Super Hero RPG: Chronicles of Los Diamantes

[C S]

"My skills extend far beyond creating improvised explosives, Kala" Galaak replied, his gravelly voice rumbling in his throat as he spoke. He began lowering the shuttle onto the shore of the lake, thinking about how he would start his process. Most ships were repaired after being secured in hangers. Kala's would be fixed laying on mud and silt, held in place my a Gravity Manipulator

[dinoman666]

"Doesn't mean you couldn't do it by accident..." Kala muttered, amused.

[C S]

"The Ascatian trained in ship maintenance? Accidentally turning an interstellar drive into a bomb?" Galaak replied, before laughing dryly. "And an elite soldier is at risk of shooting them self while on the battlefield?" he added afterwards, getting up from his seat once the shuttle was positioned favorably.

[dinoman666]

"Aw, did I offend your engineering sensibilities?" Kala cooed, adding a chuckle soon after.

[C S]

As Galaak started walking out of the cockpit, he gave E-doch and order from the wrist device. The metal arms gripping Kala's legs retracted back into the floor, while the Cephian was given a mild electric shock by those overhead before they released. The Ascatian began chuckling himself as he got ready to descend...

[dinoman666]

Kala's suit seized for only a second, before finally loosening, allowing the Cephian to stomp after Galaak. "I'll take that as a yes..."

[C S]

"I will not ask much of you beyond never underestimate my capabilities, even if you are simply joking" Galaak said over his shoulder to Kala, the airlock compartment entrance opening a few feet ahead of him...

[dinoman666]

"I don't remember ever having said that..." Kala said innocently, following Galaak through the airlock...

[C S]

By now, Galaak's excursion suit was spreading over his body, the jet black metallic suit enclosing his form in seconds. "Did that shock scramble your memory? Or have you yet to thaw out after your time in the chamber?" he said before stepping into the bright white beam...

[dinoman666]

"You know, that sense of humor of yours is getting rather annoying," Kala remarked jokingly...

[C S]

The explorer did not have time to respond before he was being lowered to the other craft, his ship scanning the extent of damage in detail and selecting the most suitable equipment for the repairs.

[dinoman666]

Kala fell slowly after Galaak, staring at his ship. He didn't feel any particular remorse for the damage (he had stolen the ship, after all, so he didn't have any particular attachment to it), but he was very annoyed at Zakai still for causing all this...

[C S]

Just a moment after Galaak landed on the hull of the shuttle, several large containers began drifting down from the cruiser, each containing the tools necessary for the job. Galaak grabbed a few of the containers while the others continued to be suspended in the glowing field before he headed into the damaged vessel...

[dinoman666]

"Have fun in there!" Kala called, stepping down from the hull of the shuttle upon landing. "It's pretty cramped for someone your size!"

[C S]

The Ascatian, hunched over as he navigated the ship, knew that fact before Kala spoke. With the tool containers in hand, he made his way through the relatively small passage through the ship, the walls lined with lights and displays that were dark and inactive...

[dinoman666]

Kala's former shuttle was puny compared to E-doch or the Cephian warship, and was certainly not intended for Ascatians. It consisted of fairly basic passages that led from the cockpit to the engine section of the ship, where much of the ship's systems could be accessed. The corridor was rather cramped for Galaak, as well as waterlogged from its nap in the marsh earlier...

[C S]

When the water began to hinder Galaak's progress, he started to call upon his powers, the liquid spreading around him or evaporating all together, the transition being marked by a mist rising from the pool within the metal corridor. Once he arrived at the engine block, Galaak pressed the containers against the machine and stepped back. Entering an order from his wrist device, the containers split apart into automated mechanical limbs mounted with tools. Some were meant to weld, some were meant to cut, some were meant to rewire and others were meant to sort. All of them started tending to the ship's propulsion system, each one serving to accomplish a certain task simultaneously.

Meanwhile, the droid was being lowered onto the ship as well, taking the other containers on the way down and heading into the shuttle. Being much smaller and slender, it had an easier time traversing the crashed ship than its Ascatian creator...

[dinoman666]

Kala took the time to look around the area, enjoying the scenery, at least, and vaguely wondering how long the repairs would take...

[Godzilla Forever]

Aya was soon on her way to do her route. She checked her trusty sidearm, proud that she never had needed to fire it. Hopefully, she never will. Placing it back in its holster, Aya soon headed into her cruiser, started it up, and after a long night of horrifying nightmares and upsetting visuals, she hoped today would be a bit more... placid.

[Giratina93]

To say that Dr. Craven's lab was a mess would be a grave understatement. Machine parts and test tubes were strewn around all over the place, along with old papers and other unidentifiable objects. several computers lined up one wall ofthe lab, and attached to them were numerous flasks, Budson Burners, and other lab equipment. But th emost peculiar thing about this lab were the machines wandering around. There were only a few of them, but they were incredibly odd. About 4 feet long, they resembled sea scorpions, with flat heads, 6 main limbs, and 2 large pincers. But where the otherwise harmless tail would be was a hidden dart gun, loaded with a lethal toxin that dissolved flesh at the chemical level. THese were Dr. Craven's pride, his special security guards... and his assassins. The scientist walked over to one, whichwhirled around and cirped at his presence. Immediately, the other 4 all crawled toward him incredibly fast, hungry for their next kill, or so the mad scientist would impose.

"You all wish to do a simple request from me?" He asked them as he petted their painted hulls. The scorpion-bots crackled with pleasure, mostly due to the personality chips he had installed into them. "Good... I want one of you to head over to my former student's place and spy on her. Should she have a guest with her, fall back and notify me. If not... Kill her." He ordered, turning away from them. The scorpion-bots turned to one another, before they began to wrestle one another, to determine who would fill out the mission...

Tiffany sat down in a large black chair that was infront fo the dome like structure. She pulled out the needle tat she had taken Minene's blood with, but before she inserted the blood into the necessary area, she activated the machine. A soft humming sound resignated from it, before the dome itself seemed to flash with a variety of colors. As she watched, a bright and lovely wavelength materialized inside the sphere and began to dance. This wavelength represented Tiffany's own DNA that she had put into it before. The wavelength wasn't very big, and only seemed to bounce around a tiny bit. But if she added in the DNA of Minene...

Once she inserted the blood, another, larger wavelength appeared, one that was slightly more than twice as large as Tiffany's. The scientist, pulling out her notebook, began to jot down notes, her eyes glued onto the new wavelength. "Incredible... absolutely incredible." SHe muttered, almost missing the sound of the data on Minene's dna being printed out of the machine the sphere was hooked onto...