Rain World Music? And story time? :O Scratch has a max character limit for the description and notes & credits.... I hit both for the most part and I don't want to put the whole story in the project itself. *cough* His patrol group consisted of five members, including him of course. There was their veteran leader, their heavy lifter/miner, they had their marksman, and a medic/ the maintenance of the group. He was the scout, being the smallest and lightest by a long shot with only a sword, though he was the only one who could fly. The group joked that he was their “little bird”. And now he was all alone… He had trekked on and on for days, he had been separated when going ahead of his team during a blizzard, insisting he could find shelter. He had been walking towards a forest in the distant horizon since then, that’s all he could see in this flat wasteland. His power levels were also below the 50% mark, that was unheard of as the team was always ordered to head back before reaching so low… The day went by, slowly as before, the bitter cold bit at him despite no wind or snow. The ground was always frozen though which made his footsteps give off loud crunching noises. It had… been almost half the day, the light was receding again and his time was running out. That’s when he happened to glance to his side at the perfect time and spotted a dark shape in the ground. It appeared to be a sinkhole and his hopes were suddenly restored. There, there could be “fire”! Yes, he could make it back. He turned to this new destination and broke into a run, the frost on the ground cracking in protest as he made his way to the hole. It had a warm red glow from inside. He skidded to a stop in front of the hole and fell forward, catching the ledge as he laid just over its edge, peering inside. The red glow shined off his helmet as warmth hit him… he was saved for fire fueled everything here mechanical here. He laid there for a good moment then shifted and lowered himself to just the edge of the hole, it was fairly large too, luckily with frozen ground to hold onto. He shifted, finding his footing and took a slow look around, he spotted the biggest chunk of “fire” near him and clawed at the ground around it. He nearly laughed when he pried the gem from the wall… it was almost the size of his head… He sighed in relief yet again and grabbed the side of the wall to pull himself up, this could give him more time. Then that’s when he heard- an almost metallic grunt from below him. He froze and glanced down, in a darker corner of the hole he saw a singular red glow, a glow like the “fire” except this shifted around before whatever it belonged to moved. His heart nearly jumped into his throat as he quickly scrambled to the surface. He was about to bolt when he was struck with what anyone would have assumed to be a metal beam. The wind was knocked out of him as he landed away from the hole. His vision blurred and came back into focus repeatedly before settling upon his attacker. He had been launched more than 20 feet away but the figure still cast a shadow over him. It bent down and retrieved the precious resource from the ground with its slender claws. Heavy footsteps rattled his head as he sat up. A red eye regarded him coldly as the tall creature came closer. The scout managed to get to his feet and stagger away as he could more clearly make out the threat. A large sleek robot, doubling or almost tripling him in height stomped towards him. There were many models out there, all with different purposes in mind, it took either a computer or a heavy handbook to list them all. This particular model is known as a grappler, specifically for the long forearms and claws for, well, grappling things. They were designed as hunters to ambush parties or camps, or small lone scout.
(continued) The person turned and ran but the robot kept its steady threatening pace. The person had made some distance when he got an alert from his helmet. He was to recharge immediately: “20%” He spun around, his eyes locking on to the small sun in the robot’s grasp, it wanted it as much as he did… The human looked to the hole when the robot stopped where it was, staring him down. They stood like that for a long time, in a stalemate when the scout watched his percent dip down to “19”. Finally, he grabbed the handle of his sword and held the tiny metal blade from him outwards. A whirring came from behind him as his back clicked and two metal structures raised from the metal implant in his back, each with a jet at the end. The grappler hissed and stomped, moving its free arm from side to side as the scout listened to his engines kick on. His power dropped to 18 immediately as he swung his blade around and pointed it at the menace. The weapon hissed and his remaining energy fed into the blade, lighting it. He made a pained exhale and cry before rocketing towards his opponent. The robot swung, forcing him to rear up and back away as it stomped forward, trying to crush him but it missed. The scout paced before rocketing to the side- the robot significantly outranged him and it wasn’t slow by any means. The two played some mental game of who would truly attack first when the scout made his first mistake. He had tried to dash past the robot and deal a blow to a hydraulic on one of its legs when he felt a sting to his back and retreated. The robot flexed its long claws and suddenly lunged forward with horrifying speed to pin him. The scout managed to dodge by flying under the machine before it swatted his back again. He was at 14%. The robot lunged forward in a series of attacks in a quick attempt to quickly pin and run this pesky intruder offline. He managed to escape and reset their positions back to neutral, staring. The scout panted and looked to the fiery gem being held protectively by this machine. The scout slowly turned around and walked away with his back to the robot tensely, his antenna listening carefully. He heard the whirring as the robot stepped forward with its hand drawn back above its head to land a finishing blow… He counted a pause then suddenly jumped backwards, his jets blasting again as he slid too close to the robot for its attack to land and sliced through one of the hydraulics on its legs. It screeched and fell forward onto its free hand and glared at him. It angrily twisted its torso around to reach him as he flew above the robot, driving his sword up its back before landing. He was scratched again, this time across his chest as he jumped back from a surprise attack from the other hand, it had tossed the crystal far away and suddenly lunged forward on all fours. The scout ducked and dove between its lips before landing another hit to its side. The robot snarled and slammed the ground, shattering ice mixed in with the dirt. It paused, looking around with unimaginable anger that was quickly snuffed out. Then fiery flower suddenly sprouted through its head. The robot reared up, bucking and reaching behind it for the assassin on its back. The scout pulled the sword out before thrusting it through the grappler’s back and pulling the blade down its length. He hit his target, the core, and the robot screeched before suddenly grabbing him and throwing him away. It was too late though, the damage had been done and the machine collapsed soon after. The person shuddered after what seemed like hours of not moving, despite it only being a few minutes… he did it- the adrenaline rush lingered for a moment as he thought in awe. He did it- he didn’t notice his percent in his glory: 2% He was startled back to his senses at the announcement he was at 1. He felt dizzy and tired- he struggled to his feet, searching frantically for that precious rock that had been thrown. He saw it and broke into a desperate run- but he never made it in time. Fortunately, very fortunately, someone had been watching. They came back with a kart, how they had wanted to use it before but there was that THING guarding the fire deposit. They managed to put more than just several rocks in the kart and brought it back to their home... The scout opened his eyes slowly, he felt- not cold. He was laying on something flat and hard, rather than the rough uneven ground. He tried to sit up but couldn't physically move due to how tired he felt. He was met with his savior, a child. He had been karted to this place and was now being recharged, very slowly. After some recovery time the kid ran his mouth with all sorts of things the scout couldn't really follow. He noted his missing arm, or metal arm above all else. Except his name, his name was Mac (The other idea for the kid's name is Jay but I just had to make that reference)
