Post by Otto on Dec 16, 2015 19:02:25 GMT
The sands of the Diablo stirred, kicked up into the air like an infinite swarm of gnats. Otto's vision was blurred, all he could be thankful for was the glass HUD display in his helmet that kept the sand out of his eyes. His dinner had been ruined by the sudden upturn of sand, snuffing out the fire and clinging to the meat of a large scorpion that was penetrated by a makeshift metal bar. Behind the cooking fire was a small remnant of a ship, scorched metal roughly in the shape of a cylinder.
Otto had arrived on the planet some time ago, his captain's ship caught in the crossfire of the saiyan invasion of earth. Otto had sealed the crew's fate when he jettisoned the engine core to ensure his own escape. For the first time in his life he was free to do as he pleased, a thought so shocking to him that he had spent the past weeks living in indecision. He had no idea what to do with himself, where to go, or where he might belong. Earth was his home planet, but he knew nothing about it. For the greater part of the month he spent his time napping, scouting out his general area, and searching for resources. He truly had found a simple enjoyment in not being stuck inside a metal cage, he hadn't been outside of a ship since his early childhood.
It was disappointing that Otto's dinner was a bust. He turned to tinkering with a loose wire on his powersuit, trying to tuck it back into its proper place. He was so preoccupied by the task that he would completely miss the approach of another. With a violent sandstorm raging, the large metal cylinder might be an ideal spot for someone looking to hold up against the weather.
Otto had arrived on the planet some time ago, his captain's ship caught in the crossfire of the saiyan invasion of earth. Otto had sealed the crew's fate when he jettisoned the engine core to ensure his own escape. For the first time in his life he was free to do as he pleased, a thought so shocking to him that he had spent the past weeks living in indecision. He had no idea what to do with himself, where to go, or where he might belong. Earth was his home planet, but he knew nothing about it. For the greater part of the month he spent his time napping, scouting out his general area, and searching for resources. He truly had found a simple enjoyment in not being stuck inside a metal cage, he hadn't been outside of a ship since his early childhood.
It was disappointing that Otto's dinner was a bust. He turned to tinkering with a loose wire on his powersuit, trying to tuck it back into its proper place. He was so preoccupied by the task that he would completely miss the approach of another. With a violent sandstorm raging, the large metal cylinder might be an ideal spot for someone looking to hold up against the weather.