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| Return of the Death Ship; Vash and Rem | |
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| Topic Started: May 27 2015, 02:46 PM (361 Views) | |
| Vash | May 27 2015, 02:46 PM Post #1 |
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Title: Return of the Death Ship Location: Ruins of Cauldron Difficulty: Very Hard Description: You are now the undisputed champion Asteroid Racer in the entire Cauldron System. That isn't necessarily a good thing. Borus Venci, a racer who has long been banned from official competitions (and suspected of being a Star Wolf Pirate) has challenged you to the match to end all matches. His ship, which has become known as the Death Ship, has been responsible for the deaths of over 50 other asteroid racers. Your supporters are telling you not to accept the challenge, but you are the champion! How can you not! This race won't be a typical once or even three times around the track race either. You will be racing to the edge of the solar system and back, an estimated 72 hour race. There is a rest station at the edge of the galaxy where you can take a break, empty your piss bag, and refill your fuel tanks. Good luck, and don't die! Reward: +1,500 zeni, +14 DP, +4 SP, +145 all stats, +14 Rp Credits Bonus: Siberius' Favor One-time coupon good for a 50% discount on a Jump Drive. Requirement: Revenge of the Sponsor quest complete. |
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| Vash | May 27 2015, 09:09 PM Post #2 |
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Vash had arrived back inside Rems apartment, just in time to witness his own handiwork aboard the warship and kind of show off to Dentas at the same time. Rems underling had already been watching the race feed when Vash materialized in the dingy hole in the wall. The demon was smiling from ear to ear, proud of the time bomb he had set up inside of the war ship, and was a tad bit eager to show off the fruits of his labor. "Hey Dentas!" Vash exclaimed, making his presence back inside the shitty little apartment safe and sound known to Rems friend. "Hope you got the popcorn ready, I did something preeeeetty cool!" The look on Dentas' face as he turned to greet the demon kind of sucked all of the joy out of the atmosphere. It looked like someone just killed his dog. "Vash..." Dentas groaned with melancholy in his voice. "What's wrong? Did I miss something?" Vash was puzzled. "Well, spit it out!" "It's Rem, he's..." There was a certain uneasy hesitancy in Dentas' pitch. Almost like he was afraid of Vash's reaction. And, admittedly, Vash kind of enjoyed that level of fear. "What you babbling fuck, Rem is what?!?" Vash demanded, his patience growing increasingly thin by the second. "He's gone, dammit!" Dentas snapped back in retort. Vash furrowed his brow, digesting the information he was Just given. "Gone? What do you mean... Gone?" The demon demanded to know more. "Rem finished the race... Crashed into the docking bay... I think he's..." Dentas was stammering. Vash could see the tears welling up in his eyes. But, Vash was skeptical. There just was no way Rem could have died. Not like that. Not in some stupid car accident. Not because of this stupid fucking race. Vash slammed his fist on the table, hard, causing the dirty plates and glasses that littered the table top to jump and clatter around. A snarl creeped across the demons visage. "No... There's no fucking way! It's just impossible!" He cried out. "Wait here, dental dam, I'm gonna go check it out. See this shit for myself." With that, Vash placed two fingers into his forehead and vanished, heading for the finish line of the race. 375 |
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| Vash | May 27 2015, 10:46 PM Post #3 |
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The demon materialized at the scene of the accident, right at the docking bay of the course. Ambulance and fire engine sirens sang out as the emergency medical techs and fire crew worked to rescue the Namekian from the wreckage of his ship, which now lay in a burning pile of ruin. Vash almost couldn't believe his eyes, if he weren't there to see it for himself. "Goddammit Rem..." He cursed under his breath. "You can't die... Not like this..." Vash ran towards the destruction, but was stopped by a man in a emergency response uniform. "Sir, you have to get back!" He commanded as he placed a palm flat against Vash's chest. Under a more normal set of circumstances, the halting gesture would have been enough to set The demon off. He could have easily snapped this feeble being in half with just a few fingers if he wished for stopping him like that. But this, this was different. "Let me through!" Vash demanded, shooting bullets through the EMTs face with his eyes, not literally, although he easily could have done so. "That's my friend in there!" "Sir, there's nothing you can do, please... Let us do our jobs!" The would be rescuer tried to reason. Although the bastard did have a point, this was their job, it's what they were trained to do, Vash felt like he could have done it better. But, against his better judgement, he held off and let the group of trained rescue professionals attempt to save his friend. Vash felt so helpless... A feeling that was completely foreign to him. All of his life he relied on his strength and perseverance to see him through any and every ordeal that crossed his path. But here, there wasn't much he could do. Vash eased his tension and relaxed, calmly lifting the EMTs palm from his chest and took a step back. "You better see to it you do your fucking job," he warned. "Or it'll be the last thing you ever do." Suddenly, there was commotion around the wreckage. People were running away from the scene of the accident. "Watch out!" He could hear someone yell out. "She's gonna blow!" Vash stood on the tips of his toes, trying to see if he could see Rem. For a brief instant, he thought he could see the top of Rems head, with someone pulling him from the wreckage. "REEEEEEMMMMMMMM!!!" Vash called out, stretching an arm outward fruitlessly as the entire area was blinded by an explosion from the race vehicle. 425//800 |
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| Vash | May 28 2015, 12:53 AM Post #4 |
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---3 days pain stakingly long ass days later--- Vash sat in a hospital room chair in the corner, bent over with his palms holding his head upright, elbows planted on his knees. Dentas was there too, in a chair opposite him. The only thing breaking the silence was the intermittent beeps of the heart monitor Hooked up to the one thing the two relative strangers had in common. Rem. The pride of the Namekian race was in a coma, Lying helpless in a goddamn hospital bed hooked up to an iv and a respirator like some kind of vegetable. It just wasn't fair, to see his best friend in that kind of condition and absolutely nothin he could do to help him. Vash had tried everything he had known to wake Rem from his perpetual sleep state, healing techniques, he even crushed up a senzu bean and fed it through the IV tube; direct senzu magic into the blood stream. But alas, nothing seemed to work. Vash recounted the events that led up to these moments maybe a thousand times in the last three days. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, he certainly hadn't slept in three entire nights, not with the weight of the future hanging in the balance. For everything the two had been through since their thrilling, and often times exceedingly violent, reunion, Vash had yet to get the answers out of Rem that he needed so badly. Answers to questions that haunted him in the night like a bad dream. Where did he disappear to when Vash needed him the most? Why he had his himself on Cauldron in the first place? And why the hell had his memory been wiped? Sure, slowly but surely he was piecing the mysterious puzzle together on his own. But, it wasn't enough. When Vash awoke in that hospital bed of his own, with no memories, no sense of who he truly was, his entire personality had to be rebuilt from scratch, just like a computer being formatted. But of course, with nothing to go by as a guide, his demon instincts had taken over completely, resulting in the totally destructive, reckless, festering with hate creature that now lay by Rems side as he was in the same predicament Vash once was. Only this time, Vash wasn't going to abandon Rem. The memory of Rems accident played through Vash's mind like a recording. No. It was like he was living it all over again. There he was, he transported himself to the scene of the accident. Rem had smashed his vehicle into the docking bay, coming in much too fast, uncontrollable after he crossed the finish line. Vash had tried as hard as he could to get to the wreckage, to pull Rem to safety personally, but the emergency response team wouldn't allow him to get any where near the situation. I should have forced my way through... I should have done more... The thoughts of doubt circled around Vash's mind like a turd being flushed down a toilet. And when the explosion happened... Vash could only have feared the worst. Hell, rem probably died several times in the ride to the intensive care unit, only to be revived over and over. Vash could feel Rems life forcing blinking on and off like the light from a lighthouse at a distance. And now he was here. Anxiously awaiting his friends recovery, feeling absolutely helpless. "I'm going to go get some coffee, you want some?" Dentas had offered, providing a faint friendly, and quite tired, smile. Vash didn't say anything, but nodded. The caffeine would do him some good. "Ya know, you should probably just get some rest," Dentas reconfigured his approach. "The doctors said there's no telling when he'll wake up, or even if he---" "You'll be wise not to finish that sentence, dental dam," Vash spoke as he pulled his head out of his hands and glared at him. As pissed off as he was, he had to admit, Dentas was right. There really was nothing he could do but sit and wait. And hope. That's all he could really do at this point. Hope. As soon as Dentas left the room, Vash rose to his feet and strolled over to Rems bedside. The beeping from the heart monitor was the only sound in the room. "You selfish asshole..." Vash shook his head as he looked down at Rem, all kinds of wires and tubes sticking out of him. "I didn't go through all the trouble of trackin you down just to have you die on me. DONT BE SUCH A PRICK!" The demon yelled out as his balled up fist came down hard onto Rems chest. 791/1591 |
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| Vash | May 28 2015, 02:01 AM Post #5 |
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Just as soon as Vash's clenched fist connected with Rems chest, he heard the familiar sound of the automated door swoosh open. "Look Dentas, I don't want any goddamn coffee, just leave me alone," he snapped, not even bothering to turn around and face. "Excuse me," a most unfamiliar voice called out. "I'm quite certain that I don't know what a Dentas is?" The phantom voice inquired in a strange and foreign accent. Vash snapped around to see who it was. It was an ippenite, or so Vash had figured. He was short statured and there was something about his beedy, shifty little eyes Vash didn't like right from the get go. "And who the hell are you?" Vash demanded in an irritated and aggressive tone. "Pardon me, I didn't mean to be so rude," the ippenite cleared his throat. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Borus Venci. I had come seeking a word with the grand champion here, but that appears impossible at the moment as he seems quite incapacitated." Vash really didn't like the way this asshole talked. "You gotta wait your turn, douche bag," Vash snarled in retort. "I got first dibs. And judging by the way you talk, I doubt he would want to talk to you anyway." The demon turned his nose up dismissively at the new arrival. "You are quite the feisty one, aren't you? I like that. Well, that truly is a shame," Borus responded, sounding a bit disappointed at the news. "I had some what of a proposition to offer." Vash interest had perked up. "Anything you have to say to him you'll have to run by me first," the demon growled. "Fancy yourself a bodyguard of sorts?" Borus asked. "I don't know what you mean by fancy, but I ain't his bodyguard," Vash snapped back. "His Lover, then?" A smile stretched across Borus' ugly mug. Vash's fists tightened instinctively. "You have about 15 seconds to make your point before I rip your tongue out through your asshole, pal," the demon threatened. A threat wasn't the right word, that was more of a promise. Borus let out a laugh. Apparently, he wasn't getting the point. "Right then, well, I'm somewhat of a racing eccentric, you see. I'd love to pit my own skill against the champion here. I've been following his exploits for some time now and have the utmost respect for him. Of course, not in his current condition." "I'm sorry to disappoint you," Vash said, taking a few steps closer to the intruder. "But I think he's run his last race. Now, you can be on your way. Get the fuck out of here." He had had it with this guy, his patience completely worn out. "Oh, that is truly a shame," Borus shook his head. "I was willing to really make it worth his while." The ippenite produced a small purse filled to the brim with Zeni. Vash's eyes lit up with dollar signs. Almost cartoony enough, he could hear the sound of a cash register ringing in his head. "Tell ya what," Borus continued, placing his man purse back into his jacket, before producing a small business card and offering it over to Vash. "When he awakes, pass along the information, and have him get in touch with me." Vash grit his teeth and held his tongue. That amount of cash would be too hard to pass up. It would probably be enough for Rem to accomplish his goal of securing a ship to get everyone of the Namekian survivors off of this god awful place. And that was something Vash looked forward to above all else. He was growing tired of this shit hole. It only brought destruction and despair upon the both of them. He snatched the card from Borus' grubby little paws and nodded his hand in understanding. "Well then, I must be going," Borus concluded as he turned to leave the hospital room. "Until next time." And just as mysteriously as he had shown up, he was gone. Moments later, Dentas re entered the room holding two cups of coffee. "Sorry, they were out of cream, you'll have to take it black," he commented, handing the steaming cup of caffeine over. "Who was that guy?" Vash took a refreshing sip off of his beverage. "Nobody, Dentas," he responded with a new fire in his eyes. "He had the wrong room." Wc 738/2329 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 03:02 PM Post #6 |
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"Are you saying Benvek cheated, then?" Were the first words Rem could recall hearing. "Not at all. Having manual heat dispersal vents is a legal modification by current racing standards." Another voice responded, a familiar voice. "I'm simply stating that the situation at hand, with our current champion at deaths door itself, perhaps it is time for the racing commission to look into its rules and see if they might try changing a few. Make the sport safer." "Mikhos, isn't that why people are such voracious fans of the asteroid races? The danger, the possibility of crashes. Are you suggesting some sort of Universal Corvette design? And allow the racers to vie based on their personal skill, and not whether or not they could afford the latest and greatest designs and mods?" Asked the news anchor. "Look, I've announced my retirement. My time is done. In the last 2 races, i've seen 3 deaths and 1 near fatal crash by the champion. Perhaps it is simply an old man's caution, but as a Racer I would have railed and hated the changes, publically. But anything that made it safer, that might have ensured that I came home to my families would have been a worthy change to the sport. The fans will adapt. It's not like forcing everyone to race in safer corvettes is going to make them less exciting. Hell, i'd say the opposite is true. Racers you've never heard of, whose sponsors aren't wealthy enough to buy top of the line equipment will suddenly emerge as contendors. I'd say a universal car would bring MORE fans to the sport." Rem's eyes fluttered, and opened. On the wall across from his a viewscreen was showing the inside of a newsroom with two blurry figures seated on comfortable chairs. "There you have it ladies and gentlemen. Mikhos, retired asteroid racer. Believes that safer corvettes are the future of the sport. Stay tuned for the space bowling championships next! This is Angelo Martinez with Sportalk. Signing off." "I refuse to watch Space Bowling." Rem tried to say casually, but it ended up being more of a chore as he had to stop multiple times to breathe and cough in succession. Instantly, Dentas was standing by his side. "You came out of the Coma." he said, sounding surprised. "Well, I guess. Look... I'm fully powered, but still hurt. Tell me... is there a bruise, scar, or anything just behind and to the right of my right antenna?" Rem asked. Dentas frowned, but bent over Rem and studied. "Honestly, you are a mess of bruises, scars, and burns. But... I think so, maybe. I might be looking at what yer talking about." "The fucks going on?" A groggy voice in the corner asked. "Fuck, REM?" The voice seemed suddenly more alert, and Rem had to wince as Vash rushed over jostled him. "The hell, dude?" He asked. "Get the hell up." Rem sighed, "Can't..." At the look of bewilderment on their faces, Rem went on. "My regenerators busted." He laughed then, realizing how much like some sort of appliance mechanic he sounded. "I got a... let's call it a gland, okay? Humans heal with all of their blood cells and shit. Nameks? We do a bit of that, but the great majority of our self healing and restorative powers come from a gland. Dentas just told me mine took a hit in the accident." "So..." Vash started... "What? You're just... busted?" "Well, if I was from this time period, maybe..." Rem began. "What?" Dentas asked, thrown by that seemingly random statement. "Look, suffice it to say that I'll be fine. But it's going to take some time. Call for a doctor, tell him they're going to need to take organ transplant precautions." Rem was looking at Dentas as he said that. He turned to Vash then, "I need you to teleport to the asteroid where my people are. Ask for a volunteer for a minor risk operation. Don't allow Jen to do it, no matter what she says. I have no idea if Namekian Female physiology is the same as males, no one does. And besides, I'm not going to explain why there's such a thing as a Namekian Female to a doctor..." The two of them looked at him in confusion for a few moments, apparently not getting what he was thinking. "Look, I'm about to pass out here. So fuck off, the both of you. Get it done." -911//911/3240 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 03:37 PM Post #7 |
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"So, you and your team know I'm not Benvek, yeah?" Rem asked, trying to grin, but doing a lame job of it. "I can see you are not a Keliouxan, yes. Doctor patient privilege ensures your anonymity, however. Neither myself nor my team have alerted any press as to the Champions real identity, not that we know it beyond the race." "Fine, good. Thanks." Rem said, waving off the explanation. "Let's just keep it that way. As a reward... You are going to make one of the biggest break throughs in Namekian medicine in history." "I... What?" The doctor asked. "I don't even have a specialization in Namekian medicine. One of the few races it seemed... superfluous to get. You people take care of yourself in a more efficient manner than any other race." "Yeah." Rem responded, "But everything has a weak point. Look. When I finish speaking you are going to do an MRI. Just beneath my right antenna you will discover a small gland that is assumed to be a pituitary or thyroid equivalent for my race, I'm not sure what current medicine believes. In reality, it is the source of our regenerative capabilities. Mine has taken damage, and is thus unable to heal myself." "That makes no sense..." The doctor began, "You really should be healed by now. With all the regenerative liquid and medicines we've pumped into you, it makes no sense that you are still damaged. I've even seen your friend use those little beans that supposedly have healing powers, to no avail." Rem sighed, realizing he was going to have to explain. "Okay doc. You're a humanoid, or a keliuxanoid, or whatever. How do you heal?" "Well, the body takes damage, but because each cell is encoded with the entire genetic library of our bodies, new cells are activated or created, and the platlettes within them activate and...." "Exactly, the Platelettes." Rem said, "Now, imagine you have no platelettes within your blood. Instead, imagine that you have a small gland that secretes them when your body senses damage. Floods your cells with them." "I see..." The doctor responded. "That'd be more efficient, for sure. Less wasted space within the cells, a LOT of additional room within each cell in your body." "Yes, that's why Namekians are on average, stronger than other races, our cells don't require the large amount of space platelettes take up. A newborn Namekian will have a power level in the high hundreds or thousands on average. Meanwhile, a Saiyan will have one in the tens, or POSSIBLY hundreds. Humans even lower. If Saiyans came from a lower gravity world, theres would be lower too. Gravity affects cell bonding strength and potential to a fantastic degree." "Good lord..." The doctor murmured. "If you Nameks lived on a high gravity world..." "Now you get it." Rem remarked with a grin. "We'd be born with power levels in the tens or hundreds of thousands, after a few generations of adaptation to the gravity." "We got off track." The doctor said with an almost blush, which Rem found fascinating for an older, professional man. "Your healing capability, while more efficient, is subject to this potential problem if the gland is damaged. How have you managed to heal at all?" he asked. "Oh I was dying long before I actually crashed and smashed my skull. The gland had flooded my blood with healing platelettes. They managed to stem the time, as it were, and have slowly managed to bring me back from the brink. But at this point, i'd estimate less than half a percent of what was released is still active. I'll get slightly better for a while, but then i'll be finished. No senzu or healing chamber in the world will be able to heal me then." "I see.." The doctor began... "So, how can I help?" Rem turned to the corner, where Vash and a Namekian by the name of Kagey stood. "You probably did some genetic experiments in med school? Perhaps growing an ear on a mouses back, or something?" Rem asked. The doctor nodded, then the nod changed in a way that said he understood where Rem was going. "Yeah. You are going to cut out a portion of my gland, and implant it within Kagey's." Rem began, "The procedure isn't that difficult, but you need to be very careful not to damage HIS gland. In a few weeks, assuming all goes well, my gland will be essentially passively regenerated within his body, and can be removed and replaced." "Fascinating..." The doctor said. "And you Namekians have known about this?" he asked. Rem hesitated, "Er... no. Suffice it to say I'm not really... FROM Namek. It's a procedure that doesn't really exist, here, yet." "What, there are Nameks in other galaxies?" The doctor asked. "Please, the fewer questions you ask, the more answers you will have." Rem said cryptically. "There's a bucket of worms you do NOT want to get into." "Right... Well, I guess we can do the surgery tomorrow." The doctor said, "I want to take some readings, get that MRI, brief the team, and get some more information on Namekian physiology before I attempt this." "That's fine." Rem said, waving it off. "I'm going to lay here and watch the Space Darts championship will you do all that." 1046//1957//4286 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 04:08 PM Post #8 |
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The next day came and went. The doctor put Rem under, did the surgery, and got out. Rem ended up waking again just a few hours after the procedure to discover that the doctor had given him a bit of a surprise gift. He got out of bed within minutes of waking, and was able to walk and move around with ease and no pain. The doctor ended up coming in just as Rem was doing little leaps to make sure his joints were feeling fine. "Ah, you are up. Good, good." He marked something on his chart, then asked Rem to sit down and took some various measurements on him, like BP, Temp, etc... "Well, the surgery went even better than expected. And I Can see you've discovered my little extra surprise." The doctor grinned. "Yeah, what'd you do?" Rem asked. Actually pleasantly surprised not to be bed bound for the next month. "Well, after I did some checking on your race and discovered that all of you share the same ancestor, I checked your blood against Kageys. There were minor differences that don't make much sense, but generally you share the same blood type. So, once we had the gland safely secured in his head, I went ahead and woke him, and asked if I could make a small incision to get the gland to work, to check it." The doctor continued, "It worked. His gland is releasing the platelettes as ever it seems. I took a bit of his blood, and injected you with it. The additional platelettes from the transfusion has worked much like a Keliouxanoid transfusion does for healing." Rem nodded, "Good idea, I should have thought about that." He was actually surprised, to tell the truth, that they had the same blood type. While Rem was distantly related to Guru, he was 30 or more generations past Kagey in their races evolution. "You're fine to check out now, if you wish." The doctor said with a shrug, "We can't really do anything for you here except watch you. So, feel free to check out while we wait the development of the gland regeneration in Kagey." Rem nodded, "I'll do that in a few hours, Yeah. I need to call in some people... Get in 'costume' first." Rem admitted. "Oh, right right. Benvek, the Keliouxan Champion Asteroid Racer." The doctor said with a grin. "Well, the room is yours for now." And with that, he got up and walked out. Leaving Rem alone for a few moments. Rem directed a thought, sending Vash a summons from wherever he was hanging out. A moment later, he sent happy, comforting thoughts Jen's way, just to let her know that everything was alright. Then, he picked up the communicator section of his scouter that he had been keeping in his pocket since he'd been on cauldron, and called Dentas and told him to bring the girl to do his make up. He was probably going to have to do an interview before he managed to get home. 594//2551//4880 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 04:21 PM Post #9 |
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"Borus Venci." Were Vash's first words as he appeared in the hospital room. "What?" Rem asked. "Dude's a racer, apparently wants you to race him." Rem rolled his eyes, "I think I'm done racing. I got enough money to buy a decent vessel and get everyone home now. That's all I wanted." "You might change your mind about that," Dentas said entering the room with the make up girl in tow, "When you here how much money is involved." Rem thought about it, and then took a few moments to check his account balance on his scouter pad. He had a small percentage of what had once been available to him in the Justice League accounts that Siberius had cleared out. He wasn't really rich, but if he was a normal person, he could live the rest of his life in absolute comfort, as well as afford to ensure his extended family did as well. "How much?" "Look," Dentas began, "I'm not recommending you race him. Really, after the two of you jerk offs nearly got yourselves killed THREE races in a row, its a terrible idea. Borus Venci was the uncontested champion on Ippen, and three other system for over a decade. He was eventually forced to retire, due to how many deaths occurred in his races." Rem's brow rose at that remark. "How many?" Rem asked. "Well, hundreds. But that's not too rare. What is rare, is that he is credited or rumored to have been personally responsible for over 50 of them, with a lot more suspected. The guy is fearless, a monster who will do anything to win on the track." Rem frowned, and nodded. "How much?" He asked again, becoming aware that he was using 2 word questions rather repeatedly at the moment. "Right now, figure about 10 times what you made for the last race." Dentas said with a shrug, "If you survive." Rems mind blanked at the words for a moment, then he did some math, then he Blue Booked the cost of the same model and year of the style of ship the Quixote had been. With that much money, he could afford to almost buy TWO Quixote's and get them fixed up. "Yeah..." Rem decided, "I'll race 'em." "Hot damn." Vash exclaimed, clapping Rem on the shoulder. "Now we're talking." "Let's get me into costume." Rem said, looking over to the girl, who smiled and blushed at him. "It's time to put on a show." 483//3034//5363 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 05:37 PM Post #10 |
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Rem started to feel a little bad as the days wore on until the NEXT big race. He had enough money to get them out of here, he could just buy a freighter, or hell just rent one for even less money, and get them sent off world. But... was it pride, or greed that forced him to put it off once more? He had told his people the score. He had told them that he could send them home, now. Or he could wait, and try to win more money for an even better ship, something to rival the Quixote. He had read the room at the announcement. a lot of his folks weren't happy about it. Oh, they were too polite and nice and loved him too much to come out and say it after everything he had done, but they had been through hell and really wanted out. They had decided with him, decided to let him do what he needed to do, and they would wait. After all, he had saved them, he had gotten them food, and entertainment devices, and all sorts of things that they needed to be comfortable here within this former prison of an asteroid. How could they not bend to his will? Perhaps Rem had known that when he had asked them to trust him, one more time. Perhaps the Majin mark on his head was making him just callous and self centered enough that he could do a thing like that, whereas before he would be too concerned with their well being to take the long road. He would have sent them home as soon as he was able to, and to hell with the consequences long term. He couldn't decide if he liked or hated that change about himself. Rem had always been a leader, but he had been a conscientious one. A man who gave everything of himself to help others, rather than using others to his own ends. Now? Now, he could see how using people could benefit both him and them. He could see how taking advantage of the weak could, in fact, be the greatest gift you could give them in the long run. Instead of facing everything alone, and hobbled by your desire and willingness to sacrifice, perhaps it was the capacity to take that had been mising from his righteous journeys across the various galaxys. Either way, the Namekians stayed put for a few more weeks. Rem trained, spent a fair amount of his winnings from the previous race on a new Corvette, and gave interviews to a public that was growing a bit more receptive to him since his near tragic death. A few of them still thought he was a pretender, or had picked up on his last minute strategy with the heat dispersers and considered him a cheater. But to hell with them, they were still going to watch. They were going to pay the expensive ass pay per view just in the hopes of seeing him lose, or possibly die. They'd make him rich, even as they hated him. Rem found it delicious. 581//3615//5944 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 06:19 PM Post #11 |
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And then it was race day. Rem couldn't help but be nervous as he was strapped into the new corvette. Had they worked all the wrinkles out? Had they really put her through its paces? What would happen if he crashed again? Would he survive without the capacity to self heal? So many possible bad endings could come of this that Rem was forced to remove himself from the equation for a few moments. He retreated into his mind, into a meditative trance that allowed him to calm himself and his worries. When he came out of it, Vash was looking into his eyes. "Win this race, damn it. We've got better shit to be doing than sitting around here." he continued to stare at rem for a few moments, as if trying to drive the command home with his majin symbol, then moved out of sight. Rem reached up and back, grabbing the canopy for the cockpit, pulling it shut, and then smacking down the hatches. He began a series of breathing exercises, calming his mind and blood pressure as he waited for the race to start. Beside him was Borus Venci and his corvette. Rem really had to question whether that ship could REALLY be called a corvette. It was almost big enough to eat his own ship, bones and all. Apparently, it fell under the restrictions and guidelines that the Interstellar Asteroid Racing League went by, however, so Rem couldn't really bitch. His only real solace, was that with a ship so big, it had to have shunted a lot of weight for the mass. He hoped so anyway. The race was going to last seventy two hours. Rem had never done a marathon style asteroid race before, and was slightly concerned with the amount of experience his opponent had over him in that regard. There wasn't much to do about it, though, so Rem figured he'd have to learn quick and settle into a good pace to ensure victory and the conclusion of the race with his ship still in tact. THAT, he knew, was going to be the difficult part. With Venci's reputation well known, everyone expected Rem to get into some seriously dangerous situation today. Rem had agreed to have a single ki cannon hidden and mounted both fore and aft, just as a precautionary defense measure. IF Venci left him alone, he wasn't going to start blazing the sky for him. Corvettes didn't have the energy capacity to both fly a long distance race AND conduct a running shoot out for part of it. He would end up dead in space if that happened, waiting for rescue by some tug and hoping he didn't use up his air supply before they arrived. The lights flashed, the race began. Rem shot out of the opening of the dock with as much speed and fanfare as he had the last three races. It was good to give the people a show, he figured. He kept the speed up, watching in his radar as Venci's corvette slid further and further behind. Rem hadn't figured on going full speed for more than a few million miles, but as long as he was extending his lead, he figured why not. He ended up flying over 200 million miles before he lost sight of Venci in his radar, and decided to slow a bit. The distance from the starting point to the edge of the solar system was 3.7 Billion miles, 7.4 for the whole trip. To complete that in 72 hours, Rem would have to fly an average of 102 million miles per hour, or 1.7 Million per minute. The early part of the race was going to be focused predominantely on getting acceleration up, as the faster you moved in space the faster you could move in space. His inertial compensators would be in full freak out mode that entire time, trying to keep his bones from ripping apart. It took Rem an hour to fly the first 300,000 miles. The second hour saw him accelerate and cover 650,000. Hour three got him near 1.5 million miles. Hour four saw him hit 20 million miles per hour, and hour 5 saw him hit his hourly necessary average of 102 million miles. Sometime between hours four and give Rem reduced acceleration, but still kept gaining speed as long as he kept thrusters going even a bit. When hour 7 had completed he was moving at 130 Million miles per hour, and had covered a distance of 344 total million miles, or 4.6% of the total race in 10% of the race time. He wasn't worried. He was moving vastly faster than Borus, and knew that his average distance traveled would increase against his average time steadily, unless he came to a stop. -917//4532//6861 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 06:43 PM Post #12 |
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Traversing the asteroid belt while avoiding the millions of rocks that wanted to come slamming through the canopy to kill you was a bit of a trick to accomplish. Rem found that by allowing himself to sink into a near meditiative trance, his reflexes worked like magic, while preserving his mind from the impending exhaustion that would set in from attempting to concentrate for so long. Every little swerve cut down on his speed slightly, and even after he stopped accelerating he was forced to use his thrusters to gather back that speed to keep his average miles per hour in the correct range. The first seven hours of full thruster burn had used a lot of propelant, but in this age, ships were capable of grabbing tachyons from the dark matter space that existed in alternate universes all around them as fuel. So running out wasn't really a problem. Overheating and overworking the inertial dampeners had been the real worry. Rem could feel his ship had loosened up slightly. He figured putting a few hundred miles of real space travel on a ship did that. 38 hours into the trip, only 2 hours behind the halfway mark, Rem came up on the station. He had gone over a few ways to take the stop off here, and knew that if he tried to actually dock and then take back off, he probably wouldn't be able to make the return leg due to being forced to work up his acceleration once more. Another choice was not to stop at all. Considering how bad Rem's cramps were getting, and how badly he needed a fresh supply of oxygen and water... Not really an option either. Rem decided he was going to attempt the third choice. Choice number 3 wasn't really used much. It involved a lot of complex math, and a BIG bit of chance. Essentially, you set the autopilot on the ship to start turning once it hit the station, and bailed out. Due to the speeds, the ship would take hours to make the turn and pass by the station again. That was the point at which you had to somehow catch it. Sitting in space and waiting for it wasn't really an option, as even the strongest warrior in the universe would be absolutely atomized by the force of a 100+ million miles an hour ship slamming into them. Luckily, the race allowed a bit of help. Older retired corvettes were left on the station to be used. Basically, youd ride out to your ship and try to somehow switch between TWO ships moving at 100+ million miles an hour. Most pilots who attempted it died horrifically. Rem wanted to be safe, knowing an injury might kill him thanks to his current inability to heal. He actually had the ship initiate reverse thrusters as he opened the canopy and leapt free. He had figured the math out days ago with Dentas and some other pilots, and they had agreed it was a good plan. His ship, instead of traveling at 100+ million miles an hour on the return leg, would start at less than 40. From there, he could rapidly accelerate back to where he needed. Two hours for the ship to make the turn, and 2 more hours to accelerate back to full would mean he had only lost 3 hours of travel time, rather than the 9 or more he would have lost if he had actually stopped. -645//5177/7506 |
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| Rem | May 28 2015, 06:58 PM Post #13 |
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Rem disengged from his ship, and used a thruster pack to get to the station on his own. He entered through an airlock, and immediately realized something was wrong. A figure Rem had only seen on holovids was standing just on the other side of the airlock, at a junction of hallways. It was Borus Venci. "Benvek..." The man said, his grin belying something else entirely. "It's wonderful to finally meet you." "Borus." Rem replied, "How'd you manage this neat trick?" he asked. "Pretty simply really. Microjumps." Was the flippant reply. Immediately Rem understood. Of COURSE. Venci's ship was far too large to match acceleration with a smaller corvette and retain its capacity. "So, you steered clear of the asteroids, took readings on the belt farther ahead, and jumped back into it?" Rem asked. "Precisely." He answered in a clipped, approving voice. "Pretty dangerous." Rem said, wondering when things were going to start to happen. "Yes. Fortunately, my sensor suite is military grade. Its as safe as possible. Took 3 microjumps to get here. I actually arrived just over an hour ago. Speaking of dangerous though. Im surprised someone whose last race ended so horrifically had the gumption to take option 3.... Well, modified 3. Kudos on the strategy. Your ship is decelerating around the turn. You're giving up a few hours now, but saving more in the long run, as well as engine performance.... It would have worked to defeat me too," Venci admitted. "Even with my microjumps, im limited by real space time delay on the sensors, and couldn't have matched you back." "Well, I guess it's good for you then, that you ain't planning to let it go that far." Rem said, shifting his stance. "Exactly. By the way... I'm not just an asteroid racer. I've been a Shadowguard Agent for years. I feel almost bad about having to kill you." "Don't worry bout it." Rem remarked, "I'm actually a Paladin myself. And here's the big tease. Not even a Keliouxan." That didn't seem to surprise Borus, but he did cock his head and asked: "Human?" Rems hand moved at the same time as Borus' did, knowing the question was an attempt to distract him. Both fired blasts of energy that ripped parts of the station apart. Luckily the hull held. It wouldn't for long, however. "Namekian." Rem shouted, a laugh in his voice. He ran to the left then, knowing he had to get some oxygen whether or not this fight went down. He'd die without it even if he won the fight. A supply room later, and he had two tanks under his arm. One full of air, one of water. He slammed another bolt of energy down a hallway when he saw Borus peeking, then turned and ran. Another bolt of energy struck nearby, but Rem was already on a lower level. He found the older corvettes, tossed his tanks aboard, and leapt into it- closing the hatch around him. He blasted off just as the entire garage was enflamed by another attack. Rem had to grin as he gained speed and distance. He'd escaped. And borus had already admitted he couldn't beat Rem... Soon, Rem would be a very, very Rich Namekian once more. 541//5718//8047 |
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