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| Chishan | Sep 1 2014, 10:36 PM Post #1 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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It’s never easy to measure one’s power in time. Sure, you can notch certain levels that your immense power reaches on days on a calendar but it’s never entirely accurate. The very nature of a person’s ki is that it continuously rises, even if it’s in the smallest of bits. So even as you’re writing down your level on that dreary Tuesday afternoon, your power has already gone up a tiny bit. It’s the natural progression of life perhaps, given to the world by natural evolution progression. For a warrior, it’s a testament to their training. Seeing how far their energy can rise from intense workouts is a symbol of pride among most warriors, saiyans notwithstanding. The drives to get stronger, faster, better, receive the ability to crush one’s foes and protect one’s friends. It’s an almost beautiful picture of what modern days heroes have become. But as heroes rise, so must villains and in the current day and age there are so many willing to cast down others just to rise to their next platform. And that’s why our heroes must rise. To defeat those that would cause harm to the innocent. -------------- A cool breeze blew through the windows and carried across the room, taking the smell of morning with it. The saiyan was lying in bed, perfect white sheets covering his body as he slept soundly. His nostrils flared slightly as the wind rolled across his exposed face, the sweet scents of the clean, crisp atmosphere filling his lungs. His eyelids moved slightly as the orbs underneath broke from their REM sleep and began to pull the saiyan out of his dreamland. Finally, his calm emerald orbs opened to look at the ceiling, the fading blurriness of rest already diminishing out of the corners of his eyes. He could see streaks of sun on the stone ceiling, casting shadows over the different layers and markings. He yawned and rolled over, a small smile coming across his face. It had felt like eons since he had slept so soundly on a comfortable bed. His compartment in the Night Fury was quaint and fit for a captain, but a war captain. It had no outstanding features and its bed was run of the mill. During wartime, it didn’t bother him because frankly he didn’t find much reason to rest. Like a gerbil in its wheel, he would continuously keep moving. And even now, during peace and comfort, he found falling asleep on the vessel would cause him trouble. Hell, that’s why he had even begun his search on the Avatar’s lost relics. The thought of that caused his smile to dissipate a bit. What a wild goose chase that had been. His search had begun with the human scientist, Dr. Briefs. The man had been working on an inter-dimensional portal before the war and it was exactly that kind of device that the saiyan needed. A lot of the artifacts of the Avatars had been locked away in a realm separate from this, for safe keeping. Unfortunately the old traditions and rituals to open said doorways had been lost over thousands of years. So using a machine that could possibly tear a back door into the realms would have been helpful. Unfortunately, it had gone completely wrong and sent them in a war-torn Earth that was ruled by an android overlord. Now he was back, thank the Kais. He had gone back to Capsule Corp North in hopes that Dr. Briefs had rematerialized there. By some stroke of luck he had and he was ecstatic to see that Chishan had escaped too. After quickly filling in Monica and Apio (both had been left behind in the sudden warp) on what had happened, the Saiyan Inferno had asked the good doctor if there was any chance he could adjust the remote. “I’m afraid not.” Dr. Briefs had said, already extracting Chishan’s power chip out of the device. “This device only measures the chromotons on the closest realm to our own. That’s why it sent us to that hell-on-Earth and not to the realm you wanted to go. Whatever dimensions those beings told you about, it is far separated from this one. And I think it would take me beyond my lifetime to find it. I am truly sorry, Chishan.” And with that, he was back to square one. Well, partially. His first investigations had led him to believe that some answers may lie on Kelioux, within their renowned Academy. When the saiyan questioned Dr. Briefs about his connections with the scholars there, the human had happily informed him that he had quite a few colleagues and friends in the scholarly court. All Chishan had to do was ask and the human doctor could get him inside to some of the more carefully guarded knowledge on the world. So it wasn’t quite square one. More like the step above the ground floor. But it was better than nothing. He sighed and sat up on the bed, the covers falling down to pile on his legs. His arms reached for the ceiling and he yawned once more, feeling the last pangs of sleep finally escape him. It was finally time to wake up. He leapt from the bed and landed hard on the floor, his bare feet feeling the cool tiles bite into his skin. He ignored that and began to stretch to either side, swinging his arms around his body as he limbered up. This was a common routine of the saiyan’s, to get himself ready for the day. But today was going to be a lot more interesting than the rest. Today he was going to squeeze and entire year’s training in. He walked over to the dresser and pulled his pack from the top of it. He had ventured onto this journey before, entering the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to train. It had been a hard feat the first time given the nature of the background and the intense way the chamber could alter itself. One moment it could be ice cold, the next it could be surrounded in fire. It was a means to test one’s durability and fortitude and if one could succeed, they would come out much stronger than before. And all it cost them was a year of their life. Hell, people threw away their lives on cigarettes for less gain, why not this? He slipped on his training gear; the gravity-amplified body suit, his weighted gloves and his massive boots. As his feet came down on the floor once more, he actually felt the tiles crack underneath the combined weight. He couldn’t help but smirk a little. He could remember when this combined amount of weight would flatten him to the ground. Ah memories. He stomped out of the guest room but not before he made the bed and make sure to shut the door behind him. Mr. Popo was something of a neat freak and no doubt he would frown if the saiyan left his quarters in less than sparkling condition. His heavy footfalls echoed over the hallways walls and reverberated down the way, heralding the weighted saiyan’s approach. As he rounded the corner, he could see the door that led to Monica’s temporary room. It had been a hard debate with Apio, convincing him to stay on the Night Fury while he took Monica in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. In fact, it was closer to say it was a full-blown argument. “I’ve gone in there before! Why can’t I go in there again? We went in there with Levana just fine, there’s no reason I shouldn’t join you two!” He bellowed, pacing back and forth like a prowling lion. “I need someone I can trust on the outside in case the General’s Council calls. Believe it or not, I still have a duty to answer them and if they don’t hear anything from the ship, they get rather upset.” Chishan explained coolly. “Why couldn’t Jurok take care of that?!” Came the questioning reply. “Jurok has his own tasks he needs to tend to.” The Saiyan Inferno stepped forward and clasped his brother on the shoulders. “This is nothing personal. I honestly just need you on the outside to ensure that any news can be recorded and then brought to my attention. I need this from you because Monica is not comfortable around the other saiyans on the ship yet. And in fact, I don’t think they’re very comfortable around her either. You they trust; a fellow saiyan that fought in the Galactic War. Hell, it’s safe to say some of them look up to you. You’re my brother and my second in command.” Apio’s brow rose for a second before falling back. “What about Jurok? He’s your Commander.” Chishan nodded. “Yes, on the vessel. You’re the only blood-related family I have as of this moment, Apio. It shouldn’t surprise you to know that I consider you my partner in crime.” There was a small pocket of silence as the younger saiyan considered that. Then as he rolled his eyes and smirked a bit, he quipped. “She does need the training. For someone that has been training with a black-ops organization, she’s not that powerful.” The Amnesiac Saiyan chuckled. “Perhaps but she is stronger than her sister. And not that much farther underneath you power level wise.” Apio waved him off. “Nonsense, she’ll never get to my level. Even in a year, she’ll still be far off in the distance.” He paused before a wry grin came across his face. “You sure this isn’t just your way of keeping her to yourself for a year?” Chishan’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” “C’mon man. She looks just like Matilda. No doubt you want to spend some private time with her, for a whole year with no one else to look at. Surely she will fall to your charms…” His brother said, jabbing his elbow into his side. “What? No, that-…No!” He said, his cheeks flaming red and his arms waving innocently. “I honestly just want to train her, that’s all!” Apio snickered. “Sure, train her. That’s what they all say.” As he finished speaking he walked out to hall, still chuckling to himself. Chishan blinked. “Who’s ‘they’?!” He remembered it fondly, except for that last part. He had a hard time seeing Monica as anything else than Matilda’s younger sister. It blinded him partly to discussing how she looked with Apio and made him hesitant to project any closeness with her. Though Tilda had been gone for many months, the pain of her loss still affected both of them and he couldn’t help but feel that if he took advantage of that, it would be betraying the woman he had loved. His hand found the wooden door fairly quickly, rapping against it with three hard knocks. “Time to go, Monica. I hope you’re ready.” He waited for her response for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. One minute passed…then two. Maybe she’s still sleeping? he wondered. He could knock louder but that would just delay him even further. No, he would simply just walk inside and shake her awake. His hand grabbed the metal handle and pushed, feeling it give way rather easily… As he entered her room, so did she. But as the saiyan was coming from the hallway, Monica was coming from the bathroom. Steam billowed out from behind her as she stepped into her room fully nude, to get her towel and begin to dry off. Their eyes met almost instantly. [align=center] [/align][align=center] [/align]"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” She blurted out, her arms flying to cover her intimate parts. “I was just…” He began as he pushed all his focus onto looking in her eyes. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” She continued, practically leaping from the doorway to the bed, ducking past its form to cover herself. She quickly grabbed the pillow from the mattress and pulled back, ready to toss it in his direction. He quickly grabbed the handle and swung the door shut, hearing the feathery object crashing against the wood. He stood there; back against the door, eyes wide, breath coming in a bit ragged. Oh Kais what have I done? he asked to himself, glancing up at the ceiling. He waited for an answer (though he knew none would come) before he sighed and leaned heavier against the wooden door. Suddenly, it gave out from behind him. It was being pulled open from the other side. Arms flailing, he fell and hit the ground with a loud thud. Bewildered eyes stared up at the ceiling before the blonde’s head poked into his frame of vision, still beet-red and practically hissing steam. "Have you ever heard of knocking?!” She roared into his face. She had apparently put on her clothing rather quickly, for her black cloth shirt and pants were present in the very top of his vision. “I did knock!” He said, waving his arms a bit on the ground. “I want a whole five minutes before I decided to come in. I thought you were still sleeping!” "How many times?” She asked him. He blinked. “How many times what?” She hissed. "How many times did you knock?!” A short pause before he continued. “I mean, I knocked once before-…” Wrong answer. "ONCE?! You knock on my door once before you decide to barge in and have a gander for yourself?! Is this some kind of saiyan thing? Do you think you just have the right to march into any room you want without any regard for who might be in there?!” “No!” He yelled back, finally jumping up from the ground to face her. “I just-…It-…Well-…” He attempted to rationalize what he had done but in all honesty, it hadn’t rational at all. And he was fully aware of that. His head sank, shaking from side to side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just barge in. I just wanted to make sure you were awake and ready to go. That’s all. No…other motive attached.” He made sure to add the last part after his discussion with Apio. Her eyes narrowed but she let out an exasperated sigh, as if it was a trifle and a half to forgive him. "Whatever. Let’s get this over with.” She pushed past him, her own black bag slung over her shoulder. He waited a moment, watching after her before he decided to follow. At a safe distance. He had no doubt that she still didn’t really want to see his face, given what he had seen. Mr. Popo and Kami stood quietly next to one another near the entrance to the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. The wooden door stood in the same spot it always had, awaiting those that would take on its challenge. Monica had already parked herself in front of the guardian of Earth when Chishan came up to them, her brown eyes refusing to look at him. Just as well; he didn’t really want to cause any more trouble than he already had. ”Are you ready, my dear? This is quite the treacherous trial for any.” Kami asked, his old eyes looking to the woman. Surprisingly, she smiled softly to him and nodded. "Yes, Master Guardian. Thank you.” “I’m surprised you know about him. I expected you to react the same way you did when we ran into Varos.” Chishan remarked. She shot him a look. "Waterlogged deities are something out of legends. The namekian guardian of Earth is fact. Children are taught nowadays of his existence, though his location is never given. Keep with the times, Chishan.” The saiyan shrugged and moved forward, separating the genie and the elderly man as he brought his hand up to open the door. "Make sure to knock.” She quipped. He glanced back at her before pushing his palm against the wood, opening it inwards. There it was again; the everlasting field of white. As his boots clacked against the tiles of the entrance building, his eyes were immediately drawn (as they were the first time) to the wall of blankness that awaited them for one year. "Dear god…this is it? It’s just all white?” She questioned, in awe at the sight. ”Indeed. One of the strongest challenges to overcome in this chamber is the ability to work inside a completely blank slate. The realm itself will change in temperature but the background will remain the same. As I told Chishan upon his first visit, there are only two rules. Be sure to watch the dual hourglasses on either side; they will tell you when your time is up and when you need to exit. And the other rule is to keep your training away from the entrance building. If this door is destroyed, so are your chances of exiting the realm. I doubt you both want to spend eternity with one another in an entire dimension of white. Otherwise, train hard and think hard on the knowledge that awaits you inside. There are plenty of provisions in the common dining area and there are two separate bedrooms on either side of the building.” Kami noted that last part, shooting a wry look to the saiyan. ”There’s a common bath area so you’ll have to time your exits and entrances so as not to disturb one another.” "Too late for that…” Monica muttered to herself softly, just loud enough for Chishan to hear. He ignored it. “Thanks Kami, Mr. Popo. I guess we’ll see you in one year.” “Oh yes. We shall see you in one day.” The genie noted, chuckling softly to himself. Then the elderly namekian reached in and grabbed the handle, swiftly closing the door and locking them in. The Saiyan Inferno walked to the edge of the platform, looking down at the non-limited sheen that awaited them. He tossed his pack away from him and stretched his arms out. Monica watched the pack and then glanced back at him as he turned around, smiling. “So…ready to begin?” WC: 3019 |
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| Chishan | Sep 3 2014, 09:58 PM Post #2 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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At This Present Time, In A Galaxy Not So Far Away The South Galaxy was not a pretty sight. It had been ultimately wiped out centuries ago by an unknown force, at least unknown to the common day traveler. It was galactic equivalent to a sunken ship; barely any life, no sense of structure but plenty of treasure to be found if one was willing to look. One just might be looking for quite a bit. A deep red ship pierced through the veil of space, curling down to the planet once known as Eros. It was a terran world thousands of years ago, full of wildlife and sentient beings. Now it was a husk; rotting and broken on the edges of the South Galaxy. Its tan form twirled like a broken ballerina, circling its sun the slowest out of solar system’s worlds. In truth, it hadn’t been utterly left to desolation after the workings of the unknown assailant. While the being had slaughtered the millions of lives on the planet and left it desolate, it was not uninhabitable. A mining corporation was set up on the world, in hopes of finding rich minerals to sell into the galactic market. But something had been found, some ancient relic of a time gone by. And when the miners activated it, it had unleashed a weapon so powerful it rivaled the wrath of Heaven itself. Crops incinerated, living creatures were completely deatomized and the atmosphere had turned as black as a night sky. The natural rotation of its orbit was slowed to nearly a crawl, an unimaginable feat in such a time. Nothing left the planet and nothing came, left to its own devices for centuries. But as time wears on, so does the natural course of everything. Eventually whatever device had been activated turned itself off and the world was revealed again, this time a desolate sand world. It was labeled restricted and left to its morbid state, to spin through the galaxy as a warning to all who came. But some people don’t care about those sorts of things. And the pilot of this ship was one such man. Its wings were of a strange design; split into four S-foils that made it look like an ‘X’. Its front was sleek and narrow, meant to carry only one pilot on short trips. Near its front, two small flaps jutted out diagonally, designed to allow quick turns in combat. A small combat vessel by definition, the Kruunga Deathwing could be used to infiltrate bases without being noticed if it was equipped with a stealth field generator. But having that device installed took out the spot for the weapons so it was either stealth or combat, not both. A hefty price for some pilots. With a loud screech, the engines engaged the braking procedure as the tiny vessel continued its quick dive towards the planet’s surface. It spun in a slow circle, hanging upside down as its trajectory arc changed slightly. It continued to change its angle until it was flying perpendicular to the ground with the glass cockpit facing the ground. Suddenly, the covering popped its latches and swung open hard, despite the metal bars keeping it in place. The wind ripped hard against the pilot but he didn’t seem to care. He clicked the button holding his safety harness and, as soon as he had initialized it, the straps disintegrated as easily as sand on the wind. And he fell. Eros’ gravity was tens time Earth’s, even before the strange alteration in its system. While that level of gravitational force still existed, the air had grown dense and gaseous. The prominent elements in its air were carbon dioxide and methane, making the world unlivable by humans. So as the pilot free fell towards the surface, his body resembling a speeding bullet more than a person, one would think he would choke to death immediately. Not many alien species can survive on this planet. But alas, he had prepared for this. A metallic mask covered everything but his hair. The facial device had two black tubes near the bottom, tiny vents on the mouthpiece and smaller tubes up on the cheeks. This filtration system pumped in the natural elements on the planet and purified it into breathable air, while discharging the harmful gases out of the small vents in the back. Glowing red circles sat in the eye sockets, displaying the fast approaching ground in an eerie infrared for the man looking out. He flipped in the air, bringing his feet around to point towards the surface. Suddenly jets of flame exploded out from the bottoms of his boots, small rockets that roared as they slowed his approach. The brighter the flames, the more energy went into his thrusters. As the gritty ground started to define itself more from his approach, his descent began to slow. Moments later, when he would have splattered across the pebbles and sand, he hovered about a foot off the ground. He moved his hips slowly to keep his position and balance as he took some pressure off the button controlling his thrusters. A small silver handle stuck out from his sleeve, running a lever right up for his hand to grip and control the jets. Slowly, as he relieved his thumb from the button, he began to descend until his boots touched the ground. He sighed inside the helmet, a reverberating sound that echoed through the air chambers. His gloved hands came down and brushed his gray pants off, ridding himself of the dust particles that had settled on him as he landed. The rusty red overcoat he wore flapped quietly as he continued to clean himself off, despite the fact that more of the world’s grime would get on him. An endless and useless battle. The red lenses finally looked away from his body and up to the horizon. Scrolls of text rolled on the right side of his vision, giving him parameters of wind velocity and direction. That was all well and good but his real focus was on the tiny white marker he had placed there. The information in his mask was directly uploaded and received from his ship so anything he wanted to view on its databases could be right in front of his eyes. And he had made that marker because it was a rumored position of an artifact that could make him gloriously rich. He began walking in that direction, an eager step in the way he walked. But the more he continued, the more it seemed he was half-dancing as he moved. This fact was further proved as his arms came up and began to snap and his shoulders rolled to a rhythm. Then he started to roll his arms in front of him before one would extend to side and then snap back into the roll before the other repeated the motion. A classic seventies dance move. Inside the helmet, directly in his ears, Stevie Wonder’s 1973 hit ‘Superstition’ was pulsating and its funky clarinet and quick guitar plucks was causing the man to groove in his own right. He even went as far as to clap in front of himself as his feet moved from side to side. On the floor of a disco-tech, he would be right at home. On the surface of a dead planet…not so much. As he came over the crest of a hill, his self-employed jam began to settle down. Before him was a fortress of some kind, or rather the remnants of the ancient mining facility. Its form was barely sticking out of the dunes that had grown up over it, only tiny specks of metal that reflected the two sun’s light. The iron columns that had held the rigging together had long since rusted and worn down, resulting in the platforms falling and crashing into one another. And then, of course, nature had come across the facility and rolled over it with plenty of sandstorms and heavy winds to wear any semblance of an infrastructure. But the signs were there and if there was one thing this pilot knew, it was that the underground tunnels would still be intact. The designs of the centuries old tunnels had been state of the art, comprised of a metal so durable that it would last thousands of years. Granted that was simply a tagline used by the scientists of the time but the man had done his research. And those beams deep in the ground would surely be standing. He just needed to find a proper entrance. He practically ran down the hill to the mining site, his body beginning to groove once again. His headphones were blasting music yet again, this time KC & The Sunshine Band’s club hit ‘Get Down Tonight’. He moved a bit slower this time, even going as far as to move completely off his path. His movements had changed, transforming from hip seventies body rolls to a hip rolls and on-beat thrusts. The sight of the long-forgotten base had given him a new sense of hope and his excitement could not be shown without moving to a beat. He came upon probably the most stable piece of the station; a half-caved in, rusted doorway. Whatever door had been here was long gone (if there ever was one) and in its place was a mound of sand and dirt. He stopped dancing as he stopped in front of the arch, his glowing red eyes scanning the frame. From an outsider’s perspective, it would look like he was simply eyeing the metallic beams. But in truth, he was deep-scanning beyond it to see what lay underneath. Infrared scans pixelated the world in front of him and covered every square inch in front of him in a wiry grid. He gave him perception as well as the ability to pierce through the mound in front of him. As he glanced at it, yellow bars appeared in the top left of his vision, indicating the prominent elements beyond the grime. Lots more dirt. Lots more sand. And air pockets. As well as an unknown metal. He grinned inside his helmet. He quickly reached inside his jacket and pulled out a tiny metal disc, about the size of silver dollar. He rolled it between his index finger, his middle finger and his thumb before he tossed it into the sand like a Frisbee. It crashed into the mound and pierced the outer-most layer before finding itself stuck. A short moment of silence passed. Then another. The man cocked his head to the side, obviously confused. And he had half a mind to reach down and grab the object and shake it violently for not working like it was supposed to! But just as his body shifted, tiny red lights appeared around the edge of the device and a jet of steam erupted from its top. The hole it was stuck in suddenly caved in and the tiny metal disc disappeared inside the mound, fog still fizzling out of the hole. It took another moment but the mound began to bubble. Literally, the sand and dirt began to plop and pop like bubbles in tea. As that happened, the gases trapped inside escaped and the once proud barrier melted down into a puddle of mud and soot. He chuckled in a little sing-song, as if he were saying “Ha ha!” right at the former mound. As he passed over it, he dipped down and picked up the still steaming object, tossing it between his hands as it continued to cool down. The smell was stale inside the tunnel, as ancient as the facility itself. Even as the air was filtered through his breathing apparatus, he could taste the tinge of history. He wasn’t entirely sure he liked it… It tasted like…death. The only sound was his boots against the patted down earth, his attention brought back to a somewhat serious level. He had even taken the time to shut off his music player. He was entering a domain that hadn’t seen mortal’s eyes in centuries, maybe even farther back. He had to be serious…at least a little bit. He turned a corner, heading into the deeper and darker passages. His helmet displayed the world in front of him in full infrared so he had no fears of crawling around in the dark. He just kept on moving, turning his head to each side as he searched. He finally came out inside a large chamber. The stone here had been laser-drilled and carved away by the workers from so long ago, the deep lashes still present in the bronze soil. There were holes where metal rigging had been set up to employ gravity lifts to allow workers to maneuver at different levels. But the structures were long gone and the laser-cut holes were the only evidence of them ever existing. A hole was in the center of the chamber. It wasn’t man-made; the fraying and cracks around the edges showed that it must have been the result of a cave-in. He walked right to the edge and glanced down, staring into the deep void. Even with his vision-enhanced goggles, he couldn’t see the bottom. Time for plan ‘B’. He reached inside his duster again and pulled out another device, this time an orb shaped one. He tapped the bottom of it, pushing in the button that was located there. A moment later the device opened up a bunch of port holes on the top of it. A small rotor popped out of its head and began to spin wildly, allowing it to float in the air (evidenced by the man pulling his hand back). Two small cords popped out from its sides and bright lights exploded into view, illuminating the entirety of the room. Two small blue orbs flipped open on its ‘face’ and looked to the man. He nodded towards the hole. The device buzzed in answer and began to descend down into the hole, its tiny rotor swirling around to control its movements. It moved its arms to point down into bleak crater, already beginning to fill it with light. It looked like a library, or at least one that had been long abandoned. Incredibly most of the bookcases and tables were intact, untouched by the wear of time or weather. Even some of the books seemed to still be sitting in their places, awaiting someone to pick them up and read them yet again. Without wasting another moment, the man jumped down the hole, allowing his boot thrusters to engage to prevent a bad landing. His tiny metal explorer continued to buzz in the air, its spotlights running over every feature. Ancient drawings and murals were still faded against the stone walls, their colors worn down to barely anything. As he came down in the center of the room, the explorer looked around slowly. His facemask was scanning yet again, attempting to pick up a certain power signature…or really any kind of signature. Unfortunately for him, nothing was registering on any level. ”God damn it…” The man uttered, his voice garbled by the mask’s voice box. Every sign, every hint, had pointed to this planet and yet…nothing. Whatever device had been found and used to destroy this planet’s ability to sustain life was long gone. Either that or it was a bomb and destroyed itself afterwards. Another wild goose chase for the bounty hunter. The very thought of it gave him chills. He would surely get flak for this. The reflection of the spotlights caught his eye, apparently hitting something made of metal. His head turned slightly to look at the object, half buried in the dirt on the ground. He walked over to it slowly and reached down, grabbing it and pulling it free from its long resting home. It was some kind of book but one that he had never seen before. Its cover was made of a metal; a dense material that was also surprisingly light-weight. Strange markings had been made on its front, ancient symbols that meant nothing to the man. A strap, comprised of the same material, was locked against its front with a small black bar across the top of the lock. The pages inside were made of some type of thin, loose metal as well. Interesting, the man thought as he took hold of the strap and began to pull. Nothing. He changed his angle and pulled again. Still nothing. ”You’re one tough son of a bitch, aren’t you?” He muttered softly. He ran his fingers over the lock, checking the black tab to see if it was a button. It was not. But even through his glove, he could tell it was made of some kind of plastic or glass. Like something one would find as a cellphone screen. Perhaps…a DNA reader? Very interesting. And probably extremely valuable. He thought, a knowing smile crossing his face inside his helmet. Whatever this object was, it was just as old as the rest of the ruins. But its condition was as new as a packaged device in a store. Whoever had created this was far ahead of their times. Carefully, he knelt down on the ground and placed the device flat against the dirt. He reached inside his jacket one last time and pulled out a small piece of foil. Gently he laid it on the ground and moved the book to rest right in the center of it. He turned his right arm over and pressed his left hand fingers against the bottom of his gloves, right on his forearm. A small digital display appeared on his wrist, glowing in bold neon blue. He tapped onto the keyboard (written in some different language) and moments later, small circles appeared on his fingers. Electricity was crackling inside the tabs, to which he wagged his fingers quickly as if to check it out. He turned his arm over and then waved it over the foil and book on the ground. The synthetic material responded to the electrical currents running through the gloves and snapped up around the book, essentially gift-wrapping the ancient relic. The flimsy piece of foil buzzed slightly as it stretched to its maximum. He tapped the buttons on his wrist again and the tabs deactivated. Then he pulled out a small cap from his sleeve, a plain white disc about the size of a bottle cap. He brought it over the top of his wrist display and held it there for a moment longer until he heard a soft beep. And then he placed it directly on top of the wrapped book. It took a moment to react but… POOF! A plume of smoke engulfed the objects, swirling in a small cyclone. And then just as quickly as it had appeared, it dissipated. The book and foil were completely gone and in their place, the tab was left. But it was now as silver as the foil. The man picked it up and held it at eye-level, admiring the Neo DynoCap. Perhaps this trip wasn’t all for naught after all. WC: 3,200 SWC: 6,219 |
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| Chishan | Sep 7 2014, 12:30 AM Post #3 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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It was the Four Seasons’ ‘December 1963’ that graced the man’s ears as he moved back through the tunnels, his feet moving back and forth and his body swaying. While his true prize had been lost, the runner-up treasure he had found had brought him back in high spirits. Never before had the man seen a book made almost entirely of metal. In fact, in this day and age, books were starting to disappear as digital readers became more prominent. Why rely on one solitary novel when you could have that and hundreds more in an electronic pad? The bounty hunter understood the need for the advancement of technology. Heck, without it he couldn’t physically be on this planet. But a part of him still missed the old days; the times of simple themes and laid back virtues. That was why he filled his music databases with sounds from the old times, tunes from the nineteen seventies and beyond. It was the music his father had introduced him to when he was younger, one of the only things that had bound them together. So many things had been stranger between the father and son, but not their love of music. Even as he moved fluidly through the tunnel, his memory played the ancient cassette of his younger years. The sun blanketing the front of the car’s hood, illuminating the fire red color. He could hear the engine rumbling, tugging the vehicle along the old sandy road. He looked over to the driver’s side, seeing the gruff old man. The gray was present in his stubble among the black, showing despite the fact that he had shaved the morning. A half-burnt cigarette hung from his lips, the trail of smoke flowing up to the roof of the car. He looked stern ahead, like a man on a mission. But his head was bobbing slightly to the beat of the music, the same old song playing through the speakers. And on the edge of his lips, the barest hint of a smile. Those were the times alright. But that time was long gone. Even before he had left Earth, his father and he had fallen out. Now as far as the bounty hunter was concerned, he didn’t care to ever see him again. But his love for the music would never die. No, that was something that was ingrained in his DNA now. The sunlight stretched into the opening he had made, welcoming him back to the surface. He kept moving at his current beat, enjoying himself far more than he probably should. In fact, he should have been paying attention to his surroundings. Just as he stepped out into the world, the baton came sliding in from his left. It crashed into the side of his helmet, shaking his vision and twisting his head around. Before he had time to comprehend what had happened, another blow sank itself into his stomach and caused him to curl over. Two pairs of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him forward, his body still reeling from the attacks. His vision was still blurry when the two thugs on his sides brought him down to his knees, pulling his arms behind his back. He could see a pair of boots in front of him and he brought his head up, tracing the form up until he found another helmeted man, though his was completely transparent. That twisted grin with the cracked teeth, the scar that ran across the ridge of his nose up across his brow. The one cybernetic eye that glared down coldly at him. He knew this man. “Well I never thought I’d find your scrawny ass down here.” The new arrival said, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at the bounty hunter with a judgmental eye. “You’re sure jumping some pretty steep intergalactic laws to be down here, Quill.” The newly revealed ‘Quill’ chuckled inside his mask. “You know me, Dross. I’ll do whatever it takes to get my payday. And here I thought we were cool.” Dross nodded, though his face was plastered with sarcastic sincerity. “Oh we were, Quill. You and me were as square as a Trixolod’s nipple. But then I got to thinking…” He bent down on one knee, getting to the bounty hunter’s level. “You paid me a small fortune to divert officials from patrolling this planet. I know you are not a wealthy guy so that kind of money must have been hard to offload. You must have been putting your chips on a very valuable object. Now here’s my thought, and stick with me on this; why don’t I just follow you down and take it myself? I’ll already have your money as insurance. If you’re just leadin’ me on a wild goose chase, no harm no foul. But…”And his sick grin began to spread across his face again. “You were in there an awful long time. You must have found something to keep your interest.” The bounty hunter shrugged (not an easy feat with two thugs holding your arms in place). “Found myself wandering around corridors. Ain’t nothin’ in there but old tunnels and some rubble. Though there was a big hole at some point. I didn’t think much of it; too dark and scary for me. But you are more than welcome to saunter on in there and check it out. I won’t stop you.” Dross chuckled as did his two lackeys. “Ah Quill, you act like I don’t know you by now. I know when you’re half-assin’ the truth. How many times have I pulled you in now?” A small moment of silence passed before he answered. “Thirty eight times.” The trapper smacked his knee. “Thirty nine countin’ now. So tell me, why are you trying to piss me off? All I’m askin’ is that you show me what you found and I’ll let you get on your merry way.” “I have to give up what I found?” Dross nodded. “Sadly I’ll need it for evidence. And you know how easy evidence can be lost in transfer. It may never even reach the compound. Bugger all.” Quill sighed inside his helmet, shaking his head slightly. “Just can’t let a working man win, can you Dross?” He chuckled. “Of course I can. Just so long as that workin’ man is me.” They stared at one another for a moment, Dross’ beady little eyes looking into the red lenses of Quill’s helmet. But finally, the bounty nodded gently. “Alright. It’s in my jacket. Right side.” “Now that’s a good fellow.” The officer said, grin set as he leaned forward. He pulled the jacket to the side and reached his gloved hand into rusty duster’s inside pocket. He fumbled for a few minutes before his fingers found the foreign object. Satisfied, he began to pull it out into the open. And the little light drone came out of the pocket, clutches in the man’s grip. The sensitive machine quickly ran a diagnostic of the DNA located under the glove and recognized that it was not its master. As it came over the edge of the fabric, its spotlights exploded in bright light right into the man’s eyes. He screeched and fell backwards, releasing the little bot. The little arms darted around and directed themselves into the faces of the two thugs, eliciting yells from them too. Their grips on the bounty hunter’s hand weakened. And thus, his opening. He jerked his arms to the side, freeing himself completely from their grips. His right hand flew to the insides of his jacket and to his belt, pulling out a strange looking weapon. It was definitely some sort of gun, given that his finger quickly slid into the hair trigger but it seemed to resemble a nail gun more than any normal looking firearm. Nonetheless, it was still dangerous. As it broke past the curvature of his jacket, he brought his arm around and aimed it quickly at the man on the right’s chest. A quick pull of the trigger and a red blast of energy exploded out of the top portion of gun, crashing into his chest and sending him flying back. His arm darted underneath his left armpit and unleashed another plasma blast into the other thug, sending him sailing backwards as well. Dross was attempting to rub his eyes clear but the fact that the glass helmet was there hindered him from doing so. He suddenly felt too sharp and shocking pains to his legs as Quill unloaded two more blasts into the man’s thighs. He yelped again and glared up at the shadowy figure of the bounty hunter. “God damn it, Quill! You know how much stun blasts hurt!” “Damn right I do. Hence why I’m taking so much pleasure in your agony.” He said through the mask, glaring down at the writhing officer of intergalactic law. “I was fine with our arrangement before but I think I’m going to rescind our working relationship agreement. I think it’s best we just go back to friends…or whatever we were before. Enemies…Frienemies.” Dross hissed. “Your ‘thief with a golden heart’ routine will get the best of you someday, Quill. You had better kill me now or else I’ll hunt you down and make you suffer for this!” Quill shrugged as he holstered his weapon. “Sorry boss. I like to think that showing mercy makes me a better man than you.” He glanced down at the plasma burns on the officer’s clothing. “Well…slightly better.” He turned and began to walk away before glancing back over his shoulder to give the man one last look. “By the way, it’s Teras Prime. As an officer of the law, you should at least respect my scoundrel’s title.” And with that, he began to truly walk away from the scene. Dross kept staring at the sky for a few moments longer, his anger boiling through him like a fire. He heard the two other officers grumble and stumble to their feet, talking to one another. Then they noticed their commanding officer on the ground and hurried over to him. “You okay, Dross?” The first one asked, pulling him up to his feet. “Fine. Any sign of him?” He asked, looking around. “No. He must have jumped orbit.” The second officer said, looking at the horizon. “Now what do we do?” The first one asked again. “This.” Dross answered quickly as he reached into his holster and yanked out his piece. The first shot exploded the first man’s helmet, as well as obliterated the front and back of his head. As he was falling to the ground, Dross unloaded another shot into the second, and utterly shocked, officer’s head with the same outcome. The commander’s weapon hissed as the smoke escaped the barrel, his eyes wildly looking over the two fresh corpses at his feet. He watched as the pools of blood began to spread underneath the lifeless heads of his former comrades. Then he slowly put his weapon back into its holster, his hand shaking slightly. He brought his other hand up and touched a small black patch on his neck, connecting him to the signal of his corps. “This is Commander Dross. Officers Reint and Hui have been shot in cold blood by the intergalactic pirate known as ‘Teras Prime’. All outlying patrols converge on Eros and the surrounding planets.” “We need to hunt this cop killin’ bastard down and put him in his own grave.” WC: 1,922 TWC: 8,141 |
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| Chishan | Sep 7 2014, 09:36 PM Post #4 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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It was one thing that Chishan knew above all else. Pan was a force of nature. She had returned in his dreams as he slept, though it was more of a fleeting memory than a tangible message. It had been a paradise locked in his mind; a hope for what the world would be after the war. He was sitting on Kami’s Lookout, resting comfortably in one of his chairs as Mr. Popo poured tea into his cup. To his left was the Guardian of Earth, Kami who was enjoying a nice warm cup himself. Seated to his right was Pan, smiling and seemingly all around at ease. Rubic stood not far off of her shoulder, looking down at the scene and probably trying to rationalize it. He spoke up, making an observation. It drew a chuckle from Pan and himself and even Kami. A small, happy family that had seen hell and had risen above it. It was his dream to live that life. But that was exactly what it was; a dream. His eyes opened slowly as he rose out of his slumber, seeing the tiled ceiling above and nothing else. The picture in his mind was already dissipating as he came to realize what it had been. He let out a small sigh and rose up from his bed, bringing his feet to the ground. As he looked out into the rest of the chamber, ready to take in the bright white, he was surprised to see darkness out in the rest of the limitless room. No, the entire place was dark. He moved quickly to the edge of his ‘bedroom’ and looked up. Above him, the ceiling had changed to a night sky. The stars winked like their usual selves, blinking in the fabric of a seemingly existent cosmos. Three moons dotted the veil in a belt, each one in a crescent phase. There was that familiar tingling in his tail again. He had spent time in here before and never had the Chamber physically changed to a nighttime setting. He had forced himself to adjust to the never-ending light and mentally practiced falling asleep in it. They were only a few days away from exiting the Hyperbolic Time Chamber so it was even more surprising that the experience would change so drastically. The two hourglasses were glowing, or to be more precise the emerald sand inside the glass was glowing. As were the tiles underneath the main building, a soft white hue that reminded him of the floor lights on the Night Fury. He realized quickly that this couldn’t be the first time this had happened or else the structure wouldn’t be adapting to it. He stepped out past the pillar marking his room and onto the glowing stones, feeling soft warmth radiating off of them. The half-circle that separated the chamber’s floor and the tiled floor looked more like the ocean depths against a ship, its eerie black feeling as deep as a sea. "Glad I’m not the only one that noticed it.” The voice of his chamber-mate, Monica, caused his head to snap up across the bleak floor. She was standing directly across from him, her eyes open and focused. She was dressed in a black tank top and tan shorts, apparently her normal sleepwear given the number of times she had come to breakfast in it. “I’ve never seen this before. The chamber is supposed to remain the same in its look.” He said, glancing once more at the sky. "Something tells me it works beyond our level of rationalizing.” She said quickly, bending down to run her finger over the dark ground. Her skin trailed against the smooth surface as easily as normal. "Though its wanton to suddenly change the norm is…surprising.” “I was thinking the same thing.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest slowly. “Kami told me that the dimension that we’re in is as real is ours but reacts on a far grander scale. I think he was trying to tell me that the Hyperbolic Time Chamber itself is its own entity, capable of changing itself as easily as we change clothes. It seemed far too complicated at the time but now…well, the evidence continues to pile up.” They stood there for a moment, admiring the calm night feeling inside the chamber. The blonde haired woman slowly directed her gaze to the saiyan across the way. "Chishan, I just…I want to thank you.” His brow furrowed. “For what?” She rubbed the back of her head. "For bringing me in here. I know I can be a bit much to handle. Even in the organization, I was outspoken and fairly cocky. And I’ve got a lot of issues of my own, many of them you already know about. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from acting out. So I know I’ve pushed your buttons while we’ve been in here all while you’ve only been trying to help me. But I promise from here on out, even outside of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, I will do my best to change all of that.” She could see his smile spread even from the short distance between them. “Well, I appreciate that Monica. I have no problem believing that together we’ll see some great sights in the universe. We’ve got ourselves a grand mission and I can only imagine it will lead on some crazy adventures. At least, going by how my last trip around the universe worked.” "Do you mind if I ask you a question?” She spoke up, walking around the edge of the tiles towards him. “Go ahead. I don’t plan on going back to bed with such an interesting event as this happening.” He said, gesturing towards the darkened world around them. "What started your path? I mean…how did you come to this? From what I’ve studied, saiyans are brutal warriors that live and breathe for the fight. But you’re so relaxed about things and you find love in the normal everyday adventures. Why were you raised so differently?” The saiyan chuckled softly and scratched the side of his head. “Well, to start from the beginning, I wasn’t raised any differently from other saiyans. As far as I know, I grew up on Vegeta-sei and advanced through the army much like my brethren.” "As far as you know?” “You don’t know the whole story of how your sister died, do you? Besides that I was involved?” She paused a moment, looking away. "No…I don’t” He sighed. “I’ll paraphrase as much as I can. When I was about two years younger than I am now, I was sent on a mission with my mother to an alien planet. We were to work out a trade agreement with them in exchange for us…well, not taking it by force. The hundreds of lives we saved were better put to use doing their normal jobs, at least according to the saiyan regime. While I was there, I fell in love with a woman by the name of Dilandra. I do not know the depths to which I loved her, only that we spent many a day together. My mother eventually left the planet and left me to look over the everyday operations. But I was far more focused on my love affair.” “And that blinded me. It must have taken my defenses down. Because before we knew it, we were kidnapped by a shadowy group called the Sons of Faera. They worshipped an ancient demon god called ‘Faera’ and believed I was the key to resurrecting her…him…it.” Monica’s eyes narrowed. "Did that have anything to do with your so-called ‘Teras Kasi’ blood?” He nodded. “Though that is a longer story in of itself, you are correct. My blood and my genes were what they were after, believing my body was the perfect host for a lower demon lord of the same realm. They trapped us and prepared the ritual to transfer my soul of out my body and the demon’s soul in. But something went wrong during the ceremony and I managed to escape with Dilandra. But before we could make it off the planet, she was killed. I apparently tried to go back but the effects of the ritual started to take hold. It didn’t wipe my soul from my body but it did wipe my memory. My person that stands before you now has no memories of what I’ve told you. I had to be informed myself.” “I crashed on Damaskia and was retrained by an old namekian named Oboe. It was he that taught me the beauty of the world around me and about fighting for those that needed protection. His teachings are something I still carry on me today. But enough about that; you’re interested in the details of your sister. We were separated for quite some time before we reconnected and almost at the worst possible time. The Sons of Faera were on my tail again, attempting to complete the ritual. See, it hadn’t been completely successful but it still had a lasting effect. They had managed to plant the demon’s soul inside of me and it fought me at every turn until I learned to cage it. They did everything they could to get me defenseless; it was even they that killed Rondown the first time in a surprise attack. But eventually they found me and sent me to another dimension. There I fought against the demon that was locked inside of me and escaped to save my crew and your sister. And then we decided to take the bastards down before they could cause any more harm.” “We won against them and were preparing to go celebrate. We were in the warp stream when another ship attacked us. It was awful; the first volley tore right through the vessel and sent us on a collision course with Vegeta-sei. We were getting to the escape pods to meet the crew. Matilda was right in front of me…she looked so hopeful. Then…some thing appeared out of the air, swallowing her and everyone else up in an electric field. One second they were standing right in front of me…the next, they were gone along with the belly of the ship. I was stunned, petrified even. I might have gone down with the ship if it weren’t for Apio. But there was nothing we could do to save her…she was gone before we even knew what hit us.” A short moment of silence passed as everything Chishan had said sunk in. His voice trembled slightly as he let out a breath of air. “All I could think about for the longest time is; what if she hadn’t come searching for me? I had left her to protect her originally. But she came looking and nearly got herself killed in the first place.” Monica’s eyes were tearing up but she quickly wiped them away with her forearm. "I helped her.” His head snapped to look at her. “You what?” She sighed. "Back when she was looking for you. She had run out of options and her connections within the Earth Defense Forces weren’t giving her much room to move. She needed an outside source to locate you. So she contacted me.” “How did she find you? You’re an assassin in a shadowy organization. I imagine if you don’t want to be found, you won’t be.” She shrugged. "Matilda has ways of getting ahold of me. Secret sister stuff and so on. Anyways, she asked for my help in finding you. She needed a ship and a means of tracking down sightings of you. I could provide that.” “Sightings of me?” "You’re a fairly noticeable person, Chishan, if one is looking. And my former organization has agents across the galaxy, not just on Earth. So of course I had the means to provide her everything she needed but…I didn’t want to.” He cocked his head. “Really? Why’s that?” "Because you’re a saiyan and I didn’t trust you. Like I said, I believed all saiyans to be brutes. I thought my sister was in danger so I told her no. But she insisted. And for some reason I finally gave in. I don’t know; maybe I had faith that you truly loved her.” Her brown eyes looked up to meet his. "It sounds like you did.” He nodded, smiling softly. “I hope you don’t blame yourself for that. You couldn’t have known.” She shrugged again. "Maybe but it still sucks.” She was beginning to lose hope again, the memory of her last meeting with her sister glimmering in her eyes. He had to intervene. He crossed over to her and laid his hand on her shoulder. She looked up to him, a look of questioning painted across her face. But he smiled back down at her. “How about a little night training? It’s been quite some time since I’ve created fireworks in the sky.” Her eyes wavered for a moment, trying to understand what he was saying and what he was trying to do. When she did finally realize it, she couldn’t help but return his smile. "Alright.” " “Let’s do it!” WC: 2200 TWC: 10,341 |
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