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How many hours now? The sand had gotten trapped between his tracks - at first it had just been itchy and annoying, but now it ground in as he headed slowly onward - he felt each scratch against the metal, but made no sound of protest. His gun was digging in as well, the weapon dragging him back and the strap sharply digging into his shoulder, into that joint between metal and metal, pressing against one of the bolts holding his shoulder in place. A few miles ago, he'd tried to adjust it a little, but was met with a screech and a stream of commands from Herr Vogel, sat upon the butt of the gun. He always had to do what Herr Vogel said. He was good, and they had said he only wanted what was best for him. He might look a bit funny with his little wings and skull face, but Herr Vogel was a good man

Herr Vogel was a good man.

The sun was heating his radio up, and it scorched his synthetic skin, but he travelled on, hat slipping down over his eyes a little. Too bright, it was all too bright, his eyes were growing weary, and he moved slower and slower, gears grinding against each other.

"What are you doing? Why are we slowing? Did I order you to slow like this?" the small man snapped, hopping onto his shoulder and poking his neck with his wings. The hot metal against sunburn made him let out a low whimper.

"Sorry, Herr, truly sorry. I'll just get going, Herr, I'll go faster," he muttered under the screech of his metal jaw moving and the fluttering of his commander's wings.

His feet would not move, not an inch. Desperately, he leant down, and with his good hand, loosened the bolts of his 'knees'. He took a small step, then another, and another, wobbling, off-kilter. With a loud thud and a clang, he collapsed in the sand, eyes half closed against the sun, his hat having fallen off. A squawk.

No, not Herr Vogel! Herr Vogel was a good man.

"Sorry, Herr, truly sorry," he mumbled once more, watching the small man stand close to his face, trying to push his head with his small, silver wings.

"I'm truly sorry, Herr."
aaa this is a little old now and INCREDIBLY shittily written! I just wanted to write something for Jimmy.
From when =DemonRoni first made Ulrich.
Tragic little fucker.
Him and Vogel have become much more rounded characters since then. Vogel has also physically become more rounded - he's got a pudgy little belly now.
I put under science fiction because their setting is futuristic, I believe.

Ulrich and Vogel belong to =DemonRoni.
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Soldat-Mimi Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is awesome!

You have so much talent, I really love your writing style. I enjoy reading this kind of short stories that are so full of details and emotion :)
bio-mechanic Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much!
I'm glad you enjoyed this. Maybe I'll try and write some more short stories with Jim's tanks and planes in, they're fun!
Soldat-Mimi Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
You're welcome! c:
That would be great, I find them fun too :'D Wish I could write nicely in English too :)
JimPAVLICA Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2011  Professional Digital Artist
I still love this very much <3
I re-read it several times, lol xD

Basically Ulrich's very first fan art :'3

I like how you are able to explain stuff, like in the first paragraph.
I usually really run out of imagination by those parts xD
You describe things so well, I love reading your stuff. c:
bio-mechanic Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I'm glad you like C:

bahaha that's shit, the first paragraph. Too short hnngg.
JimPAVLICA Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2011  Professional Digital Artist
Mine are even shorter xD
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