Feeling better now, gonna post sme memes))
"Urrgh… I think I drank too much."
She moved just in time to avoid getting squashed by the falling rocks. Her growl was hardly heard by the sound the Hyperion passing by, but it didn’t matter. She was just hoping he would’t be that crazy to pilot her future ship… although she wasn’t a great pilot either.
She looked to the sky as well, only wondering if he had found something worth hijacking on the space (how could he even locate something from here?). But she’d rather leave that task for him and return to her lair; she wasn’t fond of trusting someone… but he had no visible reason to betray her, right?
Nevermind that, she knows very well where to find him if anything goes wrong.
The Cyborg had located something indeed. Having a system that allowed him to pick up signals from across space was incredibly useful. The Hyperion’s head turned and glanced back at the large pair of extra boosters it carried upon its back. That would be more than enough to get him out of orbit.
He glanced back along the beach. He couldn’t see Blackarachnia but he was pretty sure she was around, so he he shouted a “See ya soon!” over his shoulder, before being cut off by a roar of engines and lifting off into the sky.
Unfortunately for her, you could bet he was going to try and pilot that ship before he modified it.
A smile crossed the warrior’s lips as she picked up on the cyborg’s awe. She completely understood how he felt; even after living on Pandora for five years and flying through these mountains countless times, she still found fascination for the floating masses.
Circling a vine-strung chain of levitating boulders, Toruk Makto climbed high into the air. They passed through one of the many clouds that obscured visual navigation and breached through it’s top. The mountain nearest them had a flat surface, which Syayvi landed on.
While the leonopteryx crawled to the ledge, Toruk Makto glanced back at her passenger. “My people… I don’t know what they’d think of you,” she admitted. “They are less understanding than I, and more wary of anything not of Pandoran origin. With good reason.” A shrug rolled through her shoulders. “I could probably convince them of your non-hostile intentions toward us, but Na’vi trust is not easy to gain. Even now, I am not convinced I hold all of my clan’s full trust—and I’m the region’s protector.”
His visor clanked back into place before he turned his gaze to her. He didn’t want to spook her with his metal eye, not while she was connected to the leonopteryx at least. If they shared emotions over this link of theirs, scaring either could be disastrous for all three of them.
"I wouldn’t blame them if they were distrusting, or if they were down-right terrified." He confessed, gesturing to himself with a sweeping motion. "A humanoid figure, almost as tall as one of them, packing a pair of fucking huge cannons on his back?" He jabbed a thumb back at the two large weapons. "It’d make sense for them not to trust me. Even the most trustworthy person in the multiverse would look scary in my getup." He sounded as if he was joking, but it was true.
"So are all the mountains on this planet floaty?" He asked, scanning the skies slowly. "More to the point, how are they floaty? Some kinda natural anti-grav generator?” He suggested, seeing as it was his best guess.
"Everything I ‘own’ is already broken, so I don’t have to worry about re-smashing a few chairs," he snorted into his drink, before downing it and holding the glass out for another.
“‘Sides, there’s not really much to do in my hangar. I just get drunk for the sake of entertainment.”
"The only reason I still have furniture is because I learned to fix it. I learned to fix a lot of things since I started drinking." He confessed, pouring yet another glass for the biomech and himself.
"I mostly drink either for the sake of drinking, to get to sleep, or to forget my tragic backstory." He half-joked, swirling the drink in his glass idly.
"No…" she shook her head, "I live inna’ box,’ she said nonchalantly. "Do you wanna help me dig, mista metal man?"
He could actually pinpoint the moment where he felt his augmented-heart sink a little. The poor thing didn’t have a home. He forced a grin onto his face and nodded. “Sure thing kid, I’ve got a trench shovel we can use.” He told her, reached back-pack and removing the folded tool.
((Alright, I owe four replies and I’ve done my starter request, gonna get replies done then think about going to bed.))