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| Revenge of the Sponsor; Rem & Vash | |
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| Topic Started: May 26 2015, 04:33 PM (335 Views) | |
| Rem | May 26 2015, 04:33 PM Post #1 |
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| Rem | May 26 2015, 05:04 PM Post #2 |
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Rem sighed to himself as he shut off the engine of his corvette, deep in the hanger of Suicide Station. Another friend, dead... And this one hadn't even gone out in some glorious battle against injustice and evil. No, he had gotten killed in a fucking race. "What a jerk off." Rem decided. Normally, he would have taken credit for getting a friend killed, and felt super sad and went and had a drink. But fuck that. Vash had tried being a fucking hero. Fuck him. That was stupid. "Asshole." Rem muttered... Then got out of the corvette and threw his helmet into the chair hard enough for it to shatter into pieces. He walked from the ship towards the terminal door, opened it, and strode through. Immediately, he was assaulted. Assaulted by lights and cameras and voices screaming at him. "Benvek!" A hundred voices yelled. Rem, nearly to the point of attack, realized it was the media and calmed down. "Benvek, over here!" One of the reporters called. A little louder and more vehemently than the rest. "Shit..." Rem muttered, realizing he was going to have to do an interview. Play the hero, champion of the people. The little racer that could. Fine... his public awaited. "Sup?" Rem asked, nodding his chin at the man. "Do you feel like a fraud?" The reporter asked. "What? Fuck you, no." Rem shot back, then pointed at another one. "Benvek, you obviously got very lucky in this race. Do you feel any shame in the manner in which victory was HANDED to you?" The female Kanassan asked. "What? The hell?" Rem asked, thrown back in surprise. "What are you people talking about?" "What is your opinion on that Valiant Racer who died?" Anothe reporter yelled. "Obviously he was within moments of overcoming days worth of mechanic issues and repairs to claim victory against all odds. He even survived a DIRECT full frontal collision with another Corvette, and STILL came back from very far back to get within feet of victory. Do you feel like an imposter, standing here?" "Oh god damn it." Rem muttered, throwing up his hands and trying to walk through the reporters. A mounted viewscreen with subtitles on was showing Vash's crash. "One of the greatest sporting tragedies in recent memory comes with the death of this undaunted Champion of Corvettes. A young man who had never flown a Corvette before last week was thrown into a race last minute, and SOMEHOW, earned a spot in the qualifying round for the Boonta. In that round, his ship nearly fell apart..." At that point, the screen shifted to show a rather heroic looking Vash on top of his corvette, reparing the ship with a flame torch. "But he was able to repair it, and finish near the front of the pack, and qualify for the boonta." Rem rolled his eyes, but continued watching. "Then, just minutes into the Boonta, this unlucky Space Jockey took a direct hit from a tumbling oppononents vessel, and it looked to be all over with." The screen showed Vash very far behind the leader, but a sped up version of the race showed him closing that distance ridiculously fast. "Spewing fuel into space, unwilling to go down without a fight, the young Paladin of Pods closed to within meters of victory before his Corvette finally gave up the fight." The corvette shuddered on screen, the moment Rem had released it from his mental hold. Then, it veered left and right, slamming into two other corvettes. He locked up with the second... And moments later exploded as they careened into an asteroid. "Already, thousands of emails are coming in asking us for this brave pilots name. His funeral will be the largest sporting related event in DECADES. It is truly a shame that we lose a star that shined so bright, before it came into its own. Imagine the career this paragon of piloting may have had..." The image shifted then. "We take you now to an interview with the pilot who crossed the finish line first in the Boonta. A keliouxan man named Benvek." Rems shoulders tightened as suddenly, he saw his makeup covered self screaming at reporters. "Obviously, this is not the face of Asteroid Racing that we may have hoped. But, as the first place finisher, the sport will have to survive. When the cream is removed, all we are left is... well, with whatever we have left. Benvek, ladies and gentlemen. 'Champion' Asteroid Racer." "My god, fuck all this." Rem muttered. "This is BULLSHIT!" he roared, and immediately saw and heard himself repeated on the viewscreen. 774/774/774 |
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| Rem | May 26 2015, 05:15 PM Post #3 |
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It took half an hour for Rem to get through the crowds and reports. Eventually, however, he made it to Dentas apartment. Rem opened and then slammed the door behind him. He looked up to see three people. Dentas, the girl... and Vash. Rem was stunned into silence for a moment before he realized what had happened. Hell, he hadn't even felt the mental connection with Vash ever break. He should have KNOWN better. The three of them looked at Rem and broke into gales of laughter, one by one miming throwing up their hands and screaming 'THIS IS BULLSHIT!' "Oh fuck every one of you." Rem said, grabbing a wet towel on the table and setting to the task of removing his make up. He threw the wig at Vash. "Every ONE of you." Rem muttered, pissed off. He was so use to being the hero, that this was... This was unacceptable. He had no idea how to deal with it. "Did you see the other guys interview?" Vash asked. "What guy?" Rem asked. "The one who finished in second. The guy in first the entire race?" Vash had a grin on his face "Taco?" He asked, and tossed Rem a plastic wrapped bit of food. "So get this, the fucker somehow found himself a RED COAT. He is wearing my colors, and declaring to the cameras that you are a fraud and a false champion. He's sworn to defeat you in a one on one competition, in my honor." Vash chomped down on a taco. "I think I'm in love." He said, grinning. "Fuck everything." Rem muttered, then turned sideways and planted his face into the couch cushion. "At least i got the winnings." He muttered to the cushion. At least the couch wasn't judging him. -328/1002 |
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| Rem | May 26 2015, 07:55 PM Post #4 |
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Rem hadn't been 'resting his eyes' for more than a minute before there came bangs at the front door. Rem sat up on the couch and looked back to Dentas, "You expecting someone?" Dentas shook his head no, and pulled an arm blaster down from a cabinet, then onto his arm. he pulled the sleeve of his shirt down to hide it from sight. He wandered over to the door then and pulled it open a few inches. "Wh...the hell?" He asked. "Sir, will he accept the challenge?" A voice shouted then. Rem could hear the shuffling sounds of a crowd outside, and figured he knew what was going on. "Mikhos has challenged the first place finisher to a 1 on 1 exhibition match, in honor of their fallen comrade." "Mikhos is a grubbing cunt who is using the memory of a dead man to try to get a 'do over' when he wasn't good enough to win the FIRST time." Dentas shot back. "The champ, the REAL CHAMPION, is resting. I'll ask if he'll deign to come down from on high to consort with losers like Mikhos when he awakens. Good day, sir." Dentas finished. "Sir, what is your..." one of the reporters tried to ask. "I SAID GOOD DAY, SIR!" Dentas shouted, and slammed the door into their faces. "Hah." Vash laughed, "Well, now you're pretty much obligated to race again." He said. "What? Why?" Rem asked, noticing the taco beside him and picking it up and unwrapping it. "Dentas just talked sooo much shit. If you don't back it up, you'll get no respect." Vash said. "Is uh.... there gonna be more prize money?" Rem asked. No one here really knew wo he was. He could dodge out of town without the make up on and laugh his ass all the way to the bank as far as respect and Mikhos was concerned. "Dude, sooo much money." Vash responded. "It's going to get retarded up in here over the money. Even if you LOSE, you'll bring home some nasty cash." Rem shrugged then and looked towards Dentas. "Tell me adoring fans I'll race again." Dentas gave a wily grin, and threw the door wide. "The champ said he'll raise that bitch, Mikhos. Two weeks from tomorrow. No interviews, get the hell off my lawn!" he finished, and slammed the door shut once again. "Two wee.." Rem began to ask why that specific time period, but was caught off by the last part. "Your LAWN?" Rem asked. Dentas shrugged, "You brought the fuckers here, I can troll em if I want. But as to your other question. You've got cash now, right?" Dentas asked, then continued once the Namekian nodded yes. "Well, yer going to take some of that, and you're going to buy some upgrades to that corvette. You must have noticed it wasn't really in the same tier as those other guys. So, yeah. Two weeks for your repairs and some training should do it." Dentas finished. "You might have the reflexes of a powerful warrior who sees time faster than the rest of us, but you don't have the muscle memory aptitude of someone whos been dodging asteroids their entire lives, and doing so in a way to maximize speed while minimizing weight imbalance, thruster wakes, and all kinds of shit." "Right..." Rem remarked. 666//1668//1668 |
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| Rem | May 26 2015, 08:17 PM Post #5 |
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---1 week later--- "Oh now this is just getting ridiculous." Rem said as he watched the viewscreen in Dentas room. A few feet away, Vash reached out and grabbed two tissues from a box of them, then dabbed gingerly at the corners of his eyes. "It's beautiful, man. Fucking beautiful." Rem rolled his eyes as he watched the event continue. On screen, dozens of corvette racers from various regions and racing circuits had come to Cauldron for this event. They were out there, now, making 7 slow circuits around a solitary asteroid. That asteroid had been moved into a stable rotation near Suicide Station so it would be easily seen. The worst part was what was on the asteroid. Minutes ago had been the unveiling of a massive statue. It had a solid steel base plate, and rising from it was a bronze corvette. On that corvette was a dashing figure, one hand holding onto the cockpit hatch, the other holding a flaming welding torch. The base plate read 'The Unknown Racer', and was dedicated to him and all the others who had died in the long history of this sport. Rem got up and toolk a few steps before suddenly disappearing from the room. He reappeared a few thousand miles away. Jen turned, appearently sensing his arrival. A smile lit up her face and she rushed over and threw herself into his arms. They simply stood for a few minutes, holding onto one another. Then, they released one another and stepped apart. Rem was glad to see she was looking a hell of a lot better than she had a few weeks ago when he had first seen her, after her imprisonment. She had put on a little weight, and the new clothes didn't make her look homeless anymore. It would be a while before she was back up to full, but this was a good start. Rem had spent a chunk of his winnings buying enough GOOD and healthy foods for the Nameks to start getting back into shape. Some clothes as well. "Whats the news?" She asked. "Not really changed," Rem replied. "They got me out practicing on the corvette a few hours a day. A week til the big race. Right now theyre dedicating a statue to Vash." Rem said with a sour tone in his voice. "Oh lighten up. From even your warped perspective, from what youve told me, it is pretty funny. I want to hear the story from someone who actully finds it funny." She said, and poked him in the ribs. "Yeah, yeah..." Rem said, "Anyway... with everyone driving about the asteroid belt for the ceremony, I'm done training today. Figure'd I'd just stop by here and see what was up. Maybe hang out." Rem cursed himself, but even he heard the hopeful question in his voice. He was trying to play it cool, damn it. "Oh, yeah?" Jen asked, a brow raising. "And exactly what parts did you want... hanging out?" She asked. Rem couldn't help a grin. At least she was game... 611/2279//2279 |
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| Rem | May 27 2015, 12:35 AM Post #6 |
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--- Another Week Later--- The day of the Race: Rem had gotten into a pattern the last few weeks. He'd spend a few hours training how to be a master pilot, and then spend the night with Jen. In the mean time, him and Vash would train or hang out, or do whatever. It wasn't a bad time. It sure beat the hell out of the previous five months, that was for sure. Rem had kept out of the way of the media that entire time. They had gotten near ravenous in their attempts to interview him, as Benvek. Luckily, instant transmission was a hell of a technique and he'd managed to avoid them. The general consensus among them, however, was that he was a pretender. That he had been lucky, and that was it. Rem figured they were underestimating the power of luck, but whatever. It wasn't really his own reputation that was going to suffer. He was determined to make Benvek into a damned Asteroid Racing Hero around here before he left, though. And the race today was exactly how he planned to do so. Him and Mikhos met in a briefing room an hour before the race. There, they had their pictures taken thousands of time, and were read the rules. The rules basically boiled down to 'there are none, win at all costs'. Rem refused to answer any questions posed at him, and issued a single statement. "I'm going to leave it all on the course out there. Either I'll win and you all can eat crow, or i'll lose and you'll be vindicated. Either way, thanks to the death of that 'Unknown Racer'," rem said, doing air quotes, "I have been guaranteed even MORE money than I won in the Boonta Eve. So kiss my ass. And thanks for all the fish." Rem winked at the room full of cameras and journalists then, turned, and walked out. Behind him, they were stunned at his frankness for a few moments, then erupted into an angry bag of cats. "Hah." Dentas said, clapping Rem on the shoulder. "That'll get their panties in a bunch. Good show. You play a half decent heel at times." "Play?" Rem asked, giving a straight face as he looked at his friend, before breaking into a grin. "Yeah. Let's see if they try to get an interview after the race this time." Rem met Vash near the corvette where it waited. He was with the mechanics, doing last minute work to make sure it was as aerodynamic as possible. "She's tight, bro." He paused for a second, "The ships okay too." They had a laugh, and Rem moved to the cockpit, picking up the helmet. "Well, this is it. I'm not sure why I'm nervous. The difference in cash for winning and losing isn't even that big, thanks to all the media attention. They were willing to pay just about anything to get my ass onto the track and see me lose." Rem shrugged, "Jokes on them I guess." He put the helmet on and stepped onto the wing of the corvette before shunting down into the pilots seat. "Just remember all the little details and lessons." Dentas remarked, then backed away from the corvette so Rem could begin start up procedures. "I'd like to wish you luck," Vash began. "But the other guy is racing in my honor, so I sorta have to..." "Shut the fuck up." Rem said with a chortle, and slammed the cockpit hatch shut. The vessel roared to life a moment later, and soon it was slowly inching out of its berth and towards the starting line on the dock. Rem could see that Mikhos and his newly red painted ship were already there, and rolled his eyes. He pulled it to a stop at the starting line, got the okay from the judge that its position was on the line, then looked across to Mikhos in the ship beside him. The two nodded at one another, then both went to work verifying final pre race procedures. "Well, here we go..." Rem sighed out in a breathy voice. -809//3088/3088 |
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| Rem | May 27 2015, 01:49 AM Post #7 |
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Then the race began. Rem's eyes didnt blink during the last seconds of the count down, as he awaited the start. Getting a good jump off the line was vital to a good race. The light turned green and he shout out of the dock like a bat out of hell. Rem could still see, out of the corner of his eye, that Mikhos was staying with him. They were side by side as they exited the dock, and continued on. Rem shifted with the newly won experience of a trained racer, and the speed of someone as capable as him. Somehow, however, Mikhos stayed right with him. The two sped past the first few kilometers, then entered the asteroid belt. Side by side they approached a massive one. Neither was willing to give ground and fall into place behind the other. Finally, they split apart. Rem went high and to the left side, Mikhos went low and right. They shot around the large rock at opposite ends, then swerved back onto the main track. Rem cursed as he realized he was half a length behind now, apparently the path he had taken was longer than his foes. He shifted again, slammed the acceleration down, flipped closed one of his heat dispensers. Overheating the vessel was dangerous, but he only needed to do so for a few seconds. The less drag for those moments might be enough to... Sure enough, within a few seconds he was back beside his opponent. That was a trick Rem hadn't known two weeks ago. He opened the dispenser, and steam roiled from the back of his ship for a moment. Even just that short amount of time had been dangerous. He couldn't do that too much, or else he'd melt a hose or fry something else. Mikhos actually turned his head and looked surprised as Rem caught back up to him. His face descended into seriousness, however, an instant later and he refocused on the track. Rem couldn't help but grin. The fucker really hadn't expected Rem to be giving him this much of a challenge. Good. Far in the distance, Rem caught sight of a flash of Red, and then a small yellow ball of what appeared to be a small explosion in space that soon faded away. Making a sharp curve around another asteroid, he saw another flash of red, then yellow. "The hell...?" Rem asked no one in particular, but it was caught up by his radio. "Whats wrong?" Dentas called back. "Nothing I'm just seeing something weird on the track... Almost looks like explosions in the distance. Someone mining out here today or something?" He asked. "No... But, Rem... We're getting some weird noises about the feed going down further into the race. Theyre trying to move the camera probe bots around to cover it, but apparently three have already gone down." Rem frowned, not liking what his mind was leading him to think. "I'm going to try to keep an eye out, but this fucker is all over me." Rem shot back, dodging around an asteroid as Mikhos tried to ram him into it. The two were still equal matched. Neither was able to get an advantage for long. It was truly a nail biter race so far. A moment later a flash of debris shot by, and Rem realized it could be the remnants of a probe camera bot. "I think I just saw a destroyed bot." Rem said. "This is getting weird..." Rems eyes widened then as he emerged from the shadow of a massive asteroid, and came nearly face to face with a HUGE Saiyan war ship. The vessel was looking right at him. He swung his stick to the left again, noticing that Mikhos went right. Rems eyes caught sight of the ki cannons swinging to aim on him, with nothing move on Mikhos. "Shit, there is a Saiyan warship out here. They're trying to take me down!" Rem shouted. Blasts of energy streaked and perforated the air behind Rem. Massive wakes suddenly erupted and buffeted his ship as missiles exploded. Rem kept maneuvering, changing direction, and doing whatever he had to do to try to keep out of its range. "FUCK!" he shouted, as the lights stuttered for a moment before full power was returned. He accelerated then, heading right towards the ship. He couldn't dodge it, he had to go straight through. If he could get under and past it, then it wouldn't be able to bring its guns to bear. If he tried to go around, it could just track him by sight and unload, slowly tearing him to bits. He had to risk a direct run. Besides, the distance that dodging ti would take him out of the races path would essentially guarantee that Mikhos would win. He could NOT allow that! -957//4045/4045 |
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| Rem | May 27 2015, 02:15 AM Post #8 |
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Rem felt his sphincter involuntarily tighten up as he zoomed straight at the massive ship ahead of him. The ki cannons and missile batteries rotated, keeping him centered in their crosshairs. At any moment there would be a bright fucking light, and he would be blown out of the sky, he knew it. "Shit shit shit FUUUUUUUCK!" Rem shouted, slamming the corvette into a higher gear and giving the accelerator everything he had in an attempt to outrun death. He got closer and closer, and expected... Anything to happen. Then, he flashed beneath the belly of the beast and was past it, breathing a sigh of relief. A voice came over his radio then. It was Vash. "Yer clear buddy, go win." His voice was unexpectedly clear, for as far away as he was back at Suicide Station. Rem then realized that Vash must have teleported ONTO the warship. "Thanks." Rem breathed out, then caught sight of Mikhos as he took a tight curve around an asteroid and disappeared from sight. "No Chance." Rem muttered, shifting once more and shooting forward. Moments later he was coming around the asteroid, and saw far in the distance the lights of the finish line. Damn, this was going to be too fucking close! He put everything he had into going faster, nothing but a straight away left before him and Mikhos now. Sweat was already dripping down rems brow, and he knew it wasnt all from the nervous game of chicken he'd just played with the war ship. The ship was warming up. He was abusing the hell out of it, and knew it was going to need some repairs after this showing. "This is a bad idea..." Rem said aloud, looking down at the flip tabs for his heat dispersers. He was about 20 lengths behind Mikhos, but the other racer seemed to have spotted him on radar, and had sped up. He was keeping Rem at bay for the time being. Considering there was no time left, it would be a good strategy... "No choice." Rem decided, and with one hand reached out and slammed all 4 of the heat disperser flaps closed. Immediately he was blasted with a gush of hot air returning from the back of the ship. Too hot too damned hot... He accelerated now, pushing everything he had into the little ship. The heat increased at a phenomenal race. His eyes tracked to a display that showed internal temps. It was already up to 120 degrees. Even before he looked away it ticked up to 145. "Shit." Rem said, mouth drying out and body beginning to feel strange. 20 miles to the finish line. He had pulled up to 10 lengths behind Mikhos now. 15 miles, and he was at 7 lengths. "Too hot..." Rem muttered, eyes beginning to grow tunnel visioned and hands sweating so much they slipped off the steering wheel. He saw that the internal temps were at 180 now. 10 miles left, and he closed to 3 lengths. 212 Internal temperature. 5 miles... 4.... Rem passed out for a second when the internal temperature hit 240 degrees. The sound and sudden acrid smell as one of the rubber hoses melted away woke him with a shock. He looked around and saw... No one. Then, he tried to slam on the breaks as the dock was RIGHT in front of him. His landing gear was too low and clipped the bottom edge. He half flipped, rolled... And skidded to a halt inside the hanger. Dentas was there in a second, yelling in pain as he hit the hatch release for the cockpit and burning his hands. Rem fell out of the corvette, unconscious, large portions of his pilots suit melted onto his body. He looked dead. 712//4757//4757 (5750 required) |
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| Vash | May 27 2015, 02:35 PM Post #9 |
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---At some point during the big race--- Rem was in trouble. WIth all of the media coverage of the match against the man who came out of retirement just to get a crack at the newest champion, Vash ahd a birds eye view of the entire race. Rem had been holding his own, much to the demon's own surprise but... "I knew I had a bad feeling about this shit," Vash confided towards Dentas. The two had been sitting in Rem's apartment watching the whole race on the holoscreen. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dentas asked in return. "You don't feel that?" Vash asked, somewhat rhetorically. Rem and his little pets... It was good to have company, but none of them could come close to the warrior comradery Vash provided. It was a shame too. "Just watch the damn screen. I'm gonna get ready." Vash stood up from the table and went to grab a few supplies, strapping them into any pockets he could fit them into. Grenades, knives, anything that he knew he could use in a fight. "Jesus Christ..." Vash could hear Dentas curse from the other room. "There's a goddamn warship on the track!" "Yeah... I know..." Vash emerged from the room in his battle gear. "How did you ---" Dentas had started to say before Vash abrubtly cut him off. "I've sensed something was off all goddamn morning, and now..." Vash was getting pissed. "They're firing! Rem's only in a cruiser! He's a sitting duck!" Dentas was hysterical. Vash walked over with supreme confidence and slapped him across the face, hard. "Fucking aye Dentas! Get a hold of your self! I'm on this shit!" Vash spit a wad of saliva into the sink and placed two fingers to his forehead. "I've already blown up one of these cock suckers this month. Might as well make it two." Before Dentas could get another word in edge wise, Vash was gone. Using the sights from the holoscreen as reference, Vash was able to use instant transmission to place himself aboard the warship. He thought about calling upon Aku's strength once again and blowing the fucker out of space from the outside, but relying on the minotaur was a slippery slope, one that he didn't want to test on a regular basis. No, this particular situation could have been dealt with stealth and cunning. His teleportation brought him into some kind of storage area. There were lockers arranged against the side of the wall. Must have been where the scum bags prepared for war. He could hear mumbling around the corner. Two of them, getting ready. Vash could hear them talking about Rem and how this entire ambush thing was a plan set up by a name he didn't recognize. Vash furrowed his brow as the anger rose. That damn anger... he couldn't control much of anything. "Hey, assholes," Vash threatened as he turned the corner. "That's my friend you're talking about." They went for their weapons, but Vash pinned their arms at their sides with telepathy. It wouldn't hold for long, but it would do for a quick second. Just long enough for him to leap forward and crack their skulls together, allowing their limp bodies to slink to the floor. Vash quickly undressed one of them and put their uniform on, before locking them in the locker room. At least he could pass through the facility unnoticed. If he could only control his temper, that was. Thoughts began to float through his head about what his next step should be. He really didn't think any of this through. He saw Rem was in trouble and just came a runnin. Dammit Vash, he cursed at himself. He needed a plan. But there just wasn't any time. He had to hurry, as quickly as he possibly could. The main reactor was the best bet. Shut it down, blow it up, whatever. All he had to do is take it out, and the firing would stop. Vash peered around the corner. This was a relatively new facility. Freshly constructed. This here might actually be it's maiden voyage. Hell, there was actually painted lines on the floor and walls that helped give directions on where to go, just like in a hospital. Vash smirked. These guys, I tell ya... He found the line labeled maintanance and followed it. Through hallways, a couple of stair ways, passed countless members of the opposition. And he was right. This operation was so brand new that most of the crew didn't even know each other. Hell, they could have mostly been made up of rookies. This was their big shot, taking down a champion racer for a big pay day... Too bad they wouldn't get to see it through. Eventually, he had snuck around enough that he could begin to hear the soft purr of the main reactor churning. All the technology in the universe and they still couldn't build a quiet reactor. It was a damned shame. Vash held his wrist band up to a panel on the wall. The disguise had a built in pass code. Everything was going too easily. The door opened and he ventured inside. The control panel... "Holy shit!" He cursed out loud. This may have been the single most complicated thing he had ever seen in his life. Except for that time one of the Arlian princesses' had come on to him... But that was something else entirely. Vash began to randomly press buttons, but nothing seemed to happen. Try as he might, there was little he could do to shut this thing down. "I prefer things this way," he said with a smile before setting an array of grenades around the main reactor core. "Just a couple more... and... there!" He said, delighted with his work. Now there was one thing left to do. Vash reappeared back in Rem's apartment, and Dentas stood staring at the screen blankly. "Well, what's wrong now? You gotta check this--" "Vash..." Dentas said, slowly turning to meet Vash's gaze. "It's... it's Rem... he's... gone..." wc 1,015//5792 |
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