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| Topic Started: Sep 14 2010, 11:46 AM (250 Views) | |
| Tank Briefs | Sep 14 2010, 11:46 AM Post #1 |
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Difficulty: Easy Reward: +400 zeni, +2 DP, +10 all stats, +2 Rp Credits Bonus: +1 DP, +1 Rp Credit Available: Yes Description: In the town of Green Ville Vagabonds are ransacking the town hurting the towns folk and stealing there crops, You are called by the village Mayor to extinguish the threat and bring peace back. But there are people being held hostage can you make it in time and save them. |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 16 2010, 11:26 AM Post #2 |
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The people of Green Ville were silent as the pink-haired hero landed in the dusty town. He looked around; though he had never been here, the computer had assured him that this would be a most beautiful place. He knew the crops had been stolen, but he had not been told how desolate the town had become since the attacks started. Turning his head, he saw the mayor, who waited for him in the middle of the hushed circle of people. He could hear whispers and feel their skepticism, but he ignored it and approached the mayor confidently with his hand outstretched. The short, miserable man took a small sep back, and Tank stopped too, a little embarrassed by the man’s response. I should have known better. Tank thought to himself, feeling his excitement fade. A few hours before Tank was enjoying the beautiful weather that day on the roof of the Capsule Corporation. He had found some bike capsules while shifting through his creator’s things, and had chosen a blue one that he especially liked as his own. It needed some work, though, as they all did. Lucky for Tank, he was an android who had been raised by a scientist. Tinkering came naturally to him, so he immediately went to work. It was a nice break from the training, for sure., and he went at it for hours, until the computer alerted him of a message downstairs. The android patted the bike fondly. “Be right back, you piece of junk.” he laughed, wiping the oil off of his face as he walked downstairs to the monitor. The citizens of Green Ville have sent you a message, Tank. They seem to be in distress. The boy nodded, eyes still focused on the screen. A scraggly man sat on the other end. He knocked on the glass in confusion, “Hello? Is this thing on?” Finally certain that it was indeed on, the man coughed and stepped back from the screen. “I’m sorry to bother you, 23, but we have a situation here. Raiders are continuously coming to our town and stealing our crops, money, and anything else they can find. If you could, please come help us.” The screen went to static as the message finished. Tank was smiling ear to ear, despite the distress signal. Someone needed his help! Someone wasn’t afraid to call him! Did this mean that the village was fine witth his small difference? “Ok computer give me the coordinates for their location!” The magenta wonder yelled as he jumped from his chair to get some proper clothes. The computer gave him a description of the area while he gathered his things,, but he was hardly listening. He left the building less than three minutes after receiving the message, busting off at new speeds powered by his anxious desire for long-awaited acceptance. Back to the Present Mustering back the outward appearance of confidence, Tank met the mayor’s eyes once more. “Right then. Where are the raiders?” The mayor didn’t say a word; he only pointed in the direction. Tank held back a growl as he took a reading that direction. There were no substantial power readings. The raiders were just humans. It would hardly be an issue. “Is there anything else I need to know?” The mayor seemed to hesitate, but a woman spoke up, sobbing, “They have our children!” she collapsed to the ground while she cried. Tank was a little shocked at the outburst, and moved to the woman. Everyone in the circle froze, and whispers broke out, but he ignored them and knelt down next to her. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I will bring them all back. Your children will be safe.” The woman looked up at him, a little dazed. He had surprised her enough to stop the waterworks. She seemed to consider what he said before bursting into tears again and grabbing the collar of his jacket. Helping her up, the by coaxed her to let go and calm down. He turned to the villagers andd nodded before blasting off again. 679 words |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 16 2010, 09:31 PM Post #3 |
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Tank landed expertly just outside what he assumed was the raiders’ hideout. Crossing his arms, he waited for a response, sure that someone had noticed his approach, but none came. “I guess it’s been a while since anyone stood up to these goons,” The hideout was a none-too-homey cave. Tank tried to squint to see inside, but it was too dark to gather much of anything. He cleared his throat and spoke out loudly, “You may as well come out, then.” No sooner had the first word left his lips did men start creeping out. They were mangy, all armed with knives, or some other homemade weapon. One was chewing on an onion- no doubt belonging to the village. He seemed to be their leader, judging by the way he carried himself. A small girl was forced along behind him; she looked utterly terrified. The man laughed upon seeing Tank, and broke out in a raspy voice, “You’d best get out of here, boy, if you know what’s good for ya. Bigger men than you have come to stop us.” Tank didn’t answer, but instead unsheathed his sword and narrowed his eyes. An awful laugh broke the silence; it sounded more like bronchitis than a laugh. “Look, boys, Pinky brought a toy!” The crook returned his attention to Tank, “I don’t care how big your sword is! There’s five of us and only one o’ you,” he nodded to the girl, “And there’s about four more where she came from.” The head raider picked the girl up as though she were a sack and brandished a knife which he held to the side. Tank raised an eyebrow, almost curiously. “Could it be that they don’t know who I am?” It was a strange thought, but he imagined that this sort of ignorance proliferated where people lived under a rock, literally. “Is that supposed to scare me, sir?” The men stopped laughing and their smiles turned to grimaces as Tank began to speak again. “I can assure you that I can relieve you of your weapon long before it reaches that innocent you are carrying like a dead animal.” Laughs broke out again. “Great, they think I’m crazy now.” “Is that so Pinky? Well, I’ll make you an offer. I’ll let you leave here with your life, or we can test that.” “I am telling you to put her down. Send the kids and the crops out to me and this won’t have to get ugly!” Tank knew better than to act violently right off the bat; that would hardly help his reputation. “If these were city crooks they would have left before I said a word,” ‘Pinky’ sighed to himself. “That’s too bad for your little sister here,” The muscles in his arm moved, indicating motion, and Tank was on it. The little girl screamed as the man’s arm moved to her neck, and he dropped her to the ground. The boss was laughing hysterically, but his men were silent. Some were shaking. One had wet pants. “What’s the matter with ya’ll sissies?” The leader remarked, looking down to the girl. There was no blood. The girl was fine, save a cut or a bruise from hitting the ground. The man looked down to his hand; there was no knife. Tank was standing where he had been, but this time he was smiling, holding the knife nonchalantly. “Now how did you do that, Pinky?” The android shook his head and threw the knife to the ground before taking his fighting stance. “You picked the hard way. I daresay it’s your movie, boss.” Hearing Tank’s blatant disrespect, the man roared and looked to his men who stood blubbering. “I was never fond of magic tricks, boy,” the boss roared, brandishing a pistol, “Lets see if your little tricks can stop bullets.” Tank smiled to himself, “I’m pretty sure they can.” The men cheered as he pulled the trigger and a loud bang pierced the desert silence, but the man was shaking; Tank was in the same place, though in a different position, as though he had sliced something with his sword. None of the men had seen it happen. The intruder ignored them, sheathing his sword and leaning over to pick up two shining pieces on the ground. “Nice shot, sir.” He showed the two halves of the bullet before throwing them next to the knife. WC 735 TWC 1414 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 16 2010, 09:51 PM Post #4 |
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The man’s next move was obvious. Unable to fight his own battle, he looked to the little girl on the ground. Tank had seen this coming, and appeared there as soon as he looked down. Instead of a little girl, he got a swift kick to the face. It wasn’t especially strong, but strong enough to knock him onto his back. The boss was squirming and screaming as though in some sort of temper tantrum. “Want your mommy, boss?” The dirty, middle-aged man finally mustered the words, “Get him, boys!” They were too afraid to argue; the four men came at the Android from all sides. The stranger unsheathed his sword, and they all stopped as he seemingly stabbed it into their leader. The man covered his face in horror. There was silence for a few seconds until the man came out from beneath his arm. The sword was stabbed through his shirt, right above the shoulder, with dangerous precision. Tank smiled at his attackers. “Well, come on then. I was just trying to even the odds.” “I thought I told you men to beat this brat! Ignore his damned magic tricks!” The men looked at one another before deciding to continue their assault. The fastest one went to stab the android, and the boy grabbed his arm with ease, slinging him into the others like a makeshift club, then letting him drop to the ground, dizzied from the blow. The others, however, got back up and continued their assault. Tank ducked and dodged, allowing them to hit one another in their confusion, until they were all on the ground. None of them were actually unconscious, Tank’s sensors told him, but they were playing it; they were too terrified of the boy to keep up their attack. The boy wonder crouched next to the leader and licked his lips thoughtfully. “I’m just gonna get the kids and crops and go, ok? Lets try and make sure I don’t have to pay another visit.” The man, his pride shattered, grumbled some sort of agreement, and Tank collected his sword and the small girl, making his way for the cave. Shouldering the bundle of crops and instructing the children to take his hand, he made his way our of the camp, carefully stepping over the shivering bodies. WC 385 TWC 1799 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 17 2010, 11:00 AM Post #5 |
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The children cheered Tank the whole way home, oo-ing and ah-ing at his mysterious feats. “Are you a magician?” “How did you get to be so strong?” “Why is your hair pink?” “Are you a boy or a girl?” “Are you as strong as my dad?” “Cana you teach me that thing you did-” Tank laughed at them, “Woah, woah, woah! Lets wait a little while on those questions.” He was beaming; he had never had such a response from humans before. Anyone who witnessed his deeds was usually terrified, and left without a thank you. He had always been a monster in the eyes of adults, but he was a hero to these children. It was a strange sensation- to be thanked for what he had done. When they reached the village, there was no excitement. Parents didn’t rush to their children as he had expected, nor did they cheer at the site of their precious crops. “Do they think I’m going to keep their children as hostages, like those thieves? Do they think they’re next?” Tank stared back at them, and even the children settled down, confused by their timid parents. Before anyone could speak, a young girl cried, “Mama!” The woman from before ran out of the crowd, right by Tank, and knelt down to hug the child. “Oh, Marina are you all right, sweetheart?” The girl nodded ecstatically, pointing at Tank, “This man was so nice. He saved us from the bad people!” The woman made a terrified face at Tank, who was idly watching the pair. There was a strange sadness in his eye, and the woman immediately turned away to whisper something in the girl’s ear. “No! I like him.” The little girl suddenly grabbed his hand.. The magenta warrior smiled and knelt down next to the girl. “My name’s Tank.” “And mine’s Marina!” “The pleasure is all mine, Marina.” The mayor finally found the courage to interrupt. “So, the raiders are dead?” Tank stood up and crossed his arms, “No. What kind of man picks on the weak simply because he can?” “But they will come back!” Tank approached the mayor, his look gone serious. He dropped the crops at the mayor’s feet while the children went to their parents. “And what would you have said if I had?” The man was cowering a bit beneath Tank’s gaze. The android suddenly gave him a smile and patted him on the back. “Besides, if they are stupid enough to come back, just send me another message. I’m pretty sure I got through to them, though.” The mayor nodded and walked off from the boy without another word. Turning back to the villagers, he saw men, women, and children. He saw families; he saw love. The boy missed his father and creator more than ever. No one had ever treated him as well, or as human, as Trunks’ had. “I guess I had better get go- “Tank!” The android turned towards the child’s voice. One of the boys was running after him. He gave a sad smile and knelt down to meet him. “Yeah bud?” “Will you come back and see us? My mom says you can come to dinner.” He pointed behind him eagerly. Checking behind the child, Tank noticed a pair of shoes and a pair of pants. He looked up. Here was a different woman, one that he didn’t recognize. Returning to his full height, he stretched out his hand, “Tank Briefs.” The woman smiled and met his grip with ferocity. “Well, Tank. That is indeed a real offer. Come by anytime; we live there.” Tank memorized the house. Perhaps he would stop by someday. The boy was eager for Tank’s answer, and he smiled at the pair of them, “Thank you. Thank you very much. I’m sure I will.” He almost stuttered the reply he was so shocked at this family’s kindness. Bowing to them, he ruffled the small boys hair and turned, blasting off for Capsule Corp once more. WC 669 TWC 2468 |
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| Tank Briefs | Sep 17 2010, 11:13 AM Post #6 |
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Crank, crank, crank Tank was back to working on his bike again. He was almost finished, and he took a break to wipe some of the oil and grease from his face. He was being more productive than he had ever been, and there was a shine in his eye and a glow to his smile. He couldn’t remember being this happy, not since Trunks had passed. Were you successful, Master Tank? The boy looked at the computer and nodded, “It was a cakewalk, really.” You seem very happy about something, Master. Are you celebrating your victory? “No, something else. Someone thanked me today. I know I’m not supposed to do it for the thanks, but it’s comforting to know that somewhere out there people aren’t afraid of me.” I am glad for you, sir. The boy looked up from shining his wrench, “Play the final transmission, computer.” Yes, Master. Trunks appeared on the holoscreen. He was quite old, his face scraggly and his hair long. Its lavender flare was fading, and it almost appeared grey, but Trunks had been as healthy as a horse until the day he died. Tank had assumed it was a saiyan thing. The hero may have even lived longer if he had continued to devote his life to fighting, but his protégé understood. The Android Terror had been a little too much blood than any good man could take. He listened in long enough to catch the tail end of the recording, “And Tank, I know you can do it. Make me proud, son.” The image faded into a white horizon on the screen. Tank put his head down. If he still lcould have cried, he would have then. “Maybe I’ll go see those kids next month.” ‘Pinky’ smiled to himself, sliding back to his bike. WC 302 TWC 2769 -Fin- |
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