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| 6 Years Ago... Part 1?; Off Switch Quest. | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 16 2015, 05:24 PM (136 Views) | |
| Rem | Aug 16 2015, 05:24 PM Post #1 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 10:15 PM Post #2 |
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Where’s the Off Switch? ---6 Years ago--- Power Level: 45,000. Sweat ran in rivulets down the Emerald Skin of the Namekian Paladin. Blood ran freely from his nose, and a half dozen wounds across his arms and chest- as well as caking the space between finger and fingernails- which had been busted repeatedly over the course of the training session he was currently undergoing. Apparently, if he wanted to call himself a Paladin and represent the organization, he would have to earn the right and prove himself. In order for the Justice league to be more active and capable of spreading peace through the Galaxy, they have each joined separate organizations. Doing so would enable them to share knowledge between the organizations. Kular Had joined the Damascus shadow guards, the planet being nearest to his home world of cataclysm. Sai, of course had flirted with the idea of being a paladin, but had returned to planet Vegeta to become a full Saiyan warrior in both name and respect. That left Rem. Rem, being a Namekian and from earth found it completely natural to join the Paladins of Avalon. In this universe at least, the paladins had discovered Namek and earth centuries before they had joined the galactic community in the dimension REM had originally come from. It has only been a week since the green skinned man had joined the paladins. Upon joining them he had been told he would have to go through a training regimen to prove that he had what it took to become one of them. It was tough. Rem had thought he was pretty damned tough before the training had begun. After all, he trained with weighted clothing in 30x Earth’s Gravity! That was pretty hard. It was only after he had spent the first few hours going through PT with the other grunts that he realized he was going to be in for one hell of a workout. The Paladins had warriors from all strength levels, and while Rem was stronger than their average Recruit, he didn’t even come close to matching the strongest among them. On Earth, he had been able to save West City multiple times with a power level of 45,000. Here, however, he began to realize just how dangerous the galaxy was, and how unprepared he was to face it. If the Justice League was to become a galaxy spanning organization dedicated to peace, then they would all have to put in extra work and effort in order to become powerful. Rem had to hope that both Kular and Sai were being pressed just as hard as he was. -440 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 10:26 PM Post #3 |
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1st Rank Renault’s Power Level: 72,000 Rem panted, taking a few steps backwards and lowering the practice sword they had given him- the sign that he needed to take a break. 1st Rank Renault, however, apparently didn’t think the Namekian had earned it. He attacked. Rems eyes widened in surprise at the show of unsportsmanship, and he tried to raise his blade to defend himself. He was too slow, again. Even as he was raising his blade Renault spin, twisted, and jabbed the tip of his blade into the Namekian’s gut. All of the air released from Rem’s lungs in a single instant. Padding or not, and blunted tip sword or not, the force of the strike was enough to send real pain roiling across his already bruised and abused body. Stunned, the sword dropped from the Namekians hand to the dirt. Rem tried to gasp, tried to breathe, tried to draw in a breath to ease the burning in his lungs- but to no avail. Renault’s eyes widened in something like rage at the instant the sword hit the ground. Rem knew he was in trouble as soon as he saw those eyes. Renault was easily set off, and when he was set off he liked to take his anger out on the 4th Ranks he trained and taught. Rem backed away, tried to bring his hands up in a gesture of surrender, or simply to protect himself. It didn’t work. Renault spun in a quick 360 arc, his sword whipping through the air and slamming into the Namekians unprotected side. There was pain, real pain. A crack. Ribs? Stars danced in the Namekians eyes as he fell to the side. He never hit the ground. Renaults foot lashed up from the ground after a quick stutter step, catching him on the side of the head and sending him careening upwards. Rem was disoriented, burning with pain, and unable to even think straight for a moment. It didn’t matter. Even as his body traveled upwards, Renault cut him off- simply seeming to appear in the air above him. Rem never even saw the Hammerblow that struck him upon the back of his neck- shattering two vertebrae, knocking him unconscious, and sending him hurtling to the ground with enough force to create a 20 meter diameter crater when he hit… -830 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 10:37 PM Post #4 |
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3rd Class Jin's PL: 33,000. Tap. Tap. Tap. Distorted, muted… Slow… Rems eyes opened to see 3rd Class Jin’s fingers tapping upon the outer glass of the rejuvenation tank. There was a wide grin on his face, widening even more as he realized the Namekian was awake and had noticed him. His voice sounded distant and strange. “I think if you drop your sword one more time, Renault’s going to kill you!” Rem rolled his eyes, one of the fewer ways to express himself that he had stuck in this contraption. His entire body was submerged in a large tank full of some sort of healing fluid. There was a mask over his face that allowed him to breathe. Apparently you could breathe the fluid somehow, and did so if you were unconscious, but too many people woke up and freaked out when they thought they were drowning that the doctors and techs just gave people breath masks anymore. It was cheaper and simpler than replacing a few thousand extra rejuvenation tanks each year. Rem wondered how long he had been inside, but knew it hadn’t been long enough. The last thing he had remembered was the shooting electric pain traveling down his body as his spine had snapped under the ministrations of his drill instructor. Fuck he hated Renault. This was the third time THIS WEEK that Rem had woken up in a rejuvenation tank. In his group of trainees, of which there were 12, only he had spent multiple sessions in the rejuvenation tank. The Namekian wasn’t sure if it was because he was the strongest of the group an Renault wanted to make some sort of bullshit point, or because he was racist, or if Rem had just done something to really, really piss the bastard off and this was his way of getting back at the greenskin. Whatever the cause, Rem seriously wished it would stop. He wasn’t a fucking Saiyan. He didn’t magically get stronger just because he got his ass kicked. In fact, spending so much damn time in the rejuvenation tank was SLOWING his progress compared to the other students. Jin had already, thankfully, spent two nights helping Rem catch up on some sword techniques and lessons he had learned after Renault had knocked him out. Jin was increasing in strength, too. They had only been in training for three weeks, and yet already Jin’s power level had increased from 31,500 to 33,000. Rem’s power level had gone from 44,500 to 45,000 and some change. His progress was damned slow. Too damned slow. -1260 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 11:12 PM Post #5 |
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“Aite, well we’re off for a 1,000 mile run in 20x gravity.” Shouted Jin. “So, lucky you for being in there, right?” Again his grin was back. Again, Rem communicated by rolling his eyes at the young humanoid. “Alright, check on ya later Remmy.” He said, slapped the rejuvenation tank once more with his hand, and then rushed out of the infirmary. Rem looked out at the world beyond his tank for a few moments, but there wasn’t much there. To either side were two more tanks, both drained and empty- no one else within the camp apparently needing healing as serious as he did at the moment. In front of him was a large sliding door, which Jin disappeared out of. To either side of the door were tables with various medical instruments and supplies. Would it kill them to put a TV above the door or something? Rem thought, closing his eyes and letting the sedative like effects of the healing juice suck him back under into a healing sleep. Hours later he would wake once more, this time to the sound of the last of the healing liquid being drained out of the bottom of the tank. A harness kept him from falling to the floor, and he quickly found his legs and got them beneath him so he could stand with his own power. The front door of the tank swung open then. Rem removed his mask, then unwound himself from the harnass and stepped out. An orderly handed him some standard issue under garmants to put on, and he quickly did so- shivering at the coolness of the medical center. Within five minutes he had signed all the necessary paperwork and gotten his gear and was strolling out of the infirmary, heading back towards his barracks. As he neared it, he could tell that his fellow trainees must still be on their run. No one was hanging around outside, smoking, joking, or just making small talk while they waited for lights out. He headed inside. He flopped onto his bunk a few moments later, sighing in relief that he had survived yet another day of training under Renault, and that it was over. He was really beginning to hate that son of a bitch. He tried to nap, but he had been in the healing tank for the better part of the day, and was fully awake. He pulled out an e-reader after a while, and dove into one of the various books on military history, tactics, and strategies that the Paladin commanders suggested to new recruits. He found himself bored out of his mind within a few minutes however, and decided to head to the mess and see if they had anything prepared. -1721 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 11:21 PM Post #6 |
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An hour later Rem was heading back to the barracks. His hunger sated, he figured he might just be able to fall asleep now. That was when he realized something bad was happening, however. He hadn’t noticed at first, seeing as how people were always running across the training base; but when the third person cut just feet across his path instead of sticking to the usual trails and paths, he began to wonder what in the fuck everyones problem was today. He turned towards the trooper that had just raced past him and opened his mouth to yell something about how rude the guy was when…. “The fuck….?” Rem asked, instantly forgetting the man. A few miles in the distance a massive black some trail was rising into the air. It was too big to be just a simple fire. Even as he wondered, though, there was a sudden explosion. The fireball was so big Rem actually flinched and took a step back in surprise and fear. Voices all around him began to rise then, in panic or confusion. Rem started to move in the same direction the other troopers were running- needing to see what the hell was going on. A few moments later he passed by the last of the barracks halls and ran right to the edge of the expanding Cougar plains before him. In the distance there was a massive building. It was burning. Rem knew that building. “Oh… shit…” He muttered aloud. It was the Gravitron Training Center for the base. It was set a few hundred yards from the barracks and hospital- because when you were messing with forces like manipulating gravity, accidents did happen occasionally. The last thing anyone wanted was someone setting the tron to x100 gravity and then causing it to explode or something. The results… well, the results might be something like what he was witnessing. Even as Rem watched, he saw figures stream out of the building. Some of them were running in fear, others were staggering along as if drunk. Still others were being helped along by one or two of their comrades, obvious wounds on their bodies. “They are attacking the training center!” One of the fleeing trainees shouted. Most couldn’t hear what he was saying, but with his Namekian auditory capabilities, Rem could pick it out plainly. He repeated it, and kept repeating it as if he was in a trance, or stuck in a loop, as he ran in a straight line from the TronCenter. “Who’s attacking?” Rem asked, furrowing his brow at the man, wishing he’d fucking explain a little better. He had nothing more to offer, however. -2167 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 11:29 PM Post #7 |
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“Come on, we have to help them!” Shouted one trooper, obviously not hearing the guy screaming about an attack. If someone was attacking, then they needed to take care of that before dealing with the injured or attempting to put out fires. Before Rem could say so, a half dozen other trainees either took to the air, or started running flat out towards the burning building. Rem started to move forward as well, keeping his distance, eyes scanning as he looked for threats. It was completely possible the man was full of shit. That he had experienced the explosions and fire, and assumed someone had done it. Rem headed for him, rather than the building. “They’re Attacking!” He shouted, right into Rem’s face, as the Namekian closed with him. The man tried to run past then, tried to flee. Rem grabbed him by the shirt, rotated his body, and slammed the guy into the ground with as much force as he could muster. The force of hitting the ground so fast and hard drove the air from the mans lungs and he OOMPHED. His eyes went wide, then started to clear from the shock and panic he had been displaying. “Who the fuck is attacking?” Rem asked the young man, not recognizing him. He must not be from his own training group, or any of those in the barracks near his own. “The… The…” The mans eyes were wide with fear now, but clearing from the fugue he had been displaying. “It’s the bots, man. They turned on us.” “What? What bots?” Rem asked. “The training bots. The ones in the gravitrons.” He explained. Rem thought about it, but it didn’t make any damned sense. The training bots were just floating little devices. They reflected energy attacks back at you, or absorbed them and shot them at you at variable times and distances. They were preprogrammed devices, like a Roomba. They couldn’t be attacking. This guy was obviously off his damned rocker. Rem figured the most likely scenario was that this guy had been getting his ass kicked by a few of the ‘bots’ in an intense training center, and then either the explosions or fire had started, he had gotten hit with a concussion wave, and in his confusion he misinterpreted what was happening. Something like that anyway… Rem let the guy go and moved away, taking a few steps more to the building. Trainees were streaming both into and out of the Tron Center at that point. Those heading towards it quickly finding wounded or disoriented comrades and helping them outside. The smoke was growing in size, and Rem figured that there had to be at least one fire in there that was getting out of control. -2625 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 11:44 PM Post #8 |
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Rem figured there were enough trainees and troops inside the large complex that he would be of little use if he went inside. Instead, he decided to check out the surrounding area. Something had to have caused this… He began to run to the side. The building was large, half the size of the camp itself, but even so it only took him about thirty seconds to reach the east side. He turned the corner and saw… something far in the distance. “What the hell…” he asked himself, unable to make it out and not having a great angle because the bulk of the building was still in the way. He began to run along the east side of the building until he got to the north side. The wind began to shift, however, and black smoke began to mar his sight. He coughed as he breathed deeply upon the acrid crap. “Damn it…” he muttered, moving past the building to try to get a better look at what in the hell was going on. The words of the man he had just stopped reverberated in his head a few moments later as he actually caught sight of what was going on. There was a long line of figures running towards the training complex. There were dozens of them! Hundreds! “What… the FUCK.” Rem shouted, rising into the air to get a better look. He flew around the whisps and trails of smoke. Sure enough, there was a column of what appeared to be metallic figures moving on the training complex. There was a massive amount of them. They were still a bit off, and Rem figured that at their current pace they’d reach it in about thirty seconds or so. He had to warn someone… Even as he thought that, he felt a sudden searing pain rip across his shoulders. He descended rapidly, letting his flight fall away and spinning to look behind him. A rectangular metal object roughly a foot wide with a large circle implanted within the middle fell towards him. LED lights blazed red around the outside of the circle, and a large red object sat in the middle. Rem knew what it was… It was an energy collection device. It was a weaker version of the absorption device many androids wore on their hands to absorb energy attacks fired at them. Rem realized the man had been speaking true after all. The bots were attacking! Rem thought about blasting the thing out of the air, but decided against it. While he was pretty sure he could easily overwhelm its capacity to absorb energy and destroy it with his ki attack, there were a lot of OTHER robots running towards the base. He didn’t want to expend the precious energy it would take to destroy this thing, for sure, when there were other, easier options available. The training drone kept coming at him, and any moment he expected it to attempt to light him up with energy attacks again. It didn’t. Rem realized it must have expended all it had collected with that first attack, and was coming in for some sort of kamikaze strike against him, using its body, its only remaining weapon. Rem charged it. At the same time he pulled free the sword on his hip from its scabbard. His free hand immediately went to the tip and removed a thick, cork like object from it. Then, he grabbed a rubber panel sheath that covered the blade and removed it as well. His training sword had just become a real one again by removing the protective items. -3229 |
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| Rem | Aug 19 2015, 11:58 PM Post #9 |
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Rem charged the training drone and slashed down as it attempted to ram into him at full speed. He rotated his body to the left as he brought the blade down so that the device would shoot past him without harm. The sword struck the eye of the drone square on. Sparks evident of eminent electronic failure spurted from the now cracked and bisected eye. Instantly, the drone made a beeline for the ground. Already, Rem could see two more drones rising from the training center below him. They turned and starting zipping in his direction. Even as they did so he caught sight of three, then eight, then twenty or so more rising from the black smoke. It seemed every drone in the training center was rising out of the smoke, preparing to attack the traiinees and troopers who had escaped, or come to help. “This is bad…” Rem muttered, tossing a glance over his shoulder at the still approaching line of Robots. They looked like basic combat models. Rem considered trying to yell out a warning to his fellow paladins, but they probably wouldn’t hear him above all the shit that was currently going on. He figured he only had one other option to get their attention quickly. Rem quickly charged up a couple balls of energy in either hand, then aimed them towards the front of the complex. He couldn’t really see through all the smoke and shit, but the attacks would be weak enough that if he did hit someone, it wouldn’t hurt them much. He shot out twin beams of energy from the balls. Those beams cleaved through the air and burrowed into the ground, right in the middle of where over 30 other Paladins were either rescuing, or being rescued. The response was immediate. Rem kept up the beams until he saw a half dozen other Paladins rise into the air to come investigate who was ‘attacking’ them. They didn’t have to wait long to see why. Just as they cleared the smoke one of the training drones fired a beam of energy at Rem from thirty yards. He dodged to the left, shot towards it, and cleaved it straight in half with his blade. The second bot attacking him apparently had no energy reserves, and came straight on. He simply raised his blade, aimed, and stabbed with all his might as it closed with him. It shattered into pieces as it drove itself upon the blade, falling back towards the ground. A half dozen confused Paladins were soon attacked by over 20 training drones. Rem felt bad about that, and hoped they didn’t think he had lured them into an ambush… “THE ROBOTS ARE ATTACKING!” Rem screamed at them, his voice as loud as he could make it. He pointed to where the other bots were coming from across the cougar Plains. “THEYRE COMING!” …. Tbc. -3712 |
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