Volt
(#41239890)
Level 7 Mirror
Familiar
Critical Mass Volten
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Mirror
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.63 m
Wingspan
7.36 m
Weight
574.09 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Iridescent
Iridescent
Obsidian
Shimmer
Shimmer
Mint
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 7 Mirror
EXP: 5 / 11881
STR
26
AGI
8
DEF
6
QCK
15
INT
5
VIT
6
MND
5
Biography
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STORY ★ SCREE! … SCREE! … Volt hobbled across the scratchy grass and packed dirt of Dragonhome under a glaring summer sun. The clunking of his heavy copper cyborg augments was drowned out by the rhythmic screeching they were emitting. With each alert, he winced, each side of his crest twitching. He looked skyward. The sun was almost directly overhead—it was too difficult to gauge his direction. “Hope this is the road,” he muttered, gritting his teeth at another screech. The path he was on, however, looked untraveled. He half-turned to look behind him. Brown earth, scraggly half-brown bushes and scrub, a crystalline formation stabbing into the sky. It was largely nondescript. “If I give up now, there’s no telling if I’ll find my way back to that inn.” Up ahead was a bush that grew taller than his head, dotted with little yellow flowers. Limping up beside it, Volt powered down his cyborg parts—his rear legs, the praying mantis-esque Stormsnips over his arms and shoulders—and flopped down into its meager shade. “Finally, some quiet.” He untied his waterskin from around his waist. It felt lightweight: his supply was running low. Taking a small sip, he let the tepid water moisten his tongue and cheeks before swallowing. Licking his dry lips, he closed the waterskin tightly and gave himself over to worry. Such a small amount of water wouldn’t do much for him soon, and it wasn’t doing anything for his hunger now. Volt gazed backwards once again. “I might have no choice but to go back,” he said. “I can’t wander around in a hot, dry plain with no supplies.” He huffed. “That scumbag and his useless directions. How much should I bet that he just hates that I’m a Lightning dragon with… robot parts in the least technologically-advanced area of Sornieth?” He lowered his head to the dusty earth. “It will be a miracle if I find a power supply to hook my augments to.” With no power, he would still be able to move, but he would be fighting the dead weight of his metal augments. Traveling in such a state is entirely unfeasible. Volt took a deep breath, then another, forcing himself to relax. He pushed from his mind the question of what would happen if they powered down halfway to his destination. “I can figure it out later,” he whispered to himself. “After the hot part of the day is over.” It took some time, but Volt finally drifted into a restless sleep. … … He was forcibly slid backwards a few inches out of the bush’s shade with one sharp jerk. All four eyes shooting open, he whipped his neck to see what was dragging him. Surprise and annoyance melted away, and icy fear stabbed through his chest. A Scrapmetal Tracker was bent over his backside, its teeth clamped around one of his copper legs. There was only one here — a purplish robotic beast shaped like a wolf skeleton, with two round cameras in its eye sockets — but Volt’s mind saw half a dozen all around him. He was in the cursed Golem Workshop again, surrounded by bots and other inorganic creatures. He was on a hospital bed, throat sore from intubation, after the operation that had replaced his natural hind legs with metal ones and forced the Stormsnips upon his forelegs. He was half-stumbling, half-running through corridor after corridor, shouting his daughter’s name, searching, desperately searching, finding nothing, nothing… The robo-hound yanked on his copper leg again, bringing Volt back to the present. Tail whipping wildly, he issued a guttural roar. The robot creature released him and took a few steps back — it seemed to study him with its cameras. He struggled to get his legs beneath him to turn and face the monster, mind racing. I could give it a huge shock and fry it with my augments… but that would fully drain my power. And these things are usually networked together, so others will probably show if anything happened to it… The tracker stood staring for an unnaturally long time. Volt made a slow, stumbling retreat, eyes locked on the beast. If it calls for backup for a group attack, I’m screwed! The tracker opened its jaws. Taking another step backwards, Volt snarled with all his might. Without warning, an unfamiliar masculine voice crackled from the dog’s mouth. “Hello, can you hear me?” Volt blinked, “Uh… Y-Yes, I can hear you. Who is this?” “Great. My name is Plasmid, an engineer working at Terrathorn Station. I can see you through my Scrapmetal Tracker’s cameras. My system indicates you disturbed my tracker hound. Was it bothering you?” “Yes! Yes, it was bothering me! I thought it was going to take me apart!” “My apologies, sir. I’m still refining the programming to avoid these sorts of encounters in the future.” Plasmid’s voice took on a different tone, as if reciting from rote memory. “Did the hound injure or damage you or your property in any way?” “Uh, wait, Mister Plasmid, was it? Excuse my earlier outburst. You’re an engineer, and you program these tracker hounds?” “That’s correct.” This hellhound might be a blessing in disguise, thought Volt. “Listen, Mister Plasmid. I’m a programmer, too, and a total fish out of water here in Dragonhome. I’m lost, I’ve got no food and not enough water to make it through the day, and I desperately need a source of electricity for m-my — for myself. Is it possible that you might be able to send help to get me to where you work on your programming?” After a few quiet seconds, Plasmid replied, “Yes, I have pinpointed your location. Are you in need of any immediate medical care?” “No, sir. But if you could send someone along with some drinking water, I would be so, so grateful.” “Got it. I’ll send some associates out there right away.” The skeletal houndbot shifting into a sitting position. Volt crept forward to lay back down in the bush’s shade, thanking the Stormcatcher for his unbelievably good luck. | x |
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Computer programmer, AI researcher, part-time hacker
bought for 75kt on Apr/4/22.
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