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Kanassa Black Star Ball; BSDB Quest.
Topic Started: Apr 28 2013, 01:59 PM (83 Views)
Rem
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The Super Namek
Even before he had arrived upon the world, Rem had felt... something. It was strange, he couldn’t actually nail down what the feeling was. It was like the scent of a memory from years ago that had faded due to time and space. He had put aside the thought, that particular feeling in the beginning and had almost forgotten it completely within a few hours. He had gotten used to it, like a strange smell that one got all over their clothes and body, and simply stopped recognizing the foulness of- where others would instantly note upon it, or where they would have in the beginning. That was how it was.

Anyway, Rem had been on the planet for a week and had completely forgotten about that strange sensation. Why dwell upon something that might have been nothing, or might simply have been a memory of a particular style of tree that meant something when he was a child, or a rock that had the same shape and familiarity of another one he had known before. Whatever. Putting it out of mind, Rem continued about hsi day and way. He met the tiny, wizened Sensei known as Oday and had it revealed that the Kanassans apparently knew about the being known as the Unformed. It was... an awakening for him to know that others out there in the galaxy were aware of the nemesis he had fought against for thousands of years in his previous life.

The fact that, apparently, an entire species knew about this race was hard for Rem to accept. Especially since in his time and in his own galaxy, those same, very beings of that Race were all dead. None of them had survived a great event in the past that had ended up wiping them all out. Such an event must have been spectacularly ravaging indeed for that to happen- considering the race was full of those who could both see and hear the whispering of the future. How in the name of God did an entire race that could see what was going to happen to them die off? You’d think they would be able to, if not triumph over any foes, then at least make some sort of contingency plans that would secure the survival of their species.

The only thing that Rem could surmise was that it had been the doing of the Unformed. Rem had seen the power of these people. Their power levels and such were nowhere near as high as his own were, and yet a few of them together had been able to, literally, beat the shit out of him. They had been able to destroy him. He had no possible response when, working together, they had combined to capture him in their powers, their nets of mental and psychic energy that had made him as strong as a babe in comparison. They had thrown him around like a rag doll, they had stretched his body until it had been feeling like he would break. Then, suffering under their ministrations, Rem had been knocked unconscious.

Rem had awoken, later, inside of some sort of puzzle trap that he was still not sure how they had managed to get him into. Between feeling their power on him, and listening to the instruction of one of their teacher types, Rem had relearned how to use the two of his abilities he had once known in his previous life. The all too useful Telepathy, and the rather less useful, but magnanimously interesting technique of astral projection. Both of those, as well as many other techniques he was sure to reunlock in the coming days, would be immensely helpful if he was truly going to be going up against the Unformed in the coming years.

Rem had been training under those people for a few days at that point. After he had escaped from their little trap, and proven to them he was worth of their training, if that had been indeed what he had been proving, they had taken him in and begun to show him some skills and techniques. Already he could levitate small stones in the air around him, and soon would master the technique altogether to use in battle as he had in his previous life, using throwing knives and the like if he so chose.

After a while, though, Rem was beginning to feel that weird feeling creeping up within him again. He didn’t know why. But it just wouldn’t go away. It all ended up coming to a head when Rem, organizing his things, accidentally turned on the dragon ball scouter that he kept tucked away in his things. Rem heard the thing beep, and reached for it to turn it off so as to conserve the things battery. And that was when he heard the thing beep a second time. He did turn it off then, but then stopped in the process of putting it away. Why... had it beeped a second time? He wasn’t on Earth, wasn’t on Namek... Except for the initial start up beep, actually was there even a start up beep? It shouldn’t have made any sounds at all. The fact that it had interested him.

Rem picked up the device once more, then fumbled once as he turned the power back on. What he saw was... amazing, interesting, and completely impossible. There was no way in hell there was a dragonball on this world. He zoomed the thing out, then in, then out further. Over and again he did so, trying to find out where the rest of the damned balls were- but he was right with his first guess, there was no such other balls on this world. Just one. “What in the seven hells...” Rem asked, scratching his brow for a moment or two. He was really rather confused about the whole thing. A moment later he got even more confused when, inexplicably, the ball he was picking up actually moved. In fact, as he stood there looking down at it, he noticed that very slowly the ball was moving across the face of the world.

“Better get to the bottom of this.” Rem decided right then and there. Most folks probably wouldn’t have bothered to worry about it, but Rem was a Namekian. That meant that deep inside of him was the desire to be the watchman of the dragonballs. Although he didn’t realize it, that feeling that Rem had been subtely ignoring, putting deep inside him without acknowledging was the Dragon ball. He hadn’t known there was one here, but something inside of him had. His own body was tied to the remnants and artifacts of his people more than he could have figured. The fact that he was drawn to find out about the Dragon ball was simply natural, the way it was.

Half an hour later the Namekian was five thousand miles away, within just a few more miles of the dragon ball, wondering what he was going to find when he got there. The thing hadn’t stopped while he had been traveling, and it was moving at a rather fast rate so he knew that whoever had it wasn’t just some farmer or... Wait... This planet, except for the few hundred Kanassan Colonists on it. There was no way one of the Kanassans had the dragon ball, howvever... Could they? He didn’t want to believe that. If they had the dragon ball, it meant that...


Hell, Rem didn’t know. And hell, he still wasn’t all tha tsure that there was in fact a dragon ball on this world yet. At the moment he just had a few questions that he needed to get answers to. Needed to figure out what the hell was going on, basically. ANything else would happen as it would.

Rem appeared in the air behind the thing, his body flashing across the sky as he closed the distance like a dervish, fast as a mother fucker. Rem appeared behind.... “The fuck is that?” Rem asked as he floated in the air, looking at some sort of green, winged beast that he couldn’t quite place, but knew was sort of familiar, almost as if a racial memory. Rem followed then, slowing his speed from the intensely fast pace he had been traveling while he was trying to catch up with the thing. He simply strolled along behind it, keeping it within his site as he tried to match up what he was seeing with the vague memory in his mind.

After a while, Rem went ahead and turned his scouter on. The ki signature he was getting from the beast was nothing spectacular. 20,000 Power Level was a decent number, and within the first few months of returning to life and consciouisness in this galaxy, in his new and untested, untrained body, Rem might have been pressed against such a creature. But after that, well, his power had grown and swelled pretty damned rapidly. He figured it and a hundred of its best friends, together, might prove to be a challenge enough for him to worry about, but other than that.... Nah, probably not.

Beginning to get the feeling that he was dealing with something that he hadn’t consideered before, Rem went ahead and widened the perimeter of his scouter, trying to capture and track more ki signatures. It diluted the strength of the thing, but with power levels of 20,000- then Rem figured if this guy had some friends were, then he would pick them up no matter what. What he did get surprised him for a few moments, such that he actually stopped running and just took in all of the power levels. His scouter quickly tried to tell him what he was dealing with by reading and then characterizing the mass of people all around him. It was sensing something like 150 people. The great majority had power levels between 500 and 20,000. A half dozen had power levels between 50,000 and 100,000. There was a single power level that he could feel that had a power level of 150,000. If this crew of... whatever he was dealing with had a boss, then most definitely it was that guy. Rem had no idea what he was going to do against such a force, but.... Well, backing down or not checking it out was anathema to who he was as a person. So Rem kept going forward, doing his best to keep his own power level kind of down so that he wouldn't be sensed or anything like that.

The green skinned warrior continued to follow, checking his scouter every few minutes to begin to get an idea on just how close he was getting to the other group. They were starting to come up quick. Rem took an inventory of all his gear, wanting to make sure he was going to be ready for a fight if it happened. His masamune and his staff were on his back, his armor was cinched and tightened. He had his grenades, senzu beans, and various other battle gear all ready in eith erhis pockets, his capsule cases, or in his tool belt. He was almost alwasy ready for battle these days. After the events of the last few months it was something he almost refused to go without.

That insane bastard who Rem had been forced to put down after he had massacred hundreds of thousands of people on Juno, and other planets, and his friend who Rem had been forced to kill because he had apparently been too damned loyal to the evil fuck. Before that, Rem had been forced to take down the Saiyan named Broli- the man who had made a name for himself in the Saiyan empire by doing the bidding of the King, that bidding of course being the murder of children and stuff.

Between that, the battle and war with Sekt and the Sons of the Namekku-Sei, the entire series of events on Cacaylismia, and all the other bullshit, it just wasn’t worth it anymore to go without his battle gear n a day ot day basis. He needed to be ready at all times, he never could tell when nemies were going to come out of the woodwork and try to kick his ass. Or kill him, or just try to do anything that he would probably take offense to.

Knowing that he was prepared for battle, Rem went ahead and increased his speed. They were coming up fast on the guys friends or whatever at that point, and Rem wanted to make a surprise out of the vent once they got there. He begun to power up too, letting energy climax within his body, on the cusp of letting himself shift into his superior state. He would hold back for the moment, however. He’d need to conserve his energy if he was going to take down a force of people this strong. They weren’t all that strong,but there were a lot of them, so yeah.

A few moments later the forest beneath them gave away. The freaky bastard rem was following appeared over a clearing just moments before him, the Namekian was closing in though. In the next few seconds he finished it, getting up behind the guy in an instant, then coming up beside him. The guy was so damned surprised by the sight of someone coming up beside him that his mouth just gaped open for a second and he continued flying on. In the next moment, Rem withdrew his sword from the scabbard and gutted the fucker, inserting the sword into his belly and ripping out a good portion of his intenstines and internal organs. Something Black dropped away from the man, flying towards the ground below. Rem figured it was the dragonball, the guy dropping it, but he had never heard of or seen a black dragon ball before, so what the hell... He would deal with it in a few minutes once he had taken care of business.

He pulled up short then, throwing his arms and legs wide and powering up energy into his hands and mouth. He could see, far below and in front of him, a rather massive vessel with all sorts of small, ant like figures rushing around it. That was his target, it seemed. Rem took in the sight before him in an instant. Strangely, the design of the vessel was familiar. It was ancient looking as shit, although surprisingly well maintained. Rem realized, in that instant, that it was of the same design as modern Namekian vessels, although of a much older, blocky design. How old that ship must be, Rem didn’t know. Until the last few dozen years or so, Namekians didn’t even make ships- they hadn’t been able to, with their population being too low and such.

Before then, it had been over 100 years before they had made ships, ships like that one. So what Rem was looking at was an ancient vessel of the old namekian Regime. He wondered how a person had come to own such a thing. Then, a bit of shock went through him. He realized who he had been following behind all this time, what rather, what had been the thing he had just killed a few seconds previous. “Namekian Spawn....” Rem whispered to himself as he allowed his energy to build and build as he levitated there in the air. he was beginning to get an idea of who and what he was dealing with at this point, and that... that made things very interesting.

“HAAA!” Rem roared, letting loose a barrage of energy from his hands, letting loose with the Renzuko Energy Dan. The blasts of energy scorched across the air, hitting a few dozen score yards before the ship. It exploded into a massive series of explosions, then traveled towards the ship. There were warriors and such in the path of them, and they were engulfed by them. Many of them were simply annihilated by the attack, getting taken over by the explosion and not getting out of it before it consumed them entirely. Others managed to fly out of the path of it, and others got out trailing smoke, with portions of their body blackened and burned and such.

Rem shot forward after the rlast of the blasts marched up to the landing ramp of the ship. Twin ki swords snapped into existence in either hand, and Rem felt a rush of nostalgia and remembrance, deja vu even, as he continued forward. This was how it was supposed to be. THis was how he had always fought back in his first life. How had he forgoten his preferred method of battle. He had always fought against overwhelming numbers, and over the years he had ended up cultivating a style that worked perfectly suited to take care of that. He had used the two ki swords, or hell, he had used to know an ability to grow an extra set of arms out of his shoulder, and he would use two more arms. He would become a literal blender in battle, wading through his foes, slicing them to bits and shit.

And that was how Rem fought now, reveling in the rememories he was experiencing as he spun, his blade slicing deep into the gut of his first foe, then twirling on one leg and coming down with a mighty, downward stroke that cleaved into the head of the next. Both fell, dead, smoking carcasses from the attacks. A moment later he kicked out, taking the next to come at him in the stomach, the blow so powerful that his follow up slice actually missed because the guy was in the process of flying hundreds of yards into the distance, where he slammed into a tree and hit the ground- only slowly rising.

The enemies stopped coming then, for a second. A group of fighters were gathered around the namekian, looking at him a bit nervously. Or, well, at l east a few of them were. a lot of them were looking to be champing at the bit to come at him. Well, fuck them. They were holding back, apparently going to rush him all at once.

That was when three fighters came forward. Rem looked at them, noticing that they were aliens of a race he couldn’t exactly figure. Each of them was orange, with bright yellow or white hair. They were of different sized, one of them rather tall and large, one of them tall and thin, and the other kind of short and thick. They were all smiling at him, obviously thinking they had the advantage in the fight here. Rem threw his arms wide, his ki swords shimmering bright in the light of the noon day sun. “Come on boys, let’s dance.” Oh yeah, this was right, this was good. THis was like the good old days.

And then they came. A dozen fighters came with them. Rem didn’t wait to be swarmed under, he instantly threw himself into the air, clearing himself of the mass of people and then tossing one of the ki swords. It wouldn’t last that long out of his hand, not getting the continual flow of life energy that would keep it in existence, but it would last long enough to...

Blood sprayed as it struck the front rank of fuckers coming at him. A head and an arm flew off as he watched, and then created a new ki sword and tossed the other one, much to the same results. Warriors died as they came at him, body parts, heads, and other various fluids and shit getting thrown to the side, the fighters dropping from the air either dead, or screaming in pain.

Then Rem drove back in, the swords flashing as his arms moved, slicing and jabbing and thrusting. At some point, someone managed to plant a fist in his back, at which Rem turned and sliced the fuckers head off. Then a kick to his newly turned back sent him shooting out of the horde, slamming into the side of the ship. He put on a burst of pseed and just flew straight on through, exploding out of the top an instant later, throwing down the ki swords at the first fuckers who followed him, and then charging up a massive blast of energy. “HRAAA!” He roared, the super kamehameha drilling into the ancient Namekian space ship and then exploding. The resulting pressure wave sent Rem higher into the air, and once the disorientation passed he looked down at his handiwork. The sheer number of foes who were arrayed against him now had been severly diminished. Of the 100 or so enemies, he figured at least 70 were dead. That just left the final, strongest and those wlucky enough to survive what he had thrown against him to deal with. Those odds were a hell of a lot better, he could deal...

But... Well, Rem had expended a lot of energy, and he had a lot of foes. Maybe he’d be able to defeat them, maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to take any chances. it was time to recollect himself, take a few moments to measure the force he was arrayed against, and then see about taking them down in an easier manner. He might be able to defeat 29 of them, but if by that point he didnt have the strength or power to take down the last one, then it was all for nothing anyway.

So Rem, grinning, placed two fingers to his head and disappeared from sight as he levitated in the air. He reappeared behind the group, his hand reaching into a set of bushes he had seen the black orb fall into and pulling it free. Sure enough, it had 5 stars upon it, same as the other sets of dragonballs. But... why was it back, and why was he facing Namekian Spawns and other aliens who had come off a Namekian warship of the old days... And why were the kanassans here, and what was the reason for all the coincidences... So many questions, and Rem was determined to get to the bottom of this.

Rem looked at his foes, wondering where they had come from and why he had never heard of them before. He wondered how in the name of fuck they had managed to get ahold of one of the warships from a time in which the Namekian people were a much bigger, larger influence in the galaxy. Christ... how had it managed to stay together for so many hundreds, potentially thousands of years. Then he realized that they had been searching for a dragon ball, a special dragon ball apparently... And more and more thoughts and confusion were compounded and added atop. Was there, possibly, a Namekian on board? One of the ancient super namekians who had been cast off from the world? Already he had been forced to face down and kill one, was he going to end up fighting another?

Or was this just a ship that some fucker had gotten ahold of and had used it to track down a dragonball using some sort of onboard radar, or ships logs, or something. The possibilities were endless. Sighing, Rem placed his fingers back to his head again... And disappeared from sight, reappearing back upon his own ship- thousands of miles away.

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