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Strongest Under the Land, In the Stars
Topic Started: Aug 21 2014, 11:28 PM (280 Views)
Chishan
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The Saiyan Inferno
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Strongest Under the Land Under the Heavens

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A secret underground fighting operation, known as the Crimson Fists have taken an interest in your skills. You have been invited to join in on their... 'activities'. In the arena, some of the most dangerous of Earth's fighters gather for blood spattered brawls, people often getting killed as a result. The league is run by a man calling himself Fayzr; a drug baron who supplies the fighters with expensive chems. Depending on what kind of character you want to be, you can take this opportunity to get close to the head of the league and put an end to this bloodsport for good. Alternatively you can succumb to the lust for battle in your veins and become the champion of the underground.

Reward: +500 zeni, +5 DP, +40 all stats, +5 Rp Credits

Bonus: +2 alignment if you destroy the league

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Bonus: -2 to alignment if you become the new champion.
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Chishan
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Her head was spinning, like she had been on a merry-go-round out of control. Even though her eyes were still closed, she could feel the world around her slowly revolving. Was this what death was like? A constant tornado of suffering and sickness?

Her eyes moved under her eyelids and a groan escaped her mouth. No, this most certainly was not death. She could feel things again, smell the stagnant air. Feel the bonds…

Wait, bonds?!

Her eyes snapped open, her brown pupils dilating from the extreme light. She winced and turned her head away from the glare while simultaneously trying to yank her arms out of their positions. No good, there were shackles holding her in place. As her vision began to adapt to the light, she looked up to where her arms were positioned. She could see the pale blue energy that was encircling her wrists, keeping her in place. Her legs were free to move though and she did just that, dancing them over the metallic floor as if to test that they were real. Then she looked ahead of herself.

She was in a glass room. The walls were barely wider than a bathroom and the ceiling was only about nine feet high. The metal grates below her echoed as she stomped on them, the sound traveling through the ducts below. It was drainage.

But for what exactly? The very idea caused a chill to run down her spine.

From what she could tell there were no guards. This short period of time could be a rotation switch and she had to take advantage of that. She pulled on the bonds with her entire weight, testing their strength. Solid, bound to the wall. This was going to be tricky. But not impossible. Pulling on them once more, she used her strength to raise her legs up to the ceiling. Her bare feet touched the cold steel, toes wriggling from the sensation. She took a few deep breaths, feeling her abdominal muscles stretching.

And then she let herself go. Her legs fell down quickly, aimed to crash against the floor. But she bent them at the knees so they couldn’t connect with that but rather against the steel wall behind her. And they did just that, slapping hard as they found the metal sheet. As soon as she felt it, she put all her strength into her arms and pushed forward away from the wall. The combined force of her landing and assisted foundation of the wall was too much for the shackles and the energy circulators cracked, shutting off the rotating energy cuffs.

She fell to the ground with a hard thunk, causing her to groan once more. But she had done it; she now had her arms back. She pushed off the ground into a kneeling position, rubbing her sore wrists. The energy that had been holding her wasn’t hot or electrical, but still pushing against it felt like pushing against solid steel. Her head snapped up to look at the glass wall in front of her. The entire pen was made of glass with no visible way to open it up. She could always smash it but surely that would set off an alarm. No, she had to get a feel for this thing first. She brought her hands up and placed them, palms out, towards the sheet.

And it disappeared.

Her arms waved wildly as she fell forward through the now entryway, crashing against the ground once more. This time it was less subtle and with less grace. She quickly got back to her feet, ready to pounce on any guards that came rounding the corner to investigate.

But none came. Where in the hell was she?

She snuck to the doorway and looked out down each hallway. No one on either side. Her eyes narrowed as she decided on heading down the east wing, hoping she could find the exit. She followed the hallway slowly, creeping along a steady but soft pace. Having her feet bare was actually helpful at this point, though she decided that was not leaving this place without her boots. Those had cost a fortune.

Or well, they would have if she had paid for them.

She tried to remember what would have gotten her here. The last thing she could really remember was receiving her orders to provide surveillance. Something was heading towards New East City and planned on destroying it. She had been told to assess the situation and then get out without getting involved.

But she gotten involved hadn’t she? The memories started to rise back up in her mind as she walked. She had seen someone that had gotten her blood pumping; enough that she had attempted an attack after the monster had been destroyed. Chishan! Her eyes went wide. She remembered now. The saiyan responsible for her sister’s death had shown up during her surveillance and destroyed the creature, saving the city. But she had attacked him, intent on taking him by surprise. He had stopped it and was facing her, demanding to know who she was…

And that was it. Darkness after that. Had the saiyan taken her? Had he left her for dead? Maybe this was one of the organization’s holding cells. But why would they have caged her? Was it because she got involved? So many questions and not enough answers.

A door slid open in front of her and she passed through almost without thinking. It was a bridge of a ship, the seats all aligned for their proper positions. But no crew was sitting in the seats. That was suspicious. As she came around the corner and turned to face the front, her eyes went wide and she couldn’t help but rise to a full upright position.

Space. All the outside was space. The black veil dotted with stars. And the Earth was floating near the center of it.

Her limbs felt weak and she had to hold the closest console for support. She moved slowly to the glass, her jaw hanging as she stood in awe of the heavens before her.

“Not a bad view, is it?”

The voice caused her to leap around, her arms at the ready to attack. And the sight that appeared before her brought back those same feelings from before. The Saiyan Inferno Chishan was leaning against the captain’s chair, staring at her. He was clad in a black t-shirt that hung tight against his body, defining his muscles. His hands weren’t gloved anymore but were bare, resting carefully on his biceps. She had seen pictures of his face before but the definition of it, the sharp and formation of the lightning scar over his left eye was intimidating. She wondered for just a moment if his face was capable of being pleasant and cracking a smile. But he sure wasn’t smiling now.

"You.” She hissed.

“Yes, me. That same person you tried to attack before. I was hoping you would decide to discuss this instead of coming to blows. After all, one wrong placement and you’ll blow a hole in the hull and kill us all.” He said, nodding towards the sight behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder quickly, realizing that he had a point. Slowly she brought her arms down to her sides and looked back to him. "You took me prisoner.”

“I tend to do that with people that try and hurt me.” He explained moving around and sitting in his chair.

"You didn’t do that with the demon. You killed that.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. “That was different. There is no taking of demons. They are too much of a risk. They must always be destroyed.”

Her teeth ground together. "Awful big talk from someone like you.”

He ignored that, tapping the small electronic display on the arm of his chair. A holographic image appeared before them, like a globe made of different video screens.

“You can imagine my surprise when I saw you. You look just like Tilda.” He said and he noticed the slight eye twitch from her when he did so. But it didn’t stop him from continuing. “But when I actually took a look at you in the light, I could see the differences. You’re her sister, aren’t you? Monica?”

She gulped. "She told you about me?”

“Not much.” He confessed, tapping the screen to roll it around and show a video of Matilda training in the old Phoenixfall simulator room. “You were a touchy subject. Had a falling out with the family, got involved with a bad crowd. It had cut her deep and it was something she kept close to her heart. I was the only one she opened up to about it and even then, it wasn’t much.”

She nodded slightly and looked down at the ground. "I see.”

“But after your attempted assassination on me, I decided to do some digging. I have to ask; do you prefer Monica or Crossbones?”

Her assassin’s callname surprised her, especially coming from the man she had sworn to kill. "“How do you-…”

“I have a lot of connections. The seedy underworld isn’t as shaded as many of you would like to believe. People talk, people confess. And legends about professional killers are often spread among small groups of people. It’s just about listening in.” He said, bringing his hand up to rest under his chin. She didn’t know it but it was also a clear signal to how he had found out about her; by using his telepathy to read people’s minds. Truth is he didn’t have a lot of underworld connections, he just knew how to sit patiently and invade the minds of the seediest fellows that walk into dive bars. But she didn’t need to know that. After all, she had tried to kill him.

“You’ve got quite the reputation. Beautiful, fast and deadly. Many compare you to a rattlesnake but your nickname came from your first kill, didn’t it? A senator that you killed with a ki blast from a mile away. The only thing left of him was his blackened skull and femur bones. Hence the name. That is fairly dark if I must say so myself.”

She didn’t answer him, just kept her focus on the ground. Having one’s dirty laundry aired out in front of them was never something anyone took pride in.

He sighed. “Honestly I don’t care about your past. We’ve all done things that we’re not proud of. What I do want to know is why you suddenly attempted to take my life? Is there a hit out on me? Were you trying to cash in?”

"No.” She said softly, her hands shaking slightly and her teeth biting at her lips. As her head rose up, the barest hint of tears clung to the edges of her eyes. But there was an anger in her brown pupils, ready to be unleashed on the saiyan. "You killed my sister. She died because of you. I swore to myself I would avenge her. We lost touch but I never stopped loving her. And I hoped that someday I’d be able to make up for all the damage I had done in the past. But you took that away from me! You killed the only chance I had at redemption.”

He sat there for a moment, just staring at her. Whether he was processing what she had said or had no words to answer she couldn’t tell. Uneasily she met his gaze, trying her best to show how strong she was. She wouldn’t cry in front of her sworn enemy. No, she would stare him down until her words drilled into him and he felt the guilt that-…

“You’re not wrong.”

She gasped slightly, her eyes widening as he kept his gaze on her despite his surprising confession. His hand drew a small circle on the screen, bringing around a picture of the former officer, her face chiseled but with that smirk he knew so well. He stared at it for a moment or two before he addressed Monica again. “She was killed because she was with me. No doubt that if she had stayed away, she’d still be alive today. But your sister was in love with me and I with her. Keeping us apart for as long as we had been was torture on me and every day I missed her. When we were finally together again, you can bet that I wasn’t about to let her go. That blinded me to the danger that she was in. And even if it hadn’t, she would have insisted upon coming along anyways. You know your sister, you grew up with her. When she was set on something, she would see it through to the end no matter what. Despite all the cold, militarized etiquette she showed on the surface, she was a caring friend and loving woman on the inside. She gave her life trying to save her crew, trying to keep her friends from dying.”

He rose from his seat, towering over here even from the plenty of feet between them. He took a step towards the girl, a step that she in turn moved back. There was something beginning to radiate off of him. She wasn’t sure what it was.

“Did I kill her? No. To this day I don’t truly know what took your sister’s life. I have made a vow myself to find the culprit and bring them to justice. I spent a long time blaming myself for her loss, walking through life in a daze of a broken heart. I was willing to take my rage out on everyone that got in my way, though the only person I wanted to truly punish was myself. But it took the words of my friends to remind me of the real person I was inside. The man that your sister deemed worthy enough to love. She died because of me, yes; I can accept that judgment. But I was not her killer.”

His form was brimming with it now, an energy she had never felt before. It wasn’t ferocious but rather like a cooling aura of collected calmness. It was so powerful that she felt her knees get weak and her fists uncurled. Her want to fight him, kill him, was diminishing the closer he got.

“You want redemption? Find it yourself. Your sister would have told you the same thing. Deep inside you know it to be true as well. You can’t place your hopes and wishes on a fantasy if you aren’t a major player in it. I learned that the hard way. It took a long time for me to redeem myself and even now I’m working towards it. And I’ve done some bad things in the past couple of months. Then again, you’ve done a lot of bad things the past couple of years.” His eyes narrowed and a blue glow seemed to outline his form as he approached her slowly. “If I had any sense, I would knock you out now and throw you to the government down on Earth below. I’m sure they’d love to get the famous Crossbones wrapped up in a bow and ready for persecution. Last time I checked the death penalty was still in effect for mass murderers.”

Her back found the console behind her, trapping the girl in a corner. For the first time in a very long time, the cold-hearted assassin was feeling fear. She hadn’t felt this way since her first job, arguing with herself over the repercussions for taking a person’s life. She probably wouldn’t have gone through with it if it weren’t for her trainer threatening her own life. Once the job is taken, a life must end. Be it yours or the target’s. She swallowed hard as she looked up at the intimidating Lightning Lord, bearing down on her like a judgmental force of nature.

He stopped mere inches from her, his lips twisted down in a frown. He took the time to look her up and down, as if weighing his options with her. Her knees were shaking now and it took all her nerve to summon up the courage to speak.

"Please…”

He didn’t answer her at first, letting his eyes spread the worry in her a bit more. That was all she could muster, one small little whimper that she never thought she would utter. She had been a killer, a mercenary that traded money for lives. And now, standing before the man she had deemed a target, she was helpless. It was embarrassing, it was pitiful.

It was…enlightening.

The saiyan sighed. “You can’t even hear the layers in your own voice. You’re a scared child, taught to view the world in one way and never thinking of anything else. You’ve been tamed to one small little box of thought and that’s all you’ve ever known. But you were so much more before you let your anger get the best of you. You had potential, you still do. But you pilfered lives to prove your strength instead of earning it the right way. It honestly breaks my heart.”

He stepped away from her, his back completely to her. Generally by rule of thumb, one shouldn’t turn their back to someone that had it out for them. But the Saiyan Inferno had confidence that the girl wouldn’t attack again. He had broken through her flimsy barrier that sealed her heart from emotions. He had done it maliciously and viciously, laying in truths and painful words to break apart the walls.

And he had done it all to save her.

“You’ve got a choice now, Monica.” He said, moving back to his chair and turning around to sit in it, looking at the trembling girl again. “You speak of redemption. I’m offering it to you now; an escape from your old life. A brand new start away from the life of crime you’ve known for so long. And, perhaps, an opportunity to start one that will matter. It’s what your sister would want me to offer you. Even if you weren’t blood-related, she’d still give you a chance to change. Perhaps I learned that from her. And perhaps it is fate that brought us here now, at a crossroads in our lives. But if you don’t want that, if you’d rather return to your life as Crossbones and continue to hunt down men and women for money, I can’t force you to change. Eventually I might have to stop you but you might even be able to stand up against me then. I don’t know the future. I only know the present. And those are your two paths right now.”

“So choose.”

It was a long time before she would speak again. Minutes passed as she stared at the ground once more, her body beginning to settle down. Her fingers rubbed against one another out of worry, nervousness, what have you. She chewed on her lip, a trait that she took after her older sister. So many thoughts entered her head, so many words she wanted to cry and shout and whisper. But above all else, the image of her sister’s smiling face in her mind seemed to hang present among every little network firing off in her brain.

"You were my enemy for so long. I had this picture of you in my head, as the saiyan brute that stole my sister’s heart and let her die without a care in the world. I heard stories of your war conquests, the legends of your fighting skill and ability to lead. Even on Earth we knew of the ‘Lightning Lord’ and how he ravaged the Damaskian army on Valhalla. You can imagine it makes listening to you now all the more ridiculous. But I can’t fool myself into thinking of you like that anymore. Being here, sensing your energy, I can’t lie about how you are. You’re nothing like the monster I imagined you to be.” Her brown eyes rose up to meet his, a surprising light in them; courage. "I don’t know if everything you said about fate is true. But Crossbones was a title I never asked for and I never wanted. I let myself be led on by promises of power and being different and while they were all true, they came with a heftier price than I could bear. All I could do was keep doing as I was told, because I would be killed otherwise.”

She took a deep breath in and took a step forward. "But if you’re offering me a chance to change, I have to take it. I’ve heard stories of how bravely my sister against impossible odds and hearing your words about her now only seem to prove those true. I spent my entire childhood wanting to get out of her shadow and now all I want to do is make up the years I squandered. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I will take up your offer, Chishan. My sister trusted you until her last breath…so you at least deserve a shot to prove you’re half the man she thought you were.”

He shook his head softly and a smile finally broke through his seriousness. “You’ve no idea how much you are like her already. Alright then Monica, welcome aboard the Night Fury. I hope you’re ready for your first assignment.” As he finished speaking, he rose to his feet again.

Her brow furrowed. "Assignment? Exactly what did you think I was signing on to be a part of?”

He smirked. “A part of my team, of course. Given what I know about you, I think its best that I take you into the field with me when I deploy on missions.”

Her eyes narrowed. "I’m not working for the Saiyan Empire, am I? That will not fly with me.”

He waved her off. “Relax; the Empire assignments will stay within saiyan protocols. You’ll join me and Apio on personal field missions. Rescuing damsels, putting out fires, fighting world-ending robots, that kind of junk.”

She blinked at his answer, to which he brought his hand behind his head and rubbed the top of his neck. “Plus I have to keep an eye on you. You’re welcome aboard and all but I have to know you’re worth trusting.”

She literally almost fell over at that comment. "Gee, thanks.”

He chuckled lightly. “First things first; introductions. The crew is in the barracks. I was briefing them on the mission. Apparently there is some underground fighting group that has started up that has gotten way out of hand. Lots of fatalities. I’m going to pose as a fighter and infiltrate their ranks so I can bring them down.”

"Couldn’t you just go down there and intimidate them with your power?”

He shrugged and continued to grin. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Dear God, what had she gotten herself into?

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