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| Morgan Syn | Aug 30 2011, 01:12 AM Post #1 |
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Though the ghost of the Lost who forged the sword and served as its guardian was vastly more powerful than Tollas from the outset, the timely arrival of Mister Robsie meant that he was now barely feeling fatigued at all. The stellar battle that took place on a higher plane of existance than Tollas was privy to drained the Lost to the point where all it took as a swipe of his Rapier of Light to kill it. Were he in any sort of questioning mood, Tollas would have pressed the issue further for having not been alive the creature could not have been killed. As it stood Tollas wasn't in a questioning mood and so didn't consider the issue any further. What now occupied his attention was the invitation he had previously received to join the Super League. The Super League was comprised of individuals who had sought the Kelioux Empire for sanctuary from the insanity of the Avalon Protectorate's new laws that were as much a violation of sentient rights as they were barbaric. Assassin crews had been sent to kill everyone with a power level higher than fifty and having recently found out that he was among the top twenty-five most powerful people in the galaxy, Tollas was a little concerned. Already a legendary Saiyan overlord and a high-ranking changeling had fallen to the scourge and there were rumours of further ambushes that were yet to make the news. Still Tollas was mystified as to why there were so many Saiyans on Cauldron. From what he understood of his adopted race, they would rather fight and die than suffer the dishonour of running away. Yet here they were so apparently there was something to do with the situation that Tollas had overlooked. It was either that or the Avalon Protectorate really was powerful enough to make even a Saiyan run and hide. Tollas found himself once again walking the main street of Cauldron’s capital heading for a landmarked that stood high above the city in the distance. He hadn’t noticed the stadium when he first got to the city, probably because it was at the opposite end to the foundry and he had been facing the wrong way. He noticed it now, the gleaming silver bowl standing out against the ash clouds in the further distance and the earth tones that seemed to form the standard theme for the colours throughout the rest of the city. The walk passed a lot faster than that which he had been on previously, owing no doubt to the fact that he wasn’t being stopped every couple of minutes by Arctica buzzing in and destroying his sense of self. He held no small amount of contempt for her actions earlier in the day, but by the same token he was almost pleased that it was her who exposed the flaw in his design rather than Kami or somebody who would hold it against him like an ex-girlfriend in a bad mood. When he arrived at the stadium, there weren’t any security guards or gatekeepers of any kind. It seemed odd to Tollas for a few moments before he considered the reason why they existed on Earth. The players on Earth weren’t super being and as such were susceptible to the crush of people who might want to show their esteem by mobbing said players and crushing them to death. That wasn’t an issue for the players in the Super League because they were absolutely able to look after themselves. Content now that he wasn’t walking into some sort of ambush, Tollas entered the stadium. Sure enough, all the players were there from all four teams. Some were training, but most were just sitting on the grass talking. Perhaps they all had new players. Tollas spotted the miner in a group of players wearing purple and navy blue training clothes. He walked over to join them and is directed to stand beside him, most likely so that he could be introduced. “Glad you could make it buddy. Everyone this is Tollas. He’ll be taking over for Cado in fullback. Tollas, this is the team. Since it’s a sevens competition we’ll only have two forwards, a hooker, two wingers, a halfback and you in fullback. Zucco here is in the forwards with me and Ceilo is hooker. Cabby and Brock are playing on the wing and Marto is our halfback.” Tollas nodded his understanding and as the miner, whose name Tollas still didn’t know, took Zucco, Ceilo and Brock aside to work on a new play that he had devised. “Don’t let the all business attitude fool you,” said Cabby, “Robbie’ll be just as trashed as everyone else tonight.” “Right,” replied Tollas. “You played before?” “Yeah a bit, back on Earth. Didn’t really work out though.” “Why? D’you kill someone?” Tollas laughed, “no, but I had to hold so much back that I started to wonder what the point was. It sure as hell wasn’t exercise.” “You’ll fit right in,” laughed Marto, “what brings you to Cauldron anyway?” “Wanted to buy a ship,” replied Tollas, “what about you guys? Are you on the run from the Protectorate?” Marto snorted, “what the fuck for? The protectorate’s all talk.” “The news said they took out Seta.” “And did you stop to think where the news comes from?” “Right. Well if you’re not running from the protectorate, what are you here for?” “We’re exiles,” said Cabby, “Brock, Marto and I were in the Ouzaru Corps, but we asked too many why the fuck are we bothering with this shit questions so King Vegeta, in his infinite wisdom, exiled us to some random prison planet without a ship or any way off.” “How’d you escape?” “Some Yaidratian teleported us here. Said he’d been waiting for us. Apparently North Kai took a liking to us and wanted to engineer our escape.” “Weird,” said Tollas. “I’ve never even met a Kai. I’m not even sure they exist.” “I’ve met one,” said Tollas, “he called himself King Kai, but King Yemma referred to him as South Kai.” “Wait, you’ve been to Other World?” “Yeah, twice. The first time I got wished back to life with the Namek Dragon Balls and the second time I saved a bunch of souls from some random dragon god thing.” “Bad-ass. Hey Robbie! Your ringer’s been back from the dead twice.” “Yeah I know, that’s what the chick who told me where to find him said,” replied Robbie. Tollas was immediately suspicious but knew that he didn't need to be. Obviously the girl in question was Arctica, which meant she was manipulating the situation to serve her own ends. Or perhaps this was a backup for the possibility that he hadn't agreed to go pirating with her. Tollas sighed inwardly, it probably didn't matter anyway. Just knowing that she was on Cauldron was enough to make him more vigilant; knowing that she was scheming wouldn't make any difference whatsoever. "Okay, everyone we're going to have a quick game of touch; forwards vs backs. Brock is ref so the teams are even." So they actually were going to train. Tollas was surprised but nevertheless pleased with the development. He wanted to make sure that he was still good when he wasn't playing against regular people. The game started with a kick-off that sailed down towards Tollas. He caught it easily and ran a strafing line towards the defence before cutting back across his line and popping the ball up to Marto, who drew in the winger in order to create an overlap that sent Cabby through to score at the other end. Such was the tone of the game; the backs were far too fast for the forwards and ran rings around them. A look at the satisfied expression on Robbie's face suggested that the point of the touch game was to see how Tollas slotted into the backline of the team. When the score was fifteen to zero, Robbie called an end to the match and introduced the next drill. A full contact game that would keep the same teams. Apparently it was now the forward's turn to dominate. The backs kicked off and the ball bounced down towards the corner. Seeing an opportunity, Tollas ran as fast as he could towards the ball. He dived on it at the same time as Zucco and felt the brawny Saiyan's crushing weight on top of him before Brock called held. Marto slotted into hooker and executed a wrap-around play that allowed Tollas to chip for Cabby in the corner. It was almost a carbon copy of their first play in the touch game and had the same result. Such was the nature of the next five minutes of the game; the forwards would kick off and the backs would run rings around them. All was well until the second half, when the backs had to kick off again. This time the forwards were ready for the move and regathered the ball before Tollas could get there. Zucco ran straight at the slightly larger now but still very small Saiyan, murderous intent in his features. Remembering the drills that the backs on Earth had gone through, Tollas went in for a regular tackle but slid quickly down to Zucco's ankles in order to allow Marto to come in over the top and take the big guy down. Unfortunately that was only the first tackle and the forwards crashed over on the next play. Thus it was that the forwards whittled away the score; their size more than making up for their lack of speed. It wasn't until late in the half that the other backs got more proficient at tackling and managed to make the forwards kick. From there the backs dominated again, but the game ended a minute later. Tollas looked up to see that the stadium was almost full of people. He had been so wrapped up in the game that he hadn't noticed what was happening on the sidelines. "What the hell is all this?" he said, moving to stand next to Cabby. "Opening ceremony. This part's boring. The best bit is the after-party." "Oh?" replied Tollas. "You'll see." The opening ceremony was a suitably grand affair and seemed to reflect the fact that the vast majority of the players were on the run from the Avalon Protectorate. Players from each individual team were named individually, with the bounty on their heads and their individual power level announced at the same time. Tollas couldn't help but laugh. Here they were in the middle of an insane war with an insane enemy and the organisers of the league were deliberately thumbing their noses at the enemy. He had to give it to them though, morale in this part of the Kelioux Empire couldn't be higher. His team, which turned out to be the Saiyan Storm, was the last to be introduced and received a stunning ovation from the crowd. Clearly said crowd loved its champions and judging by the looks on his fellow Storm players faces, they loved the crowd right back. It was now easy to see why they stayed here instead of moving on. Had Tollas not been summoned to Urriah he would probably have stayed too. When finally the ceremony ended, the announcer told the crowd that the first thousand people would receive free entry to the Victory. Tollas didn't know exactly what it was but assumed that it had something to do with the after party that Cabby had mentioned earlier. As if his thoughts had summoned their behaviour personally, the rest of the Storm players ushered Tollas out of the stadium. Robbie lead the way further down the street behind the stadium that lead away from the direction of the foundry. There was a whole other part of town that Tollas hadn't even noticed and this part seemed to be a lot more focused on the hedonistic pleasures that could be drawn from certain circles within society. At once, Tollas thought he had a pretty good idea of what Arctica and the Avalonian had meant by hedonistic escapism. Naturally, the players didn't have to line up out front and were instead ushered through a side door and into a dimly lit lounge area. Music was blasting and lasers flashed in and out of faux-smoke that was being generated from either side of the massive speakers. Put simply, this was a typical club as it would exist on Earth. Before he knew it Tollas had a drink in his hand, though he didn't know its origin. He sniffed it warily before taking a sip. It was bourbon and coke. Tollas grinned in spite of the fact that he was in a room full of people and apparently immediately attracted the attention of somebody off to his right. "What, did you think it was going to be poisoned?" said a female voice whose owner Tollas was yet to identify. "Stranger things have…" Tollas started to say before trailing off when he caught sight of the owner of the voice. She appeared to be human and was wearing what could only be described as a green lingerie outfit. It matched her green eyes perfectly, though her long brown hair was brushed in such a way that it obscured her top half. The second thing that Tollas noticed was that he was looking her in the eye instead of the navel or somewhere in between. He was definitely growing at an exponential rate since his return from Other World. "I'm Jade," she replied simply before spreading her hands in an all-encompassing gesture, "welcome to the Super League Underworld." "I'm Tollas. This place, this whole lifestyle is unbelievable." "Mmm," she replied, "it beats being at the business end of the Protectorate's big pointy stick. Would you care for a game of pool?" "Sure," Tollas replied, thinking that with his current height he would actually be able to play without floating three feet off the ground. Jade took his hand and lead the way through the bar to a better lit area whose corners were still far from visible. She racked up the balls like an expert before handing him a cue. All of this attention, though he would have liked to have attributed it to his good looks or charming personality, was starting to make him suspicious. It was as though he had been assigned a guide like they did in casinos. He doesn't get a chance to make any inquiries as such, for at that moment he felt a spike in fighting power. There was somebody next to the bar whose power level had just gone up to about thirty thousand. A brief glance suggested that Cabby was on his own against two of the players from the Avalonian team, one of whom was the owner of the newly increased power level. Tollas was at Cabby's side in an instant and arrived in time to catch the first of the troublesome Avalonian. He used the momentum of the Avalonian's attack to execute a shoulder throw that slammed the troublemaker back-first into the concrete floor. At once, the rest of the Storm players were at their side and they were facing off against at least two other teams. Tollas shared a grin with his teammates before diving headlong into the fray, throwing punches as fast as he good and trying to avoid as many as his inebriated body would let him. The brawl didn't last as long as Tollas would have liked, owing to the fact that two power levels reading around a hundred thousand suddenly flared up out of nowhere. The android security guards had arrived. Every single person who was in, near or watching the brawl left the club by any way they could; including the windows. The Storm players emerged in the Cauldron night and started running back towards the apartment. Tollas made a beeline for the spaceport, but was stopped by Cabby and Marto. "Storm player's hotel is this way. Come on, you've got a room and everything." Pleased with the development, Tollas followed the players back to their apartment. Barely twenty minutes have passed before there is a knock at the door and the party from earlier arrives in the apartment. Tollas found himself admiring the ingenuity of the players; clearly this was a backup plan that was some time in the making. Everybody automatically knew what to do and where to go and Tollas had a sneaking suspicion that there would be fire departments on Earth less well drilled than these people. He was pleased to notice that Jade was among those who were had arrived, though that also served to support the notion that she had been assigned to him rather than choose for herself. She brought Tollas another bourbon and sat on his lap as the players traded war stories about their own particular corner of what seemed like a thirty or forty person battle royal. Marto copped the worst of it and was bleeding from a cut above his eye that had apparently been done by a bottle wielded by the same played Tollas had taken down earlier in the fight. Tollas knew he wouldn't soon forget the smug look on the bastard's face and resolved to make him bleed the next time they played. The sun was peering its face over the horizon by the time the players went to bed, each accompanied by their own personal companion. As he had predicted inwardly quite early on, Tollas was followed to his room by Jade. When he got there, he found that in his drunken state he didn't care whether she was assigned to him or not. It didn't seem to make a difference to her and he wasn't the sort of person to turn a girl down if she was throwing herself at him. Wondering how he would play with a hangover tomorrow, Tollas undid the clasp at the back of the lingerie and set about making the night unforgettable for both of them. Tollas awoke after approximately five hours of sleeping and found that he was unable to return to blissful slumber because his body was programmed otherwise. Fortunately he also didn't have and hangover and so decided to just get himself some breakfast rather than wake Jade up, for she slept on in his absence. As he walked silently through the hotel room, he felt a rush of sympathy for whoever was responsible for the cleaning the place up because it looked as though a riot had taken place. Naked and half-naked girls and guys were sleeping where they had passed out and every now and then Tollas came across a fully clothed person who had passed out early on in the night. These people bore characteristic sharpie marks on their faces and arms and were sleeping in compromising positions both alone and with others. To his great surprise, Robbie was standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee when Tollas arrived. "Can't sleep?" he asked. "No," replied Tollas, "my sleeping patterns are usually pretty regimented." "It's the same for me," replied Robbie, "I was in the army for decades before my court-martial." "What'd you get court-martialed for?" "Punching a superior asshole." "Fair enough. Who's the first game against?" "The Eels," replied Robbie with a self-satisfied smirk. "Oh good, there's a certain Avalonian scumbag who needs to bleed." Robbie laughed, which Tollas took as an indication that the team captain supported his planned course of action. It would make things much easier when Tollas was pounding the stupid Avalonian's stupid Avalonian face into the ground. He and Robbie didn't speak much after that and a few minutes later the latter left to do whatever captains do on the morning of a big game. For his part, Tollas went out onto the balcony and took in the sights. The area around the city looked like the aftermath of a pounding from space or perhaps all that was left of the planet wide battle thousands of years in the past. The other players woke up one by one over the next couple of hours and as a group, the Storm made their way to the stadium to commence pre-game preparations. In this instance, the warm-up consisted of Brock and Zucco projectile vomiting in the change rooms while the rest of the team with the exception of Tollas and Robbie trying not to join them. Between them, the players drank twenty-five litres of water and ate about thirty kilograms of rice and dumplings in true Saiyan fashion. About an hour later, the teams were announced and the Storm players ran out to thunderous applause from the crowd. In his position as full-back, Tollas had a view of almost the entire area and had to admit that it was a sight to behold. In his slightly hung over state, the extra gravity felt stronger than normal but was still nowhere near enough to make him uncomfortable. At the referee's behest, the Eels kicked off. The ball sailed straight to Tollas, who decided to run it instead of passing to a forward as was customary in such a position. He ran towards the line at an angle, making the defence slide across to cover him. Seeing a gap start to form on the inside, Robbie ran a seventy-one line and succeeded in busting through the line. He was brought down twenty metres later by Tollas' target, who was similarly playing fullback. Rugby League in this competition was nothing like that which was played on planet Earth. For example, this competition didn't seem to contain any rules against high tackles and the hits looked that much harder. Finally, after about eight minutes of play Tollas spotted a path through the broken defence that was trying to catch up after the fullback had kicked the ball. Tollas sidestepped the forward in front of him before accelerating into the subsequently created gap and palming the hooker in the face to stop him from making the tackle. Tollas accelerated further with only the fullback to beat, wisps of ki energy beginning to trail behind him as he accelerated towards the fullback. To his credit, the Avalonian stood his ground and braced himself for the impact that never came. At the last minute Tollas stepped to the side and scored under the posts. Annoyed at being thwarted, the fullback made a second effort at a tackle and came in with a swinging arm after Tollas had put the ball down. It was on. There was no way that Tollas was going to let the scumbag get away with such a cowardly move. He stood abruptly, the back of his head colliding with the fullback's chin. The Avalonian immediately swung a flurry of angry punches, none of which managed to connect. Tollas too was fighting with too much emotion but still managed to land a couple of good hits to brittle areas of the Avalonian's face. By the time the referees, who were of the same make as the android bouncers, managed to break up the fight the Avalonian was bleeding from his nose and two gashes on his cheek and above his eye. From that point on, the game descended into a chaotic frenzy of destruction, with both sides more interested in causing as much damage as possible to the bodies of their opposition. When the final whistle blew the score was twelve points to ten in favour of the Storm, but the crowd was the real winner. They came to watch a gladiatorial struggle between two foes and the players didn't disappoint, especially in the gladiatorial part. The second game of the day was against the Earth Rabbitohs. To say that they sucked would have been an insult to teams that suck. The obviously low-powered warriors struggled in the increased gravity and the scoreboard reflected the result. Managing only two points to the Storm's forty-six points, the Rabbitohs were thoroughly humiliated but were a fair and reasonable opposition. The general consesus among the Storm players was that they enjoyed this game more, but they enjoyed the fights against the Eels the most of all. The second night saw another all-night party at Victory, though it was soured somewhat by the fact that Jade went off with some random douche instead of hanging out with Tollas. Not one to let some bitch kill his buzz, Tollas joined Cabby and Marto in having a football team worth of human girls come back to the hotel for drinks in and around the pool. They were soon joined by the rest of the team and the night once again descended into drunken chaos that Tollas knew he would never remember. His night ended in the early hours of the morning with two petite human girls who seemed anxious to please the superstar who was the leading points scorer for the competition. The next day saw a skilful encounter with the Frieza Titans. It was such a close game that neither side had scored a single point by the time the final whistle sounded. Marto managed a field-goal from sixty-five metres out with seconds to spare before the game would be called a draw. It was a game in which Tollas struggled to find his form with Marto carrying an injury from the Eels game and making running backline plays difficult. The final game of the regular season was against the Namek Warrior, a team that was comprised almost completely of Nameks. Why the froglike creatures would ever want to come to a fiery world like cauldron was anyone's guess, but here they were. It was a dirty game that was filled with fights and other stoppages. The only scoring in the second half came from another Marto field goal that won the game for the Storm. Rather than visit the Victory again, the team elects to stay at the Hotel for an end of the regular season party. Jade showed up with two similarly dressed girls wearing pink and orange along with a dozen or so attractive human girls. Having discovered how much fun they can have in the pool, the team has the party there and the end result is about seven hours of drinking and a night of debauchery whose aftermath was discovered by the hotel staff at about midday the next day. Because of the way the draw worked out, the Eels play the Storm in the semi-finals. It is a much more technically correct game and Tollas is targeted in order to reduce his effectiveness. The ploy works and the score is just four points to both sides at half time. Midway through the second half, Tollas realises that both forwards and the hooker are targeting him whenever he gets the ball and are subsequently creating an overlap for the rest of the Storm players. The realisation allows the score to change drastically for the rest of the game and the Storm make it through to the Grand Final with an eighteen point win over their fierce rivals. After decimating the Rabbitohs in the other final, the Titans line up against the Storm as the marginal favourites. They show everyone just why this is the case for much of the first half, though Tollas scored a lucky try from an intercept late in the first half to make the score six to nil at half time. The Titans again started strong in the second half, scoring two tries in the first five minutes and keeping the Storm scoreless for most of the half. At twelve points all and with two minutes to go, the Titans looked to have clenched the title with a field goal. In what turned out to be the last play of the game, Tollas regathered a short kick-off from Marty and shrugged off three tackles to crash over in the corner with seconds to spare. All of the teams descend on the Victory Hotel for a night of drinking to celebrate another successful season. Rather than seek out female company he hangs around the pool tables with Cabby. After several games of pool and twice as many drinks, Marto finds Tollas and passes on a message from Jade to meet him on the roof. Curious as to what she wants, Tollas acquiesces. He finds Arctica waiting for him. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you during the week," he said. "I've been here all along," replied the changeling coyly before transforming into Jade. "What the hell is going on?" asked Tollas, stunned. "There's a lot you don't know about me." "If you really are Jade, then after the first night there's a lot I do know about you that I didn't before." "I suppose you are right," replied Arctica, "though your reaction isn't what I expected." "Alcohol helps." "Right. Well, which do you prefer?" "Which form?" "Yes." "Jade. Same question." "You don't have more than one form." "You know what I mean." "My favourite has and always will be Eski." There was no small amount of nostalgia evident in Arctica's response and it made Tollas wonder what the hell else she was hiding from him. It wasn't something that he had time to dwell on now, however for it would be time to leave for Earth in a few days. Now that he thought about leaving though, he wondered how possible it would be to use instant transmission to teleport his entire ship to the terrestrial planet that contained both of his first real masters. He resolved to spend the rest of the week practising to ensure that he wouldn’t kill himself trying to teleport the ship on the first try. “Is everything okay?” Arctica asked. Lost in his thoughts, Tollas had gone quiet. “Yeah. I’m just making plans for the next week.” “Do those plans involve going pirating with me?” “Not in the next month or so but after that, you never know your luck.” “Good bye, Eski,” she said. “Goodbye Jade,” he replied, using the same psychological ploy that she was endeavouring to use against him. Word Count: 5,030 Adventurer Passive Level 1 |
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