Thread: The New World [ARxGoddess]

Zander, who had given himself that name due to the only human who had ever shown him compassion and respect, had been waiting for the sound of the GI-Engines that powered most vehicles of their time. Gravitational inertial engines, or GI-Engines for short gave off a low frequency hum that to human ears was completely undetectable. Thus humans used specialized equipment to detect the frequency in order to better have a grasp of their surroundings. Zander however was capable of detecting the low frequency hum and he knew that the raiders were coming before they'd even gotten within earshot of their yipping and hollering. They sounded more like the wild animals that they claimed Zander's kind to be. Zander wore very minimal clothing, a simple loin cloth covering his genitalia and his left arm was armored with some modified exo-suits that the humans had made in order to overcome their physical weakness. Zander stood in front of the booty that he was about to trade off for a companion, he lived in isolation and away from his people and as such, he was very, very alone. The equipment he was going to trade off with, was parts for repairing energy shields and even a repaired amplifier core which would be used to give a boost to any vehicle it was properly installed on. Turning his left arm over, Zander slid back a metal panel on his armor and there was a small screen below it. He pressed down on the screen and the netting which was covering the loot dimmed. He had used a specific netting that was capable of holding and retaining an electrical current strong enough to fry anything that touched it. As the leader of the group approached, who Zander had dealt with many times prior, Zander didn't move from his spot instead he let the human male come to him. The human male was one of the few who was young during the time of the war, and had fought in it. Not only that, he had lost his arm due to the war, but the new arm he had was plenty of an improvement. As the human extended his hand out to Zander, Zander reached out and grabbed the man named Yondu's forearm, and he did the same to Zander. Zander was a man of few words, and Yondu was a man which meant he had plenty of words to say most of which were irrelevant. I needn't food for myself as I have the ability to hunt, Zander said coldly. Reaching down, Zander picked up the netting and with one arm lifted the nearly one hundred and sixty pounds of mechanical parts up off the ground and set it in front of Yondu. I desire something more physical. he spoke his eyes locking on Yondu's. Yondu was about the same size as Zander, a little shorter but he was obviously well fed and lived easily. Zander, while food was scarce had the ability to find his own food and find food for one other. Which was why he had made this deal. It was tech for companionship, and that was something he had wanted for many years now. Where is she? Zander asked. Yondu looked up the crater's wall and then back to Zander trying to see if there was something fishy going on, but when he determined this was a legitimate trade Yondu whistled loudly. MIRA! BRING THAT DOWN HERE! Yondu shouted. He had made it seem that Zander was trading for something so simple as cloth and supplies to make his life more comfortable. But in reality Yondu had given her these items to allow her to make her life more comfortable once she left the pack. Zander's eyes were locked on the edge of the crater, waiting to see what his new property would look like.