post by Taori on Dec 23, 2022 14:05:10 GMT -5
TAORI'S PL: 80,000 | ALPINIA'S PL: 2,000 |
ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: None |
How many months had it been, exactly? Taori wasn't actually sure. All he knew was that he'd been bored out of his mind being stuck on this rock. It was nice having Alpinia around, at least, but that also meant she'd been stuck growing progressively more and more bored every day being stranded.
Their ship had encountered some unfortunate difficulties on the way home - those difficulties being some sort of pirate crew who had blasted their ship out of space. Luckily (and unluckily) they'd managed to steer their crash course onto a nearby, small planet, where they had been stuck for the last several months, trying and failing to fix their ship back up.
"Remind me to tip our maintenance guys better when we get back to Plant," Taori half joked as he craned over the maintenance manual of the ship. He'd never exactly been of a technologically capable mind, nor had Alpinia, so this whole thing had been an immense struggle. Too immense of a struggle, if you asked Taori. And it wouldn't have been so bad if all their communication devices hadn't also been fried by this planet's weird atmosphere. At least the fruit that grew on the trees around the planet tasted decent.
"We could ask our monkey friend if he has any better ideas, again." Alpinia suggested as she peered over Taori's shoulder. "Ah, yeah," Taori half grumbled, "That guy." Still, he was pretty much at a dead end, here. And the monkey was apparently infinitely old and wise. Or, at least infinitely old. Their ship hadn't crash landed far from the strange, otherworldly tomb that the monkey had been bound to, so it didn't take very long for Taori to arrive with the manual in hand.
"Hey, Shorty," he called out to the beast bound by chains beyond mortal comprehension. "You ready for another round of trying to help us fix modern technology so we can go get you help to break out of your ancient technology?"