The Great Unknown [ETORU] [CLOSED] Feb 4, 2017 15:17:34 GMT
Post by Capper Hofferson on Feb 4, 2017 15:17:34 GMT
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
It had been a few hours since the... failed journey to gather the Dragonballs on Namek. Capper sat in the hull of the ship, fumbling with parts of machinery. Long, flexible pipes, jars of a strange, cyan liquid with an eerie glow, and plenty of white panels, glass pieces, and other gizmos and gadgets. The saiyan lied on his back, his feet kicking a little while he examined a blueprint for a Rejuvenation Chamber. Biting his teeth, the saiyan's heart still hammered in his chest. It was all on him now. Etoru's life was in the tiny saiyan's hands. And boy, was it stressful.
Turning his head around with a worried expression, Capper would eye Etoru's limp, dismembered form with a pang of shame and sorrow. It he hadn't insisted on going to Namek- if he hadn't been the selfish clod, this would have never happened. It was his fault his mother died, it was his fault Etoru was incapacitated, it was his fault the Saiyan Solar Empire would fall, it was his fault Xylo won. But the truth hurt sometimes. His friend didn't deserve this.
Capper's mind trailed to his family on Vegeta... What were they thinking right now? Worry over him and his mother? Anger? Sorrow? Capper's broken scouter sparked in rebuttal when he hovered his finger over the button the call his father. He couldn't let them know that he failed. He couldn't let them know his mother-- his father's wife-- died this day. He was no Solar Saiyan, and he sure as hell was no Hofferson. Just a traitorous clod with only one thing to loose.
Yet, a new fire burned inside Capper. At heart, he wanted to go back to his family still, and he wanted to stop being a burden, however he could even do that to begin with. He still wanted to fight back, to help! The tiny mechanic was tired of sitting on the sidelines and watching helplessly, unable to do a thing to help his friends without screwing them over. Train...? The engineer would now consider it.
Capper began to place a few white panels on the outer shell of the half-built Rejuvenation Chamber hastily, picking up a drill and sliding several bolts into place. It was hard to prioritize speed with his crappy vision, as the result of his cracked Scouter. His mother's shoulder guard, while once tied around his own shoulder, was now tightly tied around Etoru's missing arm as a tourniquet. Every ten minutes or so, Capper would always check on his friend's condition to make sure he was still alive. He just wished he could have done more...
Setting down the blueprints for the Rejuvenation Chamber, Capper would eye a few of his own sketches for a robot arm and leg for Etoru. He had began to draw some concepts right after they left, but then decided to prioritize healing his friend.
Looking quite hopeless and glum still, Capper knew Etoru's future was still grim. He put the ship's boosters into full effect to hasten to Earth, pushing aside his concerns about fuel conservation. It was likely they might crash now, but they had to get to Earth before his friend's blood loss took full effect. He made a promise that they would survive. And Capper was going to do everything in his power to keep that promise. Turning his head around, the saiyan would raise a brow in concern as he eyed Etoru's limp form in the hull's seat... No. He was alive. He was going to survive. His mother couldn't make it... But Etoru was still here. And Capper wouldn't be a burden this time.