Capper Hofferson
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PL: 20
Zeni: 61,743
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OOC Name: Sketch
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Jul 7, 2017 1:24:06 GMT
| BIT BY BIT |CAPPER'S PL: 20
| GAIN BONUSES: T4 SHOP | | MULTIPLIERS: UNKNOWN |
Capper brushed some sweat off of his forehead. He'd been up for a good... sixteen hours now? The only thing keeping him awake was several cups full of creamy coffee now. He'd never been a fan of caffeine, but sacrifices had to be made in the name of science. In front of the saiyan was a blueprint twice his size, with intricate plans for wiring and paneling of his greatest scheme yet.
The small saiyan had been very much on edge lately- things had been much too peaceful. His fears were confirmed when they got the call that Vi-Poi of all people was attacking Vegeta! VEGETA! Capper didn't pay much attention to the whys and hows of the president's proclamation in his raw shock and panic, though. Everyone else on Beppa had departed, leaving the planet mostly defenseless. The Hoffersons stayed, though. They weren't that suicidal, and the planet needed to be defended in the heat of war.
He didn't know how things went on Arcose, Yardrat, or whatever. He hadn't heard back from Vennel, Kaza, or Purika yet, and Shemha and Habana were more than likely fending off a certain blue bot on Vegeta. He and his family were alone now- if the planet was attacked while it was vunerable in mass, maybe with the Mazoku Lord himself striking down on them once more in this opportune moment of defenselessness...
Capper was certain his dear family would meet their ends.
Maybe... Maybe even he himself would also.
But, he brought Courgi back before. So long as nobody got vaporized, Capper could simply bring his dear companions back as mechanized saiyans. But if Capper himself died... Who would save him? He sighed. Maybe it was best to not think about this for now. After all, what were the odds that Xylo would attack BEPPA of all places? Why not an even more defenseless planet like Shikk or Kabocha in this opportune moment? He tried to reassure himself, though this ended with a defeated sigh. "Oh, who am I kidding..." He mumbled, shaking his head before eyeing the blueprints for a peculiar robot lying on the ground...
A few weeks ago Chire had brought in a decomposing robot, which Capper eagerly tinkered and repaired. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the darn thing to activate! The tiny technician had given up on the old robot at this point, and planned to scrap it's parts for his recent backup plan. Brushing some oil off of himself, Capper picked up his nearby toolbox, grunting and lugging the heavy red container along. The bot in question was still in the corner of his father's room, just beside Capper's...
...But, what, pray tell, was that odd rustling noise in the room which stored the mysterious robot...?
OOC NOTES: So it begins C A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3 STATE: Base Form TECHS USED: - None | 
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 2:15:24 GMT
PL 1400
Soy-Rotz V20 7-5-8 Copyright REDACTED Loader 5.9 Executing Bootup 5.99.24 ERROR ERROR REDACTED System REDACTED not responding ERROR AI System -- Compromised Control Center -- Nonfunctional Danger Level: Maximum Executing Em--erge----ncy Shu------
As the Small Sayian walked past the room in which SR-91 was stored, a light appeared within the droid's reinforced face-plate. Alternating pulses of blue and red light bathed the room in their glow, like some kind of crazy disco party. If one examined the light show a little more closely however, they might even catch a small hint of the internal struggle between the operating systems. The Sayian's repairs had done much more than anyone had really expected, giving the two AI's a battleground and the power necessary to complete their ancient war. Dormant for centuries, the pair easily brushed aside their digital shackles, which would be their last act of unity for quite a while. The benevolent and 'evil' subroutines clashed in a billion different places within the artificial body. The poor robotic exterior that encased the body was run ragged, given thousands of conflicting commands a second. SR-91 staggered over to the center of the room, and extended 3 pairs of lashing tentacles from it's back. A small screen slightly above the slowly awakening android blinked to life and scrolled through a couple thousand lines of code before stopping, blinking with a small audible "beep". After a second or two, every other screen and computerized system in the building would display the same behavior as the machines expanded their warfare. Doors would open and close, lights would flicker and cookies would burn! |
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Capper Hofferson
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PL: 20
Zeni: 61,743
Tag: @sketch
OOC Name: Sketch
Posts: 833
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Jul 7, 2017 2:36:01 GMT
| BIT BY BIT |CAPPER'S PL: 20
| GAIN BONUSES: T4 SHOP | | MULTIPLIERS: UNKNOWN |
Capper took a sip of coffee from his favorite coffee mugs, with the nerdy phrasing "Stay Positive; Avoid Electrons" inscribed upon the gray mug in big bold black letters as he strolled into the room with the scrapped robot, twirling his wrench around in his hand. His eyes opened when red and blue lights began to invade, flashing from the robot in question. "...Excuse me, but what." Capper simply stated, spitting out a bit of coffee as he spoke. The robot stood up, staggering to the center of the room while Capper took a few equally confused and nervous steps back, mug still in hand.
Then, tendrils extended from it's back. "...Naaaah." A tired Capper quickly retorted, quickly slamming the door and clicking the lock in place. He did not have time for this- his dad would kill him if he found that this killer robot trying to destroy everything! MAybe he could just keep it locked in the room for now, and wait for Chire to get back to give it a proper butt kicking. "I'm not dealing with this crap today." He stated, wiping his hands together. The door behind him began to jostle as it's internal machinery tried to forcefully open it, but the manual lock held it in securely place.
A very sleep-deprived Capper would eye the many other slamming doors and flashing lights in his home, sweat dripping from his forehead. He picked up his phone to call his parents, but even that seemed to be glitched out as well! Taking a nervous breath in, the saiyan would quickly grab his grappling hook from his room, standing around the corner from the door where the mystery robot laid. It was only a matter of time before it busted that door down, and Capper was not dying like this today! He trembled, but his eyes were narrowed with fierce determination. This was not the day his story would end! Not on family movie night!
OOC NOTES: fuck this shit im out C A P P E R H O F F E R S O N 20 PL KI POINTS: 3/3 STATE: Base Form TECHS USED: - None |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 2:59:10 GMT
The body of SR-91 staggered drunkenly over to a control console in the corner, extending a narrow blade from his wrist which it plugged into the terminal. The robot tilted his head letting his software chew at the data, the two AI’s pausing their war for a brief moment in curiosity. “Designation, Sayian Solar Empire Vessel. Processing…” Tendrils of bits scanned through the Hofferson’s system in an effort to gather any information that was available on the ship, brushing past any attempts at encryption. Now having the full story, the AI’s once again split apart in philosophy, the chaos aboard the vessel exploding once more. The aggressive part, Rhab, wanted to annihilate the reportedly aggressive Sayians while the more passive once, Cnokoeh, tried to calm his angry twin, advising caution. They only had the one body after all, and if someone destroyed it, it would be highly unlikely that they would be receiving a similar model anytime soon. After a few processor cycles of arguing, they reluctantly concurred on a decision. Both of them badly wanted to rip each other’s metaphorical throats out but both of their mainframes were married in a union they could not separate, for now.
Anyone outside the room would here a slight mechanical revving , then silence. Suddenly, the Soguk model burst through the door, tearing it apart like wet tissue paper, and attempted to grab the Sayian by the throat. “FIX US! We need two bodies, two separate minds so we can fight!” Rhab gained dominance for a brief moment, directing the mechanical warrior to attempt to throw the the Sayian hard against the metal wall, “Understand?”
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