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Twisted Transistor

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Reatus walked around Coruscant, flyer in hand and a bland expression on his face. The attempt had been in vain and he was left to his own devices. He would miss tonight's Twisted Metal event, but such was life, at least he thought so. He pondered about his brother, Dante and wondered how jail was treating him, and the covert Mission to free Jak Mar. He even thought about his other siblings, wondering how they were; Expecting Naturae to be comfy in Ambrosia; Triumpht shouting for Deadpool to do his thing; Krosst sitting next to jack, laughing for no reason; and Probitas doing his best to  handle everything he could as Ambassador for The Horsemen with the ninja village.
Still the young Namekian let out a low sigh as he wound up watching the screen of the starting festivities.

"Well this is intriguing." 

Reatus looked up in the  direction  of the commentator. It was a rather large construct nearly the height of his father but much bulkier. The Clockwork Golem was near polished black with gold trim as well as some  reddish attire to give him somewhat of a dignified look. The behemoth  paused for a moment to look down at the  young Namekian, who quickly averted his eyes and mumbled,  "Don't get your hopes up, you have to  know what you are doing and need a few people to do it."

"Oh? Do you know about this 'sport' then?" The construct seemed genuinely curious causing Reatus to cast him a side eye. 

"Kind of. I've watched it a bit, and I've tried to enter, but you need a crew to build a rig, and people to man it. I tried to join up with  someone  but it seems that everything fell through, so I'm off here, watching it  from this screen. I'm positive that I'd be great at it, but everyone thinks i'm too small. They tend to forget who my father is and what  he can do, and that means I can be just as good as him, if not better." 

The metallic figure seemed to just watch unblinking, not as if he could then, casually looked to the screen, "It isn't always about the size of the being, but more of the size of their determination. This looks to be an interesting adventure. I would like to try."

Reatus shrugged, "Still need something to drive to participate."

"I am an Artificer. I need only scraps and materials. I am sure I can have a functioning ride by this evening."

There was a low whistle that the two, heard causing them both to look back behind them. The others didn't seem to hear or pay any mind but, across the way there was a merchant, cloaked in a dark purple mask and trench coat, as he stood behind a broken down make-shift stand illuminated by a blue flamed candle. "Hello there stranga'. Here ya' lookin' for a ride."

He spoke as they neared, Reatus cocked his head, trying to remember about this strange man as he resembled the guy from the stories of his father's past. "Maybe? Should I know you?"

"Perhaps. You are Retane's son. I once sold him the compound in the Tangled Greens." The Merchant's  eyes  seemed to widen at the thought  and there was a chance he was grinning behind his mask. "So about that ride. As he's a valued customer, I might know of a unoccupied hangar with a ride that is already entered in the current Twisted Metal event. The owners, were recently locked up for some 'shady' dealings. I could let you have the  location, for a fee  that I would put on Retane's tab. Only condition is, you can't tell anyone where you got it from. Deal?"

Quote:WC:627
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I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
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#2
The merchant was obviously dealing ‘off the books.’ Cogsworth has known many such rodents skittering across and infesting the face of Toril. They were his best of friends outside of Azura. Though he despised working against the law, this man was re-selling property confiscated from criminals. It was not so bad.


Though this young green man seemed to have the connection, it was the Gearforged that spoke up. “I seemed to have deleted the memories of where I acquired my ride. It must not have been of great importance; a scrap heap most likely. One I would hope is appropriately accommodated with tools of the trade.” Though the behemoth of metal and wood had no facial features, one of the luminescent blue eyes winked out before igniting once again - a wink from the construct.


“What he’s saying is we’ll keep your secret.” The feminine - and more importantly more vibrantly alive voice pierced the air. It seemed to come from the construct’s breast plate, a fact illuminated by the thrumming glow of the electric blue azurite gem in his chest. While the merchant looked over Cogsworth curiously, the second voice had brows furrowed with curiosity at that gold trimmed beast-maw chest piece.


“Oh my, are there two of you in there?” The merchant inquired, eyeing that precious stone somewhat greedily. “My, my, Reatus, don’t you keep the most interesting company?”


Reatus’ brows had risen in his own surprise. “Apparently.” The Nemekian had assumed this construct to be an open and closed case, but it seemed more lied beneath the surface. “So about that scrap heap’s extras?”


“Yes… extras. I do intend to make modifications. Young green one, would you rather a position at the helm or behind a magi-cannon?” One did not need to see an expression to tell that Cogsworth was already creating plans. “I will construct an assistant to handle repairs during the race, should we need it.”


“Cogsy… how long would it take to build something like that?” The voice chimed in again, the blue soul gem flickering with each gentle syllable.


The construct’s large head tilted for a moment of silence. “With a chassis… perhaps hours. Depending on if this omnilium is a worthy enough material component for the enchantments.”


The two entered a little conversation all their own. They clearly had experience with blocking everything else out. Reatus and the merchant shared a glance as the conversation turned from enchantments to wheel dimensions and depth for optimum balance of speed and durability… then to whether or not there should be more auto-seeking firearms or manuel higher-damage cannons on board… whether the vehicle should drive itself or have a human element behind the reigns.


Cogs had not even waited for a response to his question before he was distracted… by himself. It would seem the idea of crafting had derailed everything else, even the act itself.

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#3
The young Namekian hadn't seemed to have taken notice of the azure gem centered in his breast plate, til a voice projected from it. She seemed nice enough, and the voice was mostly a shock coming from the behemoth's chest. Reatus couldn't make sense of it all, but this wasn't the first time he had heard of two people sharing the same body. The Son of Retane watched with mild amusement at spectacle, with as much patience as a child could muster, especially after learning he was close to his goal of finally participating in a Twisted Metal competition. His mouth started salivating with eagerness, and after trying to clear his throat a few times, doing his best not to be rude to his newest associate.

After waiting a few more moment's he looked towards the Mystery Merchant and reached out for the directions,"And you said you'd put this on my father's tab, right?"

The merchant gave a nod, "Yes. We have a long stand agreement-"

"Thank you!' Was all the young child could say before grabbing the scroll and knocking on Cogsworth's hardened leg. The Clockwork Golem seemed almost on autopilot as he murmured to himself about the plans and ideas. He looked down to the green alien and Reatus waved a hand to follow.

As the two took off down the street, the mysterious merchant called out to them with his weird accent, "Pleasure doing business with you Stranga'." Reatus looked back to give a wave and paused for a moment, noting that the makeshift stand, and it's owner were no longer there. Part of the Namek wanted to go investigate, while the child in him was overrun by the chance to finally achieve his dream. The young Namek clad in dark grey, continued on to his destination.

It wasn't weird to him that the map was magical and pointed out where they currently were, as they moved, and their destination. Reatus noticed a few 'secret passages ways' but Cog's wouldn't fit through, as well 'places to ignore'. Reatus grinned to himself as he realized that the Hangar was actually close to where Marisa's was and he had actually knew of a shortcut not even on the map. Reatus took a dark alley where the only illumination came from the behemoth and the light of his eyes and chest jewel.

Reatus mashed a button in the shape of a sign and a trap door slid open, leading to a small elevator, just enough for th two to fit. Reatus pressed a number on the panel that would take them straight to Tier Five. It was only a few moments and they were there. Reatus knew that the Tiers looked very different form where they where and glanced back to see if the busy Golem noticed it. There wasn't much coming from him other than actually him following where he went.

Reatus glanced down at the map and realized they were close, and took off in a sprint down the alley and onto the road. He only slowed down as he passed the last hangar that crushed his dreams, and hardened his face and began to run even faster. Cogsworth's leg sand stride were much longer then the Small Namek's and he never had to break even a fast stride. It may have looked weird to passerby's, a young alien being followed by a giant armored being, but neither of the two seemed to care of give any notice.

Reatus stopped as the map read, 'You have reached your destination. Enjoy Stranga'', before flashing gold and turning into dust. The Son of Retane stopped and looked up at the closed doors of the hangar. It was much bigger than Marisa's and Reatus could only feel nothing but excitement. The label above it read, 'Twisted Transistor' and a near by mail box glowed a light blue. The Namekian realized it looked similar to the glow of the merchant he was dubbing 'Stranga'', and ran to it. He fingered the the paperwork realizing it was their signed entrance forms for the soon happening event.

Quote: WC; 684
[Image: hchh.png]

I refuse to lose this battle,
Let whatever come my way.
I am stronger then my rival,
No, I will not fall today...
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