"Another day, another fake human being.."

Scar grumbled to himself. He just 'killed' another robot. A damn mechanic..thing that invased the earth and took control of it. They were disguised as humans, acting like human, looking like humans to gain your trust and..crush you into pieces. Quite literaly. Scar once saw them take the victims into one of many stations and...well, they didn't come back.

The green eyed boy opened the robot's metal trapdoor on the back, looking for useful parts he used for making gadgets of his own. Well..they weren't exactly gadgets and useful but what else could a 17 year old do, other than surviving? Scar wasn't the best at fighting, sure he did out down a few droid's but..That's nothing big now. And not enough.

He was looking for anyone alive for weeks of not months but..the earth Has changed so much..The technology outgrewed everything people thought was possible. Hell, his leg was blasted and he made a prosthetic leg brace for it. It wasn't the best but hey, its functional.

Scar hasn't found anyone yet. Yet. "We'll find them, Fuks (Yes. Fuks. that means luck.)..." His eyes locked onto his small rock. Yeah. Rock. Did we say he's not..completely dane? Anyway, now you know he's not.

He sighed softly, standing up and tossing what he saw as useful into his bag. His hand ran through his hair and he looked around for any droid or detectors. "Looks like its clear for now." He picked the rock into his gloved hand and along with it, walked on another long trip. He never knew where he's going. Nothing was recognizable. Not anymore.

As he walked though a quiet alleyway, he heard...strugling. Human strugling. He gasped. Not with fear. With delight. Scar looked around the corner of the building and froze, seeing someone strugling in the grip of three droid's..

He was a bit shorter boy than him...probably around his age..Hard to tell in the bad light.