Virion - Re: A Destined Transmission (Complete)

[Virion]

Virion stood frozen, a trembling woman still grasped in his hand, listening to the transmission as it took place, transfixed.

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"...and I come to you with a plea.

"More than likely, however, is that you have heard of Touketsuki Yakedo and the villainous World Trade Organization. They roam from planet to planet like a band of pirates, killing and pillaging. So far they have gone fairly unchallenged - but this ends now.

"So far, fighters of the white have always been bested by Touketsuki - and this ends now!

"I plead, whatever race you are, whatever cause you follow, whatever you wish to be - put prejudice beside, and be my brother. Fight Touketsuki by my side, on the planet Namek!

"And... Yakedo. I know you will hear this. I call you out. Come to Namek and we shall see who is the best warrior, and I promise not to bore you..."

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Virion's mind was racing, his eyes darting between the radio and television in this small household, both of which were transmitting the same message.
How could this be? Touketsuki Alive? Boliko Koregutsu, Alive?

"Impossible..." he breathed, barely even a whisper

How? Why? ... ... How?
They were dead, both of them long gone!
Virions hand slackened, and the terrified woman, seeing her opening through the monsters distraction, pulled free as soon as the grip was lose enough and bolted for it.

Virion didn't even cast her a backward glance however, walking slowly over to the radio and picking it up in both hands instead, eyes burning intently as a thousand thoughts rushed through his head. The transmission was over and the device had gone silent. The television had also returned to it's mindless stream of human rubbish. But Virion barely even noticed these, he was instead darting through the hundreds of possible reasons this was happening.

Were they brought back to life when the universe was restored? It's possible, and that in itself opened a whole new universe of discourse.
Were these a different Boliko and Touketsuki merely re-enacting the historic event? To what purpose? No... it did not seem likely.

Virion turned, intending to ask the woman the meaning of this nonsense, but she was gone, and Virion was far to self absorbed to go and catch her.

King Boliko, previous ruler of planet Vegeta and mighty saiyan warrior, had just made his declaration of war against Touketsuki, deceased ruler of the World Trade Organisation. It would mark the beginning of an embittered struggle between the two galactic factions, the World Trade Organisation and the Saiyan Solar Empire. He had just declared the mighty battle of planet Namek...

But this wasn't possible, those people couldn't be here, couldn't be there. That battle had happened over a hundred years ago, more even! Virions makers hadn't even created their first working bio-android at the time of that fight, It was long before Virion's time, and yet he had heard it with his own ears, even picked up on the transmission itself in his mind. What possible reason or explanation could there be for the repetition now of such a message? Virion tried to relax himself, to not jump straight to any outlandish conclusions when the answer could instead be far more mundane.

Perhaps the signal had gotten trapped in space, and was only now relaying to earth? Perhaps it was a recording, being replayed for some academic purpose by this woman?... no.
What if Kami Gurin had somehow sent the transmission here to gain Virion's attention? Had finally realised who Virion was and... but then why of all things would he do this...?

Virion did consider another option, one he couldn't stop from gnawing at his mind, another possibility...

Like a cancer it grew, manifesting in every fibre of his being. If it was true we would need some way to confirm, some way to check! He had always felt something, knew something. It seems impossible and yet...


Virion needed to know what was going on, needed to find out exactly which of his suspicions were true. This might well be some sort of deception or hoax, some perfectly reasonable explanation, but if not, if it proved to be something more, regardless of what that may actually be, than it could have any number of very serious ramifications.[/color]

[Virion]

Virion braced himself, clenching both hands into fists before him and spreading his legs slightly. Energy began to flow through his body, his aura sluggishly emanating from him like a mist, before flaring in a burst into a full release. Virion calmed his breathing and closed his eyes, for he was about to try something he hadn't done before, not quite anyway…

In much the same way that he had done when disabling the cell degradation that he had accidentally re-enabled during the fight with Masuta, he concentrating deep within himself, attempting to achieve the biological harmony necessary to begin controlling the internal processes of his own body.

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This was an ambitious goal that Virion was striving for, but he believed that in theory it could be achieved without any need for outside stimulus. Virion had once been capable of flying through the harsh environment of space, unaided, though he was usually inclined to probe the galaxy with his senses and use instant transmission to jump from planet to planet.

Since that time he had lost this ability to survive such punishment due to his body's infirmity, and no longer had sensitive enough ki detection abilities to probe beyond this single planet. While he could not expand his field of vision he was confident that he could manifest some other changes.

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Virion reached deep within himself, the eb and flow of his power rippling across his form. He reached out, and began his subtle probing, subtle manipulations, soon enough he had catalysed the first necessary evolution. Markers from his Icer cells which had been rendered dormant were awakening once more, and with them Virion found his fragility lessening. He stood now, eyes still closed by hands spread out to either side, palms facing upward and head raised up to the sky in an almost messianic manner. It was as if he were inviting godliness into his being, and his aura burned with the occasional flecks of purple among the cold grey. His body seemed to change slightly, veins stood out from his skin, wriggling and pulsing rhythmically, like smouldering paper small patches of smoothness spread over his body, the very thin top most layer of skin peeling away from his insectoid exterior soon after. Over his body a glow began, outlining the edges of his form with a bright radiance. His breathing shuddered to a halt and after a few moments of stillness the light faded and Virion opened his eyes, looking forward once more. He found that not only did he feel more durable, but that it was also no longer necessary for him to draw breath, his Icer genetics prominent enough once more that it was no longer a requirement for his survival.

A grin spread across his features, his eyes widening in delight. It had worked! Virion had successfully re-initialised characteristics from his Icer DNA, which had been robbed from him for far too long. With this he would once more be able to endure terrible injuries without the fear of his body going into shock, and more importantly with a few more changes he would be able to venture into the freezing, lifeless, airless void of space unaided and travel to any planet he desired.

He concentrated once more, continuing to fuel the evolutionary metamorphosis which he body was now receptive to. It was incredible, Virion was truly a brilliant design, functioning well beyond his original parameters in ways even he had not even considered till now. While he found certain limitations in what he could achieve, there was still much room for improvement, though it would require pacing. He would have to give his body time to recuperate, for he was probing on the edge of his capabilities.

Still, his efforts did not go without some form of immediate gratification, and as Virion finally opened his eyes once more, his baleful gaze sweeping around the room once more, he called fourth from his forgotten reservoir one more of his highly useful techniques.
The ability to survive in space was one thing; actually being able to get there was another. Virion was acutely aware of this fact, his lack of flight capabilities was a major detriment at this juncture, but as if responding to his need the technique floated to the surface of his mind, fluttering before his consciousness.

Virion realised that through his whole life his body had been running on a kind of ‘auto-pilot’, all the techniques and abilities he had once lay claim to came not from his own conscious efforts, but through his masterfully realised form, programmed in and used as automatically as breathing or maintaining a beating heart. The reason he had lost them was not as physical as he had first assumed, his imperfected form simply did not automatically cater to his desires in the same way that he true form had. The knowledge of these techniques was still there, he simply had to realise their implementation on his own now, figure out consciously how to perform the abilities just as any other creature would have to…

“Very well then” he rasped darkly, a glare shadowing his features at this aggravating yet highly informative revelation, yet another reminder of his lowered status to the same level as these... lesser beings. He mentally took hold of the technique wisping around his mind, seizing to it before the vision could float back into his subconscious. The basic ability to fly, as demonstrated by so many others, and indeed Virion himself in the past. Quickly assimilating and deciphering the knowledge hidden within his mind, he took to his first trail, attempting to float above the ground. His first attempt was unsuccessful, but he quickly adjusted his approach and soon began gently floated into the air.
(like riding a bike, the technique came back to him quickly after only a small amount of trial and error)

He looked around himself again, taking in the floor a mere foot below where he now hovered. He swished his tail, and looking upwards he ascended, the roof of the building he was still within breaking and disintegrating before the invisible aura of energy around this floating figure. He glided up now, higher and higher. After clearing the building completely Virion increased his pace with a burst of energy, heading directly up through the earth’s atmosphere at what rapidly became a ballistic pace.

The rush of rapidly thinning air, the heat from it's friction as it began to rapidly heat his form, Virion noticed nether, his mind instead locked onto his planned destination with an almost obsessive determination.

That destination: New Namek.


((PL please, and I’ll add in the Flight ability using the power level gained.
Also, buy thread relevant: wodresurrection.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=buyingitems&thread=1463&page=1
And as you probably guessed this means I'm headed to Namek now, so I've left Earth now))

[Rensou Hiruen]

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