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| Topic Started: Jul 14 2015, 05:26 AM (175 Views) | |
| Aya | Jul 14 2015, 05:26 AM Post #1 |
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When are we eating?
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[align=center]Sisters[/align] Pan had issues. Coming to terms with these constant panic attacks was not an easy thing for a Saiyan warrior, and the fact that they seemed to happen almost exclusively when she was fighting indicated something deeper. It had been happening since near the War, but she hadn't wanted to notice it then. She had changed into her battle-ready gear in an effort to relax herself, make herself calm in her native skin once more. The garb appeared to be completely black, but was in actuality a dark blue. Adapted futuristic camo-tech allowed her to freely change the color at a whim though it had trouble with moving environments (things weren't perfect, even in the future). She sat on the roof of the dropship The Alpha, the fastest of her fleet's dropships, fiddling with her eyepatch. The patch was, in reality, a Scouter and also happened to be her left eye. She'd secretly lost it in a battle against one of the Control Units and had since worn the eyepatch as a disguise. So far most seemed to think that she was merely using it as an intimidation tactic. Which seemed to work. Thanks to Maragai's healing, she hadn't needed to spend that long in the rejuvenation tank after her bombastic battle with the young Overlord. Though her physical wounds had been healed, it seemed Maragai's highly touted 'Light' could not completely calm the darkness in her mind. The Saiyan closed her eyes to meditate. The world blurred ever so slightly, until a
The voice crackled over the earpiece just below her ear. Unheard in an age but unmistakable as that of an ally. Levana. Pan's eye flashed open then closed again as she pressed her hand to the sonic listening device. Whether Levana had purposely turned on her Scouter's microphone or left the factory settings on after the War, Pan knew not. But something was happening. The Saiyan was up in an instant, a small bottle in her hand. She downed it with one gulp before tossing the glass canister to the side and dropping her power level to nearly nothing. Academy training at work. Leaping off of the dropship, her boot barely touched the ground before she sprung off like a nimble feline towards the Saiyan's location. Her clothing began to change color as she moved, melding with her changing surroundings at a slightly too slow pace. A few manual presses of her belt changed it rapidly to a light forest green, enough to blend in with the untamed grass of the area. As she moved, she listened to the conversation. Two voices that sounded almost hollow... and a third one that sounded anything but. Androids. The initial reason the Scouter had activated. But Levana herself must have set it to old Team Rocket channels, right? Mysteries abound as the Saiyan closed in on the location of her ally, her feet barely matting the grass with each step as she snaked through the landscape on foot. Her body ignited in a nearly limpid purple haze barely visible at her low level of energy but there nonetheless. Her breathing was caught completely, not heavy like she had expected. The third voice said. Heavy with a strange malice that Pan could not place. Why would anyone want Levana dead? The two had never been the closest of friends but since their time together in Team Rocket, Pan had considered her a sister. Not that they'd ever shared a beer or talked gossip more than a few times, their bond was closer. They had been outsiders together. There had been so few people that Pan could relate with on any level, and as a result, she was going to protect her sister by any means necessary. A burst of red aura gave Pan an extremely visible target, one that the Saiyan took handily. The softest tap tap tap was the only indication of the incoming Saiyan until she reached several meters away, at which point her power exploded and she shot her fist out, moving with speed that would make the Lightning Lord himself proud. The being that had let out the aura of evil was her target and suddenly overflowing with ki, she attempted to punch right through the thing, her fist snapping at the last second for a maximum burst of energy. Her training in the Ice Temple hadn't worked exactly as it was supposed to. Instead of giving her unfathomable control of the cold, it had unleashed her control of thunder and lightning. Her burst of a punch carried with it enough of a jolt to send shockwaves through an unsuspecting body, making it difficult to move properly if it connected. Fortunately it wasn't necessary, as the punch itself shattered through the being, spilling an amalgum of blood and viscera all over the battlefield. Her momentum carrying her forward, she rolled into the center of the battlefield, a hand at her belt to adjust her specialty gear back to its native midnight blue. "You stay the hell away from her." She ordered, with all the authority of the Great God Grummsh she was supposedly the reincarnation of. For intimidation purposes, she wiped at the remains of the blood on her face and looked mildly disgusted at having to touch something so beneath her. The blood felt so real. Flashing a one-eyed glance to the other robots she said, "I don't know which side you're on, but this isn't the best time to carry out a grudge. You wanna fight, we can do it a fair way. You want a bloodbath, we can see if you're still under warranty. My name's Pan. I killed the Steel Legion." Lying with the truth seemed to be the best way to go. She turned slightly towards Levana and said, "Hey-a Lev. Been a while. Love what you've done with your hair. Just a sec." She rushed towards the red aura'd young woman and let out a flurry of attacks, three rapid punches to the stomach that would be followed by a spinning roundhouse kick to the side of the head. The bursts of energy that danced around her worked with each and every blow to make the attempted attacks as stunning as living in a frozen temple for a month had been. Turning back to Levana, she gestured with a waitin motion and said, "Wait there." then towards the two robots and added, "If they move, kill them." Before turning back to the one that she had marked as her own enemy. "Come on, Red," Pan said with a certain glibness, gesturing the woman closer, "Let me take out what's left of ya." As she sidled up to throw another punch, the world began to blur once more. This time the haze cleared rather than growing deeper, becoming an unrecognizable color for a moment before snapping back in. She was on the floor under the dropship, curled into a ball. The blood smeared on her face had been her own. As she had jumped down, her body had seized up and sent her back into another fit. She wouldn't make it in time. She had to think faster than she was, she had to think. Despite the heavy breathing, the dust and sand that mixed with her own blood to cloud her single-eyed vision, she had to come up with something. She needed a miracle. And that-- The Light. Reaching towards her communicator, she dialed in towards Maragai's private channel, calling out to the Saiyan Overlord, "Maragai. It's Pan. I hate to call on you so soon after our battle, but I need help. There's a Saiyan in distress. The coordinates... I'm transmitting them." She worked feverishly on her belt as he body threatened to curl itself into a ball under the pain in her chest, "I know I don't have any right to ask you for help but she's... she's practically my sister. Her name's Levana. Please, Maragai. Help her." She broke the communication and connected back to the Team Rocket channels. "Levana? This is Pan. I can't... I can't come right now but I've got someone who can. They're... on their way I hope. You're going to be fine, okay?. Help is coming. Just hang in there. I'll help you all I can from here. I can feel your power level on the battlefield but it doesn't feel like you're fighting anything. I think we both know why. Just... hold on." Cutting the transmission for just a second she curled into herself and let out a cry of anguish due both to the physical and mental duress. She had been so cool in her head. WC: 1446 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Komandr | Jul 19 2015, 08:51 PM Post #2 |
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The Cosmic Healer
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Even though her exhibition match with Pan had ended hours ago, the roar of the crowd still rang dully in Maragai's ears. At one time, she would have said she hated these kind of crowds. At one time, she would have believed that she would be better off without such a showing. But there was something about that fight... Something... What was it? She still couldn't wrap her head around that feeling that swept across her body when Pan and her had traded blows. It was a certain excitement... but different. Was it the thrill of combat that seemed to plague the Saiyan Race? Or was it something different entirely? Something... Maragai shook her head, trying to clear it. She had a pile of paperwork to go through, as always. Sitting at her desk and getting lost in her thoughts was no way to get her work done. Everything needed a signature. Papers about this, papers about that! It seemed that no matter how quickly the new Saiyan Overlord went through them, more came back. "Yo!" Omega's friendly greeting was assisted with a knock as the Fleet Master wrapped his knuckles on the open doorway that led into the child's office. After announcing his presense, the Saiyan Fleet Master went ahead and entered. "How are you feeling? That was one hell of a fight, you know." Omega crossed the room and sat down in one of the chairs nearby. "Especially went you both transformed. The crowd wasn't expecting that!" The powerful warrior let out a chuckle. "I even dare say that you were enjoying yourself for once!" He flashed a wide grin at the child and rolled his shoulder once or twice. Maragai heard the joint pop loudly. Maragai sighed, putting the pen back down on her table. "I was," she admitted. "But..." The child frowned. How was she supposed to go about explaining this? "I didn't even realize that I had ascended into a Super Saiyan, you know? It just happened." The girl closed her amethyst eyes for a moment, placing herself back into the bout. Pan had been a lot stronger than Maragai had prepared herself for. Then again, it was a stupid mistake to underestimate the seasoned warrior. She should have prepared for the fact that she had been suppressed just as Maragai had done herself! But when the fight became a bit heated, Pan had shown a bit more of her power than Maragai had prepared for. And because of that, the Vessel of Light had tried to bring out more of her own strength. It wasn't long after that when Je'sheln had alerted her host to the golden aura that was wrapped around her lithe body. She had powered up. She had not summoned the transformation. These were two different things - night and day. Bringing out your power was one thing. Manifesting it and multiplying it was different alltogether! "You didn't mean to transform?" Omega echoed, cocking his head to the side slightly. "What do you mean by that?" "It's just..." Maragai trailed off, shaking her head. "Maybe it was a simple overreaction, I don't know. Pan powered up, and I tried to... and-" Omega lifted himself from the chair. "Well, can you transform now?" The question was simple - and almost hurtful. The Fleet Master had drilled the child for months in an attempt to teach the young warrior how to transform and control the unbridled rage that came with that beautiful golden aura. And in turn, Maragai had spent many sleepless nights and many hungry days training her ass off. "Of course I can!" Maragai responded instantly. She had trained for so long and hard! As if to prove her point, Maragai clenched her tiny fists and ignited the spark within her to magnify her energy. Her power wanted to explode. It wanted to erupt like a volcano. But the child was well aware that she was in her own office. There was no need to make her ascension flashy. If she allowed her volatile energy to erupt, she'd likely bring down the entire building. So when her power came, the girl allowed it to seep out slowly. A golden aura ignited around her softly as her hair and eyes changed color. Her transformation was complete. She allowed her power to drop just like her golden aura. Her hair dulled until it was a ghostly white color. She watched as Omega narrowed his eyes. The Fleet Master was watching the child carefully. Whatever was on his mind stayed there - the man didn't speak. So after a moment or two longer, the child allowed her power to fully drop as she reverted to her normal form once more. "See?" she couldn't help but challenge. "I can transform whenever I want to! It's just..." "It's just what?" Omega sat down once more and crossed his muscular arms. "Sometimes I transform without even realizing it like that. And sometimes I lose it when I don't mean to." Silence met her words. Omega sat still, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Well, it sounds more like a kink in your control more than anything else," the Fleet Master finally said, not sounding too worried about it. "Train it more, and you should work out those kinks." He rose from his seat once more and dusted his legs off before turning away. "Why don't you go ahead and rest? As things are now, you don't have your mind on the paperwork." With those words, the Saiyan Fleet Master left the room, leaving the child to her own brooding thoughts. Eventually, Maragai did leave her office. Omega was right about one thing - her mind wasn't on her duties in the least. The cool wind felt good flowing through her hair. The sunlight felt warm on her skin. She needed to do something. The Vessel wanted to leave the Saiyan base for a bit and explore. She had been bound to that post like a chained dog ever since she had become Earth's Overlord. Perhaps she could give her Uncle a call and see what he was up to. Maragai knew Tarble was going to visit Earth sooner or later. The child only hoped that it more sooner than later. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The sharp sound radiated from Maragai's gauntlet. She glanced down at it. An incoming transmission? A message? This kind of technology was beyond Maragai's understanding for now; Omega had crafted the device only three days ago. Maragai was still trying to figure out how to use the blasted thing! The number that popped up was one that the girl did not recognize. Still, she went ahead and clicked the button to listen in. It was a call! Though there was no video with it, the pained voice that came over the speaker was someone that the Vessel of Light had only just met. Maragai frowned slightly. She hadn't expected Pan to hail her like this! On second look, this wasn't just a normal communications link that had been opened - this was a distress signal! She spoke of another Saiyan - a Saiyan in trouble. Her name was Levana. Coordinates flashed up on her gauntlet. Maragai studied them for a moment. She needed to find out how to plug those into this machine on her arm before she did anything else, though. Still, the Vessel wanted to reassure Pan that she would handle it. But that Saiyan... could she actually make it? Maragai could detect the pain in her voice. The stress. Something was wrong, but it was not Maragai's place to question her. If Pan wanted to let her know, she would. Until then, the Overlord would not pry into her personal matters. "Don't worry, Pan," she told the Saiyan. "I'll go over there right away. If you feel up to it, you may want to follow me when you can. Just don't push yourself." She cut the transmission off and fiddled with the menu until she could bring up a map of planet Earth. Once the child figured out how to put in the coordinates, she had a location to aim to. She studied it for a moment, then concentrated her senses to that direction. To her surprise, she could only sense one power! But what did that mean? Androids. What else could it be? Anger slowly began to rise in her gut. There were very few androids out there who were actually good. Why was it that these mechanical beings thought they could do whatever the hell they wanted? It always seemed to be the same old same old. Another thought crossed the child's mind. Were these androids remnants of the Steel Legion? Was Earth in more danger than she had thought? Maragai hailed Pan once more. Though Maragai wasn't even sure if the Saiyan would respond, she did want to leave a message to the woman. "Pan? It's Maragai. I've found her. I'm on my way now." With those words, the child ignited her aura before allowing her Ki to explode into a powerful storm. Her aura turned gold. Her hair flashed once, then twice before fully charging with Maragai's excess energy. It too, turned a beautiful shade of gold. Her amethyst eyes seemed to melt away before being replaced with twin emeralds. And from that position, Maragai pushed herself into the sky, feeling the wind rush over her skin as it struggled to fill the void where the girl's lithe body had once been. She had a Saiyan to save. WC: 1585 TTC: 3031 |
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| Aya | Jul 20 2015, 01:18 AM Post #3 |
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When are we eating?
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"She's going," A voice said to Pan. A woman sat next to the young Elite, a woman who looked remarkably like her. Almost exactly like her, in fact.It was as though a slightly older version of Pan was sitting next to Pan. Her armor was severely different, distinctly regal and traditionally Saiyan. With one hand she was running her fingers through Pan's hair, comforting the slightly spasming girl. "She's fighting your fight, rescuing your friend and you're sitting here crying like a human with cramps." Pan muffled a response. "Dear nobody can understand you with your head in your hands like that," The other woman said, "And listen, I'm not calling you a coward. You can keep having other people fight your battles for you, hell it's what good generals do. How many times did Chishan send soldiers to die so he wouldn't have to go somewhere himself? Now he's an Overlord of a planet the Saiyans don't own, according to rumor. Oh dear look at me I'm rambling aren't I?"She looked down at Pan and tilted her head slightly, "You know you should consider changing your hair style a bit I mean it doesn't look bad but change is nice once and again." Another muffled response. "I know, I know but it's habit. You know what they say. At any rate it'll be over soon. The one who declared wanting Levana's blood will be taken care of and you'll have done nothing. Again. Just like when you gave up against Maragai, you will have done nothing." The young woman stood up, "But that's who you are now, right? You're not as strong as you were, and you'll die as a result. Why even try fighting, right? What happened to you at the hands of the Androids. What happened to you because of Five Kay. Dying. It's all nothing, isn't it? You fucking coward. Stand up." Pan whimpered a one last response. "We are all scared it is a condition of living stand up, Pan." The Saiyan slowly, shakily shifted one leg around to place her foot flat on the ground. "Stand. Up." Her knee bent ever so slightly as she shifted weight onto it. Placing her palms on the ground, she pressed up as she put her other foot flat on the ground, shakily rising onto two feet as her tail wrapped around her. Her body felt heavy and uncomfortable but she was standing. "Sword." She reached to her side and grabbed at her weapon. "Go." Looking around, she was alone underneath the drop ship. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head dismissively. She had always been alone because of course she had. And now it was time to get to work. The Saiyan Elite, Pan the One-Eyed Warrior was ready to go. The Saiyan grit her teeth, rage overtaking her, and set off. WC: 480 TWC: 1926 TTC: 3511 |
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