Post by Bishop on Apr 8, 2022 6:33:09 GMT -5
Arriving home was probably the best decision he had made that day, because as soon as he entered the door it happened. The light, blinding, warm, but brief, encasing his body in its grasp. His mind raced with possibilities on what it was, a fail switch that a member of the Umbra Syndicate was using on him? Was it an attack from an angered target that he has yet finished hunting? However, the voice that followed hushed his internal thoughts.
It was like radio static, breaking in and out because of some kind of interference, but Bishop could tell that whoever it was needed help. His mind began to spin as fatigue settled in suddenly, crumbling him to his knee. With a palm holding his head he lifted his gaze from the floor to the bed. It wasn't too far away, he could make it. Each shuffle of his hand and knees only made the fatigue worse and with each inch closer to the bed, the further it seemed. Finally his hand lifted, shaking as if he were lifting the world, but just then, he collapsed.
Though he was a sleep he felt alert, conscious. It was strange, definitely the first time he had ever experienced such an out of body experience like this before, but there was something off about it. The first fatigue, the one that hit him like a brick, he had never felt that before. Bishop thought back for a second as he began to drift further and further away, was this slumber? Was he becoming more 'human'?
The drifting was worrisome and his mind couldn't properly comprehend the space around him, nor the distance. But the feeling along of drifting was abundant. As his head turned to the direction he felt he was going his perception shifted. No longer was it a drift, no, this was a full sprint- a warp speed like journey that knotted his wiring. A tiny light appeared in the distance and Knives couldn't help but turn his head slightly away from it's blinding touch. The force against his neck became more apparent the longer his transfer pressed on. Like a lance he pierced the radiance beckoning him into a void that sent a chill down his spine. In spite of that, the darkness greeted him like an old friend, carrying him to his destination as his consciousness finally awoke.
The howl of the frost bearing winds welcomed the android to the new world. Even so, as questions filled his mind, he couldn't help but to stand and look around. Two others were with him, one with silver hair and the other black. From the looks of it there was for sure a Saiyan, but what the other guy was stumped the cybernetic being. Wonder who this could be?
He thought to himself as his internal system began to process his question.System
: Initiate facial recognition... Processing..... Processing..... Processing Results
: Error, Error, no match found. What kind of person doesn't have some kind of digital footprint in this day of age?
He wondered, quickly cut off by the deafening voice that invaded his mind. The instructions were clear and Knives could only lay his eyes on the other and give a small nod to them- he understood. Faintly in the distance came the rhythmic beat of large footfalls. Like a drum the continued, perfectly synced. Metallic clinks broke through the roar of the frigid winds- these were no ordinary footsteps. This was the marching of robotic sentries!
Once more that damned word popped into his mind from a disembodied voice, survive! "Shit!
" Bishop proclaimed in frustration as his head quickly twisted left and right. There had to be something, anything! That's when he spotted it, a cave that seemed to run deep within the mountain itself. Before he even had time to react lasers began to appear across the Saiyan's torso. Red dots dancing over him slowly began to converge. Lifting his palm in attempts to be the first to react was when he realized another serious oversight- he was weakened. How did he not have the awareness of this before?!
"Fuck this shit.
" He growled, before turning tail and making a mad dash into the cave. Never the one known for plans, Knives Millions just reacted, no thoughts of the dangers that could lie within the cave.
727 / 1241
Post by Middy Midnight [Elite] on Apr 8, 2022 10:21:07 GMT -5
middy looked around and had his shield at the ready, he was weakened somehow in this timeline. he had his kung fu and his shield, and he could fly along with firing blasts. so in a way he was able to fight hand to hand if he had too. He sees the robot warriors coming and there were six of them. <This is insane, there's no point in running... they'd track us down like the cowardly dog i'd become if i retreated from battle. i know who i am, i'm not backsliding into dishonor>
The saiyan warrior now readied his shield, "alright, there were three of us and one retreated, there's only six robots so that's three robots for each of us, i'm not making a run for it, this is a trial of sorts i think... you know what? I don't care for this nonsense but for some reason that wizard wants us to prove ourselves to him. To him..." He said facing vegeta. "...it's sick and domestic entertainment that's he's getting off on.'
The quasi-immortal now shrugged. "This may get serious but this isn't my last day. There's six but more could be coming. I can't even sense energy..this is gonna be tough to tell you the truth, i have my fists, my arns, my head for headbutts, my legs, my knees, two feet and a heartbeat and as long as i have that, i will not break my saiyan pride by running from a battle i know for a fact i'd have to produce like a workhorse to survive. I don't know you or where you came from...but i know one thing, we have to fix this wrong. together we can beat these androids," he said seriously with himself flying in with a white aura and rushing in hot with a shield jab to the body but as he got close, he shot to the right, firing 9 blasts at the armored guard to blitz em out, then he shot up then fired another volley of blasts down at the two androids, 3 blasts clustered into one powerful blast were fired down at the robots in an attempt to take two of them out.
Post by Dr. Ghast on Apr 8, 2022 12:51:38 GMT -5
The Primeval's eyes opened, his entire body feeling groggy and somewhat sore, stiff even...as if he had been sleeping for days on end in a bad posture. As soon as he could feel the icy cold gnawing at his exposed ears, nose and lips, feeling or rather not feeling the numbness in his fingers, Ur'Alcyonis gathered that that was most likely one of the reasons for the way he felt. However, before he could even gather his bearings and figure out what in tarnation was going on, some miserably annoying voice managed to get into his head, both confusing him and certainly ticking him off quite a bit.
The advise or guidance or whatever the voice in his head thought it was trying to do, was in a sense rather condescending and quite frustrating. Did this voice truly think it could guide or control him? Did this voice not realize just who he was and who in his own name did said aforementioned voice even think they were preaching to? Surely his power was not what it once was and many have long forgotten the true terror his very name had instilled upon the primitive mortals in the times when immortals still roamed the multiverse aplenty.
Tilting his head a bit, the silver-haired man just let out a bit of a yawn, scratching his ear as he tried to lower the damn volume of the voice in his head, hoping he might actually block out the damn annoying voice all together. Alas, when the final words were spoken, the Primeval could only watch the two people that he got stuck with. One had not a single drop of life energy present within their body, which considering those incoming 'things' seemed to have the same issue, made the individual quite suspicious. Though in truth, perhaps the most disagreeing part to the man's taste was the saiyan he noticed being there too. He knew this one, a self-serving, incompetent gloryhound who was well known amongst the ranks of the Saiyan Empire as a maverick and honestly quite handful for his superiors to deal with: Middy or Midnight, a saiyan whose mere presence more recently on Arlia had managed to enrage the Primeval to the highest degree.
Ur'alcyonis had not decided what to do, but when the suspicious person ran away from any possible confrontation, it made it a bit obvious that this one had nothing to do with the absolute units that were coming their way. Though he hoped to at the very least do this a bit rationally and look over the options he had, it seemed there was no hope nor any time for such prudence in this situation, which was made abundantly clear when the saiyan just went apeshit and decided to take those incoming... 'things' head on. "Oh for My sake..."
Since he felt he wasn't in his best condition and wasn't willing to just face off against unknown assailants, the silver-haired man watched the saiyan's back and simply grinned wickedly. "I'll thank you for providing me with the opportunity to retreat..."
Raising his hand, the Primeval fired of a thin black beam of energy which zoomed through the air at insane speed towards the back of the fighting saiyan, hoping that if he'd be momentarily incapacitated, he could prove to be a nice distraction. AFter which the man would run as fast as his feet could carry him. "Now then...off we go..."
1)Fire suiken at Middy
2)holler it to the cave
WC 590 TWC 1,152
Post by Saibaman on Apr 12, 2022 0:42:40 GMT -5
Pagoma and Vegeta
Pagoma and Vegeta would find themselves in the middle of a battlefield. PTO armies descended upon the planet like locusts, crashing into battalions of Saiyan warriors. A myriad of different aliens composed the frontlines of the PTO army, preferring to fight with fists and blasters. The Saiyans were far fewer in number, but could take out entire groups of PTO Grunts with a single devastating attack. The ground shook from orbital bombardments, though no blast had gotten near enough to warrant a retreat by either side. It seemed as though the Changeling generals did not want to take out their own grunts, and were careful to limit their fire to only the outskirts for now.
"Whoa, are you alright?" a spherical, red alien asked. He looked down to Pagoma and offered a hand. A taller, leaner alien with four arms approached as well. "What do you recommend?" Even the weakest Changelings commanded respect on the battlefield, and it seemed the responsibility of leading their mission fell onto Pagoma's lap, being mistaken for a general. The ground thumping grew louder and louder... but it was not from the bombing. The full moon was blotted out by shadow, and if the trio of PTO soldiers were to turn their heads, they would see a towering Ouzaru approaching them. "W-what do we do!?" they shouted in unison.
Vegeta would find himself a bit further away on the battlefield. A couple of Saiyans were fighting nearby, but were too distracted with taking out their enemy to speak with their prince. They were sure that, as a Saiyan, he could handle himself. Their pride confined them just as much as the enemy. A group of four PTO grunts saw Vegeta weakened, and on the floor. Pictures of promotions and fame filled their head, and so they kept silent, deciding against calling for backup. A reward was better split four ways than forty, they agreed. However, their target had woken up, and collected himself. What would his reaction be? They raised their guns in anticipation.
1) Fight the enemy. This is war!
2) Reason with the enemy, or persuade/intimidate them. You're still unsure what is going on.
3) Flee. You're too young to die!
Post by Broly on Apr 12, 2022 4:31:23 GMT -5
The voice he had heard only once before slowly crept into his mind, like a walkie talkie with bad reception. Unmistakably it was the Supreme Kai of Time, which typically meant another timeline ending catastrophe had begun somewhere throughout history. Now, Vegeta was no hero- hell he barely considered himself sane. Even so, he found himself aiding in the protection of the timeline, albeit for his own selfish desires.
With that he allowed his mind to drift into the astral realm, as he had done many times before for both pleasure and business. It was a cold and welcoming realm, void of time, void sound, yet filled with it all if your mind could comprehend it. As he drifted on he could feel his consciousness began to go, his connection to his body finally severed by the gap between mind and soul. Then, like a light at the end of the tunnel, he blasted forward- a new world calling to him.
The sounds of bombardment woke the slumbering prince, a smile on his face as the call of war beckoned him to wake. Fluttering eyes laid upon the the swarm of soldiers from the skies. A cocked eyebrow would be all the explanation one would need for the Prince's confusion, but answers would need to wait. Currently this was a war between two factions- the PTO and the Saiyan Empire.
Immediately Vegeta had noticed his body's difference in power- he was weakened or at least much more out of touch with his power than he should have been. "Strange,
" he said, looking down at his gloved hand as he inspected himself briefly. "Maybe it's just temporary.
" He muttered once more. His senses were another story, they were as sharp as ever and it was easy to detect the snakes laying within the tall grass. "You there!
" Vegeta hollered, not looking in their direction at first. "What year is it?
" He asked once more, a deep voice booming from his chest as he questioned the small group that still hid themselves.
They remained silent at first, refusing to give away a position that they believed truly hid them. "I won't ask you again,
" The Saiyan Prince proclaimed, his left hand tugging at the bottom of his white glove as he clenched his fist tightly and tilted his head in their direction. Weakened or not he was still a warrior.
398 / 777
Post by Pagoma on Apr 12, 2022 9:35:02 GMT -5
"What the..." Pagoma started. An intense, bright white light filled his vision and he was unable to see. But unlike a similar technique such as a Solar Flare, Pagoma wasn't in any pain or uncomfortable. His eyes were wide open. He thought he heard some broken words through some sort of communication device. The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back and looking up. There was a familiar smell in the air... One of death and destruction.
"Are you alright?" Pagoma was in a daze, as if he had just woken up from a long slumber. A rather round, red alien had his hand out towards Pagoma, offering assistance to help him back on his feet.
"Am I dreaming?" Pagoma asked the Alien.
"Wow, you must have got hit really hard," the Alien responded.
Pagoma felt the ground shake followed by a loud thump. As the Alien helped Pagoma to his feet, this happened several more times. Just as Pagoma tried to warn the Alien who had helped him, a large and hairy hand reached out for the red Alien. A loud scream was let out moments before the Red Alien was severed in two by the strong hands of a gigantic beast.
"Is that... A Saiyan?" Pagoma asked himself. He had heard of their Oozaru transformation from Overlord Luther, but the tails of the Saiyans he knew had been severed (especially around a full moon).
"What do we do?" another Alien approached Pagoma, fear in his voice. It seemed like for whatever reason, Pagoma was in charge of this group of Aliens.
"Everyone!" Pagoma cried out as loudly as he could, attempting to act quickly. He had been in charge of Alien battalions before, but being thrown into battle unsuspectingly like this gave him no time to plan a strategy. "Focus your blasters and energy on the Oozaru!"
Dozens of small blasts of energy erupted on the angry beast, who let out a violent cry. Pagoma reached out one arm with a crooked smile, ready to cast an Imprisonment Ball large enough to trap the ape inside. But when Pagoma focused his energy, he was troubled with an unusual problem. The Hokaku never came. Pagoma knew the technique by heart. He also knew he had enough energy to cast the attack. But for whatever reason, it simply couldn't be conjured. Pagoma shook his head and tried once more, but to no avail.
"Whatever..." Pagoma muttered to himself. He raised a finger up at the beast and fired a thin, powerful blast of energy at the chest of the ape. Hoping his One Finger Blast would cause some kind of damage, Pagoma took a few steps back and waited to see how the Ape faired against his attack, combined with the barrage of blasters.
Post by Saibaman on Apr 13, 2022 1:11:26 GMT -5
”I won’t be running away. I’m here to fight!”
“Let us drive these enemies back!”
The Paladin smirked, equal parts vexed and impressed. "Then we must not fall." He patted his satchel with his hand, affirming it was still there, and wrapped both hands around his sword. A beam of energy nipped him on the shoulder, but as he staggered, his sword swatted away the next beam. He continued to charge forward, entering a grapple with one of the enemies. The exchange of blows took its toll on both fighters; it seemed like they were about evenly matched, with neither gaining the upper hand.
The remaining two Shadowguard troopers followed their comrade's lead. One crouched on their knee and pulled a sniper from their bag. These long-range attacks traveled with much more precision and velocity. One laser bullet would sink its teeth into Vlad's arm, and another would impact with Vlad's shoulder. Another one missed its mark, instead striking the ground. In his weakened state, it was apparent that the android had his work cut out for him in his decision to fight.
The last trooper wielded a pistol and a sword of energy. He swung the sword to Shell's attention, first left and then right, forming an X. However, they met with only the air. It seemed that even in Shell's weakened state, he may have been more than a match for this soldier. A final shot from the pistol grazed the Namekian's arm.
"Don't let them stall," the Paladin called out. "Or we'll be fighting more than just these three!"
Power Level: 10,000
Power Level: 1,500
Note: As you progress, you will regain your strength. For now, after taking attacks from the enemy, you have a better understanding of how weakened you are. While this is not a real fight and you cannot be killed, different prompts may open depending on if you are defeated. You'll have three actions.
Post by Shell on Apr 13, 2022 8:57:06 GMT -5
Hearing the words from the Paladin he looked in the direction of the brave warrior. Shell was now a Master Paladin General in the Protectorate. It would be interesting to see if he knew this man. Did he survive this battle? Did he retire? Was he still around in the protectorate? He wondered if AURORA could even figure that all out with the database which she ran under not being active in this part of history, but still would want to ask eventually. That is unless he straight up recognized the man. That was certainly possible too. It was hard to tell what he knew or didn’t know with all this time travel stuff going on.
Normally the Namekian was more than ready to get into a melee fight with someone. He saw the man with the sword and gun and smiled; an easy target for him. He opened his hands, waiting for the weapons to move into place, but they did not. Gripping his hands a few more times, he realized the time shift had messed with his power and techniques. He felt limited, but it wasn’t too much to handle at this point, he certainly would never forget how it felt to be this weak in the past. It is what drove him.
Shell’s distraction at the lack of his power, seemed to surprise him enough though that a gun blast crashed against his arm. Pain came with battle, but it also showed him that his instincts were not working at this point either. So many annoying little things to deal with, but he would be fine. Closing the gap, he kept his guard up slightly to be ready for the sword, but lashed out with a strong kick, looking to send his target backwards before rushing forward.
”Sir, it might not be advisable to go into such a situation without knowing what you are fully capable of. Might I suggest some more defensive measures?” AURORA suggested, as the AI kept close tabs on the battle going on.
The seer was already into his sequence though and didn’t want to hold back. He felt the best way to see what he was capable of doing was to actually test it. Melee would be a good start, but ultimately, he would have to look into what techniques he could actually use. It wasn’t a priority right now. Doing as the brave paladin had suggested and taking out these foes quickly was clearly more important to the mission he had fallen into.
Getting rid of the gun was his first priority. Shell would close the distance his kick hopefully made between the two of them and strike upwards with his forearm, looking to crash it into the arm holding the gun and at least keep it from being able to easily target him once again. His eyes didn’t leave his target though, knowing sword combat was normal in close range, he knew he had to be ready for anything.
Shell WC: 1751
Post by Vlad on Apr 14, 2022 0:02:34 GMT -5
Indeed, the synthetic man would end up seeing very clear the strip down of this time travel to be allot more detrimental to his chances than his previous leaps where yes stripped him of power but left him with all his tools his zero point energy, his advanced predictive model system, his advanced neural linking capabilities, his advancing machine empathy and developing system to influence organics to, beyond the gifts of his accelerating general AI that tickled the underbelly of super AI status, his internal arsenal, his ability to fly at will he took for granted far too often. <hmm and without facilities here to get a military speeder, lack of hypnotic suggestion capability don’t think there are many chances to animal handle on Namek during a conflict like this., besides the blasts flying round here likely could likely drop any animal that would try to interfere with the schemes of the invading party, it would just be more unnecessary casualties. >
Vlad looked around for hostiles which he could comfortably engage with these limits he never really had to contend with, especially that limited maneuverability getting an error 404 when he tried to engage his anti grav flight system.
The android, lacking his borderline precognitive predictive model to work in concert with his highly advanced long range sensory, took the blows. Memories of the early time of the war began to play in his mind the facts reinforced that… yeah steel legion did not start the war it merely miscalculated in when to take advantage of the failure of the organic held governments and their fatal failure to resolve issues diplomatically, timing and open threat that made them a foe to rally together to best. Also, he was reminded another thing of early on in the war he became intimately familiar with. Shadowguard marksmen are not something to be sold short man.
in an instant his arm went from glowing green in his HUD to orange as the sniper bits bit deep into his form and reminded of a draw back of having human like sensors, it offered an angle to overheat him by overstimulating his pain receptors, and pain was a pretty biting negative to be reminded of, clearly his defensive combat system had also failed or at least was way taken down this was in no means a dulled prick of pain it was actually quite a discomforting jogging of memory to put it mildly.
He accessed his combat response data and found while most combat systems were unresponsive, a limited pool of 3 move options lay before him. He had enough resources to recall 3 of his most base combat functions. <well if that don’t just speak to an unlucky day, choice 1… limited on heavy responses, but mouth blast may do a bit of a dent. 2 my optical rays are quite accurate and will offer some counter to the sniper and others that will probably see ranged as the best way to engage a synthetic frame. Still don’t want one thinking that ranged is all I got so any try to use close range engagement… hmm my shoes foot cuffs still have active plasma links, I can use dynamite kick give those chargers a shock. >
Vlad looked to the sky a bit to potentially throw the sniper off of reading how he would respond, awareness of the sniper’s existence allowed him to pin the presence in his sensory and he lobbed a mouth blast weighed down by plasma like a siege cannon ball strapped with an impact trigger mild explosive round exploding in a blast door busting isolated boom that would damage the sniper ruin their cover or both. <oh that makes the air stimulate taste sensors weird. I forgot how strange that makes the air taste after.>
He then quickly alternated fire from a knee shot and a shoulder shot with eye beams. First strike generated a lot of smoke and 2nd seemed to impact something, but the smoke made it unclear if it was the target or kicked up debris.
Post by Saibaman on Apr 20, 2022 4:34:21 GMT -5
1) Flee to the cave
Knives and Hal
Knives quickly fled to the cave. After Ur'Alcyonis fired his attack at Middy, he followed Knives. A stray beam of energy hit him on his way to the cave, but it would only be a flesh wound. The duo had no further trouble; they would hear the firing of lasers behind them for a few more seconds, and then... silence.
The cave was not overly complicated; there was mostly only one path, and where the path did branch off, those paths would be quickly revealed as dead ends. The biggest issue would have been the absolute darkness. The cave had winded enough that the entrance was no longer in view, and the light from the outside world was long-gone. The quiet would be broken every now and then by the sound of pebbles falling from the path. Eventually, a flickering light would be seen...
As the pair approached the light, they would see something marvelous. A settlement of aliens lived here, either unaware or unafraid of the robots that had been patrolling the surface of the planet. They were short and characterized by their large, round eyes that took up most of their face. Their mouths were beak-like, and they made strange clicking noises to one another. Some seemed to be crafting metallic tools, and others seemed to be cooking. Some were even simply resting. What they all had in common was fire; each group of these aliens were huddled around a make-shift pedestal of fire. The pedestal was made out of bronze, but was hastily made. A basket was placed at the top, and in the base of the basket was some sort of round, blue scale from some sort of animal. Filling the scale was lava; this was their heat, their light, and their way of life.
In the distance, as the cave opened wider, the duo would be able to see the source. There was a large lake of lava that these aliens had settled near. If they had any thoughts on the situation, they would have been interrupted at this point.
"What are you doing here?" A bulkier alien accosted them, pointing a spear in their direction. The spear seemed to be quite heavy; it dropped toward the floor, and every few seconds the alien would become aware of this, raising it back up with an effort-filled grunt. "These folk don't want no trouble, so I keep the trouble out. They don't speak no language other than their own." The spear lowered once more, but instead of lifting it, the alien pointed to his head with one hand. "I learned it, I did. It's not a very nice sounding language. Sometimes they say things just to confuse me, though, I know. They talk about the slithering noises at night, and how their children have been disappearing."
He lifted up the spear. "But I won't get scared, nope, I won't!"
1) Learn more of your situation and surroundings.
2) Fight the RBC Units
As Knives fled, Middy bravely charged toward the robotic hoard. It seemed him and Ur'Alcyonis would be in for a challenge; they would need to each take down three RBC units in their weakened state. The Saiyan unleashed a weak barrage of energy, enough to knock half of the units back. Of the units that did not get hit by this attack, two turned their attention toward Middy. The third continued to fire lasers at Ur'Alcyonis.
----Report from the [Examination Unit]----Unit 10032 currently in combat with life form. Damage sustained. The retaliation of the attack simulated with <<586.3%>> of the output----<Now Deploying>
As Ur'Alcyonis fled to the cave, he let out a weak beam of energy, which knocked Middy aside. Of course, in a one-on-six, his fate had already been sealed. The RBC units grabbed onto the Saiyan, and the others began to pound their metal arms into the hapless victim. They would continue to do so until the sounds of their attack began to sound wet.
<Reading>Code 5623F943A1B761 Script B Activate----<Assimilate>
All would go dark for Middy. It was unclear if it was his own self being disappointed, or if it was something else entirely, but the last thing he would hear was a sigh. "...id to ...ur...ve...".
It would not be clear how much time had passed, but Middy would awaken. He would not be able to move; simply opening his eyes would be a challenge. It would feel as if the commands from his mind were meeting with resistance; his body was not sore, yet it refused to listen and move. At least he would not have had to feel the numbing cold nipping at his extremities. Was this death?
----Directive from the [Assimilation Unit]----Script B completed successfully. Unit 20069B awaiting further orders. <Standby>
Middy would be unable to turn his head to see who was talking. Though, it hardly mattered, as they mostly all looked the same. There were minor differences in their body; some units had large claws as their hands, and others had miniature turrets covering their torso. Others seemed to have dozens of eyes. Each unit belonged to a certain category, and they had been altered at their time of assimilation to best fit their new role.
<Reading>Macro Welcome Script Activate----<Hello. Designation Unit M1DDY. Confirm Script B's successful completion. Move motor units>
Middy's arms would move; first the left, and then the right. And then his legs would move as well. It seemed the assimilation had been completed. Then why did that disappointed sigh return? Middy should have felt at peace. No emotion. No thinking. No... thing.
"Perhaps some use can still be salvaged from you." The voice then paused, as if contemplating. "Very well; it is decided. Move, warrior!"
A surge of willpower would overtake Middy, and his thoughts and movements would once more become his own. He would feel much stronger; still weakened from the time travel journey, but his new robotic body had made him more powerful, if only by a moderate amount.
"Seek those who left you; who betrayed you; grow stronger, so you may have your vindication!"
Of course, the group of RBC Units had discovered something was off by now. They surrounded Unit M1DDY with weapons aimed.
<Reading>Code DC143CB Script G Activate----<Designation Unit M1DDY. Confirm Script B's successful completion. Stand Down>
What would the Saiyan do? There did not seem to be any obvious exists in sight. Four of the units seemed to be in the immediate vicinity; for some reason, the other units did not seem to care. It was as if, because they were not the group to perform the assimilation, they were unaware that anything had gone wrong.
3) Stand Down
Post by Dr. Ghast on Apr 20, 2022 6:24:49 GMT -5
Though he had thought to have managed to escape the whole ordeal with those strange robots unscathed, the moment he had managed to reach the cave and the other companion who actually ran off as soon as the robots came in view, Ur could feel a stinging sensation in his left side when he was breathing heavily in order to regain his bearings. Looking down, he noticed he was wrong, he had not managed to get out of that situation unscathed. There was a tear in his overcoat and a gash in the skin on his side, black liquid trickling down his skin and soaking his rather expensive shirt and vest. "Really, I should start wearing my armor more often...or cheaper clothes."
Seeing as there was not much he could do, he just buttoned up his vest again, moving into the only onward direction the cave seemed to provide.
As he wandered through the cave, hopefully with the stranger in tow, it looked like this was a rather safe place. Barely, if any light was present at first, with eventually nothing but a complete darkness, sounds of pebbles occassionally falling down and the usual echoing of his own footsteps. Not sure what to think of it all, the Primeval simply continued to walk, every so often stopping in his tracks and looking around to make sure he hadn't lost the other guy.
The lack of light and the seemingly endless cave gave the man some time to think things through though, wondering how he got there and where and when exactly 'there' was. Perhaps even more pressing was the fact that he could feel he wasn't nearly in the same ballpark compared to usual when it came to his strength, though considering the strange nature in which he awoke on that unknown place, he could've assumed it was the result of acclimating to the situation. Whatever it was, the Primeval was certain that all it would take was some time to allow his vessel to simply rest and regain its strength...
When Ur could see the faint light in the distance, a faint smile crept onto his face, a feeling of satisfaction grabbing hold within him when he could feel heat coming from the place the light originated from. Light and heat, two things he deigned most useful to regain his strength. Yet as he pressed forward, finally getting a glimpse of what was the reason for the light and heat, the man could only observe and wonder what kind of creatures he had encountered. Despite having had eons of knowledge stored within his mind, despite having seen the rise of the majority of the mortal races, he had to admit that these creatures were new to him.
Without warning though, the Primeval suddenly found himself on the wrong end of what looked like some sort of spear, held by one of those creatures. Alas, luckily for Ur, it looked like the spear was not suited for the small being's physical build, as he could see the tip of the weapon precariously lowering every so often, with the creature seemingly struggling to keep it pointed towards its much taller and larger...visitors. Perhaps even stranger was the fact that this particular individual was capable to speak the common language, at least to a certain extent.
Placing a finger against the tip of the spear, the Primeval tried to gently push it aside, showing an interested expression on his face when there was mention of something slithering in the night. "Would you kindly explain to me...where we are and what you are? As for the introductions, you can call me Ur and I'm a... human, I suppose..."
WC 620 TWC 1,772
Post by Middy Midnight [Elite] on Apr 20, 2022 10:14:08 GMT -5
Midnight looked around and was surprised, after being beaten down and assimilated he had one goal in mind, getting revenge against Ur for hitting him in the back like a little honorless bitch. He now wondered. <hrm, i'm machine like now...i wonder how this works......> He then used his onboard computers.
<Dianostic underway....checking systems, triggers and coding loops....judging strength and speed as well as toughness...Dianostic Complete, now scanning....scaning is incomlete, error minerals are inconclusive. Advicing Reconassance .>
Midnight now sprinted down to where he was before Ur hit him from behind and dropped him, leaving him to his fate. He didn't know who the guy was or what happened but he knew there has been a change. Withn a couple of minutes he would then spot a cave and would now approach them but not before calling it in and having reinforcememt on route to make a perimeter around this area to trap the other android and 'human' here to be assimulated.
Post by Bishop on Apr 20, 2022 12:32:29 GMT -5
As his feet shuffled through the snow, tracking a small amount inside the mouth of the cave, he heard the rapid zap of lasers. Looking back over his shoulder he could see only one of the two men who were originally with him. It was the white haired one and by the looks of it he was slow to react as his clothes had become tattered and a fresh wound had appeared on his side. However, after only a moment of tending to his wounds, the white haired man had buttoned up his vest and proceeded forward- without a single word to Bishop.
This was fine for the android as it might have been hard to explain his mechanical nature given the circumstances. But regardless, he found it rather awkward tailing the man. There was nothing more than silence, well that and the ever eerie fumble of a pebble that might have fallen every once in awhile. Still he pressed on, only stopping whenever the man in front of him did. Who was this white haired man? Why was he perfectly fine with turning his back to a stranger? What had happened to the Saiyan that was with him? The thoughts lingered in his mind but he didn't find the courage or will to ask as they continued to press on in silence.
Eventually the duo came across a path that led them to a light. It was dim at first, growing brighter with each meter closed between them, until finally it was blinding. Before his ocular sensors could even adjust his artificial skin began to warm with the sensation of a gentle breeze that felt more like a warm breath. Hot, humid, and inviting they pushed on, breaking the threshold of the light to see a colony of bug eyed aliens spread throughout the cave. They had bloomed their little village with life, moving around like busy worker bees as they crafted and harvested without a woe in the world.
Yet before a word could even be uttered a voice interrupted his steps. He tried to shuffle back into the darkness like a rat, but it had seemed his movements were too slow and the brute had seen them both. Damn.
He thought to himself, hanging his head slightly as he shook it while running his hand through his hair. The heavy, or unbalanced, spear pointed at them showed just how eager the man was to protect the village, speaking on their behalf as they had not spoke any other language. Knives simply rubbed his chin, listening to self introductions from Ur and then followed with his own.
"Call me Bishop. We were hiding from some kind of robotic patrol units, so we just followed a path until we got there.
" He said with a deep voice, cutting straight to the point and answering the man's question without much fight. "I agree with this guy though. Can you tell us a bit more?
" Bishop said, resting his back against the mouth of the cave to relax after their long trek.
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Post by Saibaman on Apr 22, 2022 2:09:59 GMT -5
The blasters were drops of water against the dense Ouzaru rock. With time, these drops could carve the rock; but in war, time was in short supply. The Ouzaru grabbed one of the aliens in the group, leaving only Pagoma and the other two that had greeted him. Its giant finger smashed down into where the alien was, leaving behind only a trail of paste and other biological remnants.
"It's now or never!" one of the aliens cried to Pagoma.
The other alien chimed in, raising his blaster to the Ouzaru once more. "We need a plan! This thing is too tough!" The fur was not even singed. Perhaps the aliens could have used their numbers advantage against the normal Saiyan warrior, but it seemed that the Ouzaru form would prove difficult to break. If it only had a weakness, perhaps the three of them could find a way to exploit it...
[Turns remaining until Ouzaru attacks: 1]
With their plan of ambush in tatters, the aliens seemed to pause, not knowing whether to continue with the attack or flee. The confusing question certainly did not help move them to action. "What?" one of them asked. Their target should have known the year. Thoughts began to fill their heads, such as 'What tactic is he trying?' and 'did he hit his head?' An amnesic prince would be easier to tame than the normal wrathful one.
The intimidation did prove useful to one alien in particular. "I-I got to get out of here!" he cried out, running away as fast as his legs would allow. It seemed only three of them were paid enough to risk death. That, or they did not believe fighting Vegeta was any risk at all.
"It's the second year of the Great War," one of them finally answered. "You Saiyans can't win; you're just mercenaries for hire. We're loyal for hire. We'll only fight for the PTO and for the glory of Lord Cold!" The alien charged forward with a roar. The other two aliens acted as support, firing their blasters toward the Saiyan prince.
[Attacks toward Vegeta: 1 SA, two blaster shots (equal to beam balls)]
Post by Pagoma on Apr 22, 2022 9:49:31 GMT -5
Pagoma shook his head as he watched the Aliens try their best and fail to do any damage against the Oozaru with their blasters. Pagoma should have known that these bottom of the barrel Aliens would also have bottom of the barrel weaponry, but he had foolishly hoped for the best. As the Saiyan beast pressed a single finger down on one of the Aliens assisting the Changeling, a bright lime green explosion erupted around them, painting the scene with the Alien's blood and entrails.
"Disgusting," Pagoma said to himself. "What a weak, fool."
"We need a plan!" one of the other Aliens spurt out to Pagoma. The Changeling shot back a look of daggers. Who was this low-level Alien fool to question the powerful Changeling's methods? Pagoma had to admit he was still getting his bearings after being suddenly thrown into the fire after being in his Spacecraft only moments before, but the Changeling was a warrior and always ready for a challenge. Particularly a challenge against a Saiyan, his least favorite of all the other races.
"Hush! You fool!" Pagoma quickly shouted back at the Alien, his spit flying through the air. "Shut up and listen to me! Both of you!"
This sudden reaction to the Alien's lack of respect seemed to gain its attention along with his comrade. They both ignored the Oozaru and listened to Pagoma.
"Quickly," Pagoma said as clearly as he could make it. "Focus your firepower on the eyes of the Oozaru."
"You!" Pagoma pointed to the smaller of the Aliens to the left. "Focus all your firepower on the left eye."
"You!" Pagoma looked at the Alien on his right. "The same with the right eye."
"Yes sir," the Aliens said in unison, parting ways with Pagoma to carry out their tasks.
"Now then," Pagoma said to himself. He rose in the air, waiting for the Aliens to find their marks. He looked into the eyes of the Oozaru, making eye contact. He could see that the large ape was focused on the Changeling, or at least appeared to be. It made sense to Pagoma that the Saiyan was ready for a more worthy target. Just then, explosions came blasting towards the Oozaru's eyes. Pagoma had no time to wait to see their result, but hoped that at the very least these blasts in a sensitive area would prove to be a great distraction for the Saiyan beast.
"I like my monkey well-done," Pagoma cried out, teasing the large ape. He breathed in deep and exhaled a large plume of flames, targeting the Saiyan ape's face and fur with his blast. Pagoma hoped that if he could catch the Oozaru beast's coat of fur on fire, taking it down the rest of the way would prove to be much easier.