“All seems to be in order. We’ve collected all of the evidence and sent it off to headquarters for processing.The Planet Trade Organisation thanks you for your assistance, Recoome.”
Recoome shrugged. “Recoome just happened to be in the neighbourhood.”
The woman he was talking with smiled. She was humanoid in appearance, with long blonde hair flowing down her back and wearing an even longer white lab coat. She held a clipboard in her hand, and was making notes on it even as they talked. A twinge in the back of Recoome’s mind reminded him forcibly of Professor Garnel, who had died mere feet from where they now stood.
“Well, your presence is appreciated. We had no idea that the professor’s work was getting so out of hand. It is fortunate that you managed to stop him - although disappointing what happened to his research.”
The pair looked over towards a large bank of computers which were emitting copious amounts of smoke - along the side there were scorch marks that looked as if they had been battered with a ki attack. Recoome raised his arms and ran it through his hair, smiling sheepishly.
“Recoome tried to contain the beast as best as Recoome could - unfortunately, there was some small collateral damage. Although Recoome is sure that the work could be recreated with the minds on Planet Frieza?”
The woman looked him over, her eyes calculating. “We certainly could - although we would need the right specimen. There was a rumour spreading around that the Professor had found a secondary source of the Beast Serum, but contained in the genome of a specific race. I don’t suppose he said anything to you before he passed away?”
Recoome shrugged. “The professor said many things to Recoome, but nothing of importance. Mostly begging for his life - something that Recoome was not feeling generous enough to bequeath to him.”
The woman nodded, seemingly placated. “Well, if you do think of anything, give me a call,” she said, handing him a small business card. Professor Ellen Vasro was all that it said, along with a small dial code that he could input into his scouter. Recoome nodded, looking back up at the woman. When he did so however, she had already vanished.
Recoome shrugged, walking over to the stairs leading up to the surface. As far as he could tell, he had managed to allay the concerns of this professor and successfully hide away any indication that he knew what was going on here. His eyes moved almost subconsciously to the remains of the large tank that still hung on the wall. The creature that had come out of it had been monstrous, enough to almost defeat Recoome in a good old-fashioned slugfest - something that had never happened to him before.
Could it be that this woman would be able to unlock the secrets of this enhanced beast serum? And maybe, just maybe, Recoome could unlock a power even greater than he already held?
He shook his head, looking over his shoulder at where the professor had stood. For better or for worse she was gone, so he wouldn’t have the opportunity to ask for her help. But that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be able to research on his own, of course…
Looking down, he slowly opened his balled fist. There was a small vial in the palm of his hand containing a deep red liquid - the last vial of the professor’s Beast Form serum. Recoome had managed to extract it before the Planet Trade Organisation cleanup team had appeared, destroying the rest as he did so.
He walked up the steps slowly, his mind on the serum. His fist closed slowly as he made it to the top and pushed on the metal doors, which were now hanging off of their hinges and barely put up any resistance. There were a few soldiers moving about on the ground level, seemingly doing a final sweep of the base before the construction crews came in to carry out repairs - or the rebuild, which would probably be a better way to describe it.
Recoome’s final attack had destroyed much of the base, leaving little more than the foundations still in place. The few hard drives and papers that had survived had been taken by the procurement teams in the first sweep, leaving little behind for them to see now. Recoome raised a hand in greeting at one of the soldiers who stopped and saluted, before he walked out of the thing that had once been a doorway.
Out on the blue grass of Namek, Recoome let out a sigh. He needed somewhere that he would be able to conduct some research - or at least, be able to carry out some tests. His mind whirred through possibilities, but none were suitable. All were under the watchful eye of the Planet Trade Organisation - except for one.
With a smirk he raised his hand to his head, extending two fingers, and concentrating on his destination. With a faint whoosh of expelled wind he was gone.
-Recoome’s Bunker, planet Unknown-
The hulking behemoth of a man reappeared in darkness, breaking the silence around him with his breathing. He raised a hand and let his ki flow into it, creating a makeshift torch around his balled fist.
The room came into focus. It was a large open space, but with very few things in it. In one corner was a large bed, and another there was a wardrobe and various pieces of battle equipment. The rest of the room, however, was Recoome’s training space.
This was where a much younger Recoome had lived before joining the Planet Trade Organisation - this is where he had dreamed of becoming the man he was today, where he had sweated and toiled to make himself worthy of joining the Organisation that he had craved so much to be a part of. And now it would provide just the place for him to test out his newest weapon - the Super Beast Serum.
“Recoome is home.”
The words acted like an activation phrase, causing the white lights ahead to sputter into life. Recoome let the light in his hand fade and dropped his arm back to its side now that the entire hideout was illuminated. His eyes moved automatically to the trapdoor on the ceiling, and was pleased to see that the huge heavy bolt was still closed across it. That, coupled with the thick layer of dust across the floor, told him that the hideout had not been disturbed since he had last been here many years before.
He walked over towards the wardrobe and unbuckled the remains of his broken armour. It fell to the floor with a clatter, disturbing the dust around it. Recoome’s fingers ran along the chest of his under armour, feeling the hole where the creature he had fought had pierced him. He shuddered at the memory, the feeling of the metal spike grating against his insides.
He pulled it off as well, depositing it next to his armour. He pulled open the creaking doors of his wardrobe and pulled out some of his old training gear - a pair of shorts and a black vest, which he quickly threw on.
When he had lived here, he didn't have access to the wealth and riches that many new members of the Planet Trade Organisation had experienced in their youth. He didn’t have special training equipment, or enhanced gravity generators, or even anybody to teach him. Everything he had, everything he had learned, he had done alone. This had caused quite some strange looks when he had first signed up for the Organisation in the Outer Rim, but he had quickly changed minds when he had stepped into the sparring ring.
And now, he was back in the same situation. Without the resources of the Planet Trade Organisation to fall back on, he would have to do things old school, at least for the time being. Part of him regretted this, but another part of him revelled in it. He hadn’t had true freedom like this since he had joined the Planet Trade Organisation, and he was strangely looking forward to toiling away like the good old days.
He stepped into the makeshift ring in the centre of the room, holding the vial of liquid in front of him. He moved it from side to side, watching the liquid moving quickly from end to end of the small vial. Did he just drink it now? The problem with that would be that this was, as far as he knew, the only vial of the serum left in existence. If he found that he needed it to awaken his power every time, then he wouldn’t be able to use it more than once. But if it worked as he hoped, if it activated something within him and allowed him to transform at will…
For Recoome, it was worth the risk.
He pulled the top off of the vial and poured the liquid into his mouth, feeling it sliding down his throat with an odd metallic taste.
For several seconds, nothing happened. Recoome looked at his hands, expecting some kind of reaction, but there was none. Seconds turned to minutes, and still there was no reaction of any kind. A small grumble began to grow in Recoome’s throat. Had he managed to pick up an incomplete serum? Was this perhaps some kind of working model that the professor hadn’t yet completed?
And then it hit him.
Recoome dropped to his knees as a guttural roar escaped his lips, pain flooding his system. He could feel the serum pumping through his veins now, throbbing through his entire body. His vision faded slightly before focussing, albeit with a strange red tint at the edges. He gritted his teeth together to stop the roar from continuing, his hands now on the floor as he bent over.
His eyes opened wide, his pain momentarily forgotten. There it was again - the voice he had heard on Namek, the one that had given him the power he needed to defeat the Super Beast.
Your body cannot take this. Purge your system.
The words were in his head, but didn’t seem to come from his ears. It was as if the voice was within him a part of him - but before that day, he had never heard anything like it. It was soft and angelic, a woman’s voice, and nothing like anything he had ever heard in the living world. It compelled him to action, and yet soothed him at the same time - all in all, it was one of the strangest things he had ever experienced.
But he obeyed. His jaw clenched as he reached deep within himself for the power that he had used just earlier that day, and found it much easier this time. With a grunt of exertion he pushed down deep within, and the pain stopped.
Once more a thin blue film coated his body, even giving his vision a strange blue tint. The red of before had vanished, and even the throbbing in his veins had stopped. Whatever was in the serum had been seemingly washed away by this influx of power.
The air shimmered in front of Recoome, and he rose to his feet. It coalesced into something almost physical, lifting the dust around it to almost give itself a form.
“Who - what - are you?” Recoome asked, trying to make sense of the ever-shifting form before him.
I am nothing, but I am me.
Recoome scratched his head. “Do you have physical form?”
I can if it would make you feel more comfortable…
The form began to change slowly until Professor Vasro stood before him, her long white lab coat billowing in a non-existent wind.
“Is this more to your liking?” the figure said, running a hand down her lab coat to straighten out a crease. “Or would you prefer it without this?” Her hands slowly moved up to the collar of the coat and started to pull it off of her shoulders.
Recoome growled. “Enough games! Tell me who you are!”
The figure shimmered again, turning back into the formless figure from before.
I already told you, Recoome. I am me.
“But what does that mean? Where did you come from?”
Now that is the right question.
Recoome felt something like a smile coming from the shimmering figure, but he had no idea how he knew it - it had no mouth of any kind of face, after all.
I am the power that resides within you. I am the thing that you call your ki, your energy.
Now Recoome was confused. He had studied the effects of ki when he joined the Planet Trade Organisation, but he had never heard of it manifesting itself in physical form.
No, the Planet Trade Organisation know nothing of my manifestation. There are few who do - perhaps the scholars of Avalon are aware, but it is not widespread knowledge. You see, for most people ki is just what you believe it to be - a force from within that grants energy and power to those that harness it. But, for you, that is different.
The world around Recoome shimmered now, replacing the old hideout with a vibrant landscape. They stood on a plain of deep red grass, with a huge star shining overhead. In the distance was a city, apparently bustling with activity.
No. This is the home planet of your ancestors, known as Rauvv. Here is where your race was born, where your ancestors lived in peace.
“Rauvv? I’ve never even heard of it…”
No, you wouldn’t have - it was destroyed hundreds of years ago. You are one of the few remaining members of your race, the Rauvvur. The ones who survived the planet’s destruction fled across the outer rim, fleeing from the one who had destroyed their planet. Over the years many of them mated with different species, diluting the bloodline.
Their surroundings changed then, revealing instead the inside of a large room. One of the sides of the room was open, and a spaceship sat waiting with its landing bridge open. At its foot were two people, one of which was holding a bundle.
”You need to go,” said the male, not holding a bundle. His shock of orange hair fell about his shoulders, which were corded with muscle. The woman he spoke to didn’t cry - she didn’t seem to be sad to be leaving, but angry.
”I will not allow this tyrant to destroy everything that our race has made here - we can fight-”
”If we fight, we will die. I can hold him off for a short amount of time, enough for you to escape - you need to do this. Continue our line - don’t let it be for nothing.”
The scene moved closer to the pair, and Recoome could see that the bundle in the arms of the woman was in fact a child.
“I-is that me?” Recoome asked quietly, but the presence inside him scoffed.
Of course not you idiot. Didn’t you listen when I told you this happened hundreds of years ago? These are your ancestors, some of the rare lucky ones who managed to escape the destruction that was to come. Less than a thousand of your people survived that day, and the number has been dwindling ever since. Some, who mated with other species, have the genes of the Rauvvur locked deep within them, activating only in direst need. And an even smaller number still, such as yourself, truly represent what the Rauvvur were back then. Your bloodline, although not pure, is much stronger than many others. That is why the Professor wanted your genes to experiment with the Beast serum - it is the genes of the Rauvvur that he was after.
The scene faded away, and within a few seconds Recoome was back in his bunker, facing the shifting light that floated before him still.
“But what does all of this mean?”
It means that you don’t need the serum, Recoome. All you need to do is learn to tap into the power that is already within you. Taking the serum is much more dangerous for you than it is for anybody else - the presence of even more of the Rauvvur gene would destroy you, no matter how strong you are. You purged it this time, but I wouldn’t risk it again.
Recoome nodded slowly. “So how do I go about activating this? The Professor mentioned something about using anger to activate the gene - do I just need to get angry?”
The shifting light scoffed - somehow. Anger is the crutch of a journeyman. Your genes are already activated, they have been your entire life - you just need to make use of them. You just need to concentrate, like you did back on Namek. Unlike that form, however, this one will not create any drain upon you - it is, after all, part of your being. Your power will rise, and your strength will become more like the ancient warriors of old. Now, try it.
The sound of boots scuffing along the floor echoed around the bunker as Recoome spread his knees. He clenched his fists slowly, reaching deep within himself. He could feel his power within him, but he knew it was simply the same power that he was already tapping in to. He just had to find a way, somehow, to reach the power that the light had told him about.
He let out a small sigh and released his hold on the form he was currently in. The blue aura faded from his body and his shoulders slumped visibly - he hadn’t realised how much strain holding the form had been putting on his body until now. Rolling his neck, he reached inwards again, this time probing much more softly to find what he needed.
It won’t feel like a change when you find it… It will be as natural as waking up in the morning.
The words were obviously intended to help, but they didn’t really. Grunting slightly, Recoome closed his eyes. He had never really been one for meditation - he found it by and large to be a waste of precious time that could be spent training or practising his magnificent poses. That in itself was one of the main reasons he had learned the Instant Transmission technique from the Yaidratians on planet Yaidrat - he didn’t have time to be travelling in a space pod, meditating as he flew between planets.
Don’t get distracted…
Recoome shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He could feel something within him. Unsure what it was, he probed further, poking and prodding at his subconscious.
And then he felt it. A wave of energy passed over him, and his eyes shot open. He took in a deep breath through his nose, as if feeling fresh air for the first time. His senses sharpened and he began to pick out details that he had never even thought possible - single flecks of dust floating through the air, the faintest whistling of wind hundreds of feet above him. And in his arms he felt a newfound strength, a power that seemed almost natural.
You have done it, said the voice. Recoome looked and the light coalesced once more, this time appearing as a woman with shoulder length black hair. Her face seemed familiar to Recoome, but he couldn’t place it with anybody he had met in the real world.
“Yes, you have dreamed of my face,” she said, for the first time making her voice physical. It echoed around the bunker, song-like in its fluctuations and perfectly pure. It was like a waterfall of molten gold, beautiful and fluid all at once. “I am always with you, Recoome - inside you. This form is just a manifestation of your own power. Everything I have told you today was already within, locked away behind walls of your own making. The rest you will learn in time, when you are strong enough - when you are ready.”
Recoome nodded, comprehending the words with ease. “Recoome understands,” he said, allowing his body to stand at ease. He looked at his giant hands, still surprised to feel no familiar tug at his strength to maintain this form. “Recoome thinks that it is time that Recoome tests out this new form - it has been a while since Recoome has had some fun.”
He smiled then, but the figure before him was already gone. This time he didn’t fret looking for her - he could feel her within him, but also not. She was right that they weren’t two separate beings at all. They were Recoome, and they were going to cause some destruction.
-On Planet Ridla-
The wind whipped viciously around the behemoth as he stood in a desolate valley. Death and desolation were all around him, with no life to be seen for miles around. Except for one tree, growing in the midst of nothingness. Recoome waited patiently at the base of it, eyes scanning the horizon every few seconds.
He had been alerted to the location by one of his contacts within the Cosmic Empire, and had travelled here by the will of the Cosmic Emperor himself. The tree had been suggested to him, and he had been more than happy to oblige. He had collected the seed and travelled at once, planting it in a valley that had once been teeming with life. Now the tree had absorbed it all, and Recoome still waited.
They had expected somebody to come. They had expected some kind of resistance. But there had been nothing. No alarms had been raised, no valiant heroes had come to save the day. Recoome had been looking forward to a fight, but he had to settle instead for a snack - and a tasty one at that.
At that thought, a fruit fell from the tree. Recoome shot his hand outwards and caught it, a grin etched on his face. This was the fruit of the Tree of Might, said to give immense power to one who ate it. The only downside, if you could call it that, was that it had to absorb the energy of an entire planet in order for the fruit to germinate.
As if on cue, a crack appeared at Recoome’s feet. It widened and spread, revealing a bubbling pool of lava beneath. Still grinning, he stepped over the crack and raised the fruit to his lips. He bit into the juicy flesh, allowing the ripe blood of the fruit to leak over his chin, dripping onto the floor and evaporating with a hiss.
As the fruit moved down his throat, he felt the truth of the legend. Power flooded through him, power greater than anything he had known before. His eyes flashed red for a second as he took another bite, relishing the divine taste of power. A laugh grew in his throat, echoing across the soon-to-be destroyed planet.
Recoome disappeared from where he stood, just in time for the ground beneath his feet to fall away as the planet core collapsed in on itself, taking the planet with it. But before it did so, Recoome’s last words rang out through the valley.
”There are no more heroes in this galaxy.”
Last Edit: May 11, 2020 11:38:01 GMT -5 by Recoome