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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:21:47 GMT -5
-month 4 Year 3-
Dynammo was flying in the sky and saw a strange island in the sky. So Dynammo went up to investigate this strange little island in the sky. As he was heading up there, he felt this strange power coming from it. So when he got there, he was very cautious because he had no idea what he might find. Out from the shadows was a strange little man. He looked like a weird genie. Dynammo was frighted of the genie. Not from the power that he had felt from earlier, but the pure terrifying look he had on his face. Dynammo looked at him and said
"Who are you?"
The genie looked at Dynammo and smiled and starting laughing. Dynammo heard this voice in the background laughing and said,
"You don't know who Master Katas! You are going to be in a hell of a treat Dynammo."
"And who are you?" Dynammo said angrily.
"His name is Supreme Kami." said Mr. Popo laughing hysterically. Dynammo started to walk up to Master Katas and shook Katas' hand.
"It is a pleasure to meet you." He said. "I am here to train and get stronger for my cause."
Supreme Kami looked at Dynammo and asked him, "Why should we train you? What do you want with this training?"
Dynammo looked of into the horizon and starts to say "Cause i do whatever it takes to be the best. I will do everything to gain true power. And the answer to your other question is simple Supreme Kami. I want to take this training and stop the people I love and care about from dyeing from the evils of this universe. I have seen a lot of death on my planet. I have seen my own parents killed right in front of me and i couldn't do nothing. I was helpless. Thats why i seek this training."
Supreme Kami looked at Popo and smiled.
"There is a lot of fight in this lad. Maybe we can train him after all Master Katas."
"Ahh yes.... I think there is a lot of hope for this boy Supreme Kami.''
''Who you calling a boy fat man."
They both looked at Dynammo and laughed.
"What are you laughing about!?"
The genie and Supreme Kami just didn't pay attention to Dynammo and went on saying,
"He also has a lot of spark in him." Laughed the genie.
"Pay attention to me!" Yelled Dynammo.
Master Katas looked at Dynammo and said to him,
"No!" He heard laughter coming from Supreme Kami.
"Are you going to train me or not you scary looking genie!?" He said angrily.
They both smiled at Dynammo. Master Katas turned to Supreme Kami and they nodded yes.
"Finally! What do i have to do Master Katas?'' You can see the excitement in Dynammo's eyes. Master Katas smiled and said,
"Lets begin my little punching bag!"
Master Katas jumped back ready to spar. Dynammo stood there with a smirk on his face waitint to see what he has to do. They both stand there staring each other down. They both seen a tumble weed role by. Dynammo had puzzled look on his face.
"What was that?" He asked Master Katas. Master Katas looked like he had a puzzled look on his face to. He was standing there scratching his head. He replied with,
"I have no idea Dynammo." They both stand there with an awkward silence. Master Katas open his mouth about to speak when Dynammo interrupted him right before he was about to speak.
"What am i so posted to do Master Katas?" he stood there exited to get started.
"Well i was about to tell you intill you interrupted me Dynammo!" He stood there with a blank face. Dynammo apologized to Master Katas. Master Katas accepted his apology.
"All you have to do is hit me once." Master Katas explained. Dynammo stands there with a confused face and starts to rub his head.
"Thats all i have to do? I have to hit you once, thats it?" Dynammo put his hands in his pockets and started laughing. "This should be easy as a piece of cake!" He hears Master Katas make a reply,
"Theres cake? I would love a piece of cake." Master Katas stands there with his eyes closed and rubbing his belly thinking about that piece of cake. Dynammo puts his own face into the palm of his hands while shacking his head and replied,
"There is no cake Master Katas. So can we go on with my training now." Master Katas nodded yes. They both get in there fighting stances. Dynammo standing there with his fist balled up like he is ready to box. Master Katas is standing there with his hands behind his back with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face. Dynammo did not no what to make of it. He was quite confused of that why he is not getting ready to fight.
"So i make the first move Master Katas!" Dynammo rushed at Master Katas putting a good force behind his punch. Master Katas quickly moved out of they way appearing right behind Dynammo and gave him a nice little nudge. Dynammo took his stance back and was trying to figure out how did a fat genie move behind him so quickly. Dynammo tried to strike Master Katas again. But Master Katas just moved out the way and tripped Dynammo. Dynammo hit the ground really hard. He hit his face on the ground and Dynammo's nose started to bleed. Dynammo got back up and looked at Master Katas with anger. Dynammo said to Master Katas,
"You made my nose bleed! You messed up my purity face!" Master Katas stood there smiling like he always is. Dynammo stared at Master Katas and notice something about the genie. "You are a very scary man. You stand there with a smile on your face all day. You had that smile since i came here. That is really creepy Master Katas. Dynammo stood back on his feet. Blood is running down his face.
"Now Master Katas, we will see who has a smile on his face after I get done with you." As Dynammo told Master Katas. Dynammo pushed his hair out of his face and whipped the blood off. Dynammo came at Master Katas swinging his fist at him. But some how Master Katas is just a little bit faster. Dynammo energy is slowing down. His movements are less wild and more accurate. But Master Katas just counters by putting his hand out and flicks Dynammo in the middle of the forehead. Dynammo flew back a few feet.
"I cant lay a single punch on this guy." Dynammo thinks this might be impossible to hit this genie. But he keeps his head held high. "I will it you Master Katas."
"Thats what you think Dynammo." Said Master Katas with a big smile on his face laughing at Dynammo.
"Stop laughing at me Master Katas!" Screamed Dynammo. "I will hit you if its the last thing i do." Popo just stood there smiling. Dynammo stood there in the flowing breeze. Trying to think of another way to end this. Master Katas looked at Dynammo and spoke to him.
"If you cant hit me, how do you think your going to hit any body else?" Dynammo looked at the ground with shame while Katas was laughing at him. He felt that he probably might not be able to the genie.
"I will not lose hope Master Katas. I will hit you my friend." Dynammo got the strength to get his hopes up high. "This time I am going to give you everything I got!"
Dynammo gathered all his energy he had left. The wind starts to pick up. There is silence in the air. Dynammo lets out a loud roar. So loud that people all over Earth heard it. It shook the ground so hard, Master Katas was surprised with the power that Dynammo is getting. But Master Katas is ready for anything that Dynammo has to throw at him. Dynammo was getting ready for his final attack. Dynammo charges at Master Katas with determination in his eyes. Dynammo throws a strike at Master Katas, but Master Katas dodges once again.
"Your still to slow." The genie explained. Dynammo rushes in for another attack before Master Katas can get a chance to get ready for the attack thats coming. Dynammo came at Master Katas with all the power he had left.
Master Katas decided to attack back. Master Katas throw his right fist at Dynammo, but Dynammo dodge and countered with an upper cut. Master Katas did not budge but was shocked that Dynammo actually hit the almighty Master Katas.
"I did it! I actually did it!" Yelled Dynammo from the top of his lungs. Master Katas bowed at Dynammo. He was proud of Dynammo for completing his training. "Thanks Master Katas for everything. I feel more powerful than ever." Master Katas nodded his head at Dynammo and smiled.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:23:55 GMT -5
-month 5, year 3-
Master Katas was the one Dynammo had fought only moments before, had brought the both of them into the shrine where they were introduced to the man known as the Supreme Kami. The word man is used loosely as he was more of a humanoid slug than anything else. It could be inferred by the numerous wrinkles and stretch marks on his face that he was incredibly old, but his stature spoke that of a true warrior. Perhaps Kami is similar to Popo in the fact that his outward appearance told nothing of his skills in combat.
Kami’s power mattered little to Dynammo; he simply wanted to train under him to gain the immense strength he had been told about. How could such a fickle looking creature possibly allow Dynammo to gain the strength they needed? After a lecture about the importance of power, Kami took the two warriors down a spiral staircase, leading underneath the temple.
The walk seemed like a mile and they must have reached the very deepest core of the lookout before they had finally arrived at their destination. The room they stood in was dark damp and cold. The only things that lit up the room were four colored flames atop four different stone torches. The flames were red, green, violet and white. Something about the flames seemed to be familiar to Dynammo, but he couldn’t place his finger on it.
“You have passed Master Katas trial,” The Supreme Kami said in his fickle and elderly voice. “but now you must pass mine if you wish to gain the power you seek. You must extinguish these flames before undergoing my training. As simple as this sounds, just remember, each flame is more like you than you may realize. With each flame you extinguish, you challenge yourself into an internal conflict and only by successfully resolving the conflicts are you able to pass.”
It sounded simple enough, but why did Dynammo hesitate? What was it about the flames that seemed so incredibly familiar? It also bugged Dynammo to see so many trials before they could gain the tutelage of the guardian. Just what kind of training required such extensive weeding out, surely not everyone knew of this training.
The four flames were spread out across the room, the red and violet flames on the left while the green and white flames stood on the right. Dynammo slowly walked toward the red flame along the left wall. He reached out to feel the flame, but instead of heat something else arose in him. Something that urged in him on, something that fed of his emotions, something that drove him to perform his act with both body and soul. It was something he was now passionate about, extinguishing the flames and being one step closer to power.
Dynammo reached out and grasped the flame, it felt as if he not only put out the red flame but also his heart. The room went dark as the flame was extinguished. Dynammo looked around in an attempt to see anything. Suddenly, from behind him, a bright red light cut through the darkness. Turning his gaze he saw his comrade Ace, glowing red with a bright red flame coming from his chest.
“Draxor?”, Dynammo was not sure what he was seeing. His sire that made him an infected and trained with him in the wilderness. “…Is that you?”
The being simply stood silent, his red aura lighting the empty room staining the walls a deep shade of crimson. Something was off about their location and it escaped Dynammo until he looked at his hands. It looked like this only when he had crossed from the physical realm to the Spiritual one. It was the border between the Realm of Reality and the Realm of Magic and somehow, by extinguishing the red flame, Dynammo was brought into this realm to face his comrade, or at least his spirit.
Without warning the spirit of Ace lunged at him, his bladed fists ready to strike. Dynammo jumped out of the way, one of the blades nicking his sleeve cutting a clean slit. The spirit was quick and his assault continued with several more slashes and stabs. In the Spiritual Realm, all beings were equally powerful, and it was only through how strong your connection to that realm, which determined your strength in the Realm of Reality. In essence, the spirits that reside here are the strongest of all beings, but the thing about spirits is that they may be strong in some aspects, but they lack in many others; that is where our physical side makes up for the difference.
Dynammo jumped into the air, not far as a ceiling kept him from gaining much height, and with a flick of the wrist he sent an energy ball hurling toward his opponent. This was accidental and Dynammo was surprised to see his sudden attack. It would seem as his connection to the Realm of Magic was so close that he needed no enchanted circles to refine his magic.
With a sudden burst of hot air, Spirit Draxor nullified the attack as his body erupted in electricity. Ace had always favored the electrical elements and it would seem his spirit did as well. With red lightning skidding across his body, the spirit lunged forward once again.
With a quick shift of his body, Dynammo was able to dodge the attack, but unfortunately the lightning arced across his blades and hit Dynammo in the shoulder. The thing about lightning and electricity is, it is incredibly painful. Dynammo fell to the floor with a loud thud, his shoulder was hot, the power of this spirit was incredibly strong and he could only imagine what a direct blow would feel like. It would almost certainly kill the boy so he had to be careful.
Dynammo backed up to the furthest corner he could and unleashed a volley of energy blast at the spirit. The whizzed through the air and much to his amazement he watched the spirit move and turn his way around each blast. It was amazing, Draxor had so much untapped potential, if only he was more serious about his training.
The boy couldn’t let the spirit close the distance, he sped away to the other corner, but to his surprise the spirit had appeared just in front of him. Dynammo had no time to evade, the spirit placed his hand in Dynammo’s forehead and sent a current of electricity through his skull. With a cry of pain, the electricity surged through his body, stiffening his muscles as each wave shot through him.
The intense pain caused Dynammo to begin to lose consciousness. Was he to be defeated here? By the spirit of a person he called his comrade? He couldn’t let that happen, no, he mustn’t let that happen. If he was passionate enough about his dreams, then no one could defeat him.
Dynammo caught himself as he fell to the ground. He felt the strong connection with the Realm of Magic and knew he could perform his signature technique with little effort. With a burst of speed, Dynammo managed to find himself behind Draxor’s spirit. The creature was fast, but with no room to move and by using a technique that can’t be blocked, he would be done for.
The radiant orb formed just above Dynammo’s palm, sparkling in the red light. The boy thrusted his hand forward, causing the sphere to meld into the aura of the spirit. Slowly the red light began to fade as the creature’s form melted away. Soon all that stood floating there was a small red flame, flickering to stay lit.
Dynammo walked up to the struggling frame, bent in and took a small breath. With a single blow the light was extinguished.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:24:24 GMT -5
-month 6, Year 3-
Dynammo walked across the stone laid floor, his feet taping against the dark floor. The sound with each step resonated within the empty room. With one of the torches gone, the room had dropped in temperature significantly and he could feel the cold air stinging his face. Why was it so cold? Surely the temperature had not dropped outside, so why would it have been colder now?
The bald headed youth wearing his green bio-combat skin with elastic-ware gloves & boots with flex-ware armor on his chest with a scouter on his left ear and a Vibranium Sword resting in the sheath with the hilt by his right shoulder blade slowly approached the white flame.
Its pedestal was carved into a strange shape. With jagged edges and crystalized shapes, the pedestal looked like the thing was made from a plethora of stone gems. As Dynammo approached the flame, he felt not heat but a lack thereof. With every step he took, the room became colder and colder. It was as if the flame fed off heat instead of expelling it.
Dynammo reached out to expel the flames, but his attempt was foiled when the flame suddenly roared up and casted a bright white light all around the room. By instinct the boy looked away and shielded his eyes, an act he would soon regret. As the light dimmed, Dynammo turned his gaze back to the new flameless pedestal. He was certain that with the flash of light he had been transported to another realm, just like before.
Dynammo saw his shadow cast upon the corner of the wall. That could only mean one thing, the source of the light, much like the source of the red flame, must have taken shape and was now standing behind him. The boy turned to gaze upon the source, but the moment he did the light had faded, casting darkness around the room.
Just what happened? He knew there was something behind him emanating the bright light, yet when he looked there was nothing. Could it have simply been his imagination? No. Something was definitely there; maybe even still there. But what was it?
Dynammo looked behind him toward the unlit torch; maybe his eyes did play tricks on him. There it was again, the light casting his shadow upon the wall. The shadow swayed and flickered like one would expect when standing near a fire. Quickly, he glanced forward the light fading just as fast as he could look. Something was definitely there; something that did not want to be seen.
For the first time in a long time, Dynammo was afraid. He knew there was no greater power than knowledge and he always used that to his advantage. Reading his opponent’s moves, telling people exactly what they wanted to hear, learning everyone strengths and weaknesses. It was something he prided himself on, knowing the end game, the outcome of every situation before the first move was made. This time however, he knew not what he faced. He was in complete darkness, both physically and mentally; a solitary confinement where he was locked inside, with no knowledge of what awaits him on the other side of the walls. There was only one fact that remained true, the doors to his ignorance would come swinging open and whatever truth lay outside his dark confined room would come rushing in like a tsunami waiting to flush the young boy away and into the endless abyss.
The pale violet light started to pulse on Dynammo’s arms. He could feel the magic flowing through his body. He was definitely in the Spirit World yet again and that would eased his heart as he knew that he could combat whatever awaited him in the darkness without the use of his circles.
A small purple orb of energy formed just above Dynammo’s right palm. The light lit up a small area around the boy. He increased the energy of the orb and the sphere grew larger increasing the radius of the light surrounding the young man. The violet light stretched out and slowly revealed the creature in the darkness. Starting at the feet and moving to the head, the light lit up a stone golem, made from mud, rock, gems, prisms and gold. Its feet were as big as a shopping cart, its arms were as thick as the boy himself, and his body was built like a semi-truck. The head of the creature was a block of stone, with opal eyes and no mouth. It stood about four meters tall and three meters wide. It was more a behemoth than Broly, which was an impressive feat altogether.
When the creature appeared, Dynammo was ready to attack, but the creature didn’t move. In fact it didn’t look alive. It was almost as if it were a simple construct, with no more of a purpose than just to be a large decorative statue.
The young man slowly approached the golem and placed his hand upon his cold stomach. It was as hard as stone and it gave no signs to have been the one to have lit the room with the white light. Dynammo turned to wave the orb of energy around the room. Suddenly the room lit up again, the white light illuminating the darkness. Dynammo turned again, toward where the behemoth stood, but he was no longer there and the source of the light still seemed to be behind him.
A hard object slammed against his back, sending the boy stumbling forward. The impact of the collision sent a spike of pain through his back. It stung like a bitch. Dynammo turned around to see his attacker, but no one was there. The light had shifted once again behind him. Just what the hell was this thing? It was incredibly fast, yet incredibly strong.
Dynammo quickly formed a second energy ball on his other hand. He held each orb on either side of him and twirled his arms around gracefully lighting up nearly the entire room. He could see, in the furthest corner, the golem that was once standing right next to him. He was positioned differently in a a running pose. Dynammo pointed both orbs in the direction of the creature and slowly closed his distance.
Just what was this creature? Why did he freeze when seen and why did he emit a white glow when unseen? Was the creature made from stone or was it only when viewed? So many things about this creature remain unknown and that bothered Dynammo.
Whatever this creature was he didn’t like it. Too many things were unknown about it and too many things remain hidden in the shadows. Without thinking Dynammo blinked. When he opened his eyes, he stumbled back in shock. Suddenly the creature, in all his massive glory, was staring him in the face. The golem was frozen in place, his arm drawn back as if he were ready to pummel the young boy.
Could this creature really have been so fast? To close distance between the two in the blink of an eye was an incredible feat for anyone, much less to someone his size. Despite his massive stature, the golem made no sound when he moved. That was the one truly scary thing about the behemoth. His agile movements and colossal size were a deadly combination. The creature must be destroyed.
Dynammo slowly walked backward, careful not to blink or lose sight of the golem in any way. This was going to be tricky. If he were to cast an energy ball then the beast would simply flee as soon as the light faded. There had to be some way to stop the beast from moving, but more information was needed.
The orbs of energy floating above his hands slowly started to meld around his arms and soon covered his entire body, lighting a good portion of the room around him. He was a firefly in the night, the violet energy pulsating around his body matching the rhythm of his heartbeat. The creature was still visible to the young boy even if just barely. The light wasn’t as strong as it had been when concentrated in a ball form, but at least this way his hands were free and he would still be able to see around him.
Dynammo shot forth from his palms a spray of tiny balls of energy. As the whizzed through the air, the trail of light was cast upon the wall. As each bullet impacted the stone golem it exploded in a mist of dust. The moment the first sphere had combusted, Dynammo knew just how big a mistake he had just made. Inadvertently, the young boy had cast a smokescreen around the creature hindering his line of sight.
Suddenly and without warning Dynammo felt a tug of his hair from the back which sent a throbbing pain throughout his skull. He could feel the cold and massive hand of the creature grabbing at his hair. The burning sensation each of his hairs gave off as they were yanked from side to side made his entire skull feel as if it were ablaze. The boy tried looking behind him, if we were to catch a glimpse of this behemoth then his pain would end, but every time he tried, the golem yanked on his hair shifting his view away.
Dynammo then felt another hand gripping his left shoulder. The intense pressure caused by the creatures grip caused a pain to run through the boy unlike anything he had felt before. The very fabric of time itself seemed to have torn in twine as a thousand sharp needle like pains rain through his shoulder across his backside and up his spine. The shoulder didn’t last long as it easily crumbled under the mighty strength of the colossus.
He knew not how, but he had to destroy this beast in one fell swoop. The golem tugged again, yanking Dynammo’s head back and then it came to him. He would simply focus all his energy on where the creature had emitted the light. He assumed it was at the golem’s chest, the same spot the other spirit emitted his light.
Dynammo closed his eyes and concentrated. Suddenly is body was jerked through space and time. At one moment being tugged on by a massive beast and the next, standing behind it with his right hand deep within its stone like torso. A bright violet light pierced through the holes and cracks of the golem and quickly grew in brightness. It was an inevitable truth. Dynammo would slay the creature and in return would gain the strength needed to reach his goals.
Suddenly the bright light exploded as pieces of the beast shot forth in all directions. As the crumbling shards crashed to the ground, a bright white light lit up the room. Dynammo know held in his hand, the light of the white flame. It would have seemed the creature took on a stone like form to hide himself and the flame. That trick would have been the death of most, but it was not to be so as the boy was more clever than he.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:25:07 GMT -5
-Month 7, Year 3-
“Master, there’s too much tribulation going through Magnum Crusher Dee. Do you think having him go through the trials for your gift is such a wise move?”
Guru looked at his top protector Tombstone. The warrior was wise and cautious. At times a little too much, but Guru had always trusted his wisdom. Normally he would follow it, but something about this one was telling him to continue.
“Something about Magnum Crusher Dee. I had gotten a message earlier about something falling from the heavens. Then we have someone whom no one knows and he seems to know everyone walking around. He’s lost and I think I can help him find his way. Let’s get the second Elder going.”
Tombstone nodded and left the chamber. He didn’t trust anyone who was this lost. Magnum Crusher Dee was like a paradox. He existed and yet didn’t. One way or another Tombstone wanted to know who he really was. He met up with Magnum Crusher Dee. The next Elder had bigger problems than simply just failed crops.
Magnum Crusher Dee had followed Tombstone once again to yet another elder. A father of six hundred children, he was nearing the point of being one of the Elder of Elders. Magnum Crusher Dee could hear what the issue was long before he was told. A Namekian, one of his oldest children was off gathering followers. He was promoting change which was not necessarily a bad thing, but what kind of change, Magnum Crusher Dee was surely against.
“We are the savages of the universe! We are picked off like ants. How many times have we been the victim of invasions? Too many! It’s time we protect ourselves. We don’t need Humans or other warriors to come save us! Our own warriors are too busy protecting the elders. But if we have technology, we could clone, build weapons and end the invasions that seem to plague us.”
Magnum Crusher Dee sat back listening. He had thirty namekians listening to him. Hardly a threat, but his examples were poor. Tech from Planet Frieza. The changelings. The worst to be getting involved with. He remembered the last time this had happened. They nearly succeeded which would’ve taken out all of Namek as well as every last Namekian, including him and his son.
Tano… he wondered where he son was and what he was doing. “You are foolish to believe the Changelings will help because they want to share their technology.”
The speaker paused and all eyes turned to Magnum Crusher Dee who was making his way through the crowd. “And you sir, how might you know this?”
Magnum Crusher Dee looked at him with his ancient eyes. Eyes that seemed to see everything. “Because, I’ve seen it before. They will give you tech, but then enslave you with it. You want clones? How about chips embedded in their brains to be led by Lord Frost, Cooler, Frieza, or worst, King Cold? They will abuse your trust and kill you without a second thought.”
“They’ve already given us tech stranger. We can irrigate crops. But what if we could expand those crops and make money?”
“Why have money on a planet that doesn’t use it? People trade you for the Teresa plants and other food. You don’t eat it, and you don’t need money to buy things. As a Namekian you don’t eat. You drink water and meditate.”
“What if we want to enjoy everything that life has to offer? The entertainment the humans enjoy daily? The tech from the Saiyans to make them stronger than most and protect them?”
Magnum Crusher Dee laughed. “Then leave the planet and experience those things. I will say, the galaxy is big and there are things to enjoy, but why risk your own people?”
"We are risking our people while we stay stagnant. We aren't progressing. Soon we will have died out and not put our foot print on the galaxy."
The man made a point even if Magnum Crusher Dee didn't fully agree with him. "Our foot print is that we are one of the most peaceful people in the Galaxy. People come to us for aid. Let me tell you a bit about our history." Magnum Crusher Dee looked out over the crowd as he spoke. "You were once a race of power, not unlike the Saiyans or the Changelings. They destroyed entire civilizations and no one could stop them. No one but themselves. When they sought their power, something else came with them. Corruption. They took the power and let corruption consume them. They built ships and traversed the galaxy, only to return here, their home. They had technology, they took it from various other civilizations as trophies."
He paused a moment and looked at Tombstone. "Our wonderful Guru was among those. Then this world turned on them. Threatened to wipe them all out. Many fled while Guru stayed behind. Soon the storms that had killed thousands subsided and Guru was the last one. He realized what had gone wrong. He realized the path he needed to take. Thus he began creating new Namekians and taught them the way of peace. Then those taught their children and so on. You are all here because of the path Guru had decided to take. You are all here because he had decided to lay down his arms and find a new path. To this day Guru fights his demons. Kami, the guardian of the Earth got rid of his power so that he could be without that struggle. They both followed the path of peace. The warriors you have now don't fight because they want to. They fight to protect your way of life. By inviting the Changelings into your lives, you are spitting in their face and the faces of Guru, the Elders and Kami. We are no longer a violent race, but others have taken up that burden. Do you not see the paradise you have here? You enjoy one another's laughs. You grow up with family and friends and not have to worry about crime. Even the humans have to worry about the violence, crime and hate in their world. And the progress of technology made that more possible."
"If you want to see what technology has done to other worlds, go to them. Jump onto the shuttle and fly out of here and explore."
Everyone looked at one another. They all knew the stories, but they never really listened. At least until now. The Namekians were never one to explore, at least not since Guru became the leader, but it was never discouraged. Magnum Crusher Dee himself had always traveled about. Though had he not been banished, he probably would never have done the things he had done.
Tombstone eyes Magnum Crusher Dee. He was right, but something still bothered him. There was something about this Namekian that does not fit.
The crowd began talking amongst themselves as they began walking away. Magnum Crusher Dee looked at the speaker who appeared to be in shock. He was absolutely destroyed in this. How could he have lost. Who in their right mind would want to keep their culture stagnant?
He looked at Magnum Crusher Dee. "Who the hell are you to determine what path our civilization takes?"
Magnum Crusher Dee merely shrugged. "I'm a simple Namekian that has seen more than his fair share of stupidity. Namek has always been one place I could return for some piece of mind. I don't want to see that vanish as even in death one doesn't get the peace they are looking for. Especially not a warrior."
Tombstone and the Elder walked up. "Brilliant speech. Have you ever considered becoming a politician?" The elder laughed at his own comment.
Magnum Crusher Dee shook his head. "I was an Admiral once. I'm no leader. I hate the spot light and I hate having others rely on me. As a leader, I'm one of the worst."
The elder placed his hand on his shoulder. "You have wisdom of an ancient. You sir are an Elder in your own right. People will follow you to death if you so deem it. You have the charisma to do so whether you want it or not. Do not lose that as you will gain allies wherever you go."
Tombstone couldn't help but agree, though he didn't much like it. Magnum Crusher Dee was one you couldn't help but like. A Namekian of strong integrity. But if that was the case, why did he seem so wrong? What about him was making him doubt him? Magnum Crusher Dee was not someone he could fully respect or trust. Maybe down the line, but he knew Magnum Crusher Dee would have to prove he wasn't a corrupt one.
The Elder took Magnum Crusher Dee's hand. "My dear boy. Take care. I can see your pain and confusion in your eyes. Please find peace at last."
Magnum Crusher Dee help back a laugh. Peace? He had been searching for peace, and when he would find it, it would be taken away. No, he would forever be one that would have no peace. He had closed that door once he showed up here. But now he was lost and he needed to find out why things are so different. Was Avalon still a major power? Did they even exist? Could so much happen in fifty years?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:33:54 GMT -5
-month 8, Year 3-
Dynammo was laying down against a tree in shadow forest. He was resting until the glare of the sun woke him up, causing him to rub his eyes.
"Hrm, this planet has potencial, and its full of strong powerlevels, i have to find a master to train with, I think Dynammo is wondering about his inner power ." Dynammo then looked about the forest and got up to his feet. "Slade is somewhere, probably ploting how to take over the earth,"Dynammo said as he got to his feet. "I must hurry to achieve more power then what i currently have, that vampire got stronger...why if i fought him it would be equal footing which would have been vigorous if i wasn't destracted by a dream."
Dynammo then walked towards the north, looking at the forest. "Not much commerce here, I've been hearing that green men live in this forest."
As Dynammo walked up, he saw a namekian looking hard at him. Angered by this namek, he started to shout. "And what's your problem? never seen a Human Warrior before?" The namekian started to speak. "I'm from the future and well let me tell you. The first people that ever entered our homeland were called Gohan, Goku and Vegeta. When Gohan and Vegeta came the planet was in turnoil. A man called frieza was looking for the dragonballs. He went into villages and started slaying the nameks, Vegeta did the same thing too. Gohan tried to help with his human friend krillin but it was to no avail, then a strange group was called to the planet. They were called the ginyu force."
The future namek then continued to speak "They did poses and each of them were strong in their own way. The first one that fought gohan and Krillin was guido, a small alien. He caught them in an attack and was about to kill them when vegeta cut off his head. Then another one called recoome came and fought vegeta. As vegeta powered up and hit him with everything, it looked like victory was in hand. But sadly, it wasn't. The one called recoome was really tough, his origin was unknown but he slapped around vegeta and the earthling called krillin. Gohan did his best to stop him but was beaten too. then everything looked grim until goku showed up. Then he beat Recoome with a well placed counter attack to recoome's attack. It winded him and knocked him out.
"After that, Jeice and Burter: A mutant and a super fast alien fought against goku. But they were no match for him. The two of them started flying around him but he wasn't moving. So they fired ki blasts at him, and he still didn't move. It was like he was super fast. So they performed an attack which goku countered by screaming, making his scream like a shield of sound." Dynammo just stood there listening to this young namekian. "After which, they launched an attack which goku deflected to the blue alien called burter. Burter got out of harms way but goku came up from behind. They began talking and burter got pissed off and started attacking him. Goku was evading and jeice was getting angry and shouted 'that's enough! no one makes a fool of the ginyu force!' He then jumped in and started attacking goku who was evading everything. He then used a technique to get out of the double team attack and made them hit each other. They both got mad but jeice calmed burter and goku appeared a few feet from them."
"They attacked and goku evaded. He then shot forward with a kick to burter, then sent him flying to the ground. But before he hit ground, he was caught by Goku. Now that's a man with compassion, he spared the life of Recoome and Burter, Jeice made a run for it to get the leader of the ginyu force. Now vegeta was healed fully and after jeice left, he drove his knee into burter's neck, and launched a ki wave which hit recoome, killing him."
Dynammo just looked at the namek. "How do you know all of these things, how do you know about these people?" The namekian replied, my father told me, as his father before him. He's told me many stories...but why are you here on namek?" Dynammo shrugged. "I'm looking for a master to train under, i need to become stronger...i need to unlock a new power." The namek smirked, "Why don't you see the wise demi human Solo? He's really strong and his techniques can bring a strong opponent down without much trouble. Plus he's a mystic so he'd be able to unlock your domant power" Dynammo snickered. "yes! now this namekian master will make me even stronger then before, hopefully it'll be enough this time, and this time, i will take down those who wish to be enemies of me and my friends as well as the fraction i'm going to create."
Dynammo looked around the shadow forest on earth, walking with the namekian youth who was talking to him. "Hrm, this planet has alot of high powerlevels...finding a master that can teach me the techniques i need to put out my enemies would be very paramount right now." He said to himself. As the winds blew in from the east, he looked at the namekian who talked to him, and looked in the direction of the north. "Well what would you like to say now?" The namekian responded. "I would like to know how you came in possession of a space craft, it's of namekian origin." Dynammo laughed, "You nameks, made this piece of junk? And it ain't mine, i think it might belong to you seeing how your a namekian and all."
The namek replied"Well you think it was easy making this ship, i think your an pure hearted person...i don't like these Human people, they are all about themselves, criminals and cons...their ways are unjust and ruthless, i'm going to teach you a lesson so are you ready?"
Dynammo looked at the namek as he got into a stance. "I'm ready," The namekian shot forward and kicked him in the chest. Dynammo went flying into a tree. but he bounced off the tree with his feet and spun like a ball going counter clockwise and nailed the namekian with two strong feet in the face, sending him crashing into the ground.
As the namek hit the ground, Dynammo shot forward and attempted to kick him in the face as he was standing up, the namekian sensed this and put up his arms to block. The namek smirked. "So you know how to fight...lets see what else you know." The namekian shot forward and started hitting him with his fists in certain areas, the punches were ki infused and were heavy.
The namek worked his body and then launched an uppercut which sent Dynammo airborn. After this, Dynammo's leg was grabbed and he was slammed down onto the ground, He then flipped back and cupped his hands to his right hip. "Kame...Kame...ha!!" THe namek then let the massive wave of energy rip from his two palms as he brought his arms forward with the thrust, a blue beam of energy approached Dynammo who was getting up. He then gathered energy in his two fingers and fired a two ki beams. As the blasts hit, there was a fight for supremicy with the attacks. Soon the attacks exploded and within the dust, the namekian and Dynammo were grappling. The namek nailed Dynammo with a headbutt. Dynammo sent a strong knee to his stomach. The namek coughed up blood and Dynammo kept kneeing him as the namek held on. (Drat, i can't use my hands) Dynammo thought while attacking, After a few hard knees, the namekian let go.
Dynammo then released the namekian. "well, it seems your not as strong as you let on, i'll spare your life because i don't feel like spilling namekian blood right now." The namek got up to his feet. "Well then Human Warrior, you passed the test of solo...i'm his student, i was out training and kept in mental contact with him, he says your a Human Warrior but not like the others from earth. He wants to meet you so lets go."
Dynammo yelled. "So this was all a game? i will see this Solo." The namek laughed, "You can try, follow me!" And both the namek and Dynammo gathered an aura about their bodies and shot off towards Solo's house. As they were flying, the namek spoke again.
"Master Solo is one of the toughest masters on this planet, i'm his student. the test was patience, toughness and mercy. you were patience with me as i told you the story. You were tough in battle and you were mercifull to me." The namek laughed, "I won't don't worry..." The namekian stopped and Dynammo stopped behind him. "What's the meaning of this sudden stop?" Dynammo asked? The namek replied, "To see master Solo, you must offer him a piece of fruit and these trees have his favorite fruit." Dynammo floated down to the tree and took off a piece of namekian fruit. "This better get me trained!" Dynammo roars, "I don't want to give him this fruit and here that he won't train me!" the namek laughed, "He'll train you don't worry." The namek then flew again and Dynammo flew behind him.
Solo was sitting on the front porch of his house relaxing when he sensed a Human Warrior and a namekian. (What's this another student? He better have something to eat as an offering...) Solo thought to himself. The Human Warrior landed with the namek infront of Solo and Dynammo handed him the namekian fruit. "Solo, i'm going to cut to the chase." Solo took the fruit and ate it as he was talking. "I want to train with you, i want to awaken my latent powers, i heard your the best teacher on namek right now."
Solo then smirked. "You should be able to achieve it now...i had my namekian student train you. Now you know how to manipulate spiritual energies right?" Dynammo nods. "Then try to summon as much spiritual energy into yourself to beter control the infected transformation.
Dynammo braced himself and gathered spiritual energy about his body, he absorbed it into him and powered up from the spiritual energy that he absorbed, A white icy aura came about his body as he strained to get the transformation. On the floor were mystic symbols all around Dynammo. Soon, the symbols and glyff were pulled to him, his body roaring with power as a black flame came about his body. Soon marks similar to the ones Yamcha had on his cheeks appeared on his face. He roared and his power level rose by a tremendous amount, his innate need to be around infected began to subside to a lesser degree.
Soon all the ancient symbols were now on his green jumpsuit, his sword and his chest plate.
As the light cleared, Dynammo looked like a buffer Tien with three eyes, similar marks on his face and a bigger chest..
"I did it! I can better control the power of the infected!! Yes!" He then looked at Solo, "Thank you, i will always remember what you've done for me." And with that he bowed. The guru smiled. "This island is where our infected people stay, your welcome to train here. I have a request though, i need you to get back our village's sacred artifact. It was stolen a week ago and the namekian who took it is too strong for us" Dynammo nodded and replied. "It shall be done." and with that, he left the house of the infected guru namek and went out into the village.
***A day later***
Dynammo was jogging once more when suddenly Roshi telepathically contacted him. Dynammo, for your next round of training, i want you to go to shadow forest and get the holy priest there to make you an artifact, then i want you to come to my island and give it to me. This will complete your training for today. Dynammo thed flew down into the woods, sensing out the holy energy.
Dynammo then got infront of a massive forest. He could sense the energy within the forest as well as some others. Deciding it was time to train, he suppresed his ki and jumped up to the high branches and moved from branch to branch, tree to tree with his speed. He then saw a blast wizz past him. He stopped and looked around, spotting a namekian wearing ninja clothes. "Hey, what's the big idea?"
The ninja spoke, "Evil lives on this planet. I just extinquish it." The young artist looked at the ninja. "Alright, lets spar for a bit." The ninja shot forward and slashed with his katana which Dynammo dodged.
The ninja got pushed back and repelled off the tree with a slash to Dynammo's chest which Dynammo evaded by falling back and kicking the ninja with his feet. Dynammo then spun on the ground getting back to his feet. After Dynammo pushed off the ninja and readied himself.
Dynammo was wearing a green spandex jump suit with spandex white gloves and boots with a flex-ware armored chest plate over the upper part of his green spandex jump suit. The ninja then took out a dart gun and started firing.
Dynammo used his speed to dodge the shots and fired a ki laser right finger, the ki laser destroying the dart gun on impact. The ninja shot forward with a jab which Dynammo caught with his left palm. He then threw him into a tree and nailed him with a knee to the chest. But as he landed his attack, smoke appeared and a broken log appeared where the ninja was.
The ninja then threw kunai at Dynammo who got nailed in his arm by three of them. "Fucking christ..." He muttered to himself as he pulled them out. "Not even a flesh wound…"He then got pelted by more kunai which he caught and threw down. He then ran forward in the direction that the kunai were being thrown, his hand catching the kunai and throwing it to the ground. Then as he got close, he used his martial arts technique: Crusher Wolf Fang Fist
A wolf bit the left and right thigh of the ninja which were his hands followed by a head butt to the chest which caused the ninja to wrench in pain. He then picked up the ninja with his newly found strenght and slammed him to the ground, he then went over him and head butted him twice and punched up his torso a bit then launched a hard right jab to the face. He then grabbed the ninja by the throat and put him to a tree.
"Now listen, i don't like evil either...your not that bad...we should train one of these days together." The ninja then spoke. "Very well, your stronger then me...i just have one request, train harder then this if you want power..." The ninja then started to smoke from his body and as Dynammo took off the mask, there was nothing under it. He then jumped back, a bit shook and watched the ninja disapate to nothing.
Suddenly a ki blast was launched at Dynammo who jumped back. It was an demi-human in demi-human armor. "Well well well, i'm not the only one searching for a artifact." Dynammo shot forward and nailed him in the chest with a hard right jab which blew up his armor. Dynammo then powered down, "Well that was quick...tell me before you die, what do you wish to acomplish with the artifact?" The demi-human coughed up blood. "...To ...sell it on the black market! Argh..." And with that the demi-human died.
Dynammo walked through the forest on namek until he saw a hut where a namekian was meditating infront of it. As he got closer, the namek opened his eyes. "Well, you must be Dynammo...i've been waiting for you. I know what your looking for but before you get it, i must challenge you." Dynammo smirked, "I accept the challenge!"
Dynammo and the namekian readied themself. Then the namek shot his right arm forward and it extended to hit Dynammo in the chest which he blocked. The namek then fired a energy ball at Dynammo who darted to the right, gathering energy. The namekian then shot forward with his whole body with a kick to the chest which Dynammo sidestepped, the kick hitting the tree causing it to crack and fall over.
Dynammo then finished charging and pointed his right finger, the pointer at the namek and fired a ki laser. The namek put up a energy barrier to block out the attack. Dynammo replenished his energy as the namek's barrier disapated.
Dynammo then shot forward with an elbow to the chest which the namek blocked, Dynammo then went for low kicks to the legs which the namek coulden't out manuver and fell to the ground. Dynammo then got on top of the namek and head butted him twice, punching his chest up hard and launched a hard right to the side of the face.
Dynammo then got up. The namek got up, spitting up blood. The namek then shot his right arm forward, palm facing Dynammo as a massive blast was discharged at point blank range. Dynammo sensed the energy and put up his Psionic Barrier which protected him. The namek then fell on one knee sweating hard and tired.
Dynammo made his Psionic Barrier disapate and looked at the namek. "I need to pass my masters' tasking so please return the artifact to me that you took from the infected namekians." The priest namek then brought his hands to his stomach and gathered energy, within moments an artifact manifested into existance and was given to the young hero. Dynammo then bowed, floated high up into the sky and flew with an aura about his body towards the infected namekian village
As Dynammo lands within the infected village, he went right to the infected namekian Guru’s house with the artifact. He then went down on one knee. “I have returned with the stolen artifact. I hope you find me worthy as an infected.” The Guru spoke “Good, I’m proud of you, enjoy your stay in this town.” And with that Dynammo smiled and left to congregate with the infected namekians of the infected namekian village.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:35:16 GMT -5
-Month 9, Year 3-
Dynammo was now on namek, cursed with the infection and ready to train some new moves. The Kami in namekian heaven said the trials unlocked some new abilities for him to master.
First he looked at a tree and gathered his energy as to experiment. He struck the tree and an explosive ki burst was behind his fist, causing the tree to fly away breaking.
He then heard a voice. That’s your first gained technique called Crusher Fist…it puts an extra ‘umph’ into your melee attacks. And the other attack you were bestowed is both a sword skill as well as an energy bomb…try it with your sword and hand.
Dynammo gathered a greenish ball of energy in his right palm, cupping it with his right hand and hurled the ball towards a tree which exploded. Now ready to try the sword version of his attack, ironically he was being guided by the Guru of the infected village; He gathered a greenish aura about his sword and swung it at a tree, causing an explosion to destroy the tree from under the impact. He then slashed at another tree, discharging a greenish wave of energy from the slash towards the tree which exploded upon contact.
“I don't believe it. Gladius of the Octopus School. To what do I owe this displeasure?” Dynammo responded as he hobbled out from the dojo's entrance, slipping up next to his young pupil/grandson on the outer deck.
“Oh come now, don’t be that way, we haven't seen each other in years.” Gladius replied with a sarcastic smirk, etching a bit closer in time with his youthful counterpart.
“Umm am I missing something here? You two know each other?” He asked in true curiosity, assuming this tension between them did not just materialize out of thin air.
“Sadly yes, I was once associated with him, we had the same martial arts master many years ago. I haven't seen him since he left me for dead in the midst of that Red Ribbon Army attack.” Dynammo answered with a bit more detail than he was sure anyone was expecting.
“Oh Dynammo you've gotten a bit senile after all of these years, that's not quite how I remember it.” Gladius interjected as he and his youthful company stopped at the bottom of the dojo's four platform steps, peering his weasel face upward at the fellow senior.
“How did you find me, and most of all, what are you doing here?” Dynammo inquired with a tone of seriousness and irritation.
“How I found will remain as my little secret, but I am here because I heard you were now teaching the martial arts the same as I. And quite simply, I'm here to defeat your martial establishment.”
There was a strong silence that ensued right after those harsh and offensive words that seemed to ring deeper than anyone outside of Gladius and Dynammo would ever know. There had to be some reason why a pretty much ancient acquaintance would show up out of nowhere and declare such an outrageous statement. The dark haired warrior was certain though that his grandfather would not even entertain such foolishness. He didn't have to prove anything to anyone, and besides, it wasn't like his personal dojo was a major school like that of the Octopus. Certainly there was something much deeper a foot.
“Fine, your on. But once you loose you are never to return here again, agreed?” Dynammo declared as he folded his arms and adjusted himself upright, sticking out his chest to give a sense of stern authority.
“Hmph, agreed! My student Domo here is my top protege, if any of your students can beat him I promise you will never see my face again. So who will it be?” Gladius asked as the long fiery haired teenager stepped forward, cracking his knuckles with an arrogant smirk plastered to his face.
“It will be my top protege as well, Tai.” Dynammo promptly replied, stating it as if it were something they had discussed prior.
“Wait what!?”
“Don't be so dramatic, go on, you can handle it.” Dynammo added with a commanding sense of encouragement, making it clear that Tai didn't really have a choice in the matter. It seemed that his young dark haired grandson had just been caught in between a mess he had not signed up for.
After a few more moments of insulting banter between Gladius and Dynammo, he and this Domo guy were finally shuffled off into the surrounding grasslands about half a mile away from the dojo, just in case things got out of hand. Before the young warrior knew it he was squaring off with some random kid he didn't even know or have any problems with. But he couldn't let that be a factor, it seemed the pride of he and his grandfathers Dojo was on the line.
“Begin!” Dynammo exclaimed from the distance as the two pupils bent their knees and dashed forward towards one another. This Domo character didn't prove to be very fast, the young warrior beating him to the center with ample time to spare. As his fiery haired opponent approached he quickly turned his back, bringing around his right leg and connecting with a hard teep kick to Domo's midsection, staggering him back a bit. His opponent quickly shook off the 'cob webs' and pressed forward yet again, this time aiming a sweep kick at his ankles.
Instinctively he jumped back, landing on his hands, finding himself halfway through the motion of a back hand spring. But before he could round back off, Domo had quickly thrust his inside elbow out and struck the young warrior in the chest, respectfully returning the favor and then some, sending him flying back and eventually causing him to land harshly on the ground. As oppose to chasing him down and capitalizing, Domo began to concentrate his energy, and before long he let out a strong grunt.
As he gathered himself up onto one knee from his less than graceful spill, he looked up, his sights causing his mouth to drop ajar. Upon his next visual, Domo had appeared to have an additional set of arms sprouting out from his back.
“The Octopus school is known for their use of Shiyoken to quickly pummel their opponents into defeat! Stay on guard!” Dynammo yelled out, but by the time he had finished his attempt at warning his shocked and confused grandson, Domo had already vanished with an after image, appearing with a surprise grapple attack from behind Tai. The young warrior soon found himself in the tightest standing rear naked choke hold he had ever been in. This was because the choke was four arm layers deep, each of Domo's four arms wrapped around his neck and literally squeezing the life out of him. If he didn't do something fast, he'd loose consciousness in a matter of seconds and loose the battle.
“S-s-special crusher style ball!” He muttered with what little breath he had left, sending forth an orb of purple ki the size of a volleyball up above him and into the face of his opponent. The initial strike loosened the choke hold a bit, but still not enough to get himself free. With his left index and middle finger together, he controlled the ball, repeatedly ramming it into Domo's face before finally he was let free. Once free, he brought the orb of ki around in a wide arch for one final strike, launching it dead into Domo's sternum, and exploding it upon impact. The bulky warrior, immediately after impact, fell onto his back as stiff as a board. The force from the strike and explosion, knocking the wind completely out of his body and rendering him unconscious.
“N-no! Domo!” Gladius cried out as he clinched his fists and shook vigorously with displeasure, he had lost, and he knew it.
“Looks like I never get to see your face again, eh Gladius ? Looks like I win this time around.” Dynammo stated with a smirk and tone of great satisfaction before signaling Tai with his wrinkled hand before turning and walking back towards the dojo. It seemed today turned out to be perfect after all.
Suddenly he got a transmission on his scouter. Magnum Crusher Dee, Codename Dynammo. Report to the Black Rain Planetary outpost for assignments
Dynammo then flew towards his ship and took off to the Black Rain Mercenary Task Force Planetary Outpost which would take him 3 months to get too.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:39:31 GMT -5
-Month 1 Year 4-
Dynammo was jerked awake by the sound of blaring alarms, ringing throughout the royal palace. He still couldn’t believe he was stuck doing such trivial work; guarding a warrior king. Did he honestly need protection? He was supposed to be one of the strongest, if not the strongest mutant triclops alive. In honesty, he wasn’t really sure what the Royal Guard was for. He could feel the Alien’s strength from here, in the antechamber.
Why would he need protection? No, Dynammo knew the truth. He wasn’t seeking protection. He was seeking solace, solitude and isolation from the world beyond his gates. Had he grown disenchanted from his people? The former pirate couldn’t quite tell. He did know however, that being a ruler was stressful. He’d noticed this during his days of piracy, during the time when he had ruled the stars with his Crusher Corps.
Those had been the days; but now, there was no time to reminisce. He had to find out what this disturbance was before it got through to the King. There was no doubt that he had his own fair cache of enemies to worry about. Due to a rather old law, anyone could challenge him for his throne at just about any time. Of course, that meant you had to get through the Royal Guard to do so.
Dynammo hadn’t been a guard for very long, but he knew the rules. Nobody was supposed to get through to King Grant while he was alive. It was true, yes, that he wasn’t on very friendly terms with the King, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t protect the man. He may have been a less than savory personality, but there was nothing Dynammo hated more than shoddy work. He’d experienced the work of amateurs while on the King’s Flag Ship while on Trexia.
They’d been so ill equipped to deal with the threat of nuclear annihilation and piracy that he’d been forced to deal with these threats himself, alongside another Alien who Dynammo knew to be somewhat powerful. Of course, Zorn wasn’t as powerful as Dynammo was, but he was still a fierce warrior in his own right. Warriors like that were the fighters Dynammo loved to encounter during his travels; warriors who were ferocious and well equipped.
However, as his boots plodded along carpeted flooring, he doubted this warrior was anything for him to really worry about. Often times, it was someone who fancied themselves a dare devil. He’d seen it before. Men creeping aboard his ship just to prove that they could, worrying not about the creatures that stalked it’s decks in the dead of night. The thought forced a grin to grace his features that lasted until he reached the balcony.
Before him, stood a handful of what looked like a ragtag assassination crew. To the inexperienced warrior, they might’ve looked threatening, dangerous even. To him, they looked like weaklings. They had tripped the alarms coming up, and gotten tracked on their way. Judging by the blood and burn marks on their leader’s hands, he had probably managed to incapacitate a few royal guards on their way. Typical; the leader was generally the most powerful warrior in the crew. That was simply to be expected.
That didn’t mean he liked the way it worked. A good leader was able to instill fear in his crew whether or not he was stronger than they were. Dynammo had been weaker than a majority of these guards when he’d entered their number, just after the attack on the ship. He was, however, much more skilled in various other areas of expertise. While the leader of their little group pulled a lesser warrior up, over the balcony wall, Dynammo leaned against the door frame. It was as if they were ants, and he was a young boy with a magnifying glass.
”Are you done yet?”, he yawned and placed a hand over his mouth, struggling to stifle his boredom. The machinations of such weak people was nowhere near as exciting as he’d have liked it to be. Oh, they were pretty strong physically and perhaps spiritually, but they were just as weak minded as the ants would have been. They were not interesting or even remotely challenging game to pick apart. Even as the leader turned, Dynammo showed no fear.
“Get him, before he alerts the rest!”, a command that was issued with admirable speed. Had they been more competent and not alerted him what seemed like an eternity ago, they might’ve caught him off guard. He, admittedly, had been dozing off not ten minutes ago. Completely unworried, Dynammo watched as the first warrior out of the three charged him. This was going to be immensely satisfying. He’d get to relieve the boredom that was duty as a Royal Guard!
He slid backwards casually as the man’s fist smashed into the door frame where he had been resting but an instant prior. Smoke and debris went flying out into the carpeted hallway as Dynammo dropped into his combat stance, analyzing his opponent. The first one had a wild and uncontrollable fighting style, while the second and third were more practiced. He could see why this guy was the point man. He was expendable enough to be a distraction.
“Gah!”, the man cried as he struck again, bothered by Dynammo insistence to survive. Oho, he was making enemies already. How precious they were, how foolish. They figured themselves important enough to pursue him as he stood, arms wide open, waiting for their attack. Did they not see that he was preparing to trump them? It was almost amusing. A bemused expression crossed his face as the first warrior stepped in to his guard, arm falling towards his head like a club.
Dynammo’ left hand shot up with astonishing speed, halting the blow by the wrist before spinning forward past it. Energy swirled to life around his free hand, which quickly closed around the second, smaller hostile’s face. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils while he released a point blank pulse of his own power, which manifested in an eerie black glow and smokey discharge. Without much to-do, the man’s body fell backwards from the warrior’s hand, landing with a dull thud on the carpet.
”Heheh. That’s right!”, the Pirate’s voice rose above the sirens and chaos as he buried his boot in the third man’s chest, forcing his body backwards through the doorway and onto his ass. Ki flared to life in his hand once more as he turned, bringing his wrist up to block the first man’s blow. He knew that this guy would probably not just strike once.
A firm strike connected with his wristguard, sending his feet sliding backward on the carpet several inches. Still appearing only mildly entertained, Dynammo merely tilted his wrist and released a second, more powerful discharge of energy. This one took the form of a powerful wave, which slammed into his enemy’s battle armor and sent him careening down the hall, his impact against the far wall accompanied only by a powerful explosion. Heat and wind flew down the walls in the wake of his demise, washing over the willing warrior with a feeling akin to satisfaction.
Now, he turned back to the two remaining fighters, the leader and who must’ve been his second in command. They were whispering back and forth, feverishly, as if they were working out a plan. Quick to point out their flaw, Dynammo spoke with a tone he’d used all his life; his words could look down on them far more than his eyes could.
”Oh, working out a plan are we? Good luck, really.”
Oh, the wonders of condescension and their effect upon a man’s morale. He watched as they turned, immediately, to face him. The traces of anger were apparent upon their faces, tugging at their minds and heartstrings as Dynammo spoke down to them. It was clear from the looks on their faces that they had already acquired a distaste for him. It was understandable. After all, he had managed to destroy their allies with ease and precision. All he had to do now was dispatch these two, or wait until the rest of the guard came as his back up. He didn’t care which path they chose.
”Funny. I thought you were here to meet with King Vegeta, not sit there and stare at little ol’ me. Are you stupid, or just struck by my grace?”, his words were interrupted by a maniacal chuckle every so often, as if he couldn’t contain himself. It was, begrudgingly, true. He was enjoying the fact that he had such an effect on these men and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, these little ants were providing him with entertainment.
Suddenly, the second in command burst forward across the balcony flooring, his stance all but present. He was going to bum rush Dynammo and try to utilize his anger as some form of protection. The Alien genuinely hoped his enemy would realize the folly of his assault, but it didn’t seem likely. The majority of his people weren’t the most intelligent type. It really wouldn’t have shocked him if he were of a different species entirely.
He didn’t bother dropping into his stance as the man flew into his guard. His right hand shot out like a bolt of lightning into the nose of his enemy, bouncing off in a recoil-heavy crack. A thunderlike boom resounded as Dynammo’ boot then made contact with the lieutenant’s knee, forcing it to bend the complete wrong way from the way nature had originally intended. His grin widened as the man suddenly dropped low in pain. Things were going exactly as he’d planned. Or, so he thought.
“Maro!”, the leader called from the end of the balcony, as energy flared to life around the man’s hands, Dynammo watched. His boot sank swiftly into the downed warrior’s gut, swiftly and continuously. Black light burst into existence around his wrist guard, spiraling and snaking down the length of his forearm until it reached his palm, where it expanded with a sickening crack. If their disillusioned leader wanted to play such a game, Dynammo would let him play.
The black energy stretched until it filled the confines of his palm, the white surface of the orb rippling with a form of lethal ki. Gently, as if he were afraid he’d break a bone, the warrior brought both hands together in the area in front of his waist; he held it there as his enemy’s blast charged. He would wait. He didn’t mind, provided it gave him some competition to work with. So far, this fight had been vastly overwhelming.
The glowing light in his enemy’s hand was discharged with a mighty roar, forcing him backward against the marble-esque tile. Dynammo’ own blast now leveled directly at his opponent’s rather formidable looking wave. He knew that it would eat him alive if he would only let it; but he was not intending to allow it to complete such a morbid task. This guy was definitely more powerful than him physically, but energy was Dynammo’ domain. He would not allow someone to rule his world.
The black wave erupted as the bright red blast made contact with Dynammo’ ball of energy. Almost immediately, it consumed his opponent’s blast as if a starving predator in search of food. In this instance, Dynammo was the Alpha Male. The man whose demise was imminent was clearly a beta, a false leader, a rising star in the world of false prophets. He would meet his end with the appropriate swiftness of a man of his intelligence.
”Bad idea!”, Dynammo shouted as his blast overcame his opponent’s defenses, forcing him backward off of the balcony and into the dead of the desert night. If he survived the blast, he’d be killed by the fall. If he survived the fall, he’d be killed by the clean up squads. It was, truly, a job well done on his part. There was little chance that his opponent would survive for longer than it took for the blast to dissipate into the air around him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 12:40:18 GMT -5
-month 2 Year 4-
Never before had the air around him felt so chilly. It made no sense that a room pockmarked by discharges of powerful heat could feel so cold, or so foreign. He'd seen battlefield after desolate battlefield, but nothing struck him as this mortifying. Across from him stood the single most powerful man he knew, who was now unequipping his scouter, pulling it off of his ear and refitting it to the size he figured Dynammo' head to be. This was going to be a learning experience for the former pirate, whether he felt he needed the lesson or not.
Trepidation was building within him, as he stood rooted to the spot. Dynammo had no idea why the man was undoing his scouter, and now checking it so matter of factly. Was he trying to protect it from harm? Did he really value his scouter that much? Or was he preparing to do something else with it? The Alien's eyes remained fixed upon his commander's piece of equipment, which was quickly tossed in his direction. It rolled through the air and directly into his hands, landing smoothly. The man had good aim, a bad sign for Dynammo. Then again, the fear was probably forcing him to think too deeply into the whole thing.
”What do you want me to do with this?” his words sounded snotty, snide. Yet the question was genuine, he had no idea what Commander Cobb wanted him to do with the scanner. He had no use for a scouter. He could sense power levels, and he could tell that Cobb's was massive. The man himself could sense power levels, which was beginning to make Dynammo wonder why exactly he carried a scouter. Often times, warriors developed an attachment to their trophies. Perhaps he had taken it off of a dead man, who had put up a struggle in battle?
“I want you to put it on, and scan my power level, Dynammo.” the statement's pacing was so swift he could have sworn a breeze had blown by. He wanted him to put the scouter on? Why the fuck would he need to do that? Regardless, the Alien kept his reservations to himself and brought the device to his ear. The lens color was red, almost crimson. It was polarized as well, one of the upper end models with a variety of features; clearly a perk of being in charge. He couldn't wait until he achieved a rank like Commander. Not because he coveted such positions within a military complex, no.
He wanted it for the swag that came along with it. He wanted the prizes and the perks, everything that accompanied such a place. As a low class warrior, everything he had ever obtained was taken from another fighter. The boots were the only thing issued to him by the military. He'd had his armor since he killed one of the landing squads that had come to claim him from his life of piracy. His gauntlets were actually made of a frost demon's armored hide, crafted by a professional. Of course, he ended up choking the man to death as payment, but that didn't weigh on his conscience.
The sound of drums filled his ears, or was that just his beating heart? The scouter fell into place on his skull, fitting flawlessly to the shape of his head. He chose not to question how the commander had known the measurements for his head, instead choosing to busy himself with the configuration of the device. By nature, scouters could measure the user's power level, as well as the levels of other warriors in the surrounding area. Generally, they had a range of about twenty miles on a good day. However, a design flaw did not allow them to check true powers.
Some warriors after all, could condense their strength in order to hide from a scouter. It was the man problem of the Alien Military. Any time they encountered a race which was capable of lowering it's power level, they were eventually forced to bust the planet. Well, they were if the race was powerful enough. They did not have the time to wage a guerilla war against an insurgent force. Nor did they have the time to play tag with an army that would not reveal itself to do battle. The only upside to planet busting was the fact that they didn't have to mire themselves down on some foreign world for very long.
Even the weaker Aliens could bust a planet, if they concentrated their energy firmly enough. Hell, Dynammo could bust a planet, and he was just over eighty thousand at his peak level. His fingers worked along the ridge of the device on his ear, eye tracking the characters as they flung themselves across the screen. He'd been doing this for years now. Even before he was a member of the military he'd dealt with scouters. They came in handy when checking out what targets to hit and which to leave alone; as a pirate, that was an invaluable knowledge.
A gentle tone sounded in his ear as the device finished configuration. Quickly, he set it into 'SCAN' mode. Almost instantly, a list of targets scrolled their way down his HUD. Without hesitation, he picked the one labeled as Commander Cobb. It wasn't like he really wanted to check the power levels of anyone else on the station. Then again, he didn't really want to know the specifics of Cobb's power level either. He'd seen some pretty capable warriors in his day, and yet this man seemed to be able to trump all of them. Hell, he was way stronger than Dynammo himself. Still, wasn't like he was unbeatable, was it?
As the device began to whir and shake on his ear, the former pirate watched while the numbers climbed. Six digits; higher than Dynammo' strength indeed. It began with all zeros, moving up rapidly in place values until it could locate a fix. Originally, only the 'one' in the 'hundred-thousands' place moved. Then the 'ten-thousands' place shifted up to a healthy five, prompting a him to bite down firmly upon his gasp-ready tongue. He was almost twice Dynammo' power level! The dialing came to a stop at the number one hundred fifty thousand, three hundred and forty.
Yeah, so Cobb was pretty powerful. That wasn't to be doubted. Hell, it was fact now. He'd expected a high number, maybe over a hundred grand, but to be at a hundred fifty and some change? That was pretty damn impressive. It was said that the Captain of the Ginyu Force was only at about a hundred and twenty, and that was one of the strongest in the entire Planetary Trade Organization. Dynammo himself was at the same level as the Ginyu Force, if not slightly higher. Was he honestly to believe that the man before him contented himself with following the urges of another?
”A-- A hundred and fifty...?”, he couldn't contain it. Through gritted teeth, he grumbled forth the reading. He was supposed to train with this man? Weren't there other, more powerful Aliens aboard the ship? Hell, why didn't he take Letaus to train with him? Nobody cared for or wanted Letaus. Letaus' father probably didn't even want Letaus. At least, no self respecting father would. The man was fool hardy enough to charge a high orbit ion cannon. Coincidentally, those were some of the only crafted weapons that could harm a Alien.
“Yeah, a hundred-fifty grand. Are you really surprised, Dynammo? You're usually so collected. Is that a bead of sweat dripping down your brow right now?”
The man's words were so taunting. He really figured himself powerful enough to trifle with him! Well, in truth, he more than fit the qualifications, and there was a bead of sweat dropping down his brow. He had never had to deal with a man this powerful before, not as an opponent. He'd seen a few in his travels across the stars, but to face off against one? He'd probably eat him alive. That was if he was lucky. If Dynammo was unlucky? Well, he'd be spending a few more days in the med-bay than he had originally or ever intended.
”Shut up! Did we come here to train or not?”, he couldn't show any fear, not to the man before him. While it was true that his limits were far below the man before him, he could still put up as good a fight as he could. Showing fear to a rabid dog only illustrated that it was free to force you down. Showing courage was often all that was required; for this test, he hoped it was true. On the surface, at least. Deep down? He was conflicted. This battle could prove the end of him, but didn't every Alien dream of a difficult struggle like this? Uphill battles were their specialty.
Energy swirled into existence around his feet, forcing the lights above him to flicker as he tried to draw in as much power as he could. At his maximum strength, he could maybe exceed a hundred thousand. Would that be enough to let him survive a battle so charged? He could only hope so. He'd never had to fight anyone quite so powerful as Commander Cobb, and he could only hope he never would in the future.
“You know, my last sparring partner was King Vegeta. The King takes an interest in those who prove themselves worthy of his time, Dynammo... so you should consider your self lucky. Not many warriors get to experience a power like mine, which forces the King to reveal his true strength. Are you ready to get this started?”, he asked as if he didn't already know the man's thoughts. Dynammo' mind was begging him to walk out of the room, to stow his pride and leave. His heart was rooting him to the spot. His body was inquiring as to it's own limits.
The black light that had begun amassing at his feet sprang to life around his body as the scouter's display faded. In truth, it was a white flash that was traced by a solid black outline, separating it from any regular glow. No other light he'd ever seen was so menacing as his own. While originally he'd taken that knowledge in stride, something felt foreboding about the confrontation that was about to take place. Would Cobb assume, because of his nature and appearance, that he had killed his squad mates? Suspicion had already been cast upon him.
The bed headed warrior could only grimace as he waited for his opponent to power up. While his resting power level was already far higher than Dynammo' own, surely he was going to power up. It was a sign of respect, acknowledgment that you were facing a warrior of your own caliber. Or was that not the case? While his stomach experienced the sensation equivalent to free fall, the Alien lowered himself into his stance. He was going to need to brace himself for as much of the impact as he could. Then again, weren't you supposed to let your body relax?
Or did tensing the muscles prepare them for damage? Shit. He had no idea. His mind was racing by him too fast to think of anything except for his impending tenderization.
”What the hell do you think I just asked you? Yeah, I'm ready!”, his words were tierce. He'd had enough talking and enough worrying. For once in his life, he didn't want to think anymore, he wanted to get the entire situation on and over with. By the way the commander dropped into his stance, it seemed he was finally willing to oblige. By the look on his face, it was evident that he wasn't going to be holding back just because Dynammo was under his command.
“Don't forget, Dynammo. If it doesn't kill you, it only makes you stronger... If.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:20:15 GMT -5
-month 3, year 4-
The tanned skinned commander was ready for battle as was the brown skinned Triclops.
The commander shot forward, launching numerous jabs in speedy succession.
Knowing that he’d need more power, Dynammo quickly gathered energy into his cells to mutate his body which in actuality would make him stronger. As the commander came in, Dynammo was blocking his jabs with his open palms. To counter, he launched a knee to the chest of the commander as well as a shin slap to the groin which the armor of the commander absorbed.
Knowing he’d have to bring the heat, he used the flight technique to thrust himself forward, his right shoulder out aimed towards the center of the chest of the commander.
The armor took the hit but the commander was pushed back. Dynammo thrusted his left arm forward with his palm open as he launched a small redish sphere from his open left palm towards the commander who blocked it.
Dynammo then used his energy to increase his speed, circling the commander; creating twelve afterimages of himself. He then decreased the circle, coming in close to the commander; hitting him from all sides and all flanks using his hidden zanzoken maneuver technique to out pace him.
The commander pushed energy out of his body into an explosive Kiai-Ho which hit Dynammo and pushed him back.
Due to the principles of his speed increasing tactic he used to attack, he couldn’t put up a defense and flew back a few feet until he used his powers to stop himself from being pushed back.
Suddenly the commander shot forward out of nowhere and nailed Dynammo square in the chest with a hard right straight jab , then unleashed a Kiai-Ho from his right fist to cause more damage. Dynammo got pushed to the wall and quickly brought his arms in an ‘x’ across his upper body as the commander slammed his knee into his defense.
”Not bad, so this is your mutant form…interesting.” The commander complimented as he held his knee on Dynammo’s blocked chest. He put more weight into the knee and the wall started to crack a bit.
Dynammo roared, gathering his energy and Jin upon screaming. As he was roaring, his two arms pushed off the knee, sending the Commander back six feet.
Dynammo growled. “Your strong, but I’m stronger…” Dynammo then dug deep and unlocked his infected power. He then shot forward and nailed the commander with a hard right to the face then grabbed him with his left hand and commenced head butting the alien commander in his skull numerous times.
Dynammo then threw him into a wall and with his left hand facing the commander with his palm open, discharged a moderate Ki Wave towards the commander who was on the wall.
The commander blocked and grinned. “Now we’re talking!” He yelled as he pulled himself off of the wall. The commander then gathered energy in his two hands and fired a beam at Dynammo who just crossed his arms and blocked the assault.
Shooting through the smoke, Dynammo rushed towards the commander with an elbow to his chest at a alarming speed. The Commander went to dodge to the right and got clipped in the left shoulder. As the hit landed, Dynammo brought his right leg towards the back of the commander’s armor and by using the technique of Crusher Fist; launched a kick with a explosive kickback which sent the Commander flying across the room and onto the ground.
Dynammo then faded from view and reblured coming down on the commander’s back with a twin knee drop which landed. Afterwhich, he grabbed the shoulder blades of the commander with his knees still in his back and got him in a grappling locking maneuver.
The commander roared in pain and screamed. ”Damn you, you got some hidden powers I’ve never seen before” The Commander knew he lost this one, his arms were locked and his back was pinned down. Dynammo then fired a Kiai Ho from his eyes towards the spine of the Commander who screamed in pain upon impact.
”Remember what you said, what ever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I’m a first class mercenary, you don’t scare me.”
The commander grinned, knowing that Dynammo’s skills were superior to any first class mercenary he has ever faced. “You are a true mercenary, this contest is over. You may release me now.”
Dynammo released the commander and he got up to his feet as did the brown skinned Triclops. They both bowed to each other and grinned.
”That was a good match, your skill is good. I’m proud to have you on the team.” The commander said to the brown skinned alien Triclops,
Dynammo smirked. “I had a lot of time to perfect my skills…now is their anything else you’d like from me or may I return to my quarters?”
The commander smirked back at Dynammo. ”No, there’s nothing else, you can retire back to your quarters.”
And with that, Dynammo left to go to his quarters.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:21:32 GMT -5
-month 4, year 4-
The Celexian Epilogue
The night had settled slowly over planet Celexia, and Dynammo couldn't say he enjoyed it. The place felt so damn foreign to him; there were no fields, there were no forests. It was just one urban sprawl after another, spaced out throughout massive deserts. They had to have gotten their water from under ground somewhere, probably deep reserves of it. At least that's what he'd have thought. He hadn't seen any massive lakes or ponds or oceans upon entry. Was it possible, to have a sea beneath a desert?
Grumbling quietly as he strolled forward over what was apparently a tarmac, the Alien glanced up at the sky. He could see the King's Flagship slowly descending over the planet, like some kind of grim shadow. Drawing in a steadying breath, he strode forward at a timely pace, his feet pounding against the pavement like ground beneath him. He was going to need one hell of a head start to catch up to that thing. He could see the engines releasing massive flames to propel the ship forward through Celexian sky; those same engines were famed for their efficiency and speed.
As he reached a sprint, bright purple and white light began to flash and revolve around his feet. Energy was massing in the form of an aura around his body, forcing more power to flood his flesh as his boots slammed into the pavement. His arms accelerated their pumping motion as his legs surged forward, slowly pushing his body off of the pavement as he began to take flight toward the massive ship on the horizon. He could see that King Vegeta's ship was about to make contact with the Celexian Defense Force.
He hadn't been here long, but he could remember hearing about them well enough. They had allowed their land forces, known collectively as Securitech, to deal with him upon his initial arrival. While they had been enough to overwhelm his allies in their pods, Dynammo had been a different story entirely. He had managed to obliterate them in a handful of seconds by using his superior intelligence and knowledge of morale. His allies had probably taken potshots into crowds or risked getting up close.
That had been their downfall, not his. He was not doomed to make the same mistakes that they were. He was naturally intelligent by trait and by nature; he was not to be condemned to death by making some foolish blunder like that. Shit, the thought of his allies dying of their own stupidity brought a grin to his face. When he got home to Vegeta, he was most definitely getting a promotion. As jets screamed to life on his left and right side, the former space pirate could only grin.
Here they came, blasting forward from their home soil like a breath exhaled from Celexia itself. Each jet was small and black, metallic and apparently well crafted. These people were, apparently, much like the Tuffles. They excelled in technology as opposed to anything else. Grinning as he curved off to the left in a daredevil's spiral toward his first target, Dynammo watched as the night sky was illuminated by dozens upon dozens of dancing jets. How intriguing and invigorating!
The first pair went soaring past him with vicious, sound-barrier breaking roars. He had been at cruising speed, to avoid detection. Now that they had managed to pass him? He could kick it up a notch. It was often easier to pursue a jet fighter from behind, as it was often impossible for them to fire backward at their opponent. That was the type of advantage that Dynammo so coveted. He didn't mind if they couldn't fire back at him; he'd still fire right at them.
Both hands cocked carelessly at his waist as he accelerated, his bed headed hair whipping furiously against his face. He couldn't sense anything powerful inside of the jets; and if they were merely weak they'd still have been able to fly without help. He was about to beat these bastards like they'd stolen something, and indeed they had. By building an underground mall where his ship was supposed to land, they had inadvertently stolen his time. He wouldn't even need to be here if it weren't for them. So now, as that same bright purple light slowly collected in his hands, Dynammo steeled himself for some more debris.
He threw both hands together simultaneously, sending jets of black and purple light flying through the blue sky that encased him. The jet on the left seemed to lock onto Dynammo' discharge as if it were a missile and quickly spun to the side, it's long body twisting and turning to avoid it. However, the jet on his right seemed to fail in it's detection or react too slowly, veering off just as the other jet completed it's evasion.
It lit up in a blossom of heat and smoke, falling quickly toward the city below as gray smoke billowed off of it in a lengthy plume. He didn't care to watch it as it careened into a building and then subsequently, out the other side in equally destructive fashion. His body curved in an effort to follow the remaining jet as it soared through the sky, turning to try and get a sight on it's opponent. Dynammo knew he could out speed the contraption before him; so that didn't really bother him very much.
Adrenaline forced it's way through his veins as he continued forward, curving his path to be superior to that of his opponent's as another pulsing light emerged from thin air into his hands. He was about to murder this guy with extreme prejudice; something he took more pride in than anything else. Taking aim as more wind whipped at his hair, the Pirate took advantage of his years of extreme training. He'd have been able to make this same shot in the middle of a sandstorm, taking place in a gravity chamber, while partially blinded.
He released his pulse and then quickly ascended through the skies toward his next target, a small fleet of the things which appeared to be closing in on King Vegeta's flag ship. Several Aliens had already been dispatched and were dealing with the jets appropriately, but he had to catch up or else he'd never make it home. After all, a planet scheduled for resale was not one frequently kept stocked with food. Hell, he didn't know if their food was safe for him to eat. He hadn't had a decent meal since he'd arrived.
Why would he take the time to skin one of the Celexians? First he'd have to de-fur it and then he'd need to sterilize it somehow, and then he'd have to take care of that atrocious stench that seemed to rise off of their bodies like some kind of super power. It was disgusting, the scent they produced. It was infuriating as well. He probably smelled exactly like they did, by now. The desert sun had not been kind to him.
He increased in altitude sharply as he rose through the skies, now able to see the fight clearly. The Aliens were ripping through the fleet without much difficulty, but they were out numbered. It was probably one of the Commander's squads; or, so he'd have thought. As he neared his new found allies, he quickly noted the insignias that littered their battle armor; it was clear that they were some kind of Elite. Hopefully, they would be feeling jolly enough to let him pass.
Otherwise, something told him that shit was going to hit the fan.
”Dynammo, is that you?”, called a familiar fighter's voice, as it approached from beneath him. It belonged to a low class warrior, appropriately named Bulluce. He was supposed to be on-planet already when the battle began; for a hazardous moment, dread raced through his blood, which ran cold. Was it possible that he'd heard of the betrayal on Celexia? If he had, was it possible that he knew Dynammo was the one who had orchestrated the entire thing? Black eyes locked onto Bulluce's rising form.
”Bulluce!”, he called out, voice full of mock surprise and shock. Bulluce appeared to be heavily damaged, suffering from wounds all over his body. Apparently, he'd been discovered on the ground somewhere. From the burns and scorch marks that littered his armor, the batons had sunk into his flesh a great many times. The warrior grinned as this realization came to pass. ”Great to see you!”
He called out to his ally, who grinned before noticing the black and white light that had manifested itself in his hand. As he noted the ball, his jaw quickly fell open, preceding the third flash of light across the sky as Dynammo loosed the attack in Bulluce's direction. For a moment, the Alien seemed to hang suspended in the sky, before his new opponent's blast sent him flying toward the Earth once more. Bulluce released a guttural roar as his body entered it's descent, a cloud of black smoke rising from it.
However, Dynammo wasn't done. His body quickly vanished, appearing in the center of his former ally's flight path. Both hands were knotted together above his head, preparing their timing. As soon as the downed fighter entered his guard, Dynammo' fists came slamming down hard upon his chest plate, shattering it with a gigantic crack, that seemed to carry across the sky.
Bulluce's body went flying once more toward the Celexian soil. The pirate's hands rose once more, this time releasing several chasing pulses of black and white down after him. Watching the Alien's battered body fall swiftly into the city below, Dynammo turned his attention once more to the sky; his eyes alight with fire as he dashed off toward the flag ship once more. He didn't need confirmation on whether or not his opponent even knew of his betrayal.
As far as he was concerned, he was the only survivor on Celexia. Bulluce being alive would only foster doubt and suspicion of his story. He already knew what he'd tell them; that his squad mates had fought valiantly and with all the courage deserving of a Alien. Of course, they had all died like cattle, but that didn't worry him. The pods had no internal video capture device, so it wasn't as though someone was going to prove him wrong.
With any luck, that story would separate him from the unranked and the ranked. He would be able to finally ascend into the elite class; at the very least, he'd be within reach. He had been born a low class fighter, but even he knew that he was far too powerful for any designation of that sort. He'd always been different, more powerful, faster, more quick on the uptake. Hell, his last squad had died doing what he'd done with ease.
Atop that, they hadn't the brains to do the same thing he'd done. He'd tried cutting a deal with those people, and it'd failed. It wasn't his fault that the rest of the Aliens who had landed on this pathetic planet were so weak and foolish; it wasn't his fault that they were so fucking incompetent. It was their own fault for dying like fish down a drain.
As he raced through the aerial battlefield, no warriors cast glances over their shoulders to check Dynammo' identity. He was clearly a Alien, judging from his battle armor and his rather normal appearance. The inhabitants of Celexia were those weird, furry looking fellows who were so very easy to kill. For all they knew, he was probably a courier to the King. Of course, they'd be looking when he entered the flagship. They'd all be looking at Dynammo with reverence, as they should have. He was a war hero now, after all. He couldn't have lesser warriors disrespecting him!
Then again, even if they did, he'd have probably just murdered them. Unfortunate accidents were always a possibility.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:22:29 GMT -5
-month 5, year 4-
No Reprieve – Pride's Punishment
His boots plodded along the tiled flooring as he approached the Commander's office, his face twisted in a dark scowl. He knew what he was here for. He'd started a scuffle in the middle of the mess hall, and this was his punishment for it. He was probably going to be set upon some trivial task in order to complete his sentence; he merely hoped it wasn't Saiba clean up. If he had to spend his days frying the corpses of a variety of Saibamen training units, he didn't think he'd be able to continue living within the confines of the station.
There was nothing more trivial than to be set upon such a task. The only reason the position was even needed was because some of the weaker, less competent warriors were unable to finish the job on weakened Saibamen. They were hardly above twelve-hundred power level, and yet it seemed that more and more of them had started to survive some training sessions. He could only imagine the type of filth that would spare such lowly creatures. Probably some of the children, or the weaker warriors. Maybe those with doubts to their cause? Who knew?
He entered the office and stood against the wall, eyes on the various medals and awards that filled the room. Commander Zupa was a first class Alien, and through his travels he had acquired a fair collection of accomplishments. He could see several landing force pins, a myriad of victory medals and an entire case filled with individual challenge awards. The only way to rank up in the Alien Army, officially, was to murder or kill your commandant. Promotions in the field were only ever awarded in the event that the man who previously occupied your place had come down with a case of death.
As it so happened, many of Dynammo' squad leaders had come down with a sudden case of the deadlies. Sometimes, they were accidents. Other times, they were accidents, caused by Dynammo himself. Of course, he'd never take credit for such orchestration, but the personal satisfaction was reward enough. Besides, if anyone even somewhat intelligent learned of his true mentality, they would probably try to kill him. While he loved a good scrape just as much as any Alien aboard the station, he wasn't in the mood to field murder attempts every other day.
His boots crossed at the ankles as the Commander came in, a few seconds behind him. Judging by the burn marks on his hand, he had administered a fair amount of punishment to Letaus'. The thought of that smug bastard brought a grin to Dynammo' face. Something about another man's suffering had forced a brief bout of glee within his heart, stirring an emotion most Aliens had lost, unless they were in the heat of battle.
Was he a sadist? Oh, most definitely. Did that bother him? Not in the slightest. He didn't care about the thoughts of someone less important than himself. Coincidentally, the universe was full of them. Dynammo' eyes followed his Commander as he stepped into the room, striding to the area just behind his desk to examine some of the medals Dynammo had been inspecting mere seconds ago. It wasn't hard to imagine this man in the middle of battle, consumed by a vicious blood lust. He looked savage.
Facial hair lined his jaw, while the hair on his head stood to every end. He was muscular, having worked hard for his physique from years of battle and training. Scars littered his arms and armor, which was proof of his position. On the left side of his chest, over his heart, was a massive dent. It was not easy to dent flexweave, and as Dynammo' eyes lingered on the mark on his commander's armor, he wondered what could have possibly caused it.
Whatever, it didn't matter. Not to him anyway. He wasn't planning to go toe to toe with the commander any time soon. Doing such a thing would be equivalent to suicide, as far as he was concerned. While he would love to have a scrape, he loved inhabiting the world of the living more than he did battle. His dark eyes flickered to the man's gruff face as he turned to stare directly at Dynammo, his piercing gaze powerful enough to glare through a tank's armor. Now, as that gaze was leveled at him directly, the lesser ranked warrior crossed his arms.
”You called for me?”, Dynammo' voice was a low growl, as he questioned the man who was glaring so intently in his direction. What exactly did he expect he was doing? Did he think he was frightening Dynammo? If so, he would probably be disappointed to know the truth. Dynammo was rarely actually frightened, especially by a man so foolish as the one before him. While it was true that the commander was very powerful, Dynammo' doubted he was very intelligent. Something about the way he carried himself proved that to him.
“Yeah, but after that stunt in the mess, I've got a different plan in mind for you. At first I was going to ask you what happened on Trexia with your squad, but now we're going to give a bit more. After you tell me what went down, we're doing some... personal training in my private room. We'll see if you need any extra punishment after that.” , the statement itself was worrisome enough. However, the prospect of actually doing battle with his commander was a bit dangerous. He knew the man was fairly likely to murder him and label it a training accident.
”Training, you said?”, his words were wary, and rightfully so. That type of thing happened a lot. You'd hear of a particularly rough training sessions and then mysterious disappearances, or maybe you'd just never hear of their training partner ever again. Admittedly, Dynammo' too was guilty of perpetuating this phenomenon. He'd ended a small handful of lives in the training chamber, beneath the force of his boot. That was part of the reason he didn't trust this 'invitation' to train with Commander Zupa. He'd heard of a lot of mysterious deaths.
“Yeah, training. But for now, we're going to get down to business. What happened on Trexia with your squad? They shouldn't have known you guys were coming, considering they've got some sub par satellite technology, and virtually no warning system.”, something in that stern tone revealed the truth to Dynammo. This was going to be an interesting training session indeed. For what seemed like an eternity, Zupa examined Dynammo' expression for any and all signs of betrayal. Dynammo' could tell that he was wondering how weak little Dynammo had managed to survive such a vicious encounter. Much more how he'd gotten onto the flag ship.
Then he'd managed to fight off Space Pirates and prevent a nuclear detonation. The briefest impulse took over Dynammo' mind, one of insanity and a sign of his recent love for danger. He'd been in some pretty sticky situations, and yet all of them merely excited him. They forced his heart and mind to race to an unknown finish line. He never knew how long the sensation would last, but he was becoming increasingly enamored with it. It was exhilarating, but he knew he had to preserve himself before anything else. He was the single most important thing in his life.
”I put this in the Report. We entered the atmosphere and did the usual check. None of their satellites or defense forces had anything on any frequency, and we were undetected. But, when we got into the sky, something went wrong. The area I landed in was cordoned off, like they were waiting on me. My pod broke through the street I landed, which was directly where I was scheduled to, and I ended up in some underground mall thing. I heard screams over the CB, and I assumed that was the rest of the squad...”, and now he paused. This next part was going to require a bit of acting.
He was going to need to convince this man that Bulluce had been the traitor. Normally, sure, it'd be easy. But Bulluce had been a second class Alien, one that was actually pretty loyal to the empire. It wouldn't be simple convincing Zupa, who was a fan of Dynammo' deceased squad mates, that Bulluce had set them up. It was actually going to be pretty complex and difficult, considering he wasn't exactly the world's best actor. Face measuring evenly, the Alien weighed his words carefully. If he fucked up, he'd get fucked up even worse in that training session.
”The only one who didn't report anything was Bulluce. I've got no idea where the hell his ass was at, but I ended up running in to him later on, after I managed to work my way to the flag ship. When I was flying toward the interception crew, no idea what unit, I saw him flying up from the woodlands with his armor all screwed. Then he attacked me and I dealt with him, before moving back to the ship. Not much else to tell, I guess. He wasn't much of a match for me, but then again, traitors can rarely fight as well as loyal fighters can.”
“Are you saying you think he was the traitor? That he'd sell out your squad?”, Zupa's eyes narrowed as he placed both hands on his desk. The man leaned forward, obviously displeased with what he was hearing. Dynammo couldn't tell if it was because he hadn't seen this coming, or if it was because he distrusted the younger Alien's words. Admittedly, he was a pretty shady guy. He had very few allies on the station, and a majority of his squad members seemed to end up dead on combat missions. He adjusted his position, uncrossing his arms and gesturing as if he were unsure, shrugging noncommittally.
”You tell me. Why would he attack me if he was happy to see me? I know I was damn happy to see a squad mate of mine alive. If he hadn't attacked me, I'd have just went with him to the flag ship.”
The story itself was sound. Because Dynammo hadn't worn a scouter going in, they couldn't check his story with video logs. He'd managed to destroy Bulluce's as well, so they couldn't check his. Up until the point where they were all wiped out, there was nothing incriminating. Dynammo, during his descent, had inquired about how the Trexians could have known they were coming. Back there he'd played his part well. All he had to do now was play it equally well here. If he managed to do that, there'd be no trouble and he'd get off, for the most part, scott free. He was too smart to get caught by the Aliens.
”That's about it. Did you really need to know anything else?”
“No. That's all I need to hear. When are you set to leave the station next?”, the man's question sounded innocent enough. However, Dynammo couldn't help but feel that there was something underlying the calm demeanor in which he had asked it. It was as if he were setting him up for some sort of trap. Was it possible that this man was intending to kill him in their training session? As he searched his brain for the exact date, he wondered. Death was not exactly something he was seeking. It'd be best if the Commander thought that he was leaving soon, and would be missed.
”Boots hit the ground on the third”, he could probably earn himself a forward deployment within that date. Especially if the Commander had a particularly brutal training session with him. Injuries were more or less requisition forms home. Then again, how many people really wanted to return to Planet Vegeta? It was filled with bars and brothels, which served the majority of it's people and a few outsiders. While the Alien economy wasn't exactly thriving, the planet was still host to hundreds of thousands of visitors. Most of them were aliens or Tuffle stragglers, which the King refused to acknowledge.
Anyone who even remotely looked like a Tuffle was, however, quickly dealt with. If the Alien Defense Force discovered them, they were immediately killed. It was for that reason that any survivors of the original war remained hidden away in the deserts of Planet Vegeta. Sometimes they'd send some patrols into the night, but rarely if ever did anyone actually search for them. Still, Dynammo didn't resemble any Tuffles he knew of. For that reason, he cared very little about such a threat or occurrence. As Zupa stared him down for another moment, he wondered when the hell they were actually going to train.
”Let's go do this, then. Shall we?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:24:04 GMT -5
-month 6, Year 4-
“Dynammo, get in here!”, the Commander's voice rose above the standard sounds of the mess hall, forcing the Alien to look up him his rather appetizing meal. What was so important that it couldn't wait for his food to be eaten? Half irritated and half hungry, the Alien glanced down at his soon to be abandoned nourishment. If he left now, someone else would take it and he'd be left hungry. That wasn't allowed to happen; while other people may've been the type to allow everyone else to have at it, Dynammo was not. He was selfish and he would have admitted that within a heart beat. It was his nature.
He stood from the table, ignoring the lustful looks from a cavalcade of Alien Warriors. Those little grubby bastards had already gotten enough to eat; he had only just come in from Guard Duty for the King, which was both food-less and payless. They didn't allow a Royal Guard to eat lunch while the King was in mortal danger, despite the fact that King Vegeta could have easily dispatched some of the heartiest assassins. He was under no actual threat. If anything, it would have allowed the man to enjoy himself a little. Even the King of a Warrior Race was still a Warrior at heart.
His feet walked the path almost automatically. He had been conditioned by now to know where to go in times like these, and he would not be bothered by the mongrels who continued to eye his back in envy as he strode forward toward the trash. They wished they had the rations to spare before they were shipped out, and he couldn't really blame them. A lot of their appetites were impressive. Dynammo himself was one of the more picky eaters aboard the orbiting station. Even his already large appetite made theirs look absolutely voracious.
His food tray fell into the receptacle quickly, tumbling for hundreds and hundreds of feet before finally clanging against the hundreds of other metal trays. Often, there was a collection of empty trays at the bottom of that chasm, picked clean by the hunger-heavy warriors who lived in the barracks and mess hall above. He wouldn't have been very surprised if his tray was one of the only ones not completely cleansed of nourishment. At least, one of the aforementioned that hadn't been left that way by force. A common form of bullying aboard the ship was to throw aside a lone warrior's meal, signifying that he wasn't worthy enough to enjoy it.
“Why're you wasting your food, asshole? Don'cha know we've got some actual warriors who need food around here?”
As the tray's clattering and clanging came to an abrupt halt, a second, equally pleasant sound emerged from behind him. For a moment, he considered ignoring it, but that would have only incited an even more pitiful presentation. Instead, his head turned to look at the source of his latest displeasure, a Alien he knew as Letaus. Dark eyes narrowing, Dynammo appraised the fighter who now stood with his crew, mocking him so openly. He had seen Letaus around before. Despite what he'd said, he didn't seem to be a very useful warrior.
He was just like everyone else in this place. Loyal to a fault, luckless and mentally decrepit. His brain was probably a grave yard. The lights weren't even on, to show that nobody was home. It was the perfect abode to knock some good sense in to, via demolition. There had been no love lost between Letaus and Dynammo in the past. No, they'd often displayed their distaste for each other through several methods. Brutal, victor-less spars, even full out battles that threatened to rock the station they now stood on. Each time it had ended in some form of intervention, but today Dynammo wasn't in the mood.
He had recently discovered that there would be no glory, no award. He'd been bumped up to Alien Third Class, conveniently a class below the dimwitted man who stood behind him. Turning to face his rather cocky and uncooperative competitor, the Warrior's neck jerked quickly to the side, releasing a clearly audible crack. He would not allow himself to be mocked by such an infuriating individual, no matter how strong he was or how equal they always seemed to be. It wasn't his food to throw away, no matter what he or his cronies seemed to think. Besides, he'd been forced to throw it away.
”Why're you wasting your oxygen, idiot? Aren't you aware that other, smarter Aliens need to breathe?”, his words came out quickly, like a whip made of words. Letaus merely chuckled as the retort reached his ears, before turning to his squad mates and issuing a low, mocking laugh. The sound, to Dynammo, was like nails scratching a chalk board. It forced a shiver to race up his spine, and his hair to stand on end. His fingers twitched at his hip as his muscles prepared themselves. He knew this man in battle better than any other warrior in existence; he would not get the jump on anyone.
“In the mood to talk some trash? Don't you remember the last time I kicked your ass, Dyne-Cue?”, and out came the nickname. That name induced flashes of primal rage throughout his mind, but right now he was simply too hungry to care. It could wait a little while, his vengeance. Hadn't he somewhere to be? But, no matter how hard he tried to step away or turn the other cheek to perform his duty, something within him forced him to stand his ground. He was not about to give way to such a fucking idiot as Letaus. Scowling, he stared the man down while everything in the mess hall seemed to come to a grinding, noiseless halt.
”You mean the time where you left me with a broken arm and shattered knee-cap? Sounds familiar.” The sting of his words were sharp and quick. He watched as the other man's posture straightened, and his squad seemed to fall together a small distance behind him. If they got into a fight in the mess hall, some tables were going to be over turned, and some casualties were going to be had. Dynammo' fists clenched as he thought of the punishment in store for the survivor; he'd heard tell of some brutality, though he never imagine that he'd be on the receiving end of it. Still, it was most definitely worth it.
Anything was worth it, to give this prick a rather tenacious beat down. It was true, undoubtedly, that Letaus was more powerful than Dynammo in a wide variety of regards. It was why he still out ranked him. However, Dynammo had one thing going for him that a majority of Aliens simply lacked. He was naturally intelligent, both in and outside of combat. Letaus was a combat genius, but his intelligence and raw skill matched about as well as his battle armor did. Pink and green; he looked like some foreign holiday mascot, and it was sickening. Sure, Dynammo wasn't exactly the prime Alien, but he looked far better.
He was of a lean build, body long and sleek. It explained his aptitudes well. Though he was muscular and hosted a relatively well built body, he was fast and cunning. He knew how to shape energy in ways that others could only dream of. It was intriguing, really. He was more proficient than most of the fighters here, and yet he was constantly forced to play the lap dog or the subservient underclassman. Unfortunately for Letaus, today was not a day on which Dynammo felt particularly subservient. In fact, he was feeling downright rebellious, and in the mood to show it.
“Yeah right. My knee works perfectly fine, and so does my arm!”, as if the words weren't infuriating enough, he waved both limbs in a tell-tale fashion. It was like he thought it explained everything, and it was infuriating. For a brief moment, a very brief respite from the world of idiots he seemed to be trapped inside, Dynammo placed a palm on his forehead. It was hardly possible that someone could be so frustratingly stupid. The fact that Dynammo' own arm was working was proof of... God damn it. ”Limbs heal, nitwit. Don't you see that I can move my wrist and elbow perfectly fine?”
He then waved them, more for mocking effect than anything else. Letaus was the exact opposite of Dynammo; naturally stupid, and born with what seemed like a silver spoon in his mouth. In his life, Dynammo had lied, cheated and stolen for everything he'd ever acquired. Hell, even his beautiful blue body armor had been stolen off of a dead body. He couldn't remember what the man's face had looked like, but he remembered a rather ferocious battle in the regard that he had been unable to crack the armor itself. However, the skull was far more easily done away with. Most often, anyway.
Moments ago, he'd merely had to walk his way to the Commander's office, and see whatever it was that he had wanted. Now, it seemed like everything was going amiss, as if everything were going horribly wrong. Then again, he had grown stronger since his last visit to the station. It was possible that he had now exceeded Letaus' combat strength, though the Alien had somehow learned to suppress it. It was a wonderful trick when done against Scouters or the like, but Dynammo was not using a scouter. He could feel the man's resting level, and he could remember the sensation of encountering the man's combat level in battle.
“You sound like you've gotten a healthy dose of balls in you, Dyne-Cue. You wanna go right now?”, these words triggered a mass reaction from the Aliens who had now gathered around them both, watching this show down with interest. Dynammo was famed for being one of the weaker warriors aboard, but somewhere, deep down, he felt they knew of his real strength. As Letaus' terrible breath bore down upon his nostrils, Dynammo looked up into the warrior's eyes without fear. He was not afraid of any punishment, so long as he knocked off this block's head.
”What do you think?”, his reply was breathless, short and sour. Something about the tone in his voice set it apart as more of a challenge than anything he'd said so far; perhaps it was the condescension, practically dripping from out from his parted lips. His mind raced, while his blood pumped quickly through his veins. He was in no mood to deal with this shit heap's bull. He was in the mood to kick some ass and forget this man's name, and he was in the mood to do it pretty quickly. His eyes were glowing with some form of life, as if they were alive all to themselves.
Letaus' fist came crashing in from the right side of Dynammo' peripheral vision, cutting through the air with a sickening curve. Dynammo' body ducked backward without hesitation, allowing the scythe-like blow to sweep right on by him. Eyes never leaving his opponent's, Dynammo' fist slung quickly toward Letaus' hip. With immense satisfaction, he felt it sink into his enemy's battle armor and send the man stumbling to the side. Grinning wildly now, his other fist came around quickly toward the enemy's face, racing against the reaction time of a more powerful warrior.
Unfortunately, Letaus' wrist rose up in defense, catching the blow before it could connect. A loud 'boom' echoed through the walls of the mess hall, forcing several tables aside from the sheer force of the collision. In retaliation, the other warrior's hand curled and swung upward into Dynammo' gut. He lurched forward from the force packed into the strike, but quickly came to his senses. If he remained stunned for longer than a second, this battle was going to be over. His body rolled forward through the air, taking flight as he flipped over his enemy.
As the other man turned to catch him before he landed, Dynammo' arms hooked themselves under Letaus' arms before accelerating at full speed and releasing him, sending the warrior flipping through the air at a high speed. Though his body spun and turned through the center of the room, pulses of energy were still loosed from his hand with a wild, machine-gun like accuracy. They slammed firmly into the wall behind him, one of them even flying through the trash flap his tray had gone through mere moments before. Heat and smoke washed over him as scorch marks littered the walls, and his enemy landed.
Taking aim, Dynammo sprang forward and forced both palms together. Quickly, a black ball of floating light massed in the air in front of his collected hands, hovering for an instant before releasing a powerful beam in Letaus' direction. The other Alien raised both arms in defense, but he was quickly knocked aside by a larger, more powerful Alien. The man batted the beam downward into the ground with a lazy swipe, placing eyes on Dynammo as Letaus' went crashing to the tiled floor beneath his feet. Though this brought him some immense satisfaction, he knew that this was no good thing.
When the smoke filled the mess hall, Commander Cobb's deep voice took precedence over the whispers of dozens of eager Aliens.
”What is it you think you're doing, exactly? No, stay down, Letaus!”, his voice was interrupted by the sound of a boot being planted upon a chest. He was clearly demonstrating his dominance over the downed warrior, whose head could be heard thudding off of the linoleum. Struggling to bite back his chuckle, Dynammo straightened as his view of the situation was obscured by the smog. How he would have loved to see the expression on the man's face, when his head met the fucking ground.
“And Dynammo! Why the hell aren't you in my office? I've been waiting on your slow ass for ten minutes, so get in there before you're cleaning the floor with your teeth.”, the threat was growled and though it was low volume, it was more easily audible than any other whisper in the room. Clearly, the other men were rather surprised that the Commander had left his office just to retrieve Dynammo. They were equally surprised that he hadn't been the one with his head slamming against the floor. Perhaps he had acquired that glory on Trexia after all.
Grinning smugly to himself as he turned to exit the room and things returned to normal, a dark shroud fell over Dynammo' mind as he pondered the possibilities of discussion. Was he finally being allowed outside a longer range than he had before? If so, would he be able to find his ship and reunite with his crew?
”Coming, Commander.”
Oh, yes; he sounded like quite the sheep.
-Zenni Please-
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:25:05 GMT -5
-month 7,year 4-
The room was crowded; too crowded for his taste, but he hadn't exactly gotten to know any other establishment so intimately. He'd been frequenting Borgia's for the entirety of his Alien Mercenary Organization experience. The other bars were too unsavory or too dirty. This place was reasonably clean, and the prices were dirt cheap. The beer could have been better, but what could he have honestly expected? His expectations may have been placed a bit higher than they should have been. He was used to the best wine in the galaxy, procured via less than legal methods.
Then again, was something really illegal if there were no galactic laws? The morality of piracy was very subject to opinion. Morality itself was subject to opinion; Dynammo felt he was doing pretty well for himself as an entrepreneur. Other people thought he was some scum, who deserved to be wiped off the face of the intergalactic map. Coincidentally, many had tried to do just that. Conveniently, many of them had failed in their attempt. Still, the alcohol in this place tasted like piss. It paled in comparison to his beloved elixir, Xeon 49. The place only had one bottle, and they were keeping it locked up tight.
But, he didn't care about the method to his madness. He was here to relax, unwind; he had only just managed to put some boots on the ground earlier in the evening. Admittedly, it felt pretty good. He'd been on foreign soil too long, and as much as he despised the people of his home world, he could not deny it's elegance. It was far too good for it's inhabitants; that much was clear to him. Desert after desert dotted the landscape, oases were few and far between. The only major one he could think of was beneath his feet. Flanie City, Planet Flanie.
Sure, there were Tuffle ruins that seemed to turn up here and there, but no one ever found any life in them. Any remaining Tuffles were smart enough to stay in hiding, as opposed to risk facing the might of the Alien War Machine. His people were good for one thing, and one thing only; making war against, well, anything. If there was an enemy in the galaxy, the Aliens would fight it. If it was possible to fight it, they would overcome it. In honesty, his people bred well beneath the boot of adversity. They had been subservient to the Cold Empire for years now, and they'd only flourished.
Cold had offered them the chance to do what they did best as a career opportunity. As it so happened, they were naturally more powerful than most other creatures. As a result however, discrimination was widespread. On the surface of Planet Flanie, many other species were frequently discriminated against. As it so happened, he could see it happening across the bar. Over at the counter itself, opposite his booth seat, he could see a group of rather rowdy Aliens pushing around a weaker, fish-like alien. Was it possible that they thought themselves better than he?
Probably. They weren't wearing any scouters. They probably couldn't sense the thing's power level, nor could they fathom his reason for failing to retaliate. As a general rule, Aliens did not bode well to sit and take punishment. For that reason, they couldn't understand why anybody else could or would. Taking a sip of his cheap beer, the Alien at the booth watched as they began pushing and jostling the fish faced alien, almost forcing him off of his stool. From his place, Dynammo himself couldn't help but wonder why the man did not fight back.
He was clearly more powerful than his tormentors; he could feel that aura from his seat. The Aliens around him were all low class fighters, probably not even ranked in the militia. They were easily in mid-life cycle, but not much older than Dynammo himself. Placing his beer on the table, he leaned back and crossed his arms. For this excursion into the Alien world, he had donned his old scarf and cape which now decorated his battle armor. He could, vaguely, sense an energy signature in the room spiking. Usually, this place was pretty quiet.
Usually was the key word in that statement. Aliens didn't take kindly to intruders on their home world. How far would they go to eject this man from the bar? He could hear snippets of their words, calling him a myriad of names and things. Begrudgingly, he was forced to admit that he'd have snapped already. Though he was one of the more even tempered Aliens, even he could not stand the type of insults they were throwing forward to him. He'd have broken all of their weak little limbs, and then liberated their teeth from their mouths, if it were him.
”C'mon... Don't take that.”, he murmured beneath his breath. He was interested in some entertainment, now. He wanted to see some Dinner Theater, and if it came to it, get involved himself. After his training battle with Cobb, he'd been eager to test out the power he'd experienced before. He hadn't ever been able to unlock a strength like that in combat, nor had he been able to harness his adrenaline in such a moment of clarity. He wanted to test it out on someone who was already a lower combat strength than he himself. These men fit the bill, and if a brawl broke out, he'd have an excuse. As it so happened, the Alien Police Force was very tolerant of general violence.
That was probably because every time a Alien got his ass beat, he only became stronger. Some called it evolution, some said that it was just the old addage. However, 'studies' had proven the Zenkai Effect to be truth. Dynammo himself had felt it; ever since Cobb had beaten the hell out of him in that training chamber, he had grown in strength. It was strange. Only by entertaining a near death experience, could he truly gain power. Training was less effective than being beaten half to death. It was almost funny. The worse at his job he was, the stronger he became.
His fist clenched as he watched the alien be pushed from his seat, finally having been removed by the Aliens who were so against him. He was getting bothered by the alien's lack of resilience. Was he not going to stand up for himself? It was strange, the peace of mind this strange, fishy bastard seemed to possess. Appearing dejected, the fishy alien merely meandered out of the bar, his face crestfallen. As the man stepped out of the door, the Aliens turned their gaze to him. If they intended to bother him, they were going to earn themselves a visit to the infirmary.
“You gotta problem?”, their apparent leader was glowering menacingly in Dynammo' direction. Clearly, they had no idea who they were preparing to mess with. His eyes narrowed as the Aliens approached, swaggering over to the table as if they owned the place. Whoever had told them that was very misinformed; if they had come to the conclusion themselves then they were even worse. This bar had been his favorite since he'd arrived on Flanie. If they thought it was theirs, he was going to have to teach them a rather memorable lesson.
”What do you think, big man?”, his own voice was snide and snotty. It was easily apparent that he had an attitude problem. Or, so he hoped it would seem. He was aching to teach these new arrivals, for he had certainly never seen them before, how to act in his favorite establishment. His arms slowly uncrossed, before planting themselves against the wooden table in front of him. He needed to be ready to move, if he had to. While the men before him were certainly weaker than he was, he had no idea how destructive they were.
“I think you've gotta problem, and I think I know how to fixit for ya!”, his tones were deep and gravelly, as if he'd just choked down a hard to swallow meal. The man's right fist cocked in the air, fingertips curling to produce a swirling vortex of azure. Though the energy was fairly bright, Dynammo did not take his eyes away from the man's face. This was between the two of them, and nobody else. If the men behind him got involved, Dynammo would have to destroy them as well. It wasn't his fault that the inhabitants of this planet only grew less and less intelligent as time passed.
As the light swirled and danced in the man's palm, Dynammo' leisurely stood. He was not intimidated, nor would he ever be, by such unfortunate souls. He had spent his entire life defeating people for a living. He had killed more men than he could ever hope to count, and this man, if he persisted, would merely add himself to the count. As this thought raced through his calmed mind, the former pirate strode directly up to his soon to be opponent, who towered above him with ease. This height deficit did not bother him. He had seen bigger, beaten stronger.
”Oh? How about it then, big guy?”, his words were provocation to this man at the highest level. He had gotten up in his face and failed to show any fear; while this was similar to the treatment the alien had given him, this was much more defiant, direct. Judging by the way his face contorted, he clearly felt himself entitled to some form of special treatment. What was it with Aliens and their need to be special? Dynammo didn't care if he was the most powerful, or even if he was the weakest. All he wanted was to succeed and thrive, by any means necessary.
“Do you know who I am?!”, oh, yeah. Now he was pretty mad. Judging from the rise in his volume, Dynammo was starting to get under his skin. How much longer would he be able to take before he snapped like a twig?
”I think the better question is, do I care?”, was he meaning to come across as so defiant? He couldn't tell what he'd been thinking heading in to this encounter. His intentions hadn't been very noble, but now he was looking like some kind of soft avenger. Rarely, if ever, did a Alien stand up for a lesser species. Certainly, on the outside, this looked like he was defending the fish faced alien. Perhaps that was why so many eyes were being drawn to him now; he was the center of the bar's attention. Even the owner was staring at him, surprised that he had stood up so quickly.
He couldn't tell if they thought him soft or resolute, but it didn't matter very much. The men who now opposed him were going to die if they decided to strike out against him. That was simply fact. He could see this conflict going no other way; if the man before him decided to attack directly, he'd be overwhelmed in the blink of an eye. If any of his little cronies decided to help, they too, were far weaker than Dynammo. Narrowing his eyes as if he were locking in on a target, he listened as the man spoke once more, clearly under the impression that he could change Dynammo' mind.
“I'm the son of Royal Guard Captain Dira, haven't you ever heard of him?”, no, as a matter of fact, Dynammo hadn't.
When Dynammo didn't back down, the man frowned. He was clearly becoming disenchanted with the bed headed warrior. If Dynammo had to guess, this man had never had anyone stand up to him before, outside of the battlefield. He had probably been sent to some low tier planet, in order to destroy the native populace. If he could place money on it, he'd have bet that the average power level had been a few hundred, if that. Snarling in his new foe's direction, he replied to his opponent's bragging with a healthy dose of disgust and distaste.
”The answer to my question, which your meaty head seems to have blocked from your ears, is 'No, I don't care'. Now get out of my sight before I kick you out of the bar myself.”, with his words he jerked his thumb backwards, gesturing toward the door, which the alien had exited from mere seconds ago. Things had certainly escalated pretty quickly, but he didn't care. He could feel the heat rising from the creaky floor boards beneath his feet, swelling up like a monsoon inside of him as his energy built. Slowly, almost as if afraid, thin black strands began to weave their way up his legs.
Here came that fiery power, preparing to overwhelm the poor bastard before him. He had only experienced it against a man who was more powerful than himself, and it had certainly helped to turn the tables before. How much would it help him now, when he was already in the lead? Would it simply enhance his already huge power? As he considered the possibilities, the man who stood before him spiked in power. Though his energy did not peak above Dynammo' own, it was still an impressive jump. Expression unchanging, Dynammo egged the man on even further. ”I'm waiting.”
The man's energy laden fist shot upwards, seeking to embed itself in the former pirate's face. Almost immediately, he reacted. Dynammo' body rolled backwards on the balls of his feet, evading the simple strike with little actual effort. As he did so, the other two men flanked their leader, jumping out at him, fists at the ready. So they did want to dance? That was perfectly fine. Both warriors emerged around the man who had initiated their show down, flying directly to Dynammo' sides. It was a sound enough strategy, in and of itself. It was unfortunate that he had seen it coming.
Still snarling, Dynammo' jumped to his left, burying his shoulder in a warrior's chest plate and knocking a table into the air. As the stunned fighter struggled to dislodge the pirate, who was still pressing firmly toward the wall by releasing two bright jets of ki from both feet, strange gurgling noises could be heard. His free hand raised toward the man who had jumped at him from the luckier side, a mass of blackened energy swirling into his finger tips. This amalgamation of power was far more threatening than the first man's. It was also far more fatal.
The mass of energy quickly encompassed his hand, stretching from wrist to finger tip as he slammed the first Alien into the wall. So far, this battle was proving relatively simple. The second Alien approached from the side, swerving to avoid Dynammo' charged ball of ki. However, this was no mere ball of energy. Swiping his hand across the air in front of the Alien, he watched as it was bisected by a sharp section of energy, which quickly buried itself into the man's armor. His body was quickly launched across the bar, accompanying the slice-like jet of ki.
Had he decided to fully charge it, it would have easily cut through the man's armor and into his chest, before cutting him open like some kind of skinned animal. When his body slammed against the collection of alcohol on the wall, dozens and dozens of bottles shattered and fell to the ground, covering him in a thin layer of glass shards. It was a final punishment for his insolence, in the regard that he should have known better than to attack Dynammo, a higher classing Alien. His armor was clearly superior to theirs, signifying his experience level.
Dynammo applied a second, after burner like burst of energy from his boots, forcing the wall behind his pinned opponent to crumble around him. At that point, the man fell away into the loosely paved road, his body slamming against the dirt with a mildly sickening thud. Turning his upper body to catch a tab on the Alien who had started the whole thing, Dynammo released the jets flowing freely from his feet, though continued to hover over the ground, watching as the fighter stepped through the gaping hole in the wall. Displayed on his face was his fury, clear and completely expected.
Within the span of a few seconds, Dynammo had managed to make a fool out of his entire squad. He should have been thankful that it hadn't been daylight outside, otherwise the entire street would have seen his foolishness. Luckily for him, the suns had gone down hours ago. Night had cast it's shadow over the city, leaving only a handful of light sources and people left on the street. In fact, the primary source of illumination was the light flooding from the broken bar wall. Keeping his eyes trained on the furious fighter before him, Dynammo only now relented a grin.
“You're going to pay for that!”, the man shouted toward him, clearly under the impression that he stood a chance. His ally was slowly starting to pick himself up from the slam Dynammo had given him earlier, and he himself was only a little more powerful than either of his cohorts. What was it that he had expected to do to him? Clearly, he was misguided. Perhaps Dynammo would do the world a favor, and humble this man for the greater good. He could see no downside to doing the world such a service; in fact, he'd probably be thanked by the bar keeper.
”Pay? Your squad mate's the one who broke through the wall.”; though his statement was made out of the urge to defy his opponents even more, it was fairly true. Dynammo had merely applied a bit of pressure. The guy he'd been shoving should have been able to stop him, or he shouldn't have attacked him at all. Face still lit up with amusement, the ex-pirate watched as the Guard's Son tossed his wrist guards aside. He was, apparently, getting serious. As the first hit the ground, the man tore his gaze from his opponent to glance at the inside of the bar.
A crowd had gathered to watch the rest of the show down, undoubtedly interested in seeing how Dynammo' preformed. Money changed hands and transferred wallets as the downed warrior slowly retreated, observing with interest while his leader's power increased once more. Casually, Dynammo placed a finger on his scouter's 'SCAN' button. He could feel the man's power, but he was interested In putting a number to the sensation. Besides that, it was far less effort for him to acquire a solid scan on the others he had just defeated.
The display lit up without any wait, providing him with a quick listing of names in order of strength level. Choosing the top one, which he could only hope was the power level of the man before him, the Alien watched as the number lit up his screen. It had, originally, only been in the quintuple digits. However, as a red light slowly began filtering it's way into his regular aura flow, the number slowly sky rocketed into the hundred thousands place. That was interesting enough; it would seem he'd provide an interesting challenge after all.
”Not bad, is this your full power?”, the question was genuine. If this guy had more, Dynammo would have to worry. However, he seemed to have bottomed out; filled up his tank, as it were. As it stood now, he was not too large of a threat.
Without any warning, the man shot forward toward him, bursting through the air in a brilliant blur of blue and red. Dynammo' eyes widened as the man approached, but he remained calm. Dropping into his stance, he let the lummox approach. If he wanted to fling himself into the path of death, nobody was going to stop him. It was Alien nature to let the idiots die, so that the strong could remain. This man was clearly a member of the aforementioned group, considering the fact that he was charging head first into a battle he knew nothing about.
Black energy exploded around Dynammo' body as the man entered his guard, fist cocked back and prepared to strike. It was here that his natural instincts kicked in without much conscious effort, coupling with his adrenaline to slow the situation down. For a moment, his mind was blank; the warrior's fist was rushing toward him at high speeds, and he was by no means a hand to hand specialist. However, he most certainly was well equipped enough to deal with such a petty threat. This man was no professional. He looked like he had just come back from a mission, judging by the fresh scars on his face.
Dynammo' fist whipped out like a crack of lightning, burying itself in his opponent's nose. Immediately, the man came grinding to a halt, freezing just long enough for a black light to coagulate in his other hand. The black threads of energy that had wandered their way up his legs had now stretched to his arms, wrapping themselves tightly around him.
”And now it's over!”, Dynammo' voice rose above the roar of power that was erupting from between his fingertips as he stepped forward into his enemy's guard, releasing a powerful ball of pure ki into his enemy's gut at point blank range. For a moment, time seemed to stand still; however, things quickly kicked back into gear as the mans' body was forced backward by the discharge, sending his boots skidding across the dirt. Once this process had begun, Dynammo concentrated energy into both hands once more, throwing them above his head as he jumped into the air.
His light forced a shadow to cast itself over the street, shaking and shivering as the blast rose in power. His heart began pounding in his chest as he threw both hands downward through the air, releasing a massive torrent of slice-ready power towards the man in two ornate slashes. They tore through the air, eating voraciously away at the oxygen around them as dirt was kicked up around their target, who was now crossing his arms in a futile attempt to dispel the blasts. As the first made contact, both limbs were splayed apart, before it fizzled into a shower of black and white lights.
Almost as if in slow motion, the second slice of ki connected with their target, sending his body into the ground at speeds reminiscent of a lightning strike, and with equal precision.
As heat and smoke slowly dispersed around what remained of the street around his opponent, Dynammo lowered himself to the ground, both hands patting together gently. The man's squad mate was glaring at him with thinly veiled rage as he rushed to his ally's side, only to discover that he was unconscious. While any normal man would have feared retribution, Dynammo was no normal man. If that man wanted to avenge his fallen comrade, he could feel free to do so. So could anybody else in the bar. Staring intently at the Alien who seemed so enraged, Dynammo spoke again.
”Anybody else want to start some trouble with me?”, while he was not feeling particularly feisty, he would not turn down another challenge if one were to have arisen. However, as he watched the crowd slowly melt back into the bar, it appeared that they had all learned their lesson from his demonstration of power. No one else would challenge him that night; leaving him free to return to his homely spire, which lay waiting in the industrial district. It was freshly purchased; the zeni had been sent on his way home, prior to the entire fiasco that had just occurred.
As he turned to leave, he briefly wondered whether or not it came fully furnished. Alien furnishings paled in comparison to the lavish life of luxury he was used to, aboard his ship.
-pl please-
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:26:32 GMT -5
-month 8, Year 4..pl please-
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were an alchoholic”
“Zarut,” Dynammo didn’t need to even turn around to see who it was. The Lieutenant General had always had a knack of disturbing him when all he wanted to do was to drink alone. “I hope you have come with some sort of way off this rock.”
“Err, not exactly,” Zarut took the seat next to Dynammo and looked to the bartender and handed him fifty zeni. “An order of your darkest beer and keep the change.”
“So you’re here to ask a favor of me then?” Dynammo muttered, the mug on his lips drowning out his voice.
“Ah yes, to the point as usual, I like that about you.” Zarut turned to face Dynammo, who still had his head down, looking at the bttom of his half empty mug. The half Alien simply huffed as a response to the Elite’s compliment. “Well, it just so happens Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force-“
“Forget it,” Dynammo snapped, interrupting Zarut. “Last time I saw that old fool, he demanded my leave of his castle.”
“That may be so, but you are still alive no?” Zarut grabbed the beer the bartender had just placed down and pulled it toward him. “He usually kills those he anger him. If all you got was a scolding, he must really respect you. You are after all now in his personal army.”
“What?” Dynammo looked up from his glass to the Lieutenant General. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t know?” Zarut seemed genuinely surprised by Dynammo’s interjection. “Oh jeez, you poor soul. The Oozaru Special Forces are part of the King’s personal army. You see, when the first few attempts at capturing a planet fail, the MERCENARY TASK FORCE is dispatched to eradicate all life on the planet. Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force likes to keep some inhabitants alive as slaves and labor workers, so the MERCENARY TASK FORCE is strictly his last resort.”
“So that would explain why people keep their distance when they see me.” Dynammo had been getting sideways glances ever since he had put on the MERCENARY TASK FORCE armor. The looks always varied between fear and admiration. Most of the common folk feared him, while the soldiers admire, but no one dare get to close. Was it because they knew that they reported to the King directly? Or could it have been something else?
“Mostly, but there may be other reasons.”
“Other reasons?” Dynammo asked, unsure he wanted to even know the answer.
“There is a rumor circulating that you are the King’s favorite among the newest recruits.”
“What the hell?!” Dynammo flew out of his seat and grabbed Zarut by the collar of his armor. “And what made them get that idea?”
“Well it could be the fact that Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force has personally asked for your services in his newest mission.” The way that Zarut spoke was like that of a person taking a leisurely stroll on the beach. He seemed unaffected by Dynammo’s intimidation tactics.
“Oh,” Dynammo released Zarut and plopped back down on his seat. “and what does he want?”
“A second chance.” Zarut slid a sealed envelope out from under the arm he hid it behind. “I do hope you don’t say the wrong thing again.” And with those words, Zarut left, leaving his untouched beer behind.
“That guy,” Dynammo muttered under his breath as he took the envelope and stored it under his armor. He hopped over to the next seat and took a sip from Zarut’s beer. “Who is that guy?”
“So you’re the MERCENARY TASK FORCE member Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force requested?” A white haired Alien asked, eyeing Dynammo carefully. “You look a bit – scrawny for an MERCENARY TASK FORCE guy, but who am I to judge. I would give you my name, but I don’t swing that way. You can call me Corporal as that is what I am. Understood?” Dynammo nodded. “Good. Now you’re here as our defense systems operator. Don’t know what that is? Doesn’t matter. You sit in that chair over there.” The Alien pointed to a chair on a raised platform on the Eastern side of the bridge. In front of the chair was a large console with numerous screens and lights with switches and buttons covering a good part of it. “You watch the screens and if you see anything abnormal you click as many buttons and flip as many switches as necessary to keep us alive. I’m sure you know how to operate the thing seeing as how you’re a First Class with the MERCENARY TASK FORCE and all. Just keep in mind Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force himself is on this cruiser and if you fuck anything up, I’ll be sure to kill you myself. Got it?” Dynammo nodded once more. “Good.”
The man left Dynammo to his duties. He sure was a long winded man, not letting Dynammo have a single word in edge wise. The corporal was obviously a busy man as that would be the last time Dynammo would see the guy for the rest of the mission.
The half breed plopped down in his chair and looked over the briefing. ALL POSTED PERSONNEL:
THERE HAVE BEEN SEVERAL REPORTS OF PIRATE SIGHTINGS AROUND OUR COLONY ON ZANTHOR. OVER THE PAST FEW WEEKS, OUR SUPPLIES ALONG THE TRADE ROUTES HAVE BEEN STOLEN BY UNKNOWN ASSAILANTS. IT IS LIKELY THAT THESE THEFTS ARE DUE TO THE PIRATES THAT HAVE BEEN SEEN IN THE AREA.
THE FLAGSHIP “DELTA SEVEN” IS TO TRAVEL TO ZANTHOR IN ORDER TO ASSIST THE ONGOING EFFORTS TO PROTECT THE SHIPMENTS FROM PIRATE RAIDS. WITH FOUR SHOCK CANNONS, THREE HUNDRED LONG RANGE MISSILES, SIX HIGH VELOCITY ANTI-SHIELD LASERS, TWO HUNDRED PLASMA CHARGED ROCKETS, SIX GRAPPLERS, AND HIGH DENSITY PLASMA SHIELD, DELTA SEVEN IS FULLY OUTFITTED WITH THE LATEST AND GREATEST IN ALIEN WEAPONRY.
YOU ARE ONE OF THE FEW TO BE SELECTED FOR THIS MISSION. YOUR OFFICIAL POST ABOARD THE DELTA SEVEN IS DEFENSE SYSTEMS OPERATOR . WHILE ABOARD THE VESSAL YOUR ACCESS IS RETRICTED TO:
x DOCKING BAY A x DOCKING BAY B x MISSILE ROOM A x MISSILE ROOM B x MAIN GENERATOR x SUB GENERATOR SECURITY OFFICE ADMINISTRATION OFFICE RESTRICTED ACCESS F1 RESTRICTED ACCESS F2 RESTRICTED ACCESS F3 x BRIDGE
ALL CREW MEMBERS HAVE ACCESS TO THE SLEEPING QUARTERS AND MEDICAL WING AS WELL AS THE MESS HALL AND REC ROOM.
IF AT ANY TIME YOU ARE FOUND OUTSIDE OF YOUR PERMITTED ACCESS AREAS, YOU WILL BE KILLED ON SIGHT. THERE ARE NO ACCEPTIONS. IF THERE ARE ANY FURTHER INQUIRIES REGARDING YOUR ORDERS, SEE THE MISSION COORDINATOR IN SECTOR G7 ONCE BOARDING THE SHIP.
Dynammo had been watching his monitor closely for several hours now. He had heard Corporal shouting at some people a while back, but was nowhere to be seen. On the bridge with him sat the communications office Check off, a squirrely Alien whose grasp of language was just out of reach. They say he only got his possession because his mother slept with the one of the mission coordinators.
There was also Natalia, a thin Alien woman who most would find attractive. She kept her hair tied up, as to be taken seriously. She however, kept glancing over at Dynammo continuously throughout the mission. Natalia was in charge of decoding enemy transmissions and from what Dynammo had heard, she was damn good at it.
Then there was Rikki. He was the navigator of the ship, but he was a bit of a smart ass. He always made backhanded compliments to the other crew members. He was also a hound dog. He threw cheesy pick up lines at Natalia like an Oozaru throws a tantrum, non-stop. He was supposed to be pretty good at his job as well, but there was nothing for him to do but head straight, so it wasn’t all the impressive.
Now Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force sat at the commander’s chair overlooking the main observatory window. The view was nice, but the seat is where it was at. On the right arm rest was a pad that, using fingerprint scans, would unlock and give you a variety of options. Anything from opening communication lines to foreign vessels to using the internal P.A. system to communicate with the onboard crew could all be done with a touch of the finger.
The left armrest held a similar pad, but was a bit more complex. Instead of a touch and go style, the small 9 button pad, required combinations to activate the features. These were all the less commonly used commands ranging anywhere from adjusting the temperature in the bridge to adjusting the brightness of all the lights within the Delta Seven.
“BEBOOP” The P.A. system kicked on, “This is your commander speaking,” Lord Rain of the Mercenary Task Force’s voice echoed throughout the bridge. “We have successfully arrived at Zanthor. Unfortunately, we have not come across any type of hostile vessel on our journey here, but after fortifying our barracks on the planet we will search the trade routes and eliminate the enemy once and for all.”
So that was it, the end of the mission. Dynammo had successfully wasted a full sixteen hours of his life doing absolutely nothing. He was ready to punch a midget. Dynammo swore to himself that the next time Zarut would show his face, he would knock out a tooth.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 13:28:12 GMT -5
-month 9, year 4-
“Ah, Mr. Dynammo.”
“Dynammo looked up from the bar to the familiar face of Zarut. As always, he wore his Alien Elite battle armor and red cape. He looked surprisingly smug today.
“You look surprisingly smug today.” Dynammo took a sip from his beer and turned away.
“Of course I am! My recruit is the first First Class to make it into the MERCENARY TASK FORCE” Zarut slapped his hand across Dynammo’s backside, a sort of congratulatory pat on the back.
“And where is my way home?” Dynammo asked with a chug of his beer.
“All in time my friend, all in due time.”
“Figures,” Dynammo took another sip of his beer and turned away from Zarut.
“Oh come now, don’t be that way.” Zarut plopped himself down onto the bar stool next to Dynammo.
“If you’re not going to help me, then I suggest you leave me alone.” Dynammo was a bit spiteful of the man.
Zarut had promised to help Dynammo find a way back to Earth several weeks ago if he would assist in a mission on Celexia. Dynammo did so, unknowingly assisting the Lieutenant General secure the planet to be sold by the Planet Trade Organization. Once he had found out who and what the P.T.O. did, Dynammo had regretted that decision and decided that it was his responsibility to put a stop to it before it reaches Earth.
“Of course, that’s why I’m here.” Zarut responded with another slap on the back. “I heard that King Grant is looking for a temporary guard for his chambers. Normally he wouldn’t let a First Class step anywhere near his castle, but as the new recruit of the Oozaru Special Forces I’m sure he would be thrilled to have you protect him for the day. This is your perfect chance to get in good with the King.”
Dynammo turned his gaze toward the Lieutenant General. If what he said was true, then that would be the perfect chance to see just how deep the P.T.O. runs in the government. Maybe he could persuade King Grant to steer clear of Earth.
“Here is the invite,” Zarut handed Dynammo a letter with a red seal engraved with the King’s logo. “This will get you past the main gate and into the chambers.”
Dynammo responded with a ‘tsch’, snapping the letter out from the Elite’s hand. Dynammo felt as though he was being manipulated by this guy, but he covered his tracks well. The half breed stood up and headed for the exit.
“Oh yeah,” Zarut called out just before Dynammo exited. “Just be careful of watch you say. They say he killed the last guard because of an ill-timed remark he made about his younger son.”
Dynammo arrived at the main gate. It had only been a few days since he had last been there and the scorch marks from his battle with Gourd still litter the field.
“Halt, who goes-“ The guard paused when he recognized the warrior. “What do you want?”
“I am here to fill in as a temporary guard in the King’s chambers.” Dynammo replied. He had a feeling, deep in his stomach, of just where this was heading.
“Ha, don’t make us laugh.” The guard snickered at the reply. “Only First Classers are allowed to be up there.”
Without hesitation, Dynammo pulled the sealed letter from his pocket and showed it to the guard. The expression on the guard’s face after seeing the letter was priceless.
“A royal seal!” The guard gasped in surprise.
“Only the King and a few Elites have the authority to hand those out,” The other guard commented, examining the seal closer. He looked up to Dynammo and with a look of admiration he said, “You must have some powerful friends.”
“In any case,” The first guard cleared his throat, interrupting the second guard. “you may enter.”
Dynammo nodded and placed the sealed letter back into his pocket underneath his MERCENARY TASK FORCE armor. He didn’t care too much for the armor, but it was all he had since his only other change of clothes were ripped to shreds when he changed into an Oozaru a few days back. He walked through the main gate and into the courtyard.
To have such influence as a Alien Elite is incredible. If Dynammo were to fail to convince King Grant to renounce the capture of Earth for the P.T.O. then perhaps he would listen to an Elite. This also brought to mind just who was Zarut in relation to all of this? Why did he have all the answers? And why is he stringing Dynammo along? What is he after? All Dynammo could do is roll with what he is given, he was never very fond of mind games and he really didn’t plan that far ahead. Dynammo stood silently at the King’s side. He had been there for only three hours and had witnessed King Grant in all of his moods with exceptions to the pleasant ones. The King had thrown out seven peasants, destroyed three vases, bought two slaves, and killed one insubordinate Alien. The King was a brutal man, a warlord, a menace to peace. He believed the best way to rule was to be in a state of eternal conflict, eliminate the enemy before they raise a weapon were the words he lived by.
Dynammo sensed the ki signatures in the room and it would seem the gold aura he picked up a few days ago was that of the King and it was incredibly strong. Standing next to him Dynammo could sense the full extent of his power and estimated his overall strength to be somewhere around a hundred and thirty thousand, more than double that of his own.
The man standing opposite Grant, was not a guard but an advisor to the King. He was the one who had the bronze aura and had a power level around ninety thousand. His name was Marco and he was a lot less frightening than the King. He did not speak aloud when in the main chamber, but instead whispered into the King’s ear. He issued orders to the guards using only his hands, pointing and waving his hands in such a manner that showed gracefulness yet had a certain sternness to it at the same time.
Dynammo figured it best to wait for the chamber to be dismissed before approaching King Grant with his request and so, once he sent everyone away Dynammo turned to the man and begun his plea.
“Sir,” Dynammo politely called out to the King who had just lifted himself off his throne.
“You’re the new MERCENARY TASK FORCE recruit?” Grant asked, noticing the emblem that adorned his armor.
“That I am.”
“And your only First Class?” Grant asked raising an eyebrow.
“Yes sir.”
“You have some mighty scars for a First Class. Most of you die within a battle or two.” King Grant was cold in his conversation. He kept his distance from his emotion, both pleasant and unpleasant.
“I pride myself on my survivalist skills.”
“Oh? And if you face an adversary who you have no chance of winning against?”
This was the tricky part; tell him what he wants to hear or the truth. Dynammo knew that the King was interrogating him, but he hid it incredibly well. If it were not for the half breed’s time being tortured by the demons, he would have never known of the scheme and might have even let slip a few things he shouldn’t. He decided it best to be honest; lying would do him no good here.
“I would run.” Silence filled the air and with the large chamber being empty, the time seemed far longer than it should have.
“Most would call that cowardice.”
“I call it surviving. If you have no chance of winning, why die trying?”
“Have you no pride, warrior? Most Aliens will fight proudly even if it’s to their death.”
“Most Aliens are idiots.” Dynammo paused, he just inadvertently called the King in idiot. “It is after all, why you have so few high ranked soldiers. But you knew that already. It’s those deaths that keep you in power.”
The King eyed the future warrior carefully. The tension in the air was so thick, not even Dynammo’s sword could slice through it.
“You are a rare one indeed. Zarut was right about you.”
“If I may King, ask of you one thing?” He felt that he may be overstepping his bounds, especially after such a non-violent conversation with the man. A feat that is hard to accomplish as it seems.
“Oh, already calling in favors are we? Don’t forget your place, you are still a First Class.” The King’s voice has harsher than it had been before. He appeared frustrated now, irked and bothered.
“I know you have an agreement with the Planet Trade Organization,” The King’s face began to glow a hot red, but Dynammo had to continue. “I ask of you to spare the planet Nor of fates like that of the previous planet you spared.”
“How dare you!” Grant roared. His voice reverberated off the walls amplifying the volume. “Get out of my castle! NOW!”
Dynammo’s quest ended in failure, however he was able to assess the King’s attitude toward the P.T.O. There was something he was hiding about the organization, something big. He did however gauge the strength of the King and his subordinates; a knowledge that would certainly be useful in the future.
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