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Bastilla Char
Creepy Ship in the Desert
Bastilla looked on his new partners with an odd sense of curiosity. It would take some time to adjust to all this, and he had hardly accepted that he was trapped in some new universe. Despite that, he stuck close to his companions, the Gaia Gear's arsenal ready and waiting for another horrifying creature to emerge. And then there was that twinkling light, whatever it might have been. His Newtype senses were blaring, telling him to run away, and to stay away from these strangers.
But for once he had decided to ignore these instincts. He was someone who could help, and his Man-Machine was more than capable of dealing with Aliens, even if he had no clue what in the world(s) they were. Nothing is too strong for Gaia Gear and Bastilla. He led Metatron, an organization dedicated to saving the lives of those caught up in a mad war between Z and the MHA. This was... similar. If not similar then it was still something he felt he should be doing.
"So, let's say we find these people. What's the plan after that? Like, where the hell do we take them? Have you guys found something other than this big ass wreck here? Because I haven't seen anything but sand. I highly doubt we have the resources to feed and give water to like, a ship crew, let alone ourselves. I've got maybe a week's rations, I don't think I could stretch that to that many people."
He was thinking ahead, as he was oft to do as a leader, and he really hoped they had already thought of that. Otherwise, they would be pulling them from the creepy structure only to have them death march through the desert or fry on a Man-Machine.
Creepy Ship in the Desert
Bastilla looked on his new partners with an odd sense of curiosity. It would take some time to adjust to all this, and he had hardly accepted that he was trapped in some new universe. Despite that, he stuck close to his companions, the Gaia Gear's arsenal ready and waiting for another horrifying creature to emerge. And then there was that twinkling light, whatever it might have been. His Newtype senses were blaring, telling him to run away, and to stay away from these strangers.
But for once he had decided to ignore these instincts. He was someone who could help, and his Man-Machine was more than capable of dealing with Aliens, even if he had no clue what in the world(s) they were. Nothing is too strong for Gaia Gear and Bastilla. He led Metatron, an organization dedicated to saving the lives of those caught up in a mad war between Z and the MHA. This was... similar. If not similar then it was still something he felt he should be doing.
"So, let's say we find these people. What's the plan after that? Like, where the hell do we take them? Have you guys found something other than this big ass wreck here? Because I haven't seen anything but sand. I highly doubt we have the resources to feed and give water to like, a ship crew, let alone ourselves. I've got maybe a week's rations, I don't think I could stretch that to that many people."
He was thinking ahead, as he was oft to do as a leader, and he really hoped they had already thought of that. Otherwise, they would be pulling them from the creepy structure only to have them death march through the desert or fry on a Man-Machine.