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| Topic Started: May 5 2015, 05:29 PM (283 Views) | |
| Goten | May 5 2015, 05:29 PM Post #1 |
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The wall groaned as a great force was impressed upon it. The security door, as reinforced and sturdy as any part of the wall it was imbedded in, spontaneously bulged into the unique shape of a humanoid under the pressure of the impact hitting from the other side. A moment later and the entire door was blown out of its frame by a second blow; it was sent sliding across the factory floor in glorious show of sparks, a pair of mangled mechanical bodies still firmly rooted in its backside. Through the opened doorway, a bulky man of immense stature, dressed from head to toe in armor and accessories, squeezed through. “Come now! These killing machines were meant to destroy us Saiyans? This is the definition of pathetic!” Raditz roared as he entered the room. Before him were a series of computers and control boards which were no doubt a part of the hub that controlled the overrun factory. The repeated clunking sound of metal feet against the floor alerted the proud Saiyan to the additional fleet of androids filling up the empty doorway and beyond. Turning around, the dark reflection of his eyes was filled with nothing but the shiny, silvery images of the amassed drones. “Finally,” he said, grinning. “I needed a challenge.” [align=center]- - - - Avalon City Bazaar Infestation of the Self Aware Several hours earlier - - - -[/align] Among the countless patrons and endless stalls, Raditz stood in front of a particular one that dealt with old, broken machines and antiquated scraps. His fingers switched bout constantly as he turned over the junker part in his hand. His eyes were focused upon the component in hand rather than the displeased gazes of the shopowner before him. Saiyans—Avalon hated them. While Raditz wasn’t the most fastidious of students growing up, he did manage to pick up a few useful trades along the way; namely repairing his broken equipment. More of a mechanic than a scholar, he seemed to do well with learning the ins and outs of basic machinery and how to handle them when they malfunctioned. Granted, he wasn’t going to be building a time machine any time soon—he could fix up a ship thruster that wasn’t running at maximum drive which was the exact task that brought him to the Bazaar in the first place. “You’ve been looking at that part for five minutes now. Are you gonna buy it or what?” said the shopkeeper behind the sanctity of his stall. His face was fixed with a permanent scowl. Raditz only grunted as he looked it over once again. He had been in a mood of sorts since he left Earth. It’s a tough place to find yourself in when you have no identity. He thought he had found a place among the Saiyan Empire but after being stranded on Earth for what seemed like an eternity, despite repeated requests for aid, that notion became more and more of an afterthought. He had no legacy to carry on. His Father is--or was—a member of the Cosmic Empire, an organization feared and respected across the stars. Beyond that, he was nothing more than a low-class grunt; the scum that licked his heels and shined his boots back on Vegeta. His Brother, an aimless protector of Earth, was nothing more than a pacifist with the brain of a slow child. So what was he to do? What would set him apart? He didn’t know. He was without purpose. A Bazaar guard came to stand near the inspecting Saiyan, just out of eyesight. “Listen, you monkey, if you’re not gonna buy anything, you need to bugger off.” Raditz heard the clink of the guard’s armor which alerted him to the presence behind him. It was no coincidence that the shopkeep managed to get up the nerve to harass him just as the guard came around. The big Saiyan didn’t fight the eyeroll that possessed him. Any other day, he would have thrown that piece of scrap into the owner’s face and tore the guard apart limb by limb—but today, he was listless and not looking for a fight. Raditz threw the junk part back onto the pile, turned and walked away, muttering as he went. “Nobody wants to buy your trash, old man.” He was no more than five feet out from the junk stall when a shrieking scream pierced the air. Above all the clamor of bickering bartering, this terrified cry was heard. Another followed that one—and another. Instantly, Raditz dropped into a squat with his muscled arms protectively positioned in front of him, prepared for confrontation. What had he done now? Much to his surprise—it wasn’t him that was drawing the screeches of terror. Up ahead, he could see a bazaar stall filled with fruit and vegetation being torn apart by a haggard monstrosity of metal. It looked like it had just up and crawled out of the junk pile he just walked away from. Gangly, and without an ounce of balance, it proceeded to knock apart and dismantle stands with pure brute force. This was not a singular incident. Anywhere he looked, there seemed to be a booth or Avalanian under assault by one of these mechanical cretins. Where had they come from? What was going on? Looking up, Raditz could see them literally raining down from the sky like corroded silver bullets dive-bombing the Bazaar and surrounding city. So much chaos and so much destruction—the Saiyan wanted to laugh. It was a form of justice in his eyes. The pompous fools of Avalon were being invaded. It was just a shame that he wasn’t a part of the invasion party. “This is my cue. It’s time for me to get off this rock before I overstay my welcome.” Boom! The ground underneath him shook with the thunderous impact that struck just behind him. Raditz turned around to investigate the crash but was immediately met by one of the robotic terrors rising from the small crater surrounding him, shambling the entire way. It reached out toward Raditz with its makeshift limbs—and immediately lost them. Without thinking, the large Saiyan took ahold of each arm by the wrist and yanked with his great might, tearing them completely from the socket in a display of ungrounded electricity. Armless, the robot continued to approach. That is when Raditz clubbed it with one of its own arms, which knocked loose the half completed head bobbling about on its shoulders. The automaton collapsed to the dusty Bazaar floor lifelessly now that it had been decapitated. As if of one mind, the surrounding drones turned to survey Raditz simultaneously. It was like watching a child realize that they toy they were currently playing with was nothing more than a raggedy doll in comparison to the shiny prize in front of them. Unfortunately for the Saiyan, he was that shiny new toy. “And here, I thought I wasn’t looking for trouble.” They moved in unison toward Raditz. Obstacles within their way were either climbed over or torn apart; the drones didn’t miss a beat in their movement in doing so, either. At the center of at least a dozen of the autonomous dummies, the big Saiyan was feeling rather outnumbered. However, at this occasion, the feeling of being outnumbered was in no way synonymous to being at a disadvantage. These misshapen, horridly built machinations were worse off than the old barter’s scrap pile—which is exactly where they belonged. Raditz stretched his fingers wide apart before bringing his two hands together and interlocking them. He flexed his palms outward as he stretched; straining the knuckles on both his hands until they simultaneously loosened with a sickening crack. He shook his hands a few times over after they were uncoupled while he rolled his head around from one shoulder to the other. Just a few seconds more and they would all be closing in on him. Why wait? The brutish warrior lashed out at the closest drone with a controlled haymaker. His tightly bound fist forcefully massaged its way through the droid’s head until it emerged from the other side and Raditz was now wearing its mechanical face on his forearm. His other hand grabbed ahold of the skeletal machine by its neck and tore the body away from its head in one swift motion. The robot came apart as if it was made of cotton candy; easy as can be. Raditz made no pause between actions. He systematically set to the task of dismantling each and every android as it came within his proximity. The second one was practically cleaved in half by a downward strike with his metal skull-bearing forearm. Another one was split in half by a brutal backbreaker delivered upon his knee. One by one, they were dismantled until only a couple of them remained and even then, one of them continued to approach while the last stood at a distance and observed as Raditz took it by the head and ripped it down the middle like he was peeling a banana. One left—he took a step forward toward it but as soon as he did, the machine went airborne. Its feet were alight with flaming propulsion as it careened off into the sky in a direction away from the city. Just as Raditz was about to leap into the air after it, he felt the cold, sterile grip of metal clutching around his calf. Looking down, he saw one of the drones grasping at him, despite missing its lower torso. He shook and kicked his leg vivaciously until the half body was bucked free. It landed a few feet away but didn’t get the chance to attack again, as Raditz raised his hand and fired a single energy blast. The machine doll exploded into several rusted out pieces before devolving into a smoldering heap of metal. “What was that all about?” He didn’t really think he’d get much of an answer but even he was surprised sometimes. “Halt! Saiyan! Down on your knees!” Raditz instantly let out of a huffed “Hah!” in response before ever facing the source of the demand. Slowly, he turned and was met with the sight of an entire brigade of battle armed Avalanians pointing sword and energy weapons directly at him. Raditz must have been a particularly charming sight—a massive beast of a man coated in oil, surrounded by a mound of torn apart body parts. “That’s not happening,” he said firmly. A few of the troops looked at each other, completely shocked the given order wasn’t followed. The sentiment didn’t last however, as a voice behind the mass of them rose up with a command for them. “Stand down! The Saiyans are at fault for many things—but this isn’t one of them.” All at once, the group obeyed and lowered their weapons while parting to allow their commanding officer to step through. The man that stepped through, if Raditz had to describe him, looked like a “dumb Avalanian.” To everyone else, he was a man of tall stature, with slicked back snow white hair and eyes of fluid amber. His brows were thin and sharp, which matched the angles of his smooth face. He wore no armor but his attire was completely regal. Whatever he was, it came with a lot of medals. The elegantly presented man stood silently at his full height with his shoulders back. His eyes seemed to look at Raditz and through him all at once. “Saiyan. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kahran. I am the High Commander of Shevat's Paladins. I ask an audience of you—there are matters that need to be discussed,” said the man, his voice as smooth as silk. “I don’t thi—“ Before Raditz could finish his thought, Kahran spoke up again. “I’ve taken the liberty of having your pod moved to our hangar at Headquarters. Once our business has concluded, you are free to leave to rendezvous with your ship. Until then, there are things that concern you here on Avalon.” There was a pause. Kahran waited to see if Raditz would offer any further resistance. “Good. My men will show you the way. I look forward to our discussion.” Kahran swiftly turned on booted heel and disappeared into the crowd of men, who immediately reformed rank once he passed them. Raditz was left dumbstruck. “Ready when you are… Saiyan.” Raditz could only growl a response but in reality, it didn’t seem like he had much choice other than follow. What matters could they possibly need to discuss with a known enemy of the Avalanians? His shoulders slumped; he stepped forward and followed behind his escort. Always slacking behind, of course—they weren’t the boss of him; they weren’t going to control the pace at which he walked. Typical resistant Raditz. [align=center]2156 2,156 / 3,700[/align] |
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| Goten | Jun 2 2015, 05:28 PM Post #2 |
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[align=center]- - - - Shevat Headquarters Conclusion of a conversation - - - -[/align] Raditz exited the Paladin Headquarters a bit confused about what he actually agreed to. The callous Saiyan entered the establishment with every intention of being stand offish and uncooperative to any demands they might have made but the man, Kahran, didn't make any. In fact, if he recollected correctly, the High Commander pleaded with Raditz to address a problem they were having. It might not have sounded like pleading--and there probably wasn't any begging involved--but it was pleading in his book. "You will be handsomely rewarded," were the words that stuck out in his mind. It was discussed at some length that their dilemma involved a factory charged with the task of creating automated sentinels designed to eradicate the Saiyans. Something went wrong--the machines became a menace to not only the Saiyans but everyone on Avalon, as well. Why would Raditz help clean up a mess that was meant to wipe out his race? He couldn't quite remember the solid reasoning behind it but the Paladin made it sound like it was in the Saiyan's best interest to do so. The man had said things that Raditz's mind couldn't grasp very quickly and used words that he wasn't familiar with to do so. Raditz hated him for that very reason--and the roguish Saiyan wasn't as dumb as he let on. On the points he was able to comprehend, though, Kahran made sense; it was better to deal with this problem now rather than in the future. "Working for the enemy--great," Raditz grumbled as he stepped down the fleet of stairs leading up to the Shevat Headquarters. He fumbled with adjusting a piece of tech snuggly placed against the back of his ear as he did so. "It could be worse. They could be changelings." "I imagine that you can hear me, Raditz, judging by how clearly I can hear you," said a voice that sounded like it was resonating within his head. It was the Paladin, Kahran, through the device Raditz had placed behind his ear. "Yeah, loud and clear. Why does it sound like you are in my head instead of my ear like a normal communicator?" "Good. I'll be able to relay you information and directions while you're in the laboratory." He paused for a moment. "Technology is all we have on Avalon. We aren't... genetically equipped to harness inner powers like your kind is." "What you are saying is, you are inferior to us Saiyans," Raditz thought. A prideful smirk riding high on the shape of his mouth. "Head east from Headquarters until you reach the mountains. You'll see the factory easily enough--its the only thing out there. I'll contact you again when you reach your destination." Nothing was said in response by the Saiyan. Instead, he took to the sky with all the finesse of a rocket and headed in the ordered direction. It seemed like he was always taking orders. [align=center]491 2,647 / 3,700[/align] |
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| Goten | Jun 3 2015, 12:09 PM Post #3 |
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[align=center]- - - - Mountain Laboratory A call to non-action - - - -[/align] "I'm here." Raditz dropped out of the sky like dead weight, hitting the ground with enough force to crack the slate of stone that served as his landing pad. The gargantuan Saiyan rose up from the billowing cloud of rock dust and stepped forward toward the laboratory—or machine factory—whatever it was. He was met with a colossal set of bay doors that appeared rather battered. It was as if something had broken free from within then turned around and sealed them shut again to prevent others from gaining access. What was going on in there? The rest of the building was rather nondescript as it was built into the side of the mountain and resembled any other rocky surface Raditz could see. ”Good,” the voice within his head acknowledged. ”Immediately inside is the loading dock. You’ll find the bulk of the androids there. I can’t say for certain whether they’ll be active or not, so you might have a battle on your hands. I’m sure you’re up for the task, Saiyan? Savagery is in your nature.” Raditz grunted in response. ”From there, if you head straight back, you’ll head into a corridor that leads to an office. Within this office is a private access point that leads into the main production facility of the factory via a ladder. You’ll find the foundry here, as well as the assembly line. It’s governed by completely autonomous processes so I’m sure you’ll be in for a treat there. The technology is rather impressive so try not to get too distracted by all the shiny lights.” ”I don’t get distracted by shiny. I get distracted by condescending idiots who are likely to get their heads caved in if they don’t cut the antagonizing remarks.” Raditz snapped back. ”You’re right.” Kahran stated. After a pause, he continued. ”I apologize. Adjacent to the foundry is the control room; this is where you need to be. From there, you will be able to shut down the entire operation. I can only imagine that the factory is the hivemind that is controlling all these drones. You eliminate the brain, the rest of the body shuts down.” ”Sounds easy enough. Find the control room, trash it--and then get the hell off of this planet.” ”I agree with this sentiment. Your payment is already being loaded into your pod.” Raditz nodded and took a step forward toward the mangled bay doors. ”One last thing. We are detecting some sort of interference from inside the factory. It’s possible that we might lose communication with you once you’re in. Do you need me to run through the layout of the facility one last time?” Kahran simply questioned. There was no arrogance in his calm voice. ”I got it the first time. If I have any trouble, I’ll just make my own way. Saiyans are good at accomplishing missions through whatever means necessary.” ”Understood. I’ll leave you to it, Saiyan. Do try and leave some of the machinery operational. We could easily repurpose it.” Raditz huffed. Yeah right, you stupid Avalanian. I’m going to bring this place to the ground. Have fun picking up the pieces when they’re reduced to dust. The proud Saiyan continued forward. A hand quickly jerked up from his side to release a quick blast of heavy yellow energy. The swirling sphere of ki ripped across the short distance and collided with the reinforced front of the mangled bay doors and easily chewed through the resistance. The blast continued on into the factory before crashing against a wall. The explosion that followed felt like it shook the entire mountain and most certainly alerted the androids to his presence. With a grin, Raditz leapt through the irregular circle he had burned out of the bay doors and into the factory. [align=center]633 3,280 / 3,700[/align] |
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| Goten | Jun 5 2015, 10:43 AM Post #4 |
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[align=center]- - - - Factory Control Room Present time - - - -[/align] The journey through the factory had been a breeze. The layout was exactly as Kahran had mentioned and while he did find opposition at about every turn, Raditz had no trouble in tearing them apart with his bare hands. At the back of the foundry, he had found the secluded hallway that led to the control room and upon breaking down the reinforced door securing it, found the brain of the factory. It was only a few fleeting moments after that, that the hallway was filled up behind him with countless drones. "Halt," they all commanded in unison. "You don't belong in here." Raditz laughed a little; sneering as he replied. "I don't belong on this planet but that's not going to stop me from leaving you in pieces." Raditz took a step backward in the direction of the control panel. The drones, completely uniformed like a perfect, synchronized army, took up the distance with a step forward of their own before filing into the room one by one. Soon, they were lining the walls on all sides of Raditz in what appeared to be an attempt to intercept him before he reached the control panel. "You leave us with no choice." They attacked. Initially, they came at the ferocious Saiyan one at a time but they quickly decided to change their tactic when he started eliminating them before they could even reach him. Two, three, four at once engaged Raditz, leaping at him with their arms extended like they were animals pouncing on their prey. Even still, they were no match for the might of the Saiyan warrior. He endlessly battled them until the room was stacked high with drone bodies, still wriggling and shooting sparks from their dismantled frames--and yet, more continued to take their place. Raditz, too, had seen his fair share of injuries, mostly cuts and bruises, as he wasn't impervious to their attacks. "Enough!" he said with a huff. Quickly, he whirled about to face the control panel, turning his back to androids in the process. Without skipping a beat, he started hurling energy blast after energy blast at anything and everything he could see. Monitors, panels, various other electronics--all on the receiving end of his rapid fire energy blitz. There were explosions galore, some of which scorched the very hands that were slinging out the attacks, but the result of his barrage was worth the minor sacrifice. The same with everything, the robotic army powered down where they stood. Some remained upright with good positioning, others lifelessly dropped to the piles with a clatter. Surrounded by smoke and smoldering equipment, Raditz took deep breaths in an effort compose himself after the entire ordeal. After a minute, Raditz was surprised by the presence of the voice within his head. "-ear me? Raditz, come in. Do you read me?" The Saiyan flopped down to the ground, forming a makeshift seat to the contours of his heavy body among the drone parts laying all about. A well deserved rest. "Yeah, I hear you. I think you were under exaggerating the number of these piles of junk you had stored up in here. If I didn't know any better, I would guess you sent me on a death mission." "Nonsense. I told you precisely that I did not know what kind of opposition you would find in the factory. This laboratory was created by a rogue sect of Avalanians not governed by the Paladins. We had no knowledge of its existence until the attacks began." There was a short pause. "Well done, though. This act will go a long way toward future interactions between Avalon and the Saiyans. You have our gratitude." "You can keep your gratitude," Raditz said with a groan and he climbed out of the shifting pile of drones. Slowly, he started to make his way out of the control room and down the hall into the foundry. "I just want my money. Have my pod ready." Without another word, he reached up to the device wrapped around his ear and plucked it off his head. Raditz threw it down on the ground before him and made sure to crush it beneath his heel as he walked past it. It was about time he got off of this planet. [align=center]716 3,996 / 3,700[/align] |
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| Cooler | Jun 5 2015, 11:01 AM Post #5 |
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[align=center]- - - - Shevat Headquarters Moments later... - - - -[/align] "I just want my money. Have my pod ready." The sounds of fumbling movement filled the speakers just before a continuous wave of static overtook them. The Saiyan had terminated communication. "Well? Did we get what we needed?" Kahran asked from his seat in the center of the room. His chair sat upon an elevated dais, leaving him sitting heads and shoulders above anyone else in the room. "Yes, sir. We have a steady readout of his bio activity from the moment the Saiyan put on the scanner. Our technology is flawless." A confident, almost sinister smirk righted Kahran's lips. "Excellent... and what of the factory? Has our little problem been solved?" From the other side of the room, another one of the men spoke up after quickly breezing over a wall of information spanning the computer screen before him. "Another affirmative, sir. The sentience seems to have been destroyed when the Saiyan blew up the mainframe. We are free to take control after some minor repairs. The project is salvageable." Kahran shook his head while using his gloved hand to stifle a laugh. He had to fight to suppress his mild amusement. "Saiyans are so.. manageable. Its a wonder how their race has progressed so far on their own. You give them the slightest whiff of destruction and they are devouring it like a starving dog." The room was jovial but as soon as Kahran's mood sobered, so did they. "Let's get to work. Analyze the Saiyan's data. I have no doubt we'll find something within it to help our cause. Good work, men." [align=center] 265 4,261 / 4,200[/align] |
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