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| Brocco, An Introduction; Personal Roleplay | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 1 2007, 08:47 AM (185 Views) | |
| jussoc | Mar 1 2007, 08:47 AM Post #1 |
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Standing on the brim of an outstretched ledge the gray-skinned Saiyan laughs to himself. It is a deep laugh. It is a rich laugh. It is a dark laugh. Before the Saiyan’s cold eyes, the flames of the ruined city below glow. The earth burns red from the flames as the sky turns to black from the rising smoke. Inhaling the dark vapors, the Saiyan grins as the fruits of his labors fill his nostrils. Exhaling, this warrior of the universe then clenches his fists proudly and shouts to the scorched planet below. Hear me lost people of this planet. Your souls are mine to ensnare just as your lives were mine to take. You dared stand against the fury of the Saiyans and for this you met with death at the hand of one of the universe’s mightiest warriors. Now know the name of your punisher. BROCCO! Puffing up his chest, Brocco screams out of his name so that the sound echoes across the tarnished planet. Breathing deeply again, Brocco then opens his lungs and feels the flames within them build. From his mouth fire then explodes in a controlled blast that stretches up and into the sky. Passively closing his lips, the fire then fades leaving only dark vapor seeping through the teeth of the Saiyan’s menacing smile. Something then stirs the Saiyan from his moment of commemoration as an object in the sky bursts through the hemisphere. Raising his eyes Brocco identifies the mysterious vessel to be a ship sweltering down toward the planet. In an eruption of dirt the vehicle then crashes in the distance. Raising his hand to the scouter attached his head, Brocco pushes a small button. The device then calculates wildly until it resolves on a solution. I sure hope you have not come to fight my fair visitor. For you don’t stand a chance against the strength of Brocco. Propelling himself off of the ledge Brocco flies out in the direction of the ship. Arriving at the crash site Brocco then hovers in mid-air surveying the scene. Watching, Brocco waits to discover the identity of this strange invader. The vehicles door then opens. Clamoring out of the vehicle a young man dressed in a robe falls to the ground. Rising the man then reaches into his ship and pulls two items from the bay door. The first is a sword that he straps to his back. The second item is a shield that the man grips in his hand as he climbs his way out of the crater created in the wake of his landing. Having seen enough, Brocco then descends out of the sky to greet the young traveler. Noting the Saiyan’s descend the young man pulls himself over the lip of the basin and then straightens his back with his shield covering his torso. Landing a few feet in front of the lad Brocco crosses his arms and glares at the traveler. My name is Brocco. The planet you have landed upon is owned by the Saiyan people now. I am its ruler of present. You are nothing to me. Brocco smiles at the young man’s ignorance. How brave he was, but how foolish also. With the mere stop of his foot Brocco could shatter the very earth beneath this juvenile crusader and send him falling helplessly into the planet’s core. How ignorant he was. I know who you are. You’re smell is what gives you away. You stink of sin. I reek of power you foolish boy. Are you not afraid? I could crush you in the palm of my hand. Once perhaps I may have been afraid. But fear is for those who have something to lose. You have already taken everything from me. My name is Galad, from the planet of Ultarian. Perhaps you remember it? Not at the moment. I apologize, in what I do, I travel a lot. It was 12 years ago. You came to my planet seeking to claim it, just as you have come here. To prepare it to be sold to the highest bidder. I was there, but I was but a child. I was only 10 years of age at the time. But I have grown, Saiyan scum. I have grown and have prepared my whole life to avenge my fallen people. A noble story, but one that I fear will not end well for its hero. Your power level is far too low. You can never defeat me. Perhaps I may not need to defeat you. Oh no, trust me. You will. Leaping off the ground Brocco then charges toward the outspoken youngster drawing back his fist as he speeds through the air. Lashing out the robed traveler is quick to block the attack with the raise of his shield but the force of the blow is still enough to cause his legs to tremble. Regaining balance, Brocco then pivots himself around his defended foe and propels a fist upward into Galad’s tender jaw. The contact of the strike sends this last child of Ultarian’s head shooting backward as he cries in pain. Spinning on his heel, Brocco then perfectly plants the sole of his foot into Galad’s stomach. The youngster’s body folds under the pressure and he is shot backward uncontrollably. Skidding across the ground unable to gain control of his momentum Galad then slides to a stop. Grinning to himself at the helpless moaning figure in the near distance, Brocco holds out his palm to his side. Following a flex of his muscles, a ball of energy then appears hovering between his finger tips. With the mighty hurl of his arm this orb of light then speeds toward the fallen Galad. Noting the incoming attack, Galad, wrenching with pain, scampers for control of his shield. In a haze of dirt and fire he then disappears. Cracking his knuckles, Brocco chuckles to himself at the sight. He watches as the exploded earth rains down and the smoke clears knowing that there is nothing left where once they rested. He watches as the motionless figure of the smoldering Galad slowly comes into view. Wanting to examine his prize, Brocco makes his way over to the crushed body of the bold youngster. But as the proud Saiyan approaches the seemingly lifeless lad, he finds that perhaps all is not as it seems. Leaning over his opponent, the Saiyan notes the fresh color still in the young man’s face, the short breathes that are still leaving his nostrils, and, most notably, the remnants of a broken shield. The same shield that had been used to block the Saiyan’s energy blast from every reaching young Galad. But all of these observations come too late as the robed man’s sword is pulled from his back and thrust through Brocco’s armor and into his gut. Gasping in pain, Brocco falls to his knees. Driving the blade farther into the gray-skinned warrior’s flesh, Galad rose to his feet. But how? No simple sword could pierce Saiyan armor! Do you honestly believe me stupid enough to travel across the universe with nothing but a regular blade? This is no simple sword. What is this pain? It is unlike any I have ever felt. It burns my body, and seems to weaken my entire being. What have you done to me? I have taken the only thing that matters to you. I have taken your pride in your power. What!? For every moment that this blade stays lodged in your body it will drain your power from you. All the power that you have grown so proud of. All of your strength, abilities, and even your knowledge of battle will be taken from you. In one swift movement Galad then sharply pulls the blade from Brocco’s torso. Crying out in pain, the Saiyan clutches his chest with two trembling hands. But I do not wish you to be entirely powerless. I shall leave you some reminisce of your power. You will be left with just enough that I can be sure you can continue to survive. Survive? Yes, survive. I came here to avenge my planet Brocco, but that does not mean I came here to kill you. I came here to punish you and death is far too quick. Galad then returns his sword to its sheath on his back. The youngster then places an outstretched and open palm over the shuttering Saiyan’s head. I have sought my whole life for the perfect weapon to defeat you. I have studied many arts but none is perhaps more powerful than the art of sorcery. Today I shall place a spell on you, Brocco of Vegeta. A spell that will take from you what you stole from me so many years ago. You will be a man without a home. Planet Vegeta will never die! I do not mean your home world, Brocco. I was referring to your place in time. What? I shall expel you 100 years into the future to a time where warriors will be able to crush you with a single blow. What is more, you shall be sent to a far away distant planet. A world that you do not know filled with a whole new race of peoples. I will not let you do this. You do not have a choice, just as my people did not have a choice when you slaughtered them. All except for one little detail. Speak. There is one way that you can return to this place and in this time. But it is something that no Saiyan has ever done. Tell me. You must cry. You must cry and feel guilty for all the people’s lives you have taken. Once this happens, you may return. Ha! A Saiyan cry! Saiyan’s feel no guilt. We are the superior race. Then you may never see your home again. Good bye Brocco. Wait… But his cry is too late. In a flash of light that radiates out of Galad’s hand Brocco is then lost in the radiance. Tumbling in a space void of meaning, Brocco can do nothing but watch helpless as his armor is torn from his body. His scouter is then ripped from his ear. Wearing nothing and naked to the universe, Brocco then disappears once more in a stream of blinding flashes. [LET THE GAMES BEGIN...] |
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