Post by Virion on Jul 28, 2012 5:39:19 GMT -5
((A continuation from this thread: wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=trainingarchive&action=display&thread=2744 ))
It was early morning as Virion concluded mulling over his thoughts and set about his desired course of action, not that such a distinction between night and day made much difference to a bio-android that never slept. Hanging back in the tree’s Virion had perched motionlessly through most of the night, thinking and adjusting his body in preparation. His sudden movement now caused a bird-like creature to startle and take flight, the bio-android springing back to life expectedly for the namekian avian. Virion made his way towards the stream, a wicked glint in his eyes.
With a number of namekians training once more within the warrior camp, the group of three whom Virion had first followed to the village began floating in the direction of the main city, accompanied this time by an extra member. Virion guessed that they must have been intending to use the gravity chamber once more.
They flew low, and Virion realised that were he to remain that he would be detected. Rather than hide however the bio-android moved in for ambush. These warriors were strong by the average namekian standard, their training evidently serving them well. Such people would be useful to him in the coming days.
The four floated along, a light-hearted banter developing between them, the man second from the front turning backward so that he could fly in reverse while still chatting with his companions.
“That’s exactly what I’d expect of a westerner like you” chuckled the burliest namekian in the group, answering to some comment made by the more angularly featured grinning companion who had just joined them for today’s excursion.
A twisted appendage harpooned from the forest beneath, pinning the leading member and drawing his down into the shrubbery below. The others let out a shocked gasp, but in the same instant Virion appeared behind them, his two arms grasping the back two warriors and similarly ploughing them into the undergrowth by stretching and deforming to unreasonable length, His tail reaching out and plucking the final member out of the air as he attempted to flee, dragging him back around in front so that the insect-like bio-android and the stunned namekian now stood face to face.
Without a change in his impassive, vulturine expression Virion’s hand reached forward. The namekian warrior looked down to his friends, and could see through the tree line three shadowy figures, each grasping one of his companions. He saw one of his friends collapse to the ground, but was drawn back to his own predicament when a biting pain lanced through his chest. He let out a stifled cry, but was soon drowned in insensibility.
After a lingering moment the pulsing gurgle of Virion’s bio-essence entering the namekians body abated. Carelessly Virion dropped the namekian to the ground below, one of his duplicates snatching the man out of their air with an extended tail and drawing them into the showy tree-line. The namekians all lay there, eyes rolled into the back of their head . In a couple of minutes they would become alert once more, already their skin taking on the darker hue Virion’s infection invoked. The Virion clones re-merged on the forest floor, drawing into line as each strode towards their destination, slowly converging into one body.
In the distance Virion could hear the gentle trickle of the flowing stream, and the somewhat distant sounds of impacts and energy attacks from the sparring namekians in the warrior village. Virion had gained a new perspective during his mulling, and had adjusted his body both for the previous feat and the current task soon to be at hand. The warrior settlement would be a useful acquisition, the small village he already laid claim to lacking the raw numbers he would need to orchestrate the second part of his grand plan.
Small creatures cooed, the dappled lighting coming through the tree leaves creating an air of serenity and calm. The sound of flowing water grew stronger, he was nearing the stream. The tree line suddenly opened up, and the bio-android paused in his slow, measured pace.
He took in his surroundings, analysing them. This was indeed the water source that he sought, its emerald flow stretching out, reaching down to bring life and prosperity to the nearby settlement. They relied heavily upon it, the warriors drawing water from a small side-dam to quench their thirsts throughout the day.
“Excellent” He mumbled in his oily voice, taking up his stride once more. He came up to the water’s edge, entering into the stream without shifting in his stride. Further out he slowly marched, his body submerging into the depths, not even a change of expression to denote the shift from aerobic to aquatic environment.
Below the water’s surface, standing on the bottom breathlessly, Virion drew his hands out at his sides, palms raised. Looking up at the glistening, flowing surface, the bio-android almost gave the impression of a religious man, hands out-stretched and peering towards the heavens, embracing some form of god or another.
However, in the following moments a purple, misty substance began extruding from the maws in his palms, to be carried away in the current and all but dissolving as it followed the water’s flow. The seam along Virion’s chest also separated, the purple cloudy liquid bellowing fourth below the surface, almost like blood in the water.
The substance permeated the stream, soaking into it’s surroundings. It was Virion’s bio-essence, and although an indirect dosage it would insure that all who come in contact with the contaminated stream would soon enough join Virion’s cause. The village he had taken was weak, not warrior born. Virion would need more able-bodied warriors if he plan was to come to fruition.
Their transformation would not be immediate, and given enough time his essence would wash from the stream and be gone. However the warrior clan’s own village was working against them, the side-dam able to hold to a single volume of water for many weeks, even months, and even the well tapping into this same spring. It would be more than enough time to see the whole village exposed...
Walking back out from the stream, water still trailing down his body, Virion ventured back into the forest. He teleported to where the infected namekians lay, the four of them having somewhat awoken from their stunned state.
“Soon enough the rest of your village shall re-welcome you into their camp, for now however discretion is a priority. I will not tolerate any meddling in my own affairs. Do not venture into the City as you had intended, or back into your own village before it is time. It may be some days before you can return to your fellows, I will trust you to be patient.” He eyed each one in turn, who still stood slightly unfocused, none of them looking at him directly.
“I have matters of my own to attend to…” Virion concluded, turning away from the group and beginning to stride away.
One of the infected namekians who had been sitting got up to his feet, swaying slightly before catching himself and locking Virion into his gaze
“But… what do you want us to do?”
It struck Virion as an unusual question, but as he went to answer an idea drifted to him.
“You’re right, perhaps I can put you to some more… immediate use” He began striding back over, an ominous gleam in his eyes. The namekians shuffled towards him, hesitation in their stride.
“Come now, I do have use for you after all” He said, a sadistic twinge to his tone. As he spoke the seam along the front of his body began to open, horrid appendages and tentacle or worm-like growths reaching forward towards the namekians, some with unevenly placed, serrated teeth. It was through this that he had sucked the life out of the namekian elder, and realisation dawned on the four exactly what sort of ‘use’ Virion may have for them.
The namekians eyes widened, fear growing, and yet a sense of duty emanating from behind this.
“So be it” Said one, bowing his head in acceptance. The others looked to their friend, and soon the fear in their eyes disappeared, they too bowing their heads.
Virion let out a low chuckle. He moved slowly, inexorably, one hand reached out to the nearest, index finger extended as his arm arched in an almost cobra-like motion. Three internal appendages from his chest cavity reached out towards the others, stretching and slinking almost as if blindly feeling their way towards their pray.
Virion’s hand reached forward smoothly, the finger lightly jabbing the namekians collar bone. Similarly the three other appendanges also lightly contacted their three targets, not striking out as expected at all and certainly not biting through flesh. The namekians did not move at first, but after half a moment they began to stir questioningly, looking up towards Virion in almost the same instant as a sudden rush overcame them.
The rush lurched their bodies, and in one disorienting moment they found themselves in an entirely different area. Virion retreated his contact with the group of four, his arm returning to his side and the internal tube-like out-reaching retracting into the maw-like opening of his chest, which closed back over and sealed shut.
“We’re here” Stated Virion, striding away from the group. They all looked at each other, a sense of bewilderment and relief lighting the mood incredibly. Sheepishly one of them laughed, and soon they all joined in. Looking around they could see Virion floating up into the air, approaching a copy of himself who floated arms crossed and back turned. They were up in a vast mountain range, and soon noticed some other namekians in the air, appearing to be on the lookout, flying in some sort of patrol, searching for something?
Floating up into the sky they seemed to instinctively understand now, and joined their existing brothers. Without a word of questioning or confirmation they got to work.
The search was on.
It was early morning as Virion concluded mulling over his thoughts and set about his desired course of action, not that such a distinction between night and day made much difference to a bio-android that never slept. Hanging back in the tree’s Virion had perched motionlessly through most of the night, thinking and adjusting his body in preparation. His sudden movement now caused a bird-like creature to startle and take flight, the bio-android springing back to life expectedly for the namekian avian. Virion made his way towards the stream, a wicked glint in his eyes.
With a number of namekians training once more within the warrior camp, the group of three whom Virion had first followed to the village began floating in the direction of the main city, accompanied this time by an extra member. Virion guessed that they must have been intending to use the gravity chamber once more.
They flew low, and Virion realised that were he to remain that he would be detected. Rather than hide however the bio-android moved in for ambush. These warriors were strong by the average namekian standard, their training evidently serving them well. Such people would be useful to him in the coming days.
The four floated along, a light-hearted banter developing between them, the man second from the front turning backward so that he could fly in reverse while still chatting with his companions.
“That’s exactly what I’d expect of a westerner like you” chuckled the burliest namekian in the group, answering to some comment made by the more angularly featured grinning companion who had just joined them for today’s excursion.
A twisted appendage harpooned from the forest beneath, pinning the leading member and drawing his down into the shrubbery below. The others let out a shocked gasp, but in the same instant Virion appeared behind them, his two arms grasping the back two warriors and similarly ploughing them into the undergrowth by stretching and deforming to unreasonable length, His tail reaching out and plucking the final member out of the air as he attempted to flee, dragging him back around in front so that the insect-like bio-android and the stunned namekian now stood face to face.
Without a change in his impassive, vulturine expression Virion’s hand reached forward. The namekian warrior looked down to his friends, and could see through the tree line three shadowy figures, each grasping one of his companions. He saw one of his friends collapse to the ground, but was drawn back to his own predicament when a biting pain lanced through his chest. He let out a stifled cry, but was soon drowned in insensibility.
After a lingering moment the pulsing gurgle of Virion’s bio-essence entering the namekians body abated. Carelessly Virion dropped the namekian to the ground below, one of his duplicates snatching the man out of their air with an extended tail and drawing them into the showy tree-line. The namekians all lay there, eyes rolled into the back of their head . In a couple of minutes they would become alert once more, already their skin taking on the darker hue Virion’s infection invoked. The Virion clones re-merged on the forest floor, drawing into line as each strode towards their destination, slowly converging into one body.
In the distance Virion could hear the gentle trickle of the flowing stream, and the somewhat distant sounds of impacts and energy attacks from the sparring namekians in the warrior village. Virion had gained a new perspective during his mulling, and had adjusted his body both for the previous feat and the current task soon to be at hand. The warrior settlement would be a useful acquisition, the small village he already laid claim to lacking the raw numbers he would need to orchestrate the second part of his grand plan.
Small creatures cooed, the dappled lighting coming through the tree leaves creating an air of serenity and calm. The sound of flowing water grew stronger, he was nearing the stream. The tree line suddenly opened up, and the bio-android paused in his slow, measured pace.
He took in his surroundings, analysing them. This was indeed the water source that he sought, its emerald flow stretching out, reaching down to bring life and prosperity to the nearby settlement. They relied heavily upon it, the warriors drawing water from a small side-dam to quench their thirsts throughout the day.
“Excellent” He mumbled in his oily voice, taking up his stride once more. He came up to the water’s edge, entering into the stream without shifting in his stride. Further out he slowly marched, his body submerging into the depths, not even a change of expression to denote the shift from aerobic to aquatic environment.
Below the water’s surface, standing on the bottom breathlessly, Virion drew his hands out at his sides, palms raised. Looking up at the glistening, flowing surface, the bio-android almost gave the impression of a religious man, hands out-stretched and peering towards the heavens, embracing some form of god or another.
However, in the following moments a purple, misty substance began extruding from the maws in his palms, to be carried away in the current and all but dissolving as it followed the water’s flow. The seam along Virion’s chest also separated, the purple cloudy liquid bellowing fourth below the surface, almost like blood in the water.
The substance permeated the stream, soaking into it’s surroundings. It was Virion’s bio-essence, and although an indirect dosage it would insure that all who come in contact with the contaminated stream would soon enough join Virion’s cause. The village he had taken was weak, not warrior born. Virion would need more able-bodied warriors if he plan was to come to fruition.
Their transformation would not be immediate, and given enough time his essence would wash from the stream and be gone. However the warrior clan’s own village was working against them, the side-dam able to hold to a single volume of water for many weeks, even months, and even the well tapping into this same spring. It would be more than enough time to see the whole village exposed...
Walking back out from the stream, water still trailing down his body, Virion ventured back into the forest. He teleported to where the infected namekians lay, the four of them having somewhat awoken from their stunned state.
“Soon enough the rest of your village shall re-welcome you into their camp, for now however discretion is a priority. I will not tolerate any meddling in my own affairs. Do not venture into the City as you had intended, or back into your own village before it is time. It may be some days before you can return to your fellows, I will trust you to be patient.” He eyed each one in turn, who still stood slightly unfocused, none of them looking at him directly.
“I have matters of my own to attend to…” Virion concluded, turning away from the group and beginning to stride away.
One of the infected namekians who had been sitting got up to his feet, swaying slightly before catching himself and locking Virion into his gaze
“But… what do you want us to do?”
It struck Virion as an unusual question, but as he went to answer an idea drifted to him.
“You’re right, perhaps I can put you to some more… immediate use” He began striding back over, an ominous gleam in his eyes. The namekians shuffled towards him, hesitation in their stride.
“Come now, I do have use for you after all” He said, a sadistic twinge to his tone. As he spoke the seam along the front of his body began to open, horrid appendages and tentacle or worm-like growths reaching forward towards the namekians, some with unevenly placed, serrated teeth. It was through this that he had sucked the life out of the namekian elder, and realisation dawned on the four exactly what sort of ‘use’ Virion may have for them.
The namekians eyes widened, fear growing, and yet a sense of duty emanating from behind this.
“So be it” Said one, bowing his head in acceptance. The others looked to their friend, and soon the fear in their eyes disappeared, they too bowing their heads.
Virion let out a low chuckle. He moved slowly, inexorably, one hand reached out to the nearest, index finger extended as his arm arched in an almost cobra-like motion. Three internal appendages from his chest cavity reached out towards the others, stretching and slinking almost as if blindly feeling their way towards their pray.
Virion’s hand reached forward smoothly, the finger lightly jabbing the namekians collar bone. Similarly the three other appendanges also lightly contacted their three targets, not striking out as expected at all and certainly not biting through flesh. The namekians did not move at first, but after half a moment they began to stir questioningly, looking up towards Virion in almost the same instant as a sudden rush overcame them.
The rush lurched their bodies, and in one disorienting moment they found themselves in an entirely different area. Virion retreated his contact with the group of four, his arm returning to his side and the internal tube-like out-reaching retracting into the maw-like opening of his chest, which closed back over and sealed shut.
“We’re here” Stated Virion, striding away from the group. They all looked at each other, a sense of bewilderment and relief lighting the mood incredibly. Sheepishly one of them laughed, and soon they all joined in. Looking around they could see Virion floating up into the air, approaching a copy of himself who floated arms crossed and back turned. They were up in a vast mountain range, and soon noticed some other namekians in the air, appearing to be on the lookout, flying in some sort of patrol, searching for something?
Floating up into the sky they seemed to instinctively understand now, and joined their existing brothers. Without a word of questioning or confirmation they got to work.
The search was on.
