2 - Coming In Late At first, Red was taking all of this... relatively well. All things considered.
Gigantic otherworldly supercomputers unfathomable in scale and function weren't anything he could claim to have understood, but he had, at least, encountered- if not stared down or delved into- similar entities before. He knew through experience that they were a 'thing'.
But once he'd found those old dwellings- and within, what was plainly an old capped-off glass beverage bottle, full of some unspeakable liquid clearly aeons past expiration that no supergiant supercomputer could have any practical use for- that familiarity started feeling sobering.
Was the end of an entire civilization just... common? Common enough to see remains of it twice and nearly witness it firsthand? He sighed quietly, tapping the bottle against his hand in thought.
And then a sudden, sharp hissing sound. He glanced down to see the bottle's cap loosened, its contents spilling across his hands.
"...oh, furballs." 3A - Customization Whatever melancholy he'd had in the lower layers seemed to have left him outright; now he was bright-eyed and wag-tailed as he mixed and matched and experimented with all the different ways he would soon be making his very own spaceship. His own spaceship!
His own spaceship!! This was going to be amazing. His first take was a deft little starfighter brimming over with weapons; flashy red paint on one of its wings, massive missiles at its sides and a huge forward-facing laser pod on top.
...But, wait, no, if he just went with something that small he wouldn't be able to put in a decent lounge. And it wouldn't be able to carry all those weapons, either... okay, he could fix this. He'd just get a <>big craft, instead; an airborne fortress, complete with a proper bridge and a lounge, with big burst-missile ports on top and a landing bay for fighters and--
--Hold on, that would be slow as heck. And it'd probably need a small fleet just to refuel it. Okay. Starting over... and the process repeated several more times, before he'd just ask the nearest passerby for guidance.
"How many bathrooms do you think a good spaceship needs?" Clearly this dog was in the weeds, now. 3B - Faithful There was perhaps only one thing that could pull him from the promise of a new, custom-made spacecraft... and that was his old, custom-built mecha, the DAHAK Mk. II. wasn't very big, being a single-occupant vehicle, and didn't seem particularly battle-ready at a glance, either, so it could have passed for some sort of spaceship drydock cargo loader.
Unfortunately, it also look like it had arrived at its destination after falling down a massive set of stairs and then handled by a disgruntled deliveryman. Half of its limbs were bent out of place, and half of his tools were wedged in the joints.
Suffice to say, once he'd finished muttering weirdly family-friendly curses, he had to set aside the glamor of spacecraft ownership to spend a while fixing up the thing on the docks... 4 - Pet Photos Eventually, his answers joined the others on the app.
username: RobotRiderRed Tell me a little about yourself. I'm Red Savarin, robot pilot and hunter-for-hire, and that treasure's as good as mine!
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER? I think I'm a natural born leader! But I usually just end up taking whatever jobs I can find.
What is your best feature? I don't know when to quit! Once I get down to work, there's just no stopping me!
What followed was a photograph of a bipedal dog-man, dressed only in a pair of jeans, and hanging up his coat, work shirt, and several sets of underwear to dry on a bespoke laundry line strung across the back of a spacecraft's helm. Whether or not it was 'flattering' was probably up to the personal tastes of the beholder. X - Wild Card Got an idea? Hit me up at Metafive and let's talk.
Red Savarin | Solatorobo: Red the Hunter
At first, Red was taking all of this... relatively well. All things considered.
Gigantic otherworldly supercomputers unfathomable in scale and function weren't anything he could claim to have understood, but he had, at least, encountered- if not stared down or delved into- similar entities before. He knew through experience that they were a 'thing'.
But once he'd found those old dwellings- and within, what was plainly an old capped-off glass beverage bottle, full of some unspeakable liquid clearly aeons past expiration that no supergiant supercomputer could have any practical use for- that familiarity started feeling sobering.
Was the end of an entire civilization just... common? Common enough to see remains of it twice and nearly witness it firsthand? He sighed quietly, tapping the bottle against his hand in thought.
And then a sudden, sharp hissing sound. He glanced down to see the bottle's cap loosened, its contents spilling across his hands.
"...oh, furballs."
3A - Customization
Whatever melancholy he'd had in the lower layers seemed to have left him outright; now he was bright-eyed and wag-tailed as he mixed and matched and experimented with all the different ways he would soon be making his very own spaceship. His own spaceship!
His own spaceship!! This was going to be amazing. His first take was a deft little starfighter brimming over with weapons; flashy red paint on one of its wings, massive missiles at its sides and a huge forward-facing laser pod on top.
...But, wait, no, if he just went with something that small he wouldn't be able to put in a decent lounge. And it wouldn't be able to carry all those weapons, either... okay, he could fix this. He'd just get a <>big craft, instead; an airborne fortress, complete with a proper bridge and a lounge, with big burst-missile ports on top and a landing bay for fighters and--
--Hold on, that would be slow as heck. And it'd probably need a small fleet just to refuel it. Okay. Starting over... and the process repeated several more times, before he'd just ask the nearest passerby for guidance.
"How many bathrooms do you think a good spaceship needs?" Clearly this dog was in the weeds, now.
3B - Faithful
There was perhaps only one thing that could pull him from the promise of a new, custom-made spacecraft... and that was his old, custom-built mecha, the DAHAK Mk. II. wasn't very big, being a single-occupant vehicle, and didn't seem particularly battle-ready at a glance, either, so it could have passed for some sort of spaceship drydock cargo loader.
Unfortunately, it also look like it had arrived at its destination after falling down a massive set of stairs and then handled by a disgruntled deliveryman. Half of its limbs were bent out of place, and half of his tools were wedged in the joints.
Suffice to say, once he'd finished muttering weirdly family-friendly curses, he had to set aside the glamor of spacecraft ownership to spend a while fixing up the thing on the docks...
4 - Pet Photos
Eventually, his answers joined the others on the app.
Tell me a little about yourself.
I'm Red Savarin, robot pilot and hunter-for-hire, and that treasure's as good as mine!
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER?
I think I'm a natural born leader! But I usually just end up taking whatever jobs I can find.
What is your best feature?
I don't know when to quit! Once I get down to work, there's just no stopping me!
What followed was a photograph of a bipedal dog-man, dressed only in a pair of jeans, and hanging up his coat, work shirt, and several sets of underwear to dry on a bespoke laundry line strung across the back of a spacecraft's helm. Whether or not it was 'flattering' was probably up to the personal tastes of the beholder.
X - Wild Card
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