Klein’s back was being poked by something cold and hard, and a heavy fog seemed to clamp down on his skin. In the distance there was the sound of scraping metal and flicker of what was… Electric discharge? The Human still had his eyes closed as he tried to deny the importance of all this bizarre nonsense around him. His hands started tracing over screws and bolts.
There was Something wrong here.
Not just with the world around him, but the very flesh that wove around his bones, the way the air filled his lungs and most damming of all the fact only .2 seconds had passed since his awaking, that was Considering his surroundings, having a panic attack and coming up with a theory or two since he had the time, and the seven small squirrel shaped robots that had been observing his resting body.
He cracked a blue eye open and was hit by a tsunami of Information that should have fried his brain over a thousand times. He immediately closed his eye again. Two of the robots were missing their tail stabilizers while four of them were leaking oil into their chip processor and one of them was missing its fake head. All of them were observing him for someone else.
Klein sighed and stood up and climbed the scrap hill behind him metal and plastic crunched underneath his boots and stride towards one the tailless squirrels letting a breath out and time went back to something more reasonable. It squealed something in Binary and bolted away while the others rotated their heads at him and squeaked before following suit.
The man didn’t let it bother him as he needed to confirm something more important. He opened his eyes again then a milk curdling grimace snuck across his face. The sea of broken metal, oil and ripped wires could not hide a disturbing trend of the colors red, yellow and black. This all pales in comparison to the monolithic face buried halfway into the ground.
It must be noted that in any other scenario, Klein would have loved to tour such a massive achievement to human progress but the face it depicted murdered that urge in its crib. It was the image of a smiling man with a pointy mustache, large nose and one cyclopean eye. The Death Egg sat cracked half; its metal yolk having spilled out on this island burying it in a tide of badnik parts.
The already fog filled day seems to vibrate with incoming air pressure and thus when lighting illuminated the sky the rain that followed only seemed natural. There Klein stood on top of rusted piles of old violence hesitating and under the slowly falling rain he got to work.
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E-117 Sigma was soldering the wire that he was sure was causing the climate machine’s internal measure to overheat when his communication suddenly pinged. Gently handing the tool to Benedict he received the link to the perimeter cameras and was met by a peculiar sight. Someone was moving a prodigious pile of scrap near the southmost beach and seemed to be sorting through it.
The Scrapnik was not one he was immediately familiar with as it seemed to be coated head to toe in green paint. Sigma was only acquainted with one bot that could move so much metal, and he was in the Death Egg guarding the Scrambled Egg Carrier. Maybe a Super Badnik had awoken from the isle of scrap and was currently looking for survivors of the crash?
Sigma needed to go explain to this Badnik the terrible state they were in and get it out from the storm. He sent a Ping towards his Scrapniks to \please follow him thus Benedict, Florentine and Rancheros walked after him. E-117 as he was about to leave the Death Egg was met by Mecha Sonic his saw blade leg clinking against the ground a warm comfort on his little quest to greet their new friend.
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The scrap below them had been flattened into something a road and with a jaunty tune he led his group out to meet the robot. They had not gotten farther than an hour before A group of seven Robo-rrels hopped on him and the E-100 bot was befuddled. One without its tail was pointing aggressively in the same direction as the Badnik.
Was the Badnik that confused did it attack his friends? Wait was it malfunctioning to such a degree that its simply smashing scrap?
“Mecha Sonic please rush to our new friend’s side as they may require assistance” Sigma asked, and Mecha Sonic was gone.
Now he Just had to figure out how badly it was hurt.
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Too Ruined.
This will work
The words blazed across his mind ad-nauseum till he finally had a respectable pile of useful material. The slowly grown pile of useful components was nothing to the quarter mile sized bowl of useless scrap, but it should be good enough to start. With his strength the need for a wrench was moot but a screwdriver would help with this. Of course, the flamer tank he got working will need more time to be a soldering tool but that was later.
First, he took the black lens that he scavenged from the observer Badnik and took the thin metal wiring and gently sculpted metal around the bullet proof glass. His eyes flicked open and then his hand reached over his shoulder to grab the hand that was reaching for him. Klein turned his head and looked face to face with an orange visor of a rusty Mecha Sonic.
Time on this Island had not been kind as most of his blue paint had rusted to a dull copper the white tattered cloak doing little to hide his crab hand or the saw blade leg. Still Klein smiled and turned around fully and putting his new Teashade sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. To his quiet discomfort they fit perfectly but he pushed that away to deal with the Mecha.
“A pleasure to meet you sir however if you could knock against the scrap instead of trying to touch me next time that would be wonderful” Klein’s broad grin seem to throw off the robot as he pulled his hand from his grip. The rain that he had been ignoring seemed to finally roar loud enough to bother with, yet it could not deafen the awkward silence that hovered around the bot.
“Well, are you-hmm you can’t speak, can you?” Klein sense of personal space must have died when he awoke as sudden started treating him like a wounded dog. Mecha Jumped back as he got closer as the Human started reaching for the mounted crab claw. Klein had the decency to look ashamed for a moment but cleared the look from his face.
“Sorry I can admire the ruggedness of the repairs, it just… see where they could be done better” The matter-of-fact statement along the earnest look reminded him of Sigma.
Mecha Sonic Disappeared.
Klein sighed and his mind spun as another prototype was kicked to the front of the pack. He really didn’t want to play charades with whatever new metal character showed up without a voice pack. Still, he needs to polish up his diplomatic skills that was pathetic display from himself.
That need to repair.
Another new urge...
What was next?
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The Band of scrapniks were almost to the southmost point of the island when Sigma noticed that Mecha Sonic had returned to them without their mysterious guest. Meeting Mecha in the Visor he was relieved to see that whoever they were they didn’t need immediate help, but the bot couldn’t help the question.
“Where is the unit that you were requested to help?” E-117 queried and Mecha Sonic simply nodded in the direction they were heading.
“Curious” Taking Mecha’s return as the signal it was the group slowed its roll and continued in a more controlled manner.
The group drew closer to the new crater that had been made in the sea of scrap, and now on further inspection the being is certainly not a Scrapnik. Its form triggering a deep seed of fear as the green-haired human was working through the rain and blustering on something. Sigma took the emotion and quietly smothered it as he rolled forward Mecha close to his left.
“Salutations, your Forgiveness is requested by this unit but who do I owe the pleasure of conversation with?” E-117 asked.
The Human paused its work, the tools gently put down on a makeshift table and turned towards him and his scrapniks. It was tall, almost as tall as the doctor yet none of that showed as it spoke.
“Klein Altman Inventor Extraordinaire at your service” He bowed
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