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| Topic Started: May 18 2009, 10:52 PM (180 Views) | |
| btuna | May 18 2009, 10:52 PM Post #1 |
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Location: Earth Difficulty: Medium (10 Posts, 2 Day Minimum) Rewards: +500 zeni, +2 DP, +15 all stats, +2 Rp Credits, +1 on alignment scale The government of Topa Topa island has taken corruption to a new level. What was once an island paradise is now a police state, with the self declared Grand Czar Mitzurugi in charge. A group of fed up townsfolk have declared rebellion, and have enlisted the aid of some powerful fighters, and have obtained some very powerful weaponry. You have been asked to assist the people in their rebellion, but be cautious; Mitzurugi has hired mercenary fighters of his own. |
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| btuna | May 18 2009, 11:28 PM Post #2 |
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The island of Topa Topa was just off the coast of Southern City. It was nestled amongst a chain of islands known for their beauty but also their dark side. The government of Topa Topa was always questioned for their actions. The people demanded answers and eventually they got some. _________________________________________________________________________________ |Topa Topa Island: Home to the corrupt| Topa Topa -- The island government has taken matters into their own hands, led by the self-proclaimed Czar of Topa Topa, Mitzurugi, martial law has been instated. The citizens were outraged at the declaration and resisted with riots. Though no lives were lost, the brutal force of the police squads caused many injuries to civilians late Friday night. The police captain had no comment for us. ___________________________________________________________________________________ Yajirobe had visited the island many of times as a child and now that he was in his late twenties, he thought he’d visit the memorable paradise island one more time. It was a saddened look on his face when he finished reading the article in the paper. The once touristy destination was now held to strict rules, curfews and an even more ridiculous set of laws that were newly announced each day. Yajirobe crumpled the paper, tossing it into a nearby trash canister. He began walking down the quiet street towards his hotel. There was almost nobody out in the streets and it was just before three in the afternoon. Hotel Flores was a small thirty room hotel that had earned a four star rating out of five. Yajirobe could not normally afford the costs to stay at such an establishment but he had recently come into a large sum of money and a vacation was needed immediately. The hotel was three stories tall with a large balcony above the main entrance. The walls were stucco and the windows were but wooden shutters that accentuated the antique look they were going for. As Yajirobe approached the hotel there was an alarm that went off. It sounded like a siren and sure enough a squad car pulled up next to Yajirobe who stopped just as the car stopped. The windows were tinted and as they lowered, smoke flowed from inside. At first Yajirobe could only make out the lit end of a cigarette but then as the smoke cleared, he saw that there were two officers inside the car. They looked at him with disgust as they opened their doors to get out. “What’s the problem?” asked Yajirobe. “We ain’t talkin to ya yet boy,” snapped one of the officers. The driver of the squad car came around the front, tapping his hand on the hood of the car and then looked at the gold Rolex that was strapped to his wrist. It glistened in the afternoon sun. He stopped short of Yajirobe and waved his hand at the other officer. “Calm down Gene,” he said with a soothing voice. The officer looked at Yajirobe in the eyes while tapping the face of his watch. “Are you aware of the time?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a response. “It is about four after three and you shouldn’t be on the streets,” the officer stated. Yajirobe rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe this was happening. After all, he though that the media was overplaying this whole government control thing. Boy was he about to find out the truth. Here he was, in the middle of town, heading to his luxury suite at Hotel Flores. There was probably a bottle of Corona waiting for him and fresh limes chilling on a plate next to it. If he was lucky, they probably set out a dish of fresh fruit too. Yajirobe was about to find out how unlucky he just was. |
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| btuna | May 19 2009, 11:12 PM Post #3 |
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The definition of LUCK is described as a combination of circumstances, events, etc., operating by chance to bring good or ill to a person. Yajirobe was unsure of what circumstances prompted the officer’s to stop and harass him. What he did know was that his luck had run out. He hadn’t been able to say a word since the officers approached him. “So chubby,” taunted Gene, one of the officers. “Don’t you know that at three nobody should be on the streets?” Yajirobe couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face must have shown it too because both officers’ eyes widened as they began to laugh. “Will you get this Gene?” chuckled the driver of the squad car. “I think this guy has yet to be initiated into the little place we call home” The officer nodded at Gene and turned back at Yajirobe with a smirk on his face. Gene went to the trunk of the police car and opened it up. The officer began to rummage through the back end of the car before retrieving a studded nightstick. He chuckled to himself before closing the trunk with a slam and then walked back to where the other officer and the chubby guy were standing. “What the hell,” piped Yajirobe as he backed away from the sight of the beating stick. “Settle it down boy,” snapped the officer. He grabbed Yajirobe’s right arm and snapped one end of cuffs to his wrist. Yajirobe began to squirm but the officer had already secured the other end of the cuffs to Yajirobe’s left wrist. The officer then kneed Yajirobe in the gut and slammed his elbows down onto Yajirobe’s shoulders. “You need to show some respect,” shouted Gene as he stepped in front of Yajirobe. He was holding the nightstick in his left hand and pointing at the fallen victim with his other hand. Yajirobe was coughing, trying to catch his breath from the knee to the gut and then the blow to his shoulders which had brought him to the ground. He glanced around, seeing an empty street. There was nobody to help him, but did he really need it? The officer with the nightstick raised the studded weapon into the air. The other officer grabbed the back of Yajirobe’s thick black hair and held his head back. Yajirobe winced at the pain that surged through the thin layer of skin that wrapped around his head. “Hold still Chubby while we welcome you to Topa Topa,” said the office who held Yajirobe’s head back. Yajirobe had to act quickly. He wasn’t about to have his head smashed in just for visiting this supposed tropical paradise. Without delay, Yajirobe let out a yell and his body fluctuated with a powerful aura that knocked back the two officers. The cuffs that held Yajirobe’s hands snapped from the force of the power that surged throughout his body. “Holy shit!” yelled the officer as he got to his feet and withdrew his gun. “Shoot that fucker,” yelled Gene who had dropped the nightstick and was scrambling to withdrew his ankle piece. Yajirobe heard the officers and rose to his knees. His face was contorted as he focused his energy to the palms of his hands. He saw, from the corner of his eye, the officer with the gun and pointed his palm at the cop. “I don’t think so,” yelled Yajirobe as he fired a blast of energy from his hand. The officer screamed as the blast exploded against his chest and sent him flying into the parked police car nearby. His chest was singed from the blast and he laid there unconscious. “Paul!” yelled the other officer who had withdrew his ankle piece, raised the weapon and fired it at Yajirobe. Yajirobe heard the gunshot and moved quickly to dodge the bullet. He left a blurred after-image where he had stood and reappeared before the officer and pressed his other hand against the officer’s chest. “Impossible,” he yelled as an explosion occurred upon contact with Yajirobe’s hand against his chest. |
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| btuna | May 20 2009, 09:03 PM Post #4 |
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The wide streets of the town were barren, only a random page from the local newspaper scooted with the wind down the street. Most of the windows were shut, their shades drawn to prohibit peeping toms or something like that. Along one side of the street, there were a dozen shops, each of them closed for the imposed curfew of three o’clock. Along the other side there were a few businesses, but mostly hotels and restaurants. They too were closed. The town was quiet, even after the altercation with the two officers. Yajirobe hurried to the hotel which was less than a block away. To his back, he left a damaged squad car and two bodies. The two officers were alive, barely, but unconscious. The car was practically totaled. “I shouldn’t have done that,” thought Yajirobe. He had come here for peace and quiet, not to have his head bashed in. The hotel, though it was closed, had a sign that read “Vacant rooms”. Yajirobe hurried under the neon-lit sign and opened the door. It was locked. Yajirobe banged on the glass and a moment later, the door was unlocked. A doorman was sitting behind the front desk with the concierge. They were watching sports on the small television that sat on top of a stack of phone books. “You know it is after three?” asked the doorman, looking up at Yajirobe and then back at the TV. Yajirobe didn’t respond. He went to the stairs and took them in threes to the second floor. The hallway was dimly lit, they were trying to preserve energy by using some special light bulbs. Yajirobe reached his room, room 311 and whipped out his keycard. The door beeped and opened and he rushed in. “That’s better,” he thought as he went to his mini-fridge. The cool air-conditioned room was refreshing to Yajirobe’s face. He sat on a cushioned chair next to the fridge and retrieved a Corona. He snapped the top off the bottle and took a swig. It was refreshing. Yajirobe leaned back into the chair and began to drink his frustrations away. Meanwhile, in the lobby, the hotel phone rang. “Hotel Flores,” answered the concierge. He still had his eyes glued to the TV set. “Frank?” said the voice. “This is Trathos. I need to know if you have some short chubby guy with black hair staying there?” he asked. The concierge nodded while still watching the game. “Yeah, we got some guy like that here. He just walked in actually,” replied Frank. “Good,” said Trathos. “This guy has the power to help us.” There was a pause on the phone. “He demonstrated Ki control.” The concierge’s attention was drawn from the TV to the conversation he was having. “What?” he asked. “You can’t be serious? I mean, do you think he has the ability to help us overthrow the government?” Trathos let out a long breath. “I’ll be there soon.” and he hung up. |
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| btuna | May 20 2009, 09:33 PM Post #5 |
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Yajirobe was almost asleep when there came a knock at his hotel room door. It sounded three times. He hoped it wasn’t the cops, but he didn’t think they’d come after him after what he had done. Yajirobe got out of his chair as three empty bottles fell to the carpeted floor. A burp escaped from his dry lips as he opened the door. “What do you want?’ he asked, looking at a group of men. “Sir,” said the concierge. Behind him were three other men, the doorman and two strangers. “Mind if we come in? we need to talk about what you did to those cops earlier today.” Yajirobe was speechless and stepped aside as the men entered the room. He closed the door and lumbered back to his chair. The men made themselves comfortable on the bed and another free chair. The room was as dimly lit as the hallway and the curtains blocked the view of the city through the balcony windows. Yajirobe reached into the fridge for another beer, nodding to the men to see if they wanted one. “No thanks,” said one of them. “My name is Trathos and we need your help.” Yajirobe shrugged and opened the bottle before taking a drink. “What can I help you with?” he asked. The men looked at each other as if to encourage themselves to continue on. Trathos turned back to Yajirobe and explained to him a bit of history about the Czar, the government and the changes in the living situation on Topa Topa. It took several minutes, Yajirobe had drank two beers in the time Trathos spoke to him. He reached for his last one when Trathos finished. “So you see,” said Trathos. “I think you can help us gain control back from Mitzurugi. We saw how you defended yourself from the cops, the energy that you used.” Trathos was starting to excite himself. “That is Ki right? The power you used was Ki, I know it.” Yajirobe scratched his head. “Yeah, so what.” The men were a bit shocked but then Trathos remember that he hadn’t come out and said what they wanted Yajirobe’s help for exactly. Trathos took a breath and began again. “Something has to get through to this guy,” he thought. “We need his help.” “There is a device, some powerful weaponry that simulates Ki but we are having difficulty understanding it’s use,” explained Trathos. “You see, Mitzurugi has also hired Mercenaries to help put an end to the few of us willing to stand up against the Czar.” Yajirobe listened. The mention of this rebellion was starting to interest him. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a mistake to visit the island. “Okay,” said Yajirobe, waiting for more. “Well the fighters also can control Ki and we don’t stand a chance against them,” said Trathos. “Will you teach us to use our weapons and lead us against Mitzurugi and his mercenaries?” Yajirobe felt the weight of the entire town on his shoulders. These men were looking to him for help. Like a savior, Yajirobe was expected to deliver them from evil… or unfair, unlawful ways of life. “Why the hell not,” chuckled Yajirobe as he finished his beer. The group of men in the room cheered as they began to talk some more about Trathos’ plans. |
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| btuna | May 21 2009, 08:56 AM Post #6 |
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The next day was rainy and cold. A storm had blown in from the South, bringing with it a cold air and an even colder rain. Waves crashed against the shores of the island as trees bent from the strength of the wind. Though it was not hurricane season, Yajirobe and the group of rebels were barricaded in an abandoned building with boarded up windows and stashes of the essentials. The building used to be an old shoe factory and then used for storage. With the change in government, the business was closed down and it became vacant, uncared for. Trathos and his rebels of Topa Topa had made this building their base of operations. Yajirobe joined them around a small square table. Atop the table was a map of the island and inside a dark red-marker box outline was Mitzurugi’s complex, his home. “This is our target,” explained Trathos. He pointed at the house. Behind the men there were rows of tables lined up against a concrete wall. Men and woman were tending to the large rifles that were spread out across the low wooden tables. “Are those…” asked Yajirobe. Trathos nodded his head. “Yes, they are blaster rifles, an upgrade to the arm blaster but more powerful, more accurate.” He went to one of the tables and picked up one of the rifles. He pulled back the safety and flipped a switch. A green light blinked just above the trigger. There was a humming noise that came from the cartridge that was attached to the side of the barrel. “It’s charging,” said Trathos. Yajirobe nodded. He understood that the weapon had to build up energy and then once gathered, it could fire the blast at it’s enemy. “We’ve tested them, but we can’t seem to control the weapon upon firing.” Trathos turned and pointed the rifle at a makeshift target along the back wall of the building. It was lined with six feet of concrete brick. Trathos was not worried about destroying the property. He also knew the rifle wouldn’t work right. “Watch,” he said and pulled the trigger. The rifle sputtered and then whined as a small beam of light escaped from the long barrel and missed the target . Trathos explained that the rifle contained a small energy charger chip and that the rifle, when used by an experienced Ki user, could channel their own energy into the rifle and it’s power would increase ten fold. However, the citizens of Topa Topa were not fighters and there weren’t many that could control their own Ki. Thos that could had sided with Mitzurugi. “So what does this all have to do with me?” asked Yajirobe. “I mean, I’m just one guy against who knows how many.” “Well,” paused Trathos. “We need you to lead our rebellion against Mitzurugi. We can used our rifles to pick off the weaker cops, but you’ll be a perfect match for those mercenaries.” Trathos could see that Yajirobe was not convinced. “Yajirobe, sir” said Trathos as he looked around at his men inside the old building. “You could save us from the Czar’s control. You could return our freedom. We need you to be our hero.” Those statements sparked something in him. He had never been part of a bigger cause. Sure there was that one time that he helped save the planet earth but this was a memorable place for him. He couldn’t just leave these people. “Alright,” he said. “When do we begin?” |
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| btuna | May 22 2009, 10:33 PM Post #7 |
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The next day came quickly, tension was in the air. The rebel alliance was grouped in the abandoned building, their leader was now the chubby visitor from the mainland. The were equipped with the advanced weaponry that Trathos had acquired. Each member had a rifle which was retrofitted with bayonets. They wore armored pants and vests. Some had helmets while others wore nothing to protect their heads. Trathos was standing next to Yajirobe. He was holding a large rifle in his hand, the other one was holding the barrel to balance the weight of the weapon. His pants were dark and his shirt was silver. He wore a dark trench coat that concealed several other weapons that were strapped to his chest and waist. He had a black bandana that was tightly wrapped around his head. He was shouting commands to the group before him. Yajirobe’s attire was shockingly different to what they were all wearing. He opted for his traditional orange gui. With it raining, he wore long trousers that were trimmed with black and the top was tied at the waist with a black satin sash. He had an old blade strapped to his left and a rifle in his right hand, resting on his shoulder. “I think we are ready,” informed Trathos as he saluted Yajirobe. “Whoa man,” said Yajirobe. “Don’t salute me or anything, let’s just get this done without any casualties.” “You got it sir,” replied Trathos. “YES SIR!” shouted the rest of the rebellion group. Yajirobe was startled. He was normally a follower, not a leader. He usually capitalized on the opportunity when the real hero was winning the battle and Yajirobe would sweep in to get just enough credit to make him famous. This time, things were different. This time, they looked at him to be the hero. He looked around, there was nobody to come and steal any credit. It was up to him. “Alright. We leave in ten minutes,” ordered Yajirobe. “We’ll head down the main strip towards the center of town. From there we’ll make our stand and put an end to the rule of this Czar. This Mitzurugi.” Everyone cheered. |
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| btuna | May 22 2009, 10:48 PM Post #8 |
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The rain had not let up from the previous day. Yajirobe was drenched as he led the group of citizens down the main street towards the town’s square. They were like a mini-army, each of them armed and ready for war. Trathos was close by, shouting orders to the group. He apparently had previous military experience as he kept them stepping in rhythm. They marched up the street, the statue of the town center was now visible. It was a rough replica of Mitzurugi. “Whoa there,” yelled Yajirobe as he came to a stop. Circled around the statue, ahead of them, was a gang of cops. Yajirobe could identify two of them as the officers that he had encountered earlier in the week. They did not look happy. In front of the officers, there were four men who did not resemble any enforcement agency that belonged to Topa Topa. “I see,” thought Yajirobe. He figured these men must be the mercenaries that were hired by the Czar to help take out the rebellion. They did not wear the traditional police uniform, instead they had their own style that differentiated them from one another. They looked mean. From behind the mercenaries, an officer stepped forward. He held a bullhorn in his hand and it screeched as he began to talk through it. It amplified his voice. “Halt! You are violating the curfew set by the Czar. Return to your homes until you are released,” he ordered. “If you fail to comply, unnecessary force will ensure.” Yajirobe looked at Trathos. He then looked at the men behind him. He didn’t want them to get hurt but they all had come so far. Maybe not Yajirobe but they were looking to him for confidence. “This is going to be hard,” he thought. Yajirobe looked on to the group of officers and mercenaries. He opened his mouth to reply, shouting as loud as he could. “The citizens of Topa Topa order that the Czar return control of the island to the people. We demand that he end his reign, his control and unfair treatment. If you all cannot meet our demands, we will be forced to act with violence until what is right is accomplished,” shouted Yajirobe. There was a cheer from those behind him. It caused goose bumps along the back of his next to experience the situation. The officer began to laugh, his chuckle was amplified through the bullhorn. “You all don’t stand a chance,” he said as he pointed to the four mercenaries beside him. “Give up now… or die.” The officer waved the mercs to attack. “Ready yourselves,” ordered Yajirobe as he flipped a switch on his rifle and it began to charge. All the people behind him followed his moves and charged their rifles as well. |
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| btuna | May 23 2009, 07:16 AM Post #9 |
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The mercenaries rushed forward, they withdrew their own rifles and opened fire. The ground before Yajriobe exploded, sending up chunks of concrete as bullets sprayed the street. “Holy shit!” thought Yajirobe as he jumped back and fired his own rifle. The rifle that Yajirobe had did not fire bullets. Instead it let out a whir and fired a beam of light. IT resembles a laser gun but it was actually channeling Ki from his own body into the weapon and multiplying the damage of the beam. It sliced through the air, missing the mercenaries and cut through the statue behind them. “Oops,” he chuckled as he watch the statue of Mitzurugi slide into halves and collapse to the ground. The group of officers scattered as the rubble came down. The mercenaries continued to light the rebels up with their weapons. Already, there were casualties but most had now found cover and were returning fire. The air between the two groups was busy with bullets and energy beams. The cops were starting to open fire from behind the mercenaries. Some of them hade been wounded as well. Yajirobe was ducked behind a van, Trathos was with him. The rest of the rebellion group were spread across the street, tuck around building corners and such. It was an all-out war. “We need to take out those mercs,” shouted Yajirobe over all the gun fire. He reached around the van and returned fire. The rifle fired a laser ki beam that pierced one of the enemy officers, who collapsed immediately after the beam faded away. Trathos nodded. He waited until there was cover fire and jetted across the street and dove through a storefront window. Glass fell to the ground as the enemy fired their weapons at the store. Trathos was unscathed. He got to his feet, looking around the hardware store until he found some small propane tanks. They were about the size of a football and there were quite a few. He grabbed two. Yajirobe was concentrating his fire at the mercenaries who still stood in the open. They appeared to be dodging the oncoming attacks. Yajirobe had to think. He looked back at the men behind him, they were already growing tired. His weapon was still functioning, but Yajirobe was growing tired of not using his fists in combat. “This is so cowardly,” he thought. “Where is Trathos? I need that diversion.” |
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| btuna | May 23 2009, 01:50 PM Post #10 |
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The four mercs were advancing on the rebel alliance. They emptied clips onto the ill-equipped fighters, laughing as they would pause to insert a new clip into their machine guns. The cops held their ground behind the mercenary front line and they too were unloading their weapons at the citizens of Topa Topa. The wide street narrowed towards the town center and the rebel alliance, made up of shop owners, dads, etc, were tucked in alleyways, surrounding buildings and behind cars. Trathos was in one of the buildings. He had acquired a couple cans of propane and was going to use them to cause a diversion so that Yajirobe and the rest of the men could make a move on the advancing enemy. Trathos had the canisters in his hand as he made his way to the window. He peered through the dirty glass at the fight in the street. He needed to act quickly. He targeted the four mercenaries at the front and chucked one propane tank through the glass towards them. As it flew through the air, Trathos fired a single shot. BANG! The explosion lit up the street as the tank exploded in midair. Everyone that hadn’t been blown down by the blast, jumped for cover. Yajirobe had seen it all and was advancing through the smoke and fire. He came to a stop and crouched onto the ground. He readied his rifle and fired a beam through the smoke just about six inches off the ground. He swiped the rifle from left to right, trying to cut down the enemy. He could hear screams as men lost their legs at their ankles. There was another explosion as the second propane tank was tossed into the air and in seconds expanded into a cloud of fire and smoke. Yajirobe got up, leaving the rifle behind and rushed the nearest mercenary. Yajirobe had watched him duck from the explosion not to far from where he was and waited for the second blast to make his move. The mercenaries were all down, they were hugging the ground as the cops behind them recovered from the explosions. The rebel alliance came out from their hidden protective positions and charged up the street into the square. Most of the firing had ceased. It was now time for close combat. |
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| btuna | May 23 2009, 02:33 PM Post #11 |
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Yajirobe closed the gap between him and the mercenary closest. He sprinted through the clearing smoke quickly . There was a crack as his knee-cap collided with the marc’s face. Blood squirted as the knee broke the man’s nose. Yajirobe zipped pass the guy as he collapsed to the ground. Yajirobe circled around, charging his energy as he approached the bloody-faced merc and placed his palm against the man’s face. “Energy Dan!” he yelled as he unloaded several ki blasts that pretty much removed the man’s head. Trathos watched as his human accomplice annihilated the face of one of the enemy mercenaries. All that was left was a headless body. Trathos grimaced at the pain the merc must have felt before the blast. He dove through the broken window and approached Yajirobe’s position. Yajirobe was already on the move to another mercenary. He would not have the element of surprise this time. The mercenary he was after was already on his feet. He had seen Yajirobe. And charged towards the chubby human fighter. Yajirobe met the mercenary as their fists entwined with one another. They exchanged blows, some connecting while most were blocked. Yajirobe threw a jab followed by a right hook. The second punch arced over his opponent’s oncoming fist and connected with his jaw. Yajirobe grunted as the enemy’s fist drilled into his chest. Both fighters stepped back from the shared blows and charged at each other again. Yajirobe wrapped his arm around the man’s neck while he drove his fist into the enemy’s gut repeatedly. Trathos ran to another mercenary as his comrades collided with the nearby police force. The battle had turned into a brawl as each man, fighter and police officer fought it out in the center of town. Blood filled the streets as men fell to the ground, some dead while most had broken bodies and such. The mercenary saw Trathos coming and picked up his gun, firing it in the man’s direction. Trathos dove to the ground as bullets whizzed above him. He jumped to his feet and charged at the merc before he could fire off another shot. Trathos flew threw the air, ramming the enemy with his own body. Both men fell to the ground and started to wrestle. Trathos was smacked in the face as he took a knee to the stomach. He returned the favor with an elbow to the merc’s face and then a punch to the groin. The mercenary groaned from the blow as he rolled away. Trathos got up, retrieving the rifle that was laying on the ground. He pointed it at the merc and waited for the whites of his eyes to show before firing a shot into the man’s head. Two mercenaries down, two more to go. |
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| btuna | May 23 2009, 02:54 PM Post #12 |
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Yajirobe paused, his fist was covered in blood as the body of the mercenary he was pummeling collapsed. The man was barely alive, his face and body had been beaten to a pulp. Yajirobe looked to see that Trathos had finished off one of the mercs. He threw a thumbs up in his friend’s direction. The gesture was returned and both fighters went off to find another enemy. The rebel group were starting to get the upper hand. They were rounding up the wounded officers, shackling their wrists to one another. There was no sign of Mitzurugi, the self-proclaimed ruler or Czar of Topa Topa. It appeared that the citizens would emerge victoriously by the end of the day. Yajirobe spotted the last mercenary fighter. The guy was finishing off two of the alliance men. “Here I come,” thought Yajirobe as he took to the air and flew at the merc. Yajirobe collided with the enemy who had turned just in time to see Yajirobe’s face. The impact knocked the merc to the ground and Yajirobe a few yards past. They both got up, the merc running to the Yajirobe’s position as he delivered a round kick. Yajirobe blocked the kick that was heading for his left knee and brought his elbow down onto the exposed joint that connected the calf to the thigh. There was a slight crack and a cry of pain as the mercenary hobbled to his good knee. Yajirobe wasted no time as he charged up another attack and fired it point blank at the mercenary. The ground around them lit up bright white as the explosion filled the area. Trathos watched again as Yajirobe controlled his ki to finish off another opponent. He noticed beyond the fighter a small ship taking to the sky from the rooftop of the capitol building. He recognized the insignia of the Czar. It was Mitzurugi. He was escaping via a shuttle craft. “Yajirobe!” yelled Trathos, who pointed in the direction of the ship. “It’s Mitzurugi, he is getting away.” Yajirobe looked to see what Trathos had pointed to and saw the ship departing. He could see the figure of a man peering through the window of the ship. “Mitzurugi,” he thought. Yajirobe lifted into the air as Trathos tossed a grenade to him. Yajirobe caught the little explosive device and flew towards the ship. “I don’t think so,” he yelled as he approached the side of the ship. The figure had coward into the darkened cabin as Yajirobe smashed his fist through the glass. He opened his palm, releasing the grenade onto the plush carpeted floor. The hand disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and Yajirobe dropped to the ground. Mitzurugi was inside the ship. He had backed away from the window where he was watching the city take back control. The Czar let out a scream as a hand burst through the window. It had startled him. Now he was looking at the gray device that rolled across the floor. The pin was pulled. He had no time. The shuttle stalled a moment before exploding into pieces which rained onto the town center below. The remaining cops and fighting rebels ran for cover and chunks of the shuttle crashed onto the ground. There was a pause in the fighting as cheers ran out. The citizens had attained victory. The cops were aware and had started to give up, dropping their weapons. Trathos approached Yajirobe who had helped them to claim back their town, their island. “Yajirobe,” he said. “We did it. Thanks to your help, we did it.” Yajirobe smiled. “It was no problem,” as he walked to a nearby grocer’s. “You want a beer?” he asked with a chuckle. “Hell yeah,” replied Trathos who followed Yajirobe into the store. |
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