EdwardDewey98
Professional Argentine
After spending some time with his fellow crewmates, Jericho waved at Shelby and walked back to his room. While he really enjoyed spending time with a friend, he couldn't help but feel a bit out of place again. He walked out of the gym, back to the barracks and into his room where he locked the door behind him. He looked through his belongings, and pulled some sort of device from them. It was a charging device, but not the typical one that you would use to charge a house android. This highly rare and also highly illegal item was used by various free-willed androids and robots. One could consider it a quite overpowering drug, and it allowed Jericho to overcharge his systems. Which basically meant he'd either get rather crazy or just pass out entirely.
He sat on his bed, and put some music on his datapad. He rested it on the table next to the bed, and layed there, trying to relax. But most importantly, trying to not remember or think. He connected his cord to the device, then activated. What followed next was a rush of energy that went through Jericho's entire body. Seeing him in a pure state of euphoria. Eventually, he passed out.
• Thirty years ago. City of Tokyo. •
In the slightly more impoverished corners of NeoTokyo, in a small and rather derelict apartment block, there's a sign that says in Japanese and English 'ROBOT and ANDROID repairs'. Hidden inside, in a small room full of machinery and synthetic parts, was a young asian man. Around his mid-twenties, and working on a large robot. The young man removed his goggles after a pause, and took a sip of soda. He glanced about, and was surprised to see four androids and another robot standing in the doorway of his shop. He smiled at them as they walked in. "Back so soon?" he asked, offering a soda to one of the androids.
The team consisted of three females: Yukimaru, Satonaka, and Marla. There was also one male, Jericho, and a rather tall robot who seemed to have male programming. Hanson. The robot crossed his arms and rested against the store counter. "Target was neutralized by Jericho and Satonaka here." He shrugged. "His goons did not act afterwards. We claimed the reward immediately." The rather youthful android lady, Satonaka, rested her body against the robot. "Yeh! Easy stuff. Cut through a few goons, and Jerry here had fun with the target." The young man looked at Jericho, and booped him on the nose. "Good job, Jerry!" Jericho simply smiled. "Anything for you, master."
"I think that'll be the twenty second job that you've guys successfully completed! That merits some sort of celebration! Pizza maybe?" he said, picking up his datapad. Yukimaru and Satonaka started to cheer happily, chanting "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!". As he tries to make the call, however, he looks to Jericho who walked to the back of the store. He followed after, curious. "Jerry? Are you okay?" Jericho turned to face 'Jay', and gave him a friendly "Of course, Master Jidai. I just need to rest for a moment." Jidai crossed his arms. "...you have to call me Jay, Jericho. You can't call me that anymore."
Jericho nodded. "Sorry, master. I sometimes forget your current state. Its been a few months." Jidai looked down for a moment, before speaking up again. "...have you thought about what I told you?" The android looked a bit lost for a moment, before remembering. "...I don't know, master."
Jidai placed a hand on Jericho's shoulder. "...Think about it, okay? You know how much it'd mean to me." Jericho nodded and smiled. "...Pizza sounds good, Master."
He sat on his bed, and put some music on his datapad. He rested it on the table next to the bed, and layed there, trying to relax. But most importantly, trying to not remember or think. He connected his cord to the device, then activated. What followed next was a rush of energy that went through Jericho's entire body. Seeing him in a pure state of euphoria. Eventually, he passed out.
• Thirty years ago. City of Tokyo. •
In the slightly more impoverished corners of NeoTokyo, in a small and rather derelict apartment block, there's a sign that says in Japanese and English 'ROBOT and ANDROID repairs'. Hidden inside, in a small room full of machinery and synthetic parts, was a young asian man. Around his mid-twenties, and working on a large robot. The young man removed his goggles after a pause, and took a sip of soda. He glanced about, and was surprised to see four androids and another robot standing in the doorway of his shop. He smiled at them as they walked in. "Back so soon?" he asked, offering a soda to one of the androids.
The team consisted of three females: Yukimaru, Satonaka, and Marla. There was also one male, Jericho, and a rather tall robot who seemed to have male programming. Hanson. The robot crossed his arms and rested against the store counter. "Target was neutralized by Jericho and Satonaka here." He shrugged. "His goons did not act afterwards. We claimed the reward immediately." The rather youthful android lady, Satonaka, rested her body against the robot. "Yeh! Easy stuff. Cut through a few goons, and Jerry here had fun with the target." The young man looked at Jericho, and booped him on the nose. "Good job, Jerry!" Jericho simply smiled. "Anything for you, master."
"I think that'll be the twenty second job that you've guys successfully completed! That merits some sort of celebration! Pizza maybe?" he said, picking up his datapad. Yukimaru and Satonaka started to cheer happily, chanting "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!". As he tries to make the call, however, he looks to Jericho who walked to the back of the store. He followed after, curious. "Jerry? Are you okay?" Jericho turned to face 'Jay', and gave him a friendly "Of course, Master Jidai. I just need to rest for a moment." Jidai crossed his arms. "...you have to call me Jay, Jericho. You can't call me that anymore."
Jericho nodded. "Sorry, master. I sometimes forget your current state. Its been a few months." Jidai looked down for a moment, before speaking up again. "...have you thought about what I told you?" The android looked a bit lost for a moment, before remembering. "...I don't know, master."
Jidai placed a hand on Jericho's shoulder. "...Think about it, okay? You know how much it'd mean to me." Jericho nodded and smiled. "...Pizza sounds good, Master."