A freebuild for The Insurgency. Just a little teaser, for what's coming later in the season.
About this creation
Hello every-Lego-buddy!It's... been a while, I know. And I... I apologize for that. But I'm back now, and I have a little treat for you guys! Now, it's not a full-length episode, actually it's something I intended to tack on the back of my next post, but I thought to myself, "Ben, you haven't been there for a while. Shame on you. Post something." Then I realized I had this sitting right here, so, I decided to let you guys see it on its' own.
Btw, before you read this, it might be helpful to go back and read this first. It's from my first season, and it's the basis of what happens here. Well, at least, where it started. Since we've got 2 years of catching up to do still. ;) Anyway, I hope you like it!
JUNE 1, 2098
ETRION - OLD SPACEPORT
It had been several months since the gang shootout that had occurred here. The police had since been and gone, as had the different gangs looking for scraps of leftovers form the fight, but they had all found basically nothing. There was no evidence leading to anyone, and nothing of value worth scavenging.
At least... not to a normal person.
But then again, when had she ever been called normal?
Harriet Thurer slowly walked into the deserted courtyard, a white mask covering her face. It was basically useless here, since no one was around to recognize her. But she found it... reassuring, almost. Like a friend, a comforter for her. Gods knew she had precious few of either right now. What with being a wanted criminal and all.
That was why she had agreed to take this job. Whoever wanted it done had promised her enough money to completely disappear when it was done. New name, new planet, somewhere no one knew who she was. That was the end goal, anyway. But for now, she had to complete this job.
Striding into the middle of the courtyard, she stopped, scanning the area. There wasn't anything that she could see right away that might be problematic, and even if there had been, this was the best place, her employer had insisted, and he'd also said that he would cover any expenses needed to repair anything that was required.
Harriet smirked to herself briefly under her mask. "Generous, aren't you." She didn't know who had hired her, and she didn't care either. Sure, she was curious, especially since very few people had known about this project, but she wasn't going to ruin a good thing by sticking her nose out too far. She had enough trouble already. Over a year on the run had at least taught her that much.
Turning back towards the way she had come, she called out "Okay DZ, you can come out now. And bring it with you. We're all clear here."
For a few seconds after her call, there was silence.
Then a loud whirring sound started up, like gears smoothly grinding together, and with several clanks and metallic stomps, it came closer to where she was standing.
A minute later, a huge robot walked into the courtyard, its' eye-lights blinking as it slowly scanned the new terrain. It was at least a dozen feet tall, probably more, and its' armor covering, although worn with use, was still holding, with no visible holes anywhere in it. Its' right arm was extended, carrying a limp figure that had its' head covered by an odd mask. However, the arms of the figure were straight and stiff at it's sides, like it had been shut down that way.
The robot, after looking around the area, spoke, in a deep, auto-metallic voice. "DR. THURER, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE PURPOSE OF WHY WE HAVE TRAVELED TO THIS PLACE. THERE IS NOTHING HERE THAT IS OF USE TO US THAT I CAN SEE."
Harriet sighed. "DZ, that's why I make the plans, and do the deals, okay? Trust me, not only this this our best option, it's our only option. So we have to make this work. You gotta trust me on this."
The robot seemed to hesitate for a moment, then shrugged, kinda. "VERY WELL. I WILL TRUST YOU, DR. THURER. BUT I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BLAME YOU WHEN THIS GOES WRONG."
Harriet chuckled slightly, slowly pulling the big doors open. "I know you will, DZ. But what if this works?"
The robot considered this for a second. "THEN I SHALL ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOUR PLAN WAS THE WISER, AND WE SHALL CARRY ON AS IS."
Harriet nodded, walking through the door. "Good. Then prepared to be amazed, DZ." With that, she disappeared into the building, the robot walking in behind her, the figure swinging from the robot's metal hand. As they started to make their way in, Harriet's voice floated back, one last sentence.
I know, it may require a bit of catching up, and I apologize for that. AS well as for my long absence, but I'm gonna try and get back into a semi-regular posting schedule, so hopefully this will start me back down that path. Anyway, kudos to my younger brother Caleb, who helped me build DZ, the new robot. It wasn't what I had in mind originally, but once we had built what you just saw, for some reason, I... I didn't want to take him apart. So, here he is.
And also, the next post will pick back up with Dart, and it will cover where's he's been since he woke up, so don't worry about that. Oh, and Iris, if you're reading this, would it be okay if I just reference Dart being on the Spire, even if just briefly? That way, it's just a little easier to get him back into the 'normal' world, per say. Just let me know, if you would.
And also, since its been so long, here's a little behind-the-scenes preview for you guys of what's coming next.
What do you think? Look like fun at all?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that. It's just a little something, but here's hoping it's just the springboard for everything that's coming later. ;)
But, if that's all, then I guess it's time for me to say... Allonsy!
Quoting --R.K. Blast--
Good to see more from you! Short, but interesting. I'm also giving you permission to say that Dart was aboard the Spire, seeing as how Iris hasn't gotten back to you yet.
Thank you, Blast. For the points, and for permission to use the Spire. It won't be very much, just kinda in passing as to how he got off that place he was before, but I didn't want to use it without asking first.