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| Topic Started: Oct 28 2014, 06:25 PM (99 Views) | |
| Chishan | Oct 28 2014, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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The Saiyan Inferno
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The metal door separating the research lab and the hallway exploded inwards, bending as easily as one might fold a piece of cloth. It clanged against the tiled floor and slid a good distance, tiny sparks of electricity crackling off of its form. The guards standing at the end of the hall wasted little time in deciding on what to do. Fingers clenched and the hair triggers pulled back, unleashing a swarm of bullets into the smoking doorway. They didn't stop firing, the empty shells ringing as they hit the floor around them. There were no orders, no line of command in control of the group. They all simply wanted to stop the intruder that had explosively entered their base. If he was coming through this door, there was only thing he had his eyes set upon. The Dragonballs. The guns rang empty, the sound of their fingers still clicking the triggers echoing quietly in the hall. Their worried eyes glanced back and forth among one another, a spark of hope in them. Surely they had gotten the manic right? No way he would have survived all those bullets. But unfortunately he had. The smoke swirled as a breeze travelled through it. But it was not some random gust of wind; it was Chishan, his energy carrying him so fast that he blurred against the realm of reality. He swept into the hallway and reappeared in front of the group of soldiers, his aura consisting of pure lightning. He looked at them heavily, like a man does to an ant. “Ten seconds. You have ten seconds to leave before this becomes violent. Enough people have been hurt already.” He said, his voice cold and flat. His thoughts were heavily set on the girl in the next room, Pamela. How she had been taken by this corporation and turned into an android, brain-washed to fight on their side. And then to find out the worst part; that they were gathering the dragonballs to wish back Rondown and bring back the wrath of Unit Five-Thousand. No, there was no pity or compassion in the saiyan’s eyes. Apparently whoever trained these guards had put the fear of god in them for they did not run from the super saiyan’s threat, nor did they move aside to let him in. Instead, they all reached down to their belts and grabbed their batons, snapping them to their sides to uncoil them. Either they were dumb or ignorant. Chishan wasn’t about to stop and ask which one. He moved fluidly to his left as the first swing came in, ducking his head a bit to avoid the wild swipe. His right arm snaked under the man’s extended limb and wrapped over his shoulder, digging his fingers into his back. With a hard pull, he brought the man’s arm straight against his chest until he heard a loud crack in his elbow. The yelp of pain confirmed that he had, indeed, broken this guard’s arm. Satisfied, he thrust his gripping arm forward yet again, causing the blubbering man to stumble backwards into three of his comrades. His eyes snapped to the next one that rushed in, bringing the baton down in a diagonal swipe. His right arm rose to meet it, forearm hitting forearm, as he pushed the strike to the side and away from his face. As one limb fell, the other rose in a hard front punch to the bewildered man’s face. He could literally feel the bones of his skull crack under the pressure from his fist. His latest victim fell backwards, hands over his face and the baton all but forgotten. Now it was the last two, stumbling to their feet after getting out from under the first man. They shared a look, an unspoken agreement to attack at the same time. The saiyan stood stoic, his arms tucked in by his sides as he stared between the two. Just as they both yelled out, like barbarians going after the kill, the two batons that had found their ways to the ground suddenly sprung up and smashed against the faces of the men. They grunted almost unanimously as their brains jumbled about from the first strike. But it wasn’t the last; the batons swept in for four more strikes, telekinetically enforced to ensure more damage. Moments later, the last two guards slumped to the ground. Their faces were bruised heavily, the skin already beginning to blacken. The Saiyan Inferno released the hold he had on the batons, letting them clatter to the ground. He looked among the bodies on the ground, committing their faces to memory. If there was one thing Chishan learned, it was that minions such as these were expendable. The higher ups didn’t view them as anything more than pawns that could be dashed away and replaced. Surely, after their failure here, they would be relieved of their duties. And having no other skill set to work with, they would find their way to some other shady organization to do minion work there. He wanted to remember these four for next time, hoping that by reminding them of their previous encounter they would make the easier choice. His eyes moved upwards to the steel vault that stood in his way. Combination locked and secured with triple metal bars. He could see the small box in the center of door, home for the mechanism that secured the entire thing. It required two keys from what he could tell from his spot. No doubt these lowly guards wouldn’t be holding them; they were just assigned to protecting the door. The saiyan would have to track down the two officers and secure the keys one at a time. That sounded like an awful lot of work. And for the saiyan general that had torn down an entire wall with the sheer might of his mind, a complete waste of time. He extended his hands and allowed his mental abilities to stretch forth. Invisible tendrils sprouted from his mind and latched onto the polished steel, digging their spectral fingers into it. When he started pulling it was clear; his eyes narrowed and his head turned ever so slightly. The ground rumbled and the walls around the door began to crack and groan. Summoning more force, his outstretched arms began to pull back towards his body. Answering the beckon, the vault door’s right side suddenly jerked out of the wall, pulling plaster and pieces of metal out and onto the ground. With another concentrated pull, the other side freed itself in similar fashion. Dust from the wall’s destruction swirled in front of the saiyan’s eyes as he kept a solid gaze on the now floating door. He turned it in front of him, like someone turning a plate to examine for grime. Now perpendicular to the ground, he let his focus on it go and the hard object fell with a loud and ringing thud. His prize awaited him inside. But apparently there was still one barrier keeping him from claiming them. Hard thuds echoed in the tiny hallway as a figure stomped his way across the top of the vault door. As the thickest of the smog cleared, Chishan could see that it was yet another fighter. But this one was no guard. Polished gold covered most of his body, shining in the dim light that came from the ceiling bulbs. Skin covered his abdomen while a metallic chassis made up his pectorals. His left arm was completely human while his right was a mix of skin and armor. His head seemed to be a mixture as well; a hardened human face covering cybernetic enhancements underneath. He had no human eyes, replaced by shining blue lights. He stared right at the saiyan with that unfeeling gaze. “Yet another android created by this company.” Chishan stated, a soft sadness in his voice. Exactly how many people had the Handrey Industries scientific department taken and turned into these machines? His scouter quickly locked onto the new enemy and began scanning, looking for neurological activity. Surprisingly, there was no. Complete silence, like empty static on TV late at night. ”I am the ultimate android. Muscle and flesh over hardened metal bone to ensure absolute force. Heavily plated chassis to protect against harm and hyperactive sensory systems to prepare against threats. You are a saiyan and, as such, are deemed a threat. Your motive; obtain the dragonballs. I am here to squander your attempt.” The metallic man said, his voice a mix between a grinder and a synthesizer. The super saiyan smirked. “Is that a fact? So you’re all metal and skin with no humanity?” ”I have been android. I have always been android.” “Not a very smart one either,” Was the response that came from Chishan, as he was reappearing in front of the golden android. Sensors or not, there was simply no time to react to the sudden rush from the saiyan. His fist crashed into the fleshy head of the android, snapping it back and sending him soaring through the air backwards. The force from the punch swept the smoke away from his vicinity, enough to let him watch the enemy fly over the pedestal in the center of the room and into the opposing wall. And lying in the center of the plinth, carefully cradled by a sheet of red, were four dragonballs. “Interesting. I only tracked three here. But if you’re providing an extra one, I’ll happily oblige the gift.” He said, grinning as he walked into the center of the room. As he passed through the doorway, his left hand reached out and pulled the red fire alarm on the wall. A shrill siren pierced the hallway and corresponding rooms, signaling everyone to get out of the bunker. He strode right up to the glowing orange balls, looking them over. One, two, three and seven star. Not bad for a single adventure. He reached down and pulled them up, putting his arm against his chest to cradle them. He swung his pack from his back and opened it up, rolling the balls one by one inside. With his prizes carefully packed away, he swung the pack over his back yet again and looked at the android. He was lying on the floor, attempting to recalculate his attack pattern and find the energy to get back up. [/i]Pamela had more power than this guy,[/i] he concluded as he stared down at the pile of metal and flesh. Then with a wave of his hand, an orb of energy appeared on top of the pedestal. It was gold in nature, glowing as bright as the saiyan’s own aura. The thin film that covered it was transparent and inside its core was electric energy, crackling like a contained thunder storm. “This energy. I cannot calculate its existence.” The android stuttered, looking up with a questioning look. The Lightning Lord glanced back down at him. “This is a bomb. It’s a globe of my ki with a volatile mix inside of it. It’s armed with a timer, in a sense. Once the energy goes critical, it will level this bunker and the building above. Handrey Industries has created monsters, tried to use the dragonballs for selfish gain. I will send them a loud and clear message right here, right now. I’m giving you one chance; surrender and come with me or be destroyed here.” The android hissed from its mouth, releasing a small spout of steam. “Saiyan is prime target. I will destroy prime target.” The saiyan shook his head softly, as the orb began to glow brighter. “Then I am sorry. You have met your end here.” And just as the light became too unbearable to look at, he was gone. And the deafening explosion followed suit. WC: 1,972 |
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