11-16-2003, 07:59 PM
While Goku was having his mid-Gundam crisis....
Tank cautiously moved over to his duplicate, noticing just how much he looked like himself. Well...almost the same. His face seemed to be set in a frown, the eyebrows knitted together slightly, as if he was normally angry.
"Well, he looks alive...if a bit upset." Tank muttered, noticing the rise and fall of the other's chest, and the angry feel of the Force around him.
He turned his attention back to the collar, figuring that it was best to let...himself...wake up on his own. Smoke drifted up from some of the circuits, with a spark appearing once in awhile.
Tank shook his head. "This thing is totally shot. Blast...and I thought I was getting somewhere. Back to square one." He began to disconnect the cables leading to the moniter and the collar when he noticed something odd.
Behind the moniter was an astromech plugin he hadn't been aware of. Made sense in a way, since their processing power could be useful in experiements such as this. But he hadn't brought his R2, Bolt, with him. Yet there were fresh wheel marks on the deck, and a strange looking claw thing next to the plugin.
Only one conclusion could be made. "R2Vader..." Tank said grimly.
Just then a groan could be heard behind him. He turned about and saw his double rise up into a seated position, rubbing his head.
"Well, welcome back to the world of the living." Tank said to the other.
T2 looked up in surpise, then shock. "What? Two of us?" His face contorted to a scowl, as if upset at the notion.
Tank cautiously moved over to his duplicate, noticing just how much he looked like himself. Well...almost the same. His face seemed to be set in a frown, the eyebrows knitted together slightly, as if he was normally angry.
"Well, he looks alive...if a bit upset." Tank muttered, noticing the rise and fall of the other's chest, and the angry feel of the Force around him.
He turned his attention back to the collar, figuring that it was best to let...himself...wake up on his own. Smoke drifted up from some of the circuits, with a spark appearing once in awhile.
Tank shook his head. "This thing is totally shot. Blast...and I thought I was getting somewhere. Back to square one." He began to disconnect the cables leading to the moniter and the collar when he noticed something odd.
Behind the moniter was an astromech plugin he hadn't been aware of. Made sense in a way, since their processing power could be useful in experiements such as this. But he hadn't brought his R2, Bolt, with him. Yet there were fresh wheel marks on the deck, and a strange looking claw thing next to the plugin.
Only one conclusion could be made. "R2Vader..." Tank said grimly.
Just then a groan could be heard behind him. He turned about and saw his double rise up into a seated position, rubbing his head.
"Well, welcome back to the world of the living." Tank said to the other.
T2 looked up in surpise, then shock. "What? Two of us?" His face contorted to a scowl, as if upset at the notion.
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.