The grate ex-cape

[Lioness075]

Golf 5 woke slowly, groaning as he instinctively put a hand to his head, which had a decent headache right now. Blinking slowly, and his vision blurring, Golf 5 slowly sat up. He didn't see the robot around at the moment, but immediately felt that his hurt wing was unable to be moved. He tentatively reached around to find that it was carefully bandaged to his back. At least the pain was drastically reduced now that he couldn't move it.


Larassa hoped to find shelter soon as she could smell it in the air and feel the temperature dropping. Rainfall would come soon and Larassa had no shelter nor any heat source of her own. She'd most likely get hypothermia and pass out if she didn't find some means of warmth and shelter.

 

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The robot entered the room in which he lay. It held two chopping bags. Most of the content of the bags was vegetables. While at the top of one, was a pack of pain killers. The robot froze, registering golf in a sitting position. "hello." it said, in its almost human voice. It did not move.

 

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Golf 5 froze at a voice and then looked up to see it was the robot. Golf 5 narrowed his eyes at the robot and said grittily, "Where the hell am I, robot?" He didn't understand what all had happened a few hours ago and was now wondering if he'd truly just escaped the labs. Was he safe now? Golf 5 wasn't entirely sure.


Larassa soon heard the distant sound of waves crashing and decided to head towards it, hoping to find some shelter along the way. If it was the ocean she was hearing, then perhaps she'd find a lighthouse to stay in. Those things were built to endure anything nature threw at them.

 

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"I don't know precisely. I am not fitted with GPS." the robot responded. "I brought food and painkillers. I'll toss the painkillers to you now." that said, he reached into the bag and gently tossed the packet on the ground. It was a pathetic throw. "sorry. I'm not used to throwing light things. I'll try again." he stepped forward and picked up the packet. He tossed it again, with equal force to the last one. It was enough to get the packet next to golf.

 

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Golf 5 blinked at the robot's actions, not quiet sure how to react overall. He picked up the painkillers before popping two pills and swallowing them. Golf 5 then decided he'd have no chance against the robot and clearly it didn't want to work with Itex, so that made the robot an acquaintance for now. With this in mind, Golf 5 offered his hand before saying, "My name's Tucker. Do you have a name, robot?" He was plenty hungry, but food could wait for the moment. Tucker at least wanted to know what he was dealing with to an extent, or something.


Larassa was soon grinning like an idiot when she saw a lighthouse in the distance. Jogging towards it with a slight limp, Larassa hoped that no mutants had taken refuge there. Larassa needed to rest, but her wing was her biggest concern. She needed to get it up and off the ground, but this would require wrappings and a splint or two, which she had no access to. Slowing to a stop at the door, Larassa went to open it, but frowned when she found it was locked. Wasting no time, Larassa used her good foot as she kicked the door repeatedly until it swung open. She then entered the lighthouse and closed the door behind herself as the storm started to pick up outside. Larassa's eyes instantly adjusted in the light, something that had been properly enhanced for her. With her glowing yellow eyes searching the lighthouse, Larassa was content to see no heat signatures around. If anybody was in here, they were already dead.

 

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"I have no name yet." the robot accepted the handshake. It's grasp was strong, but not crushingly so. "I've been thinking about one, though. What is your opinion of 'Michael'?"

 

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Tucker shrugged, not really caring overall. He muttered, "Sounds good to me." He then eyed the food a bit suspiciously before asking Michael, "What do you have food-wise, Michael?" His stomach growled in protest, wanting to just take the food from Michael and eat it.


Larassa soon settled down in the lighthouse after setting up a lamp on a small table in the middle of the foyer. Larassa had managed to find a small bedroom off to the side and even a kitchen along with a tiny bathroom. While it wasn't exactly luxury, it was most certainly better than anything else. Plus, this lighthouse would easily endure whatever the storm wrought outside. Larassa checked the fridge and frowned when she quickly discovered that everything had expired long ago. She was happy to find some canned foods though, and quickly went about opening them with a can opener that she found. Seeing that there was no microwave handy, Larassa broke down one of the wooden chairs before making a small makeshift campfire in the middle of the foyer. She then produced her lighter and started the fire before grabbing the canned food and dumping its contents into a frying pan. Wasting no time, Larassa put on a large cooking glove and then held the frying pan over the open flames, a spatula in her other hand to mix up the contents.

 

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"an assortment of vegetables. Enough, I estimate, to tide you over for a few hours." Michael responded. It then held the bags out, suspended on one finger. "if you would like to cook it, let me know. I will leave me spare battery disconnected from the house otherwise." he said.

 

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Tucker blinked at what Michael said, not sure what he meant by the spare battery. He then shakily stood up before taking the groceries from Michael. He glanced down at the assortment of vegetables before looking back up at Michael and saying, "Dude, I just spent my teen years in an imprisonment. What makes you think I know anything about cooking?"


Larassa finished cooking her meal, canned lasagna, and then began eating it with her hands, ignoring the scalding pan and hot food as she devoured it in a mere minute or two. She'd felt famished after waking up in her stupor so while this was a meager meal for Larassa, it was still more than enough to satisfy her for now. Setting the pan aside, Larassa headed into the bathroom and began looking around for any potential medical supplies.

 

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"valid point. Anyway. I'll disconnect my battery." Michael turned and walked from the room. It returned a couple of minutes later, and sat in the far corner of the room.

 

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Frowning at Michael when he sat down, Tucker decided to not bother as he then sat back down where he'd woken up on a small cot. He looked through the vegetables and instantly began eating a potato, already enjoying it more than whatever it was that they were fed in the labs.


Larassa couldn't find much, but she did manage to find one wrap. She then proceeded to use the whole wrap to secure her broken wing tucked tightly against her back, which was sadly all she could do for now. Her wing continued to ache excessively, but there was nothing else Larassa could do.

 

[azimuth]

It was motionless for fifteen minutes, after which it opened the pod things on its arms. The blades slowly extended, and it examined them from multiple angles, then they went back in and the grapples came out. It grabbed each one and examined the small yet strong rams that force out a couple of spikes that are used to make it possible for them to 'let go' when fired Into a solid item. They were stained red with blood.

 

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Quietly watching Michael and his interactions, Tucker wondered why the guy was so strange. Granted, he was a robot, but why did he put himself in harm's way to rescue Tucker? It just made no sense to him. Now eating his second potato, Tucker paused after another bite to ask Michael, "So, why'd you rescue me?" He saw Michael examining his bloodied grapples and grimaced slightly, finding it a tad disturbing in all honesty.


Larassa limped over to one of the lighthouse's secured windows to peer out onto the beach below, curious as to where all of those mutants had run and hid. She wasn't really aware of too many places to hide out here.

 

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"we are both experiments, no?" he asked. "ITEX must fall. All those imprisoned, Set free. Those who cannot survive.... Must be put out of their misery." there was a noticeable pause when he spoke.

 

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Tucker winced at the last part and asked Michael with a frown, "Who has the right to deem who cannot survive? Sometimes when someone is at their weakest, they can rebound and become their strongest." Tucker then glanced away as he found some celery sticks in the bag and began chewing thoughtfully on them.


Larassa then froze when she spotted a distant flickering light in the side of the cliff alongside the beach. She narrowed her eyes, knowing it had to be escapees. As much as she wanted to just march over there and capture them, she needed to rest. She was currently in no condition to fight anyone. Turning away from the window, Larassa limped to the small cot that was beginning to fall apart. Sighing, she sat down and then lay on her side, careful to avoid putting any weight on her damaged wing. Not too long after, Larassa succumbed to sleep.

 

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He hesitated again. "not if you're a 'failed' experiment. In that case, I believe it is easier simply to die quickly, rather than wait for the relief of death to come..... I've seen things I never want to see again. But it is my goal, to fell ITEX and free those imprisoned inside." he retracted the hooks, and began repeatedly opening and closing the pods.

 

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Tucker continued eating his celery before finishing a stick and then saying, "I guess that's true. I've also seen plenty failed experiments. Though, we shouldn't encounter any of those out here. Only the successfully experiments would've escaped that hellhole." Tucker then frowned at Michael's pods that were opening and closing, increasingly feeling uncomfortable.

 

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Michael noticed unease. "I am performing diagnostics." he briefly explained. "I recall seeing some other winged experiments flying..... East. Perhaps we should search for them once you have healed." he suggested.

 

[Lioness075]

Tucker nodded absentmindedly at what Michael said, finishing his second celery stick. Tucker promptly took another out of the bag before saying, "Sounds good to me. Though, I can walk and run just fine. It's only my wing that's injured. I can still perform just as well. I just no longer can fly for the time being."

 

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"we went south. You were unconscious for three hours. I ran for two and three quarters. It's a long way." he said. He began rolling his shoulders and so on as he continued his diagnostic. "I could buy us a car."

 

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Tucker frowned at the car idea and said, "Um, we're in the middle of a forest. Wouldn't a car just make us take longer to get to our destination? Honestly, I'm fine." Honestly, Tucker was not at all fine. He was still in a weakened state from his injury and the wing hadn't exactly stopped its throbbing. He was acting tough for Michael, but if they actually walked anywhere, Tucker wasn't sure if he'd make it far before needing to rest.

 

[azimuth]

Michael was a robot. Why would tucker act tough for a soulless device? "I have bio-scanners. X-ray indicates a compound fracture. One bone is snapped clean in half. You won't be flying for a while. And there's a town nearby. It's where I got the food."

 

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Tucker sighed, and said, "Fine. We can go get a car or something." So much for that. Tucker had never encountered a robot in his life and so Michael was completely new to him. Having grown up in the labs, Tucker wasn't sure how robots acted or anything really.

 

[azimuth]

Michael wasn't your conventional robot. Well, artificial intelligence. "I will go soon. I must finish my diagnostic, and clean the blood away."

 

[Lioness075]

Tucker raised an eyebrow at the blood comment, but nodded and then focused his attention on eating more vegetables. He hoped they could find some meat soon. That was something he'd seriously been deprived of while at the labs.