Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 18:45:04 GMT -5
“WHAT IS IT ALL ABOUT BOYS!?”
It was Sohko, albeit a younger more malicious version. Stepping hard with a sure foot, twenty men staring at him; each careful to stand at attention and stare straight forward so as to not to get incur the wrath of their steadfast leader.
“ZENI!”
They all called back with well disciplined greed. Sohko’s hair was short and his eyes unabated by glasses. He had only recently deserted the WTO and was only at the beginning of his descent into what would be become an all consuming addiction. The saiyan drank only after the day’s labors, albeit heavily and right up until unconscious took hold.
“I… Couldn’t… HEAR YOU!”
Strapped to his hip was his family sword, as it was always by his side and he had not yet reach the low point in his life in which he would sell it for booze money. He still wore his WTO armor, although it had been integrated with a patchwork of saiyan armor which covered the remained of his body. Clean shaven and with a rigid jaw, he was a sight to see in this, his true and full form. Back when he still had the mental strength to fight off the curse’s overbearing nature.
“ZENI! ZENI! ZENI!”
He paused, turning on the dime and standing with perfect posture. His arms held stiffly behind his back and his feet pointing straight forward as they stood shoulder length apart, he was still the soldier. The Hunter, as was his codename whilst in service to the WTO. His head may adorn a grey bandana, which he wore folded as a band as opposed to a full covering as the others, but he was no mere bandit. His voice was harsh and demanding, and elicited an immediate, and favorable, response from its targets.
“Zeni, WHAT?”
His eyes were dark, too dark to be the shade of hazel he sports in present day. These were stained with the blood of millions, stains yet to be absolved. But it more than that; they lusted for so much more. In insatiable hunger dominated those eyes. Sadly, the curse slowly eroded that appetite, as they intensity had already begun to dull in recent months.
“ZENI, SIR!”
They yelled back in response. This collection of saiyans would do anything for Sohko for he inspired loyalty through fear, back breaking training and, what held together any bandit crew, results. This man and his partner in crime had already brought them more money in a few short months then they would earn in years. To control one’s greed, especially ones with such black hearts, is to control them. Success brought them fortunes so they were loyal; failure brought them severe repercussions so they were efficient. They were not soldiers, Sohko would need far more time for that, but for now they would suffice.
“Commander Sohko! Are the men ready?”
“Yes, Commander Elric, I believe they are. Are the preparations set?”
Sohko was the brains of the operation while his partner was the brawns. Not to say he was stronger than the WTO deserter, more so he was the brute force of the group. This saiyan, face full of scars and standing at nearly seven feet tall, bulged with raw strength. Sohko’s speed evened them out but all of their men agreed that any meeting between the two would result in pure destruction. Covered in his own makeshift armor Elric stopped a foot away, making final adjustments to his terror inspiring spiked gauntlets as he spoke.
“Yup, I just took those hired guns you picked up down town. They blasted the hell out of the bank you had marked on the map.”
“Good, then every officer in Saru City should be there by now. While they are all at the opposite end of the city, we shall strike here. Rush in and take everything you can carry men as quickly as possible. This is an in and out operation. Elric, you instructed them to take hostages should anything go awry?”
The big man nodded. Sohko knew they had little time until half the force would arrive, so he kept an insurance policy. The threat of hostage execution would give them a little extra time and, he hoped, would also shrink the amount of men which could be sent to deal with him. Now was the time to strike swift and fierce.
“Good. You know you’re parts men. We don’t have anymore time to waste, let’s go!”
Present company pulled an extra bandana free from their pockets, folding it in half and wrapping it around the lower half of their face as they took off into the sky, speeding from the outskirts of town and over the walls of the city, barreling down the alleys on their mapped out approach to their target. Arriving at the backside of the bank Sohko, as well as Elric and the twenty, held out a palm and began collecting ki. The walls were made of intensely thick, so a large amount of energy was needed to breach the walls. After a full moment they all unleashed their gathered strength at one section of the wall. The blast filled the alleys with a rush of smoke and debris, causing the bandits to cover up. Save Elric and Sohko that was.
“Elric, take out security quick and clean. Anyone else steps up, put them down. Everyone else load up.”
Sohko sped ahead, through the smokescreen and into the breached vault. Jolting through accessed his immense speed, slicing down every camera, leaving but a blur for them to record moments before their destruction. After the calculated path eliminating the enemies security measures he paused at the door. A moment later Elric arrived, one might gauntleted fist beaming with ki, and he struck the heavy vault door, blowing it clear of its hinges.
“Security breach!”
A security officer, one of the few not killed by the vault door’s tragic path, yelled just before Sohko slammed the butt of his blade into his Adam’s apple, causing him to lose the ability to speak in a fit of coughs. Speeding on, as the curse didn’t allow him to kill, he made his way to the power grid for the bank. Elric, however, was not cursed, so as Sohko passed by him in forced mercy, Elric crush his head between his palms as he brought them together with a resounding clap.
“Take out the rest Elric, I’m taking out their communications.”
Seconds later he burst through the door, using swift strikes to vulnerable areas to incapacitate anyone who entered his path. Standing by the main computer he pulled out the remote to his spacepod. With the press of a button an adapter jutted from it which he immediately jammed into the system’s port.
“Verbal command code S-I-M, initiate sequence one-one-seven.”
The screen came alive with window upon window, numbers and letters running with reckless speed. Nearly as fast as it happened, it was undone and it was like new; as if nothing had happened. From the small speaker in the remote came a familiar mechanized tone.
“Alarms canceled and labeled as accidental. Reports being sent to the security company and police station detailing it as an electrical misfire. I’ve also shut down any outgoing communication from wireless devices within the bank. Anything else Commander Sohko?”
Grabbing the remote, the adapter retreating back within the device, he stashed it back into his pocket. He knew the police would send a small detail to check things out still, but it was much smaller than the response to another bank robbery. The smaller a force meant a quicker and cleaner escape, both things which Sohko was very keen on.
“No that will be all… Pewter… Well done.”
He knew, in some weird way, that the computer liked when he called it when he called it Pewter. It was a named he had given it in childhood, as it was the artificial intelligence which was installed in the spacepod which saved him from the supposed asteroid field which had taken his parents. Usually he would not do such a thing, but the curse had slowly begun to change him. Realizing this he sneered as he sped back to the vault.
“All taken care of over here, everyone’s dead.”
Sohko paused for a moment, looking at the blood spattered walls. Even the civilians didn’t escape his wrath, although their deaths seemed more mercifully compared to the gruesome scenes surrounding the corpses of the security guards. A sharp panging echoed in the back of the saiyan’s mind; the birth of a conscience. A phoenix rising from the ashes of the elder mystic’s memories which had been cursed upon him.
“I said to incapacitate them, not kill. Lethal force was only to be used if necessary.”
Elric, a bitter bandit who was a result of Saru’s slums, simply shrugged his shoulders as he began walking towards the vault. Sohko a year ago would have done the same, but he couldn’t help but that pang, pangs of guilt, ate away at him.
“They all resisted, didn’t have a choice. Oh well, two more hands means more money we can grab, right? It’s all about the zeni after all isn’t it?”
His voice betrayed his words, for his casual tone belayed the truth of the slaughter which occurred there. Looking around he saw a few women and even a child; Elric had only gotten worse as he had become more powerful. Sohko’s grip was tight around his sword’s hilt for a moment as he heard the woman’s voice, for the first of many times. “How many more dead children can your soul bear? How long, until the strain is too much?” Her weathered voice made him shiver but he shook it off. His voice was a shadow of its normal tenacity.
“Yeah… The zeni…”
Entering the vault he found all twenty men and Elric overburdened with bags upon bags of money. Elric, carrying nearly three times as much as anyone else, walked over to Sohko before thrusting a bag bursting with zeni into his chest.
“Shall we my friend?”
They took off into the air but did not get far before one of his men was engulfed in an explosion. Ten cops had arrived, Sohko found when he turned. Elric and Sohko caught eyes, before they unburdened themselves of their loads, tossing their bags to the others, they nodded. Charging in Elric and Sohko made short work of the guards.
A kick to the face of the first send him flying into the second, at which time Elric brought his hands together and hit them both with a double axe handle, sending them hurtling through air and smashing into the bank. Sohko was already at the third by then, catching his foot when he went to kick him and blasting out his knee cap. As the cop let out a scream Sohko grabbed his throat, squeezing until he blacked out. Grabbing his limp leg Sohko lifted the unconscious body perpendicular to his own just as four of the other officers began firing at him. Using it as a shield he advanced, swinging the guard as a weapon to bash away two of the guards. Throwing him into the third, before advancing to the fourth, Sohko grabbed his head and pulled it down just as he brought his knee up, sending the cop flying into a nearby building. Elric had already killed the other guards, arriving just in time to kill the remaining guards as they were focused on Sohko.
“Well, are you coming?”
Elric called out nonchalantly as he admired the fresh blood upon his gauntlets. Sohko looked upon the dead guards before turning and heading after the bandits. He didn’t want the few guards that he had taken care of to be killed should they try and be a hero, Elric would take any excuse to punish the people of the city. As they sped away, the scene of the boy lying in a mixed pool of his and his mother’s blood, plagued him and not even estimating their bounty could do more than dull it.
But it was all about the money… So he told himself again and again.
It was Sohko, albeit a younger more malicious version. Stepping hard with a sure foot, twenty men staring at him; each careful to stand at attention and stare straight forward so as to not to get incur the wrath of their steadfast leader.
“ZENI!”
They all called back with well disciplined greed. Sohko’s hair was short and his eyes unabated by glasses. He had only recently deserted the WTO and was only at the beginning of his descent into what would be become an all consuming addiction. The saiyan drank only after the day’s labors, albeit heavily and right up until unconscious took hold.
“I… Couldn’t… HEAR YOU!”
Strapped to his hip was his family sword, as it was always by his side and he had not yet reach the low point in his life in which he would sell it for booze money. He still wore his WTO armor, although it had been integrated with a patchwork of saiyan armor which covered the remained of his body. Clean shaven and with a rigid jaw, he was a sight to see in this, his true and full form. Back when he still had the mental strength to fight off the curse’s overbearing nature.
“ZENI! ZENI! ZENI!”
He paused, turning on the dime and standing with perfect posture. His arms held stiffly behind his back and his feet pointing straight forward as they stood shoulder length apart, he was still the soldier. The Hunter, as was his codename whilst in service to the WTO. His head may adorn a grey bandana, which he wore folded as a band as opposed to a full covering as the others, but he was no mere bandit. His voice was harsh and demanding, and elicited an immediate, and favorable, response from its targets.
“Zeni, WHAT?”
His eyes were dark, too dark to be the shade of hazel he sports in present day. These were stained with the blood of millions, stains yet to be absolved. But it more than that; they lusted for so much more. In insatiable hunger dominated those eyes. Sadly, the curse slowly eroded that appetite, as they intensity had already begun to dull in recent months.
“ZENI, SIR!”
They yelled back in response. This collection of saiyans would do anything for Sohko for he inspired loyalty through fear, back breaking training and, what held together any bandit crew, results. This man and his partner in crime had already brought them more money in a few short months then they would earn in years. To control one’s greed, especially ones with such black hearts, is to control them. Success brought them fortunes so they were loyal; failure brought them severe repercussions so they were efficient. They were not soldiers, Sohko would need far more time for that, but for now they would suffice.
“Commander Sohko! Are the men ready?”
“Yes, Commander Elric, I believe they are. Are the preparations set?”
Sohko was the brains of the operation while his partner was the brawns. Not to say he was stronger than the WTO deserter, more so he was the brute force of the group. This saiyan, face full of scars and standing at nearly seven feet tall, bulged with raw strength. Sohko’s speed evened them out but all of their men agreed that any meeting between the two would result in pure destruction. Covered in his own makeshift armor Elric stopped a foot away, making final adjustments to his terror inspiring spiked gauntlets as he spoke.
“Yup, I just took those hired guns you picked up down town. They blasted the hell out of the bank you had marked on the map.”
“Good, then every officer in Saru City should be there by now. While they are all at the opposite end of the city, we shall strike here. Rush in and take everything you can carry men as quickly as possible. This is an in and out operation. Elric, you instructed them to take hostages should anything go awry?”
The big man nodded. Sohko knew they had little time until half the force would arrive, so he kept an insurance policy. The threat of hostage execution would give them a little extra time and, he hoped, would also shrink the amount of men which could be sent to deal with him. Now was the time to strike swift and fierce.
“Good. You know you’re parts men. We don’t have anymore time to waste, let’s go!”
Present company pulled an extra bandana free from their pockets, folding it in half and wrapping it around the lower half of their face as they took off into the sky, speeding from the outskirts of town and over the walls of the city, barreling down the alleys on their mapped out approach to their target. Arriving at the backside of the bank Sohko, as well as Elric and the twenty, held out a palm and began collecting ki. The walls were made of intensely thick, so a large amount of energy was needed to breach the walls. After a full moment they all unleashed their gathered strength at one section of the wall. The blast filled the alleys with a rush of smoke and debris, causing the bandits to cover up. Save Elric and Sohko that was.
“Elric, take out security quick and clean. Anyone else steps up, put them down. Everyone else load up.”
Sohko sped ahead, through the smokescreen and into the breached vault. Jolting through accessed his immense speed, slicing down every camera, leaving but a blur for them to record moments before their destruction. After the calculated path eliminating the enemies security measures he paused at the door. A moment later Elric arrived, one might gauntleted fist beaming with ki, and he struck the heavy vault door, blowing it clear of its hinges.
“Security breach!”
A security officer, one of the few not killed by the vault door’s tragic path, yelled just before Sohko slammed the butt of his blade into his Adam’s apple, causing him to lose the ability to speak in a fit of coughs. Speeding on, as the curse didn’t allow him to kill, he made his way to the power grid for the bank. Elric, however, was not cursed, so as Sohko passed by him in forced mercy, Elric crush his head between his palms as he brought them together with a resounding clap.
“Take out the rest Elric, I’m taking out their communications.”
Seconds later he burst through the door, using swift strikes to vulnerable areas to incapacitate anyone who entered his path. Standing by the main computer he pulled out the remote to his spacepod. With the press of a button an adapter jutted from it which he immediately jammed into the system’s port.
“Verbal command code S-I-M, initiate sequence one-one-seven.”
The screen came alive with window upon window, numbers and letters running with reckless speed. Nearly as fast as it happened, it was undone and it was like new; as if nothing had happened. From the small speaker in the remote came a familiar mechanized tone.
“Alarms canceled and labeled as accidental. Reports being sent to the security company and police station detailing it as an electrical misfire. I’ve also shut down any outgoing communication from wireless devices within the bank. Anything else Commander Sohko?”
Grabbing the remote, the adapter retreating back within the device, he stashed it back into his pocket. He knew the police would send a small detail to check things out still, but it was much smaller than the response to another bank robbery. The smaller a force meant a quicker and cleaner escape, both things which Sohko was very keen on.
“No that will be all… Pewter… Well done.”
He knew, in some weird way, that the computer liked when he called it when he called it Pewter. It was a named he had given it in childhood, as it was the artificial intelligence which was installed in the spacepod which saved him from the supposed asteroid field which had taken his parents. Usually he would not do such a thing, but the curse had slowly begun to change him. Realizing this he sneered as he sped back to the vault.
“All taken care of over here, everyone’s dead.”
Sohko paused for a moment, looking at the blood spattered walls. Even the civilians didn’t escape his wrath, although their deaths seemed more mercifully compared to the gruesome scenes surrounding the corpses of the security guards. A sharp panging echoed in the back of the saiyan’s mind; the birth of a conscience. A phoenix rising from the ashes of the elder mystic’s memories which had been cursed upon him.
“I said to incapacitate them, not kill. Lethal force was only to be used if necessary.”
Elric, a bitter bandit who was a result of Saru’s slums, simply shrugged his shoulders as he began walking towards the vault. Sohko a year ago would have done the same, but he couldn’t help but that pang, pangs of guilt, ate away at him.
“They all resisted, didn’t have a choice. Oh well, two more hands means more money we can grab, right? It’s all about the zeni after all isn’t it?”
His voice betrayed his words, for his casual tone belayed the truth of the slaughter which occurred there. Looking around he saw a few women and even a child; Elric had only gotten worse as he had become more powerful. Sohko’s grip was tight around his sword’s hilt for a moment as he heard the woman’s voice, for the first of many times. “How many more dead children can your soul bear? How long, until the strain is too much?” Her weathered voice made him shiver but he shook it off. His voice was a shadow of its normal tenacity.
“Yeah… The zeni…”
Entering the vault he found all twenty men and Elric overburdened with bags upon bags of money. Elric, carrying nearly three times as much as anyone else, walked over to Sohko before thrusting a bag bursting with zeni into his chest.
“Shall we my friend?”
They took off into the air but did not get far before one of his men was engulfed in an explosion. Ten cops had arrived, Sohko found when he turned. Elric and Sohko caught eyes, before they unburdened themselves of their loads, tossing their bags to the others, they nodded. Charging in Elric and Sohko made short work of the guards.
A kick to the face of the first send him flying into the second, at which time Elric brought his hands together and hit them both with a double axe handle, sending them hurtling through air and smashing into the bank. Sohko was already at the third by then, catching his foot when he went to kick him and blasting out his knee cap. As the cop let out a scream Sohko grabbed his throat, squeezing until he blacked out. Grabbing his limp leg Sohko lifted the unconscious body perpendicular to his own just as four of the other officers began firing at him. Using it as a shield he advanced, swinging the guard as a weapon to bash away two of the guards. Throwing him into the third, before advancing to the fourth, Sohko grabbed his head and pulled it down just as he brought his knee up, sending the cop flying into a nearby building. Elric had already killed the other guards, arriving just in time to kill the remaining guards as they were focused on Sohko.
“Well, are you coming?”
Elric called out nonchalantly as he admired the fresh blood upon his gauntlets. Sohko looked upon the dead guards before turning and heading after the bandits. He didn’t want the few guards that he had taken care of to be killed should they try and be a hero, Elric would take any excuse to punish the people of the city. As they sped away, the scene of the boy lying in a mixed pool of his and his mother’s blood, plagued him and not even estimating their bounty could do more than dull it.
But it was all about the money… So he told himself again and again.
