kishin asura said
((Me too... let's just say it's at the cloning facility)) I smile "so..."
Tsubaki shrugs, unsure of what to do.......
((this relates to you, because you will be seeing him soon.))
Rizzrack could still hear the screams in his mind. He worked, frantically turning wrenches, twisting screws, building and carving and forging. Sleep eluded him; he only built. Months had passed since he had been left on this hell hole of a planet, and his deliverance was nearly complete. He rubbed his back as his eyes drifted shut, and saw a blanket of leaves covering him, suffocating him slowly and painfully. He woke with a choking start. For hours the rhythmic sound of a whetstone filled the cave as he sharpened a set of massive blades, his mind filled with images of strangling vines garroting him, rushing into the cave. The battle that had killed his team had been nothing compared to the violent horrors the planet he was left on. But the saw-suit would make him strong and safe he thought, allowing himself this sliver of hope before the full might of his fear crashed into his fading mind. Branches and bark and blood. When the platoon fell, Rizzrack fled trees that walked, and fought, and killed. Trees had shattered the tanks and swarmed into the camp. Trees had crushed and thrashed and stomped the last that the C.A.N could muster in defense, and stalked the few fleeing refugees. In addled silence Rizzrack unspooled the thick chain from the suit's arm, his hands quaking as he inspected each link and ran a trembling finger along the claw attached at its end. The saw-suit was ready.
With his hand trembling he sparked the bladed machine to life. Terror drove him, terror of what awaited him and of what he would have to face to have any hope of calming his mind. As the saw-suit shuddered to life he knew he must face this fear, and he knew he wouldn't like it one bit.