Heavy Metal Thunder
Oct 6, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
Post by Gaunt on Oct 6, 2014 21:49:19 GMT -6
Slobo was conflicted about his genetic father. He had been for as long as he'd been aware. Lobo had always been held up as an ideal for him to live up to in most ways. Back at the lab, they wanted Lobo's ruthlessness, his violence, but not his disrespect for authority. Slobo had inherited some of that last bit, but the other parts had been toned down a lot thanks to the human bits patching his DNA. He had a conscience, empathy, things that pureblooded Czarnians lacked. Warrior races often were somewhat lacking in those departments.
There was one thing about Lobo that he did like, though, and that was his style. For all his cartoonish violence and horrifying disregard for human life, Lobo had swag to spare. Slobo had modeled his alien biker gang aesthetic after the Main Man, but one thing was missing. He still needed a sick chopper. He'd been going over what videos he could find lately, trying to figure out the details of Lobo's infamous spacebike. It was a masterpiece, clearly made with all sorts of alien technology. Technology that Slobo didn't have. He'd have to improvise. Lucky him, he was good at that. Part of his inheritance from the Czarnian side of the family was a knack for gadgets. It would be no space-hog, but he could whip up a decent ride with stuff from the junkyard.
He was making good progress. The general shape was coming together, and he had some working models for the hover drives. It helped that his alien biology eliminated any need for sleep or food. The Top Teen had been working on this almost non-stop. When the inspiration struck him, he sometimes went a little overboard. It was well into the night now, and he wasn't quite sure what day it even was. All that wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff tended to get lost in the shuffle when he was working on a major project. His holofield disguise had been left aside so his work wouldn't interfere with the projection. Besides, who even came out here besides Silverwing? Slobo leaned in, carefully welding another piece on. He barely flinched as the sparks left burns on his face, the injuries fading away in seconds. This was quicker than finding a welding mask.
There was one thing about Lobo that he did like, though, and that was his style. For all his cartoonish violence and horrifying disregard for human life, Lobo had swag to spare. Slobo had modeled his alien biker gang aesthetic after the Main Man, but one thing was missing. He still needed a sick chopper. He'd been going over what videos he could find lately, trying to figure out the details of Lobo's infamous spacebike. It was a masterpiece, clearly made with all sorts of alien technology. Technology that Slobo didn't have. He'd have to improvise. Lucky him, he was good at that. Part of his inheritance from the Czarnian side of the family was a knack for gadgets. It would be no space-hog, but he could whip up a decent ride with stuff from the junkyard.
He was making good progress. The general shape was coming together, and he had some working models for the hover drives. It helped that his alien biology eliminated any need for sleep or food. The Top Teen had been working on this almost non-stop. When the inspiration struck him, he sometimes went a little overboard. It was well into the night now, and he wasn't quite sure what day it even was. All that wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff tended to get lost in the shuffle when he was working on a major project. His holofield disguise had been left aside so his work wouldn't interfere with the projection. Besides, who even came out here besides Silverwing? Slobo leaned in, carefully welding another piece on. He barely flinched as the sparks left burns on his face, the injuries fading away in seconds. This was quicker than finding a welding mask.