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Well that was shorter than expected
The clone looked at the little droid as it came out of the ship. iIth a bright smile it spoke, “What an interesting specimen of technology.” It said as it inched closer to the droid. Not exactly afraid or anything but intrigued. The real Mastema, standing back at a distance looked to the clone but not the droid as he had no need to look at the droid- for he could see it through the clone’s eyes. He couldn’t do much due to his caution of the subject. “How are you?” th4 clone asked, knowing that the droid had some form of sentience.
Yeet
Mastema looked at the ship and all of the spare parts scattered around the prairie. Most Of it being ammunition of which made him shake his head. He was heavily against violence but he would fight if need be. But large ships with that much ammunition is not needed in his mind. LIttle knowingly, objects just coming into the atmosphere would be hurtling towards him. He would slowly fall to the ground to check out the area before he actually felt the heat off of one object and in an instant a bolt of ice would force it to avoid him,. The ice- colder than molten steel is hot, was one of the strongest things he could do. He looked around and looked up as well. He sighed and formed two large pillars would form above him and start spinning, causing wind to hit the objects and slow them or redirect them as they fell downward towards the ship. “Now let’s see what’s here…” He said, tapping his foot to have a clone, made out of ice, be created and walk forward into the ship’s crash sight with caution.
Second post is done
The Grassy Planes-Sky

Mastema would have never been to space nor liked the area of space. He just liked his books, his students and all of that kind of stuff. He stood on the edge of the planes with a book in his hand to hear the large groan and shriek of metal. With the boom he could see the large spacecraft coming at him and with a jump Mastema unveiled his wings and shot up to the highest point (the lows of the clouds) to see what the hell was going on. What most people knew about Mastema was that he was cold. The instant he got to the height that he did, ice would form from the cloud’s vapor. The area all around him would drop into the negative as he looked for any other movement. “What the hell?!” he said, looking to what used to be the spacecraft.
Ohhhhh
Welp lol
Lol, fixed it lool
Mhm, Mhm, I usually like to play the old genius hillbilly mechanic and combine the two in a sort of a steampunk way.
AH yeah, go ahead. I just threw something on there but you are going first so setting would go to you ^^
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