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I have no power!....Wait, what? [Open]
After the events that have transpired thus far, and being unable to find any of his friends, Judau had not been in the proudest of states now. It didn't comfort him knowing that either everyone was either dead, or stuck in those pods he had came from. For now, waiting patiently was the only thing he could do...But he even failed at that. At least back in Shangri-La, when he had to work, work was more fun than simply sitting on his own thumbs and hoping for something to happen.
Thus explained his second venture into the hangar. There were plenty of Gundams around indeed, each one earning several seconds of gawking at before Judau ran towards the next. But he had not been interested in taking them out instead of his own machine. no matter how colorful or cool their designs had been. Were he still a junk dealer, his mindset would scream at him to take them for himself and sell them for a gigantic profit, one big enough to set him up for life. Tempting as it was, without Leina or any of his friends, it wouldn't do him much good anyway. Currency was good here, sure, but it wasn't enough for him to accomplish his goals.
Upon reaching the further depths of the hangar, there he saw it: The ZZ Gundam at long last. The rest of the machines around it were of little concern now, for Judau had found the one thing he had sought all this time. Even better, it had been repaired! With an ever growing smirk, he rushed to his old machine. Even without his pilot suit, Judau climbed the mecha and onto its chest. His hand pressed the button on the side, wasting no time in getting in there and activating the slumbering mech after all this time.
He moved over to the chair once he stepped in side, sitting atop of it and pressing the buttons to activate the machine. His grin grew even wider as the Gundam lit up, eyes flashing and the inside of the cockpit lighting up. Simply seeing it had brought back quite a few memories, even during the time he had piloted the Zeta Gundam before Roux ended up having to do that job. The cameras adjusted, showing him everything outside of the machine; he always did love the 360 cameras. Gripping the controls, he prepared to move the ZZ.
"Sorry guys, but I gotta do this," he said. "Sitting around here isn't my style! Judau Ashta, ZZ, launch---"
And before he could even prepare those words or fire up the engine, the ZZ Gundam powered down, causing a blackout inside of the cockpit, ceasing the functions of the cameras as well. Judau stared straight forward, jaw-dropped in absolute disbelief over what had just transpired. His eye twitched, and he had grown far too annoyed of all of this.
"You have gotta be kidding me..." he muttered, before finally shouting. "They didn't even bother to recharge the power supply!? What the hell is the point in even storing it if they didn't do that!?"
And so plan B had failed miserably as well. All Judau could do was slump back in his seat and give a sigh of defeat. There was one sliver of good news now: he knew what he could do around the ship for time being.
Thus explained his second venture into the hangar. There were plenty of Gundams around indeed, each one earning several seconds of gawking at before Judau ran towards the next. But he had not been interested in taking them out instead of his own machine. no matter how colorful or cool their designs had been. Were he still a junk dealer, his mindset would scream at him to take them for himself and sell them for a gigantic profit, one big enough to set him up for life. Tempting as it was, without Leina or any of his friends, it wouldn't do him much good anyway. Currency was good here, sure, but it wasn't enough for him to accomplish his goals.
Upon reaching the further depths of the hangar, there he saw it: The ZZ Gundam at long last. The rest of the machines around it were of little concern now, for Judau had found the one thing he had sought all this time. Even better, it had been repaired! With an ever growing smirk, he rushed to his old machine. Even without his pilot suit, Judau climbed the mecha and onto its chest. His hand pressed the button on the side, wasting no time in getting in there and activating the slumbering mech after all this time.
He moved over to the chair once he stepped in side, sitting atop of it and pressing the buttons to activate the machine. His grin grew even wider as the Gundam lit up, eyes flashing and the inside of the cockpit lighting up. Simply seeing it had brought back quite a few memories, even during the time he had piloted the Zeta Gundam before Roux ended up having to do that job. The cameras adjusted, showing him everything outside of the machine; he always did love the 360 cameras. Gripping the controls, he prepared to move the ZZ.
"Sorry guys, but I gotta do this," he said. "Sitting around here isn't my style! Judau Ashta, ZZ, launch---"
And before he could even prepare those words or fire up the engine, the ZZ Gundam powered down, causing a blackout inside of the cockpit, ceasing the functions of the cameras as well. Judau stared straight forward, jaw-dropped in absolute disbelief over what had just transpired. His eye twitched, and he had grown far too annoyed of all of this.
"You have gotta be kidding me..." he muttered, before finally shouting. "They didn't even bother to recharge the power supply!? What the hell is the point in even storing it if they didn't do that!?"
And so plan B had failed miserably as well. All Judau could do was slump back in his seat and give a sigh of defeat. There was one sliver of good news now: he knew what he could do around the ship for time being.