Titan Drillman in A.O.T - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Steve!!" Chief Drillman screamed into the communication line to see if the titan was responsive. Nothing came, just dead silence. "Steve, respond!" He yelled once again, and after receiving the same kind of response, he closed the channel down.
"Alright then, he's out only for now. As far as I can tell from here, his core is doing just fine." He said to himself, taking a glance at one of the many screens in the pod he was in. On it was displaying a 2d image of the titan's body. Several parts on the right side, specifically around his arm, torso, and stomach, had been displayed as damaged. Everything else seemed fine.
"I'll have to go see it for myself." Chief Drillman walked to the back of the pod and stepped right before the door, allowing it to open itself for him. Beyond was the incoming nightfall the sun had set, dipping below the horizon.
Before he could take any step further, he looked down to see a decent drop that didn't seem lethal.
"Shouldn't be too bad. Meanwhile, he's unconscious, I can move my way around here." He looked back into the room of his pod. "If only I had a jetpack, this would be much easier."
He shifted his way to the edge of the pod, making sure he didn't fall even though he would be fine, kind of.
Grabbing the sides of ledges and hinges that stuck out of the titan helped tremendously with moving around. He could hear the energy the titan ran on flowing through the body. Good thing, he descended slowly, almost slipping once, but luckily, the small indentations the titan had from being shot at by toilets helped make a good latter.
Just a few feet above the ground, good enough for Chief to finish, he jumped off, landing solid on the ground.
He looked down, then up, and all around. Yeah, this place had lost the beauty it once had just a few minutes ago, where there was grass, was now replaced with the ugly, lifeless, inhospitable dirt.
This place, despite what had just happened, still looked more peaceful than any landscape when combating the toilets.
But he shook those thoughts aside. He had to focus on what exactly had happened. He walked through the dirt, along the titan, damn he forgot how huge he was, this must've been what it felt like to be a normal toilet just being next to this monster and seeing it's gigantic stature.
The dirt, which was totally different from the nice green grass, extended for a good distance. If anything, he could draw out a nuclear explosion, presumably? But the radiation levels from the pod picked up nothing.
As he walked, seeing the titan still in its unconscious state, he remembered what he last saw. Only having momentarily forgotten it, that human, the boy, he was there.
He looked no older than a teenager, heck he was a teenager, a young one at that, but why was he there? Who was he? The thoughts and questions swirled in his mind as he tried to piece or attempt to make sense of what he had saw.
A boy was there, Steve tried to reach for him, and then the explosion came afterward. But that just didn't come across him, it just seemed impossible, as far as he knew, humans should've been extinct, if not, in small groups hiding in the most desolate regions of the world.
Crystal clear he saw the transition from a human boy to an explosion, something like that just isn't possible. "If I keep trying to think this over, I'm going to go insane."
As he kept walking, he kicked a piece of debris, making him trip a bit. "What is this?" He crouched and picked up the debris, and it was more than just debris. It was plating, armor plating belonging to the Drill Titan.
He had already made it past the brachial, approaching the elbow. This is the right side of Steve. "Slight problem." He said, looking upwards at the right arm.
Multiple burn marks were evident. Tons of dents were made in his arm, but none seemed to pose as a fatal injury, as of now.
"The output energy seems to be flowing through well enough, but if remember, the explosion occured near the stomach, and his hand was close." He turned his head towards Titan Drillman's right hand. There was something going on there, and it worried him.
Instead of walking, he ran, kicked, and picked up the dirt as he ran. He came to a halt when he noticed the real issue, his fingers had been severely broken, and one of them appeared to be nearly dislodged from the palm.
Not even ending there, a substantial amount of the armor protecting his hip and lower stomach was damaged. "Those readings weren't lying. The integrity of the armor held up enough to resist the explosion, which I'll say was just as, if not, more dangerous than Titan TV man's overload."
Some holes were visible, but the internal structure of the Drill Titan was more durable, supposedly, and hopefully, that would be the case. "Steve, you took quite the hit, but you're surviving, you're alive, and that's all I need right now." He said, rather more to himself.
He looked up and down across towards his legs and feet, which were fine, assuming the other side was mostly fine, nothing else would require necessary attention, he was fine.
He walked back and repeated the process of climbing up back into the pod, which he found far easier than having to climb down. Upon reaching the door, opening itself, and then closing after stepping in, he approached the panel that would allow him to access any needs.
"It's unsure when you will wake up, could be hours, days, or weeks, either way, we don't have much time to spare, especially when we are in a place we don't know." The clicking sound of a switch was rapid. "I will need you to wake up from your little nap."
On the many screens place before him, he had to keep track of everything that was going on, he glanced back an forth, reading the output of energy, the current stability of the core, and armor integrity, and availability of resources. His right hand was damaged, but Steve could simply cover it up with a drill.
A switch was flicked upwards, the light above the switch turning on, the words underneath saying "A.C.D," audio control discharge. Chief Drillman and most members of the Alliance had known that Steve was hyper sensitive to sound, especially those with high frequencies. "Alright, Steve, I hope you had some good dreams."
He put his hand on a disk, gave it a slight turn to a number of 4,000, measured in Hertz. This wouldn't wake up Steve but increase his activity, which helps in the process. Then his hand moved to another disk going by decibels and turned it to 150 decibels. Supposedly, 150 decibels is the equivalent of someone setting a firecracker just right in front of you.
The vibrations were very well felt from inside the pod.
"I feel like I'm in the speakermen base." Chief said to himself. One time he had paid a visit, he just couldn't possibly fathom how these partygoers could keep this up all night and day in the middle of a war.
The mixture of sounds going straight into Steve was beginning to cause major activity, the core began to work itself quicker, and a higher activity was detected in Steve's mind.
Not enough, so why not just go even higher. Boot it up to 500 decibels. He grabbed the disk and violently spun it to the number.
The Drill Titan jolted upwards and screamed in pain, holding on to his head. Chief reached out quickly and set the dials to 0, canceling all the sound.
What a relief, finally he's up. He turned off the switch to enable sound control and opened up the communication channel straight to the titan. "Hey Steve!" Chief said in a joyful manner.
The Drill titan let out a groan, a rather frustrated one. "Sorry about that, but we don't have all the time in the world for a slumber party."
Titan Drillman nodded but still let out another upset groan. He moved his right hand in front of him, only to see it in the state it shouldn't have been.
"Alright then, he's out only for now. As far as I can tell from here, his core is doing just fine." He said to himself, taking a glance at one of the many screens in the pod he was in. On it was displaying a 2d image of the titan's body. Several parts on the right side, specifically around his arm, torso, and stomach, had been displayed as damaged. Everything else seemed fine.
"I'll have to go see it for myself." Chief Drillman walked to the back of the pod and stepped right before the door, allowing it to open itself for him. Beyond was the incoming nightfall the sun had set, dipping below the horizon.
Before he could take any step further, he looked down to see a decent drop that didn't seem lethal.
"Shouldn't be too bad. Meanwhile, he's unconscious, I can move my way around here." He looked back into the room of his pod. "If only I had a jetpack, this would be much easier."
He shifted his way to the edge of the pod, making sure he didn't fall even though he would be fine, kind of.
Grabbing the sides of ledges and hinges that stuck out of the titan helped tremendously with moving around. He could hear the energy the titan ran on flowing through the body. Good thing, he descended slowly, almost slipping once, but luckily, the small indentations the titan had from being shot at by toilets helped make a good latter.
Just a few feet above the ground, good enough for Chief to finish, he jumped off, landing solid on the ground.
He looked down, then up, and all around. Yeah, this place had lost the beauty it once had just a few minutes ago, where there was grass, was now replaced with the ugly, lifeless, inhospitable dirt.
This place, despite what had just happened, still looked more peaceful than any landscape when combating the toilets.
But he shook those thoughts aside. He had to focus on what exactly had happened. He walked through the dirt, along the titan, damn he forgot how huge he was, this must've been what it felt like to be a normal toilet just being next to this monster and seeing it's gigantic stature.
The dirt, which was totally different from the nice green grass, extended for a good distance. If anything, he could draw out a nuclear explosion, presumably? But the radiation levels from the pod picked up nothing.
As he walked, seeing the titan still in its unconscious state, he remembered what he last saw. Only having momentarily forgotten it, that human, the boy, he was there.
He looked no older than a teenager, heck he was a teenager, a young one at that, but why was he there? Who was he? The thoughts and questions swirled in his mind as he tried to piece or attempt to make sense of what he had saw.
A boy was there, Steve tried to reach for him, and then the explosion came afterward. But that just didn't come across him, it just seemed impossible, as far as he knew, humans should've been extinct, if not, in small groups hiding in the most desolate regions of the world.
Crystal clear he saw the transition from a human boy to an explosion, something like that just isn't possible. "If I keep trying to think this over, I'm going to go insane."
As he kept walking, he kicked a piece of debris, making him trip a bit. "What is this?" He crouched and picked up the debris, and it was more than just debris. It was plating, armor plating belonging to the Drill Titan.
He had already made it past the brachial, approaching the elbow. This is the right side of Steve. "Slight problem." He said, looking upwards at the right arm.
Multiple burn marks were evident. Tons of dents were made in his arm, but none seemed to pose as a fatal injury, as of now.
"The output energy seems to be flowing through well enough, but if remember, the explosion occured near the stomach, and his hand was close." He turned his head towards Titan Drillman's right hand. There was something going on there, and it worried him.
Instead of walking, he ran, kicked, and picked up the dirt as he ran. He came to a halt when he noticed the real issue, his fingers had been severely broken, and one of them appeared to be nearly dislodged from the palm.
Not even ending there, a substantial amount of the armor protecting his hip and lower stomach was damaged. "Those readings weren't lying. The integrity of the armor held up enough to resist the explosion, which I'll say was just as, if not, more dangerous than Titan TV man's overload."
Some holes were visible, but the internal structure of the Drill Titan was more durable, supposedly, and hopefully, that would be the case. "Steve, you took quite the hit, but you're surviving, you're alive, and that's all I need right now." He said, rather more to himself.
He looked up and down across towards his legs and feet, which were fine, assuming the other side was mostly fine, nothing else would require necessary attention, he was fine.
He walked back and repeated the process of climbing up back into the pod, which he found far easier than having to climb down. Upon reaching the door, opening itself, and then closing after stepping in, he approached the panel that would allow him to access any needs.
"It's unsure when you will wake up, could be hours, days, or weeks, either way, we don't have much time to spare, especially when we are in a place we don't know." The clicking sound of a switch was rapid. "I will need you to wake up from your little nap."
On the many screens place before him, he had to keep track of everything that was going on, he glanced back an forth, reading the output of energy, the current stability of the core, and armor integrity, and availability of resources. His right hand was damaged, but Steve could simply cover it up with a drill.
A switch was flicked upwards, the light above the switch turning on, the words underneath saying "A.C.D," audio control discharge. Chief Drillman and most members of the Alliance had known that Steve was hyper sensitive to sound, especially those with high frequencies. "Alright, Steve, I hope you had some good dreams."
He put his hand on a disk, gave it a slight turn to a number of 4,000, measured in Hertz. This wouldn't wake up Steve but increase his activity, which helps in the process. Then his hand moved to another disk going by decibels and turned it to 150 decibels. Supposedly, 150 decibels is the equivalent of someone setting a firecracker just right in front of you.
The vibrations were very well felt from inside the pod.
"I feel like I'm in the speakermen base." Chief said to himself. One time he had paid a visit, he just couldn't possibly fathom how these partygoers could keep this up all night and day in the middle of a war.
The mixture of sounds going straight into Steve was beginning to cause major activity, the core began to work itself quicker, and a higher activity was detected in Steve's mind.
Not enough, so why not just go even higher. Boot it up to 500 decibels. He grabbed the disk and violently spun it to the number.
The Drill Titan jolted upwards and screamed in pain, holding on to his head. Chief reached out quickly and set the dials to 0, canceling all the sound.
What a relief, finally he's up. He turned off the switch to enable sound control and opened up the communication channel straight to the titan. "Hey Steve!" Chief said in a joyful manner.
The Drill titan let out a groan, a rather frustrated one. "Sorry about that, but we don't have all the time in the world for a slumber party."
Titan Drillman nodded but still let out another upset groan. He moved his right hand in front of him, only to see it in the state it shouldn't have been.
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