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Post by Broly on Nov 25, 2024 21:46:56 GMT -5
Broly’s massive frame nearly dwarfed the serene and orderly room that Broly stood in the center of. He was in some sort of… dojo. His chest heaved with deep animalistic breaths reminding himself of the storm raging within him. This was all wrong, too still, too quiet. On the polished wooden floors, dim light of lanterns bounced and revealed racks of weapons - wooden swords, staves etc.
He didn’t belong here.
His mind was fractured and chaotic, it couldn’t make sense of his surroundings. The cloth against his skin was unfamiliar. He snarled down at the white karate uniform draped across his shoulders, gi top stretched tight over his broad chest and the fabric strained as if it might tear from the sheer power of his musculature. The black belt around his waist was alien, like a shackle. Who would have dressed him like this?
Another surge of rage went through him at the questions. A primal explosion of a roar wheezed from him, a voice that shook the weapons on their racks, and echoed through the empty dojo. His instincts grated against the fragile serenity of the space. Then he remembered… “Yes, I was trying to use the gem of telepathy… But where is my opponent?”
His heavy footsteps thudded repeatedly as he paced the room as if he were a caged beast. He glanced at the weapons. Their simplicity mocked him. Wooden swords? Staves? They were like toys... But the racks were calling him, rousing some long forgotten challenge.
He reached his massive hand out, grabbing a wooden training sword. He inspected it, curling his lip in disdain, but as his fingers closed around the wood all the same. He swung it and it came down in a wide arc. It felt pitiful compared to what his bare hands could destroy.
What was this feeling?
The rage tore at him, wanting to be let out. He snarled and threw the sword across the room where it splintered into pieces. However, it hadn’t been as satisfying as he’d expected it to be. Things were still quiet, aside from the sound he’d just made.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 25, 2024 22:14:49 GMT -5
Vlad was still formatting his body to the growth his part in taking down the bag of bugs, it was quite a chaotic event, and he had grown a note worthy degree tho to large swaths of the galaxy he was aspiring more so than capable but rather well respected as a captain who stuck to his ethical convictions and commitment to his oath of aiding others in what way he could, life was always a work in progress so always finding out better methods and encountering scenarios that need a specialized approach was a constant chain of lessons that popped up in ways one would least expect and often in very ill opportune time
After doing a few hundred vertical push ups he felt he configured his growth as efficiently as it could be at the current time he was trying to set all in order, he then decided to enter the mental space to encounter hopefully a new face, what nature would the encounter play out? That was the choice of the other, he was ready for any potential activity or communication, he defaulted to engage 2.0 combat frame functionality with a focus on speed in case one decided to do a sudden attack as the mental realm attracted all kinds of people so good to be ready, and the only indication of any higher form active was abnormally bright and segmented LED eyes.
He found himself in a plane that reminded him one of Avalon's many dojos, a figure that was to be the one he would be going against if the readouts were clear was quite above his weight-class in power even with his utilization of superior output efficiency combat functions and did not appear to be in a stable mood, so the synthetic man readied himself. He got into a protective stance, arms whirring with electric motors in concert with a very metallic form and exposed ball and socket joints, making it quite clear the type of entity was before the saiyan figure.
“Hi, names Vlad, captain Vlad of protectorate philanthropic support, can I be of any aid?” he offered tho remained guarded indicating the offer tho Ernest was being made with at least some measure of reading the room and the displayed mood that calm negotiation was likely not the way things would shape out here.
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Post by Broly on Nov 25, 2024 22:38:09 GMT -5
The fiery storm in his eyes began to subside, but his chest still rose and fall. The towering Saiyan turned to the voice, his face twisted into a mix of lingering rage and confusion. Standing before him, synthetic being 'Vlad' was calm, but guarded, and introduced himself.
Vlad didn’t anger Broly – if anything the sight of finally finding someone made him feel a lot less frustrated. He said, “I... lost control.” His massive form relaxed and his arms fell to his sides. His aggressive green aura started fading away. His eyes went soft and their color changed back to a calmer black. He was free from his rage and he simply knew he was in the right place, doing the right thing.
Broly looked around the dojo, at the broken wooden weapons scattered around, the dented walls. His lip curled into a faint smirk, one of guilt and amusement mixed together into something lovely that never really makes sense. “I’m fine now.” He said, more to himself than to Vlad.
Finally, his gaze returned to Vlad, finally noticing the synthetic man’s stance, his preparedness. Curiosity flashed in Brolys expression and he cocked his head to the side. “Nice to meet you Vlad, I’m Broly. You’re not scared? Most people would have run by now. As for aid… I don’t think I need any…”
The Saiyan turned his head to the center of the dojo and lifted his arms in a neutral stance. “Fancy a spar? Let’s see if that body of yours can keep up with mine.”
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Post by Vlad on Nov 25, 2024 23:55:52 GMT -5
The robotic entity let his shoulders fall more relaxed as he watched the organic return to calm.
The robotic eyes had a glow of awareness far above most purely inorganic entities. A self and emotions genuine in spite of their origins non biological composition, admittedly his emotions operating a little differently granting they were products of scenario and rational reaction as well as variables that indicate a vast array of variant variables of if the situation leans positive or negative as well as other digestible factors and social protocols and the androids own current state of mind. Organics were far more extreme and chaotic in ranges of emotions, as Broly’s own conflicted face spelled out as the android was unable to determine a dominant state of mind in the conflicting and for many interpretations logically contrary emotional states.
“Saiyan powers draw heavily from emotion in my database, you are quite powerful.” Vlad admitted as his sensors projected how much power the binds and fibers could take without tearing thanks to the ki pools flowing with the oxygen in his frame it was quite high, but Vlad had a habit of running into beings more powerful than him.
Or at least more powerful than he was ready to allow himself to become for fear of what point obligation would compel him to do ethically troubling things with that power to satisfy his oath or to feel like he is honoring his oath as well as such power would enable him.
“I have encountered many more powerful than I and the nature of my body and other core systems makes danger a lot less compelling to require retreat and I feel that if such a crossing must turn combative attempting and failing to fight is closer to satisfying my oath than retreating without throwing a punch,” the androids voice was emotionally subdued in a semi-monotone.
He smiled, “sure, a spar in the mental realm could be fun and allow us to test our approaches”
hard-light gauntlets enveloped his hands and reinforced knuckles came to view
“Go ahead and set the temperature for us.”
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Post by Broly on Nov 26, 2024 14:58:07 GMT -5
The Saiyan heard the faint whir of the mechanical constructs forming over the android’s body. He didn’t know what the technology was, but that didn’t matter. Strength was strength, whether it was physical or mental or… metal.
Broly smiled, his sharp canines catching the dojo’s dim light. “Vlad, you’re an interesting one,” he said, his voice edged with excitement. "You talk a lot about oaths and ethics... Quite different from how I operate but to each their own.”
“Saiyan power does come from emotion, you got that right. I’m noticeably weaker when I’m not blind with rage”
His stance slightly shifted so that he was a little more evenly balanced. Then, he lunged forward with explosive speed, such speed it closed the distance between them fairly quickly. The first strike was a sharp jab. His movements were deliberate and straight forward. It would be clear that he was a brute force kind of fighter.
Just as quickly, Broly pulled back, slightly bouncing from his feet. “Show me what that fancy tech of yours can do.”
The Saiyan’s aura started to flicker just a little followed by a green tinted energy rippling around him like a living thing. Broly moved again, throwing jab after jab to test out his opponent’s durability and speed.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 27, 2024 6:42:51 GMT -5
Vlad scratched his helmet at being called interesting. “It is quite common for those that serve the soldiers of Avalon.” he said matter of fact in under tone as the bulk nature of his speech remained the unbroken semi monotone clear non organic vocal production.
The inorganic being quickly had his armor fix itself tightly to him as he engaged combative modes the mechanical integrative nature of his paladin armor coming clear and his hand pushed up fast sending his opponents initial attack away, thank rapid predictive models for the reaction window he had and how his HUD always had on hand the most efficient path to defend against a foe faster and stronger than him. Giving him as good a window as one could ask for to defend themselves when so outclassed. It was better to have scientifically precise instruments in one's brain than to rely on intuitive guesses.
The android met a good couple of jabs with his palm, tossing them aside with a skill that showed he was a defensive style fighter and his sensors well honed to melee reaction.
He countered with a leaping hook kick looking for a blow to the solar plexus, already suspecting he would have to count on either well placed blows or powered up ones to get an edge on this one.
The android nodded, deciding to match the temperature more or less to the organics, tho as the organic was mightier than him, he would have to give his melee strikes a bit more oomph to be a fighter worthy of sharing the battlefield with power of Broly’s tier.
He was a master at fisticuffs but only recently put thought into how to maximize the impact of those protocols and expanded library of moves he was an experimental unit based on replicating human abstract thinking and individualized neural processes not a built combat unit, and he held distaste for most fighting outside when it was needed or in a simulator like environment/regulated setting. Still, he holed to give the large organic a fairly fun warm up brawl if all else failed.
He decided to open things up on his end with a whirling kick empowered by a shock-wave behind his foot before impact to grant dynamite force to the kick then landed in a crouch and letting an electric aura envelop him and come out of his knee as thrusters ejected him towards Broly’s jaw line before bringing his hands together in a powered up hammer blow style blast punch
feeling content with the combo he fell into a defensive stance again, “hope that was a respectable showing of my emerging style.”
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Post by Broly on Nov 27, 2024 12:02:03 GMT -5
The android’s palm had nearly mathematically deflected Broly’s initial strike, its efficiency impressive in deflection. Vlad’s counter attack was swift, and deliberate. The android knew the force and angles of the kick, and the mechanical strength behind it arced toward Broly’s solar plexus. At the last moment Broly shifted his weight with his massive forearm intercepting the kick with a satisfying clap of impact. His boots ground against the dojo floor as the force behind the blow pushed him back a step.
Broly admitted, shaking out his arm as if testing the strength of his opponent’s strike, “Not bad.” “You have some power in those moves.” I hope you have more than that though!”
The wind of the next blow tousled his hair as Broly leaned back, barely able to avoid taking the full force. He couldn’t get a word in before Vlad stated using his thruster to shoot forward. The Saiyan didn’t block or dodge this time. He didn't lean away from the force, instead he leaned into it, his muscles flexing as the force connected with his jaw. The strike caused the dojo to shake with the sheer power of the blow, and Broly staggered back a bit
“Now we’re talking!”
He took a moment to gather his thoughts that had gotten jumbled in the blow. “Yes, I like your ‘emerging style.’ It makes me wish I had a mechanical body too. You’re holding your own. And I don’t think I can take it easy on you anymore!”
His energy started to surge and he planted his feet on the ground. The green aura flashed, but this time it gave off a roar like a blast of lightning as it surrounded his body, all of it so bright it might hurt to look at for organic eyes.
Broly charged again with a burst of speed. He triggered a flurry of rapid punches, firing them to see how Vlad defended. His fists pulsed, darting out to strike in various angles, left, right, high, low and Vlad would have to move quickly to block the meteoric barrage.
A barrage ensued followed by a feign at a right hook, where he spun into a roundhouse kick which sent the force of his leg swinging toward Vlad in a wrecking ball fashion. Broly’s momentum didn’t falter whether it connected or not. He landed on his feet, and immediately moved into a shoulder charge, his mass flying on like a freight train.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 28, 2024 5:31:17 GMT -5
The android sneered the spar was exciting the lack of actual (lethal anyway) threat, it was a good trial of their capabilities.
Vlad let his true power to come out as well as his firmware integrated his efficiency regulator came to full impact on the secondary and tertiary power supply inside him a discoloration on the human like skin of his face and the whites of his eyes giving over to midnight blue as his iris stuck out as a cyan tinted green optic system as his appearance maintaining functions were stripped for system output.
LEDs through his body shown with flowing liquids surging as his liquid cooling came to push on his processor and reactor systems accelerating their cool down resulting in significant power rise while maintaining a closed system not eating into any weapon energy reserves.
“You are mighty yourself, neither can hold back clearly. Still robotic bodies do have their benefits still organic beings can take the caution they need with their more limited stamina pools and millions of years honed instinctual survival in a way that no predictive models can keep up with and out of the box thinking that turns tirelessness into a moot advantage if not an odd way a handicap with tactics bordering on formulaic. I am grateful to never know what fatigue feels like outside mentally back logged and over taxed in that way, and having my pain sensory something I can toggle at will is nice, but I know my robotic nature is just an alternative set of systems over a biological one, not a worse one and surely not a better one. Steel legion made the error of embracing that hubris view of electrical machines over biological ones, and it cost them everything. ”
vlad rubbed his head “Sorry I was a social unit to start, and sometimes I can go a bit long-winded, in a manner of speaking, as I don’t have lungs or that kind of ‘air’ outside a supplemental cooling routine resource.”[/b]
Vlad dedicated his heightened speed to evading the assault seemingly vanishing in the blink of an eye aided by his bodies reactive experience on the gravity well planet in his effort to build a greater degree of speed.
The ending punch met his guard and forced him to cross arm it opening his torso to the big boot, causing sparks to cascade for a moment from his body and sending him flying back into a wall.
His redundancies came in and took the shock, calibrating it into his expectations for future blows so it would not backlog him again processing the sheer force.
Vlad then opened his photo receptors receiving visual of the large warrior barreling towards him, and he got out of the way, rocket boosting above the big bad broly as he practically demolished the wall he impacted.
Vlad smirked landing just behind the big man who would no doubt turn to him and gave him a thumbs up, right before the right hand giving it decoupled from his frame and launched itself at the solar plexus, a surprise propelled punch.
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Post by Broly on Nov 28, 2024 8:24:22 GMT -5
Vlad’s form shifted, the android’s form changing to release more of his capabilities. Vlad’s synthetic face was being overtaken by a midnight blue discoloration and the Saiyan’s sharp eyes caught the glow of LEDs.
Broly rumbled, amused, 'You’ve got a lot to say. You're tough, Vlad, but I'll give it to you… You can take a hit, and you know how to move. Not many can keep up with me for this long.” It was true, he usually ended most mundane fights with one or two punches. Hell, just dropping his fist on someone’s head was usually enough to squash them like a bug.
His massive frame tensed, then relaxed for a moment, before coiling back into readiness. He said, and his voice was calm but laced with intensity. “Saiyans rely on instinct. It’s in our blood. It’s every battle, every strike… it’s all who we are. You… you’ve got something else. Precision. Strategy.” He smirked. “It makes this fight fun.”
Activating his accelerated ability, Vlad’s speed blasted with nearly invisible velocity. Broly’s quick instincts saw the movement of the android, but the sheer efficiency… He muttered under his breath, “Ffst.” “Good. I like a challenge.”
The clash came quickly. Vlad’s crossed arms took Broly’s ending punch, sending sparks cascading from the android’s frame with a force. The crack of the structure as the impact sent him hurtling backwards into the dojo’s wall echoed throughout the room, the smash reverberating in his ears.
He missed his next hit and then suddenly Broly’s solar plexus was smashed by the unexpected projectile hand. At the last moment he tried to twist his torso to turn and lessen the blow… but it was too late. The hit knocked the wind out of him and he crumpled to the floor unexpectedly.
He gasped for breath then finally got to his feet. “Didn’t see that one coming.”
His green aura came back to life, crackling like a storm around him, and then the Saiyan took a deep breath. Alas he was a lot more tired now than he had been before. He’d expended his rage in one big hit and then he’d been humbled by the rocket hand. He ended up putting his fists down and shaking his head.
“I think I’m done fighting for now. You’re a social unit, eh? Meaning you don’t like to fight? Where does a robot like you even end up? I think you mentioned Avalon – is that sort of like your home base?”
Broly was back to his normal self, with his super saiyan hair turned back to black. He felt a lot more conversational now that he’d gotten a little fighting out of his system. He knew that this telepathic link they had wouldn’t last forever, so he decided he might as well use the opportunity to learn a thing or two about his opponent.
“Personally, I’ve been on earth for a while, though I have my eyes set on Vegeta. I think I might join the Saiyan Empire to get more in touch with my roots. I’ve put that off for far too long.”
The large saiyan wasn’t all that versed in galactic politics. He was much more of a ‘fight first and ask questions later’ kind of saiyan. That probably fit the description of a lot from his race, now that he thought about it. When their time was finally up, he waved goodbye and faded from view.
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Post by Vlad on Nov 29, 2024 1:23:50 GMT -5
The android tilted his head intrigued by the large powerful warrior, a simple exchange then a brief closing bit of dialogue? Well that was unexpected, thought he would be in a lot worse shape by the time dialogue would be called for. Ah well, he would agree to it.
When it was clear Broly meant it, Vlad's own body vented a good deal and his LEDs went in a reverse loading like a bar pulling down as his iris became far more human like again as his combat functions regressed back to his general operations.
“At least I was not wired to draw on combat as an inspiration or attracted to it as a function, my distaste for combat outside necessary or regulated sports positions is my own ethical/ emotional response. Avalon is one of the galaxies top powers up there with your specie's own empire and the PTO, it is home to the paladin order which I supplement as a captain. I joined it in a war on earth back before the steel legion conflict placed earth’s position in the grander universe in flux, Earth is my home as my human base modeling may hint. Back then I was conflicted to join the paladins or the scholars, it was the paladins' commitment to not only preserve knowledge and technology but protect and nurture life and an expansive definition that would incorporate my kind as well among life forms, at least those that pass an exam of independent cognition.”
He nodded, “I have friends in the saiyan empire as well I aided a saiyan ambassador when a rogue royal guard tried to bring war to Vegeta and kill the ambassador and one of king Vegeta’s children”
Vlad would listen to any potential response broly may give and salute him with a fist clanking off his metal chest where a heart would lay.
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Post by Broly on Nov 29, 2024 7:32:30 GMT -5
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