Post by Dr. Breech on Jul 13, 2016 2:44:46 GMT
"It's time."
Breech slowly stepped out into the rocky plains of the Gizard Wastes. A heavy, hot wind blew through the air as dozens of Cycloid machines piled into an absolutely massive warship. It was capable of holding hundreds of Cycloids, but at the moment, Breeches supply of mono-eyed warbots barely broke the two dozen range. The Doctor watched from a high ridge, his eyes narrowed at the sight of his magnificent space-fairing vessel. A group of smaller droids were carrying boxes upon boxes of supplies; mostly materials for repairs, as well as a few boxes of rations on the very off chance that any of them would need to eat organic food.
With an elegant leap, Breech descended towards the ship, landing next to the loading bay as the last handful of machines had made their way in. He closed the large ramp with the click of an internal button, and the backside of the ship closed off completely.
Breech slowly made his way to the opposite end of the ship, sending out his messenger drones to the ones who would be accompanying him: Contagion, Zyajin, SR-81, and oddest of all, Rebecca. This team wasn't exactly the strongest in the galaxy, but Breech was certain they'd be able to handle any resistance they came across while on Konats. After all, assuming his research was correct, most of the strongest fighters in the galaxy circulated around Earth.
As he reached the main entrance to the ship -a large vault-like door situated on the right side- he quickly opened it, making his way for the control bridge. He made it to there in short time, resting comfortably in the captain's chair. A myriad of droids worked tirelessly beneath him, setting their coordinates for Planet Konats.
Soon enough, the ship detached from the ground, lifting into the sky at high speeds. There next target was only a day away, but every minute felt like eternity for the good Doctor. He drummed his fingers on his chair's armrest, glaring at the inky blackness of space.
"Only a few more hours... Then we shall have a planet to call our own..."
With an elegant leap, Breech descended towards the ship, landing next to the loading bay as the last handful of machines had made their way in. He closed the large ramp with the click of an internal button, and the backside of the ship closed off completely.
Breech slowly made his way to the opposite end of the ship, sending out his messenger drones to the ones who would be accompanying him: Contagion, Zyajin, SR-81, and oddest of all, Rebecca. This team wasn't exactly the strongest in the galaxy, but Breech was certain they'd be able to handle any resistance they came across while on Konats. After all, assuming his research was correct, most of the strongest fighters in the galaxy circulated around Earth.
As he reached the main entrance to the ship -a large vault-like door situated on the right side- he quickly opened it, making his way for the control bridge. He made it to there in short time, resting comfortably in the captain's chair. A myriad of droids worked tirelessly beneath him, setting their coordinates for Planet Konats.
Soon enough, the ship detached from the ground, lifting into the sky at high speeds. There next target was only a day away, but every minute felt like eternity for the good Doctor. He drummed his fingers on his chair's armrest, glaring at the inky blackness of space.
"Only a few more hours... Then we shall have a planet to call our own..."
