Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2013 21:36:25 GMT -5
“Ah, Mr. Masamune, come back for more I presume?”
Pewter bellowed over the gravity chamber intercoms as Sohko walked with a brisk pace. He only stopped upon reaching the center of the room. Then he began moving his hands in a practiced manner, magical energy building before him as he whispered the words of power.
“As always, now jack the gravity all the way up to fifty times, and did you get the robot specifications I sent over the scouter shades?”
“Yes, yes. All the sparring bots have been prepped as you asked. Now about that fifty times, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you repeat a level of gravity. I believe you’re exact words on the subject were “if you’re not going up, you’re going down,” as a matter of fact.”
Spinning his arms around him, as if in some elegant dance, he wrote out runes in the air with the magic while he recited the secret words under his breath. As he did so he remembered his mother’s handwriting upon the pages in which he had found the spell; so graceful was each letter and so meticulous. Then it was done, a dark vortex began to swirl around his feet, slowly working its way up as it spun.
“Bigger gravity chambers cost bigger money, but hey, any time you want to go out on the extranet and whore yourself out to a lonely CPU, be my guest. I’m not against a charitable donation.”
He said with a smirk as he made final adjustments to his weighted apparel, for once he was sent back he’d only feel its weight, same as the gravity chamber’s intense weight, but would be unable to see it. His eyes would see one what they had seen the first time, only hear what they heard the first time. The idea was to relive these events encumbered and with much greater insight.
His eidetic memory, accessible to him now only while in Theta state thanks to his years of alcohol abuse, was one thing but actually reliving the experience, every emotion, every thought, every gust of wind which swept softly across your neck. He hoped to gain clarity, as well as some training both physical and mental, though this delves into the past. Soon the darkness took hold of him but a moment late he simply opened his eyes and he was in a domelike structure with training equipment strewn about.
“Wake up monkey!”
There was a sharp kick to his backside, causing Sohko to spin on his heels to face his assailant. It was a large blue alien with a brown calcified strip down the center of his head. He wore regular WTO recruit armor and behind him stood two lackeys; a red one of average height with lengthy white hair and a green one who was shorter than even Sohko.
The saiyan was ten years old once, a child being introduced into the adult training program. Boot camp was no place for a kid. It was his first day and already were all of the recruits, easily in their late teens and earlier to mid twenties, were already giving him hell. It was made quickly apparent to the young soldier that saiyans were not a beloved race in the universe.
“What? Stop staring at me and walk your furry ass along! I don’t have time to play house little boy!”
Before the trio could even finish their hearty laughs, the small boy, an orphan who had been tortured from birth to be the perfect soldier, made his reply.
“Shut you’re fucking mouth!”
Their laughter ended abruptly as the blue alien, Bertur as his armor read, became visually enraged. But the boy did not back down, even though the creature was easily twice his height. He was a saiyan after all, and even if knew little of his people he still had their pride; and a saiyan’s pride is never something to underestimate.
“Don’t you EVER talk like that to me again you insolent brat, or I’ll rip your goddamn tail off and feet it to you!”
Harold, Sohko’s beloved furry companion, trembled behind the saiyan at the thought of such a gruesome fate. The lost son of Vegeta merely stood, unyielding despite their vivid threats. Only the first day and he had already heard every insult, been tripped, pushed and just about everything a being could stand. Sure, in the youth program he had experienced some hate but his fellow recruits had not yet had the time for their hate to fully blossom. These soldiers had.
“Goldu! Jeeci! Show this punk the power of a true WTO soldier!”
They smiled their wicked smiles as they stepped forward; eager for the approval of their ringmaster regardless of the cost. Goldu, the green one of comparable height to Sohko, reached the saiyan first. However he greatly underestimated the young boy for just as he went to slap him Sohko stomped with all his youthful might upon the creature’s toes.
As he went to yell, opening his mouth wide as the noise spewed forth, the ten year sold swiftly jabbed in and grabbed hold of the tongue. Pulling him forward and up by his tongue, he followed up with his empty hand with a vicious uppercut which caused Goldu to stomp hard onto this tongue, nearly severing it. The green midget dropped to his knees amidst yelps as he held his mouth, his lips stained with blood.
“You’ll pay for that!”
The pretty boy was upon, striking Sohko hard in the face as he turned to face him. He followed up with another punch to his gut which sent the boy back a few steps and down to a knee. After all, his body was still in the early stages of development; his legendary endurance had yet to be earned. However the red alien made a dire mistake.
“That’s right MONKEY, on your knees.”
Baring his teeth, a crazed look took hold of Sohko’s eyes. “How dare they” he thought, “What right do they have” he seethed internally. Charging forward he caught the red pretty boy off guard, punching him square in the nose, shattering it upon contact. Blood began to rush from it as Jeeci stumbled backwards before falling on his rump, holding his nose as he wept for his lost beauty.
“Alright, enough of these pansies, you’re a tough saiyan kid, I’ll give you that, but you’re still just a filthy saiyan.”
This elicited exactly the reaction he wanted, as Sohko rushed forward in a rage, Bertur merely sidestepped and brought his elbow down against the back of his neck, sending down hard into the metallic floor. Turning the blue alien followed up the move with a decisive quick to the downed boy’s small gut.
“All monkeys like you are good for are cannon fodder and target practice, to try and turn you into a soldier is a travesty.”
Sohko was down but not out, and his anger only grew as did his desperation. He could not lose, he couldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t allow it. As he went for another kick Sohko pushed off the ground lifting himself to catch the foot just as it reached him, using it to kick off and right into the blue man’s face. A nasty punch caused Bertur to stumble back with an incredulous look on his face. But his surprise was short lived as Sohko continued the strikes, over and over, until the initial shock wore off as which point Bertur grabbed one of his small wrists and slammed the boy into the hard metal several times.
The last time however, Sohko grabbed hold of a piece of equipment and when he was pulled back up for yet another bone crunching slam, he smashed it into Bertur’s eye. The pain made him step back and cup his bleeding eye.
“You, you… YOU’RE DEAD APE!”
He shot forward, now utilizing his full strength, as he put a knee into the boy’s stomach, followed by a rapid punch and kick combination which found purchase on just about every inch of the child soldier’s skin. Grabbing the boys throat the blue recruit shot up in the air before diving straight back down, putting all his weight and momentum into the boy as he choke slammed him into the ground. Standing over Sohko, huffing from the exertion, the creature smirked.
“You shouldn’t have messed up my eye, I was going to let you live but now, now you have to die, fucking primate.”
The boy, battered and broken, kicked up, slammed his foot into the blue man’s head before kipping up to his feet. He could barely breathe thanks to the broken ribs but he still began gathering energy into his palm. It was miniscule, but it was more than enough to blow his other eye out, as he planned. The creature lunged forward, all his power and anger in one punch. Sohko saw it coming and could’ve blocked it, side stepped the shot and blasted half his face away. But then the simulation would’ve ended and although Sohko would feel some small vindication it was nothing compared to what happened when the punch hit him square in the jaw sending him several yards and into the blackness.
“Wake up… Do you hear me… Wake up… Are you okay?”
Slowly the haze lifted as Sohko opened his eyes to see the most beautiful violet eyes staring back at him. The most gorgeous specimen he had ever seen. It was a woman recruit, given her apparel, who was knelt beside the boy and holding his hand with warming reassurance.
“Who... Are you..?”
Sohko forced through clenched teeth as the pain overwhelmed him, darkness crept upon him once more, from every corner. But he needed to know her name, and it was just that, spoken with the sweetest voice, which carried him off to his slumber.
“Shyra.”
Pewter bellowed over the gravity chamber intercoms as Sohko walked with a brisk pace. He only stopped upon reaching the center of the room. Then he began moving his hands in a practiced manner, magical energy building before him as he whispered the words of power.
“As always, now jack the gravity all the way up to fifty times, and did you get the robot specifications I sent over the scouter shades?”
“Yes, yes. All the sparring bots have been prepped as you asked. Now about that fifty times, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you repeat a level of gravity. I believe you’re exact words on the subject were “if you’re not going up, you’re going down,” as a matter of fact.”
Spinning his arms around him, as if in some elegant dance, he wrote out runes in the air with the magic while he recited the secret words under his breath. As he did so he remembered his mother’s handwriting upon the pages in which he had found the spell; so graceful was each letter and so meticulous. Then it was done, a dark vortex began to swirl around his feet, slowly working its way up as it spun.
“Bigger gravity chambers cost bigger money, but hey, any time you want to go out on the extranet and whore yourself out to a lonely CPU, be my guest. I’m not against a charitable donation.”
He said with a smirk as he made final adjustments to his weighted apparel, for once he was sent back he’d only feel its weight, same as the gravity chamber’s intense weight, but would be unable to see it. His eyes would see one what they had seen the first time, only hear what they heard the first time. The idea was to relive these events encumbered and with much greater insight.
His eidetic memory, accessible to him now only while in Theta state thanks to his years of alcohol abuse, was one thing but actually reliving the experience, every emotion, every thought, every gust of wind which swept softly across your neck. He hoped to gain clarity, as well as some training both physical and mental, though this delves into the past. Soon the darkness took hold of him but a moment late he simply opened his eyes and he was in a domelike structure with training equipment strewn about.
“Wake up monkey!”
There was a sharp kick to his backside, causing Sohko to spin on his heels to face his assailant. It was a large blue alien with a brown calcified strip down the center of his head. He wore regular WTO recruit armor and behind him stood two lackeys; a red one of average height with lengthy white hair and a green one who was shorter than even Sohko.
The saiyan was ten years old once, a child being introduced into the adult training program. Boot camp was no place for a kid. It was his first day and already were all of the recruits, easily in their late teens and earlier to mid twenties, were already giving him hell. It was made quickly apparent to the young soldier that saiyans were not a beloved race in the universe.
“What? Stop staring at me and walk your furry ass along! I don’t have time to play house little boy!”
Before the trio could even finish their hearty laughs, the small boy, an orphan who had been tortured from birth to be the perfect soldier, made his reply.
“Shut you’re fucking mouth!”
Their laughter ended abruptly as the blue alien, Bertur as his armor read, became visually enraged. But the boy did not back down, even though the creature was easily twice his height. He was a saiyan after all, and even if knew little of his people he still had their pride; and a saiyan’s pride is never something to underestimate.
“Don’t you EVER talk like that to me again you insolent brat, or I’ll rip your goddamn tail off and feet it to you!”
Harold, Sohko’s beloved furry companion, trembled behind the saiyan at the thought of such a gruesome fate. The lost son of Vegeta merely stood, unyielding despite their vivid threats. Only the first day and he had already heard every insult, been tripped, pushed and just about everything a being could stand. Sure, in the youth program he had experienced some hate but his fellow recruits had not yet had the time for their hate to fully blossom. These soldiers had.
“Goldu! Jeeci! Show this punk the power of a true WTO soldier!”
They smiled their wicked smiles as they stepped forward; eager for the approval of their ringmaster regardless of the cost. Goldu, the green one of comparable height to Sohko, reached the saiyan first. However he greatly underestimated the young boy for just as he went to slap him Sohko stomped with all his youthful might upon the creature’s toes.
As he went to yell, opening his mouth wide as the noise spewed forth, the ten year sold swiftly jabbed in and grabbed hold of the tongue. Pulling him forward and up by his tongue, he followed up with his empty hand with a vicious uppercut which caused Goldu to stomp hard onto this tongue, nearly severing it. The green midget dropped to his knees amidst yelps as he held his mouth, his lips stained with blood.
“You’ll pay for that!”
The pretty boy was upon, striking Sohko hard in the face as he turned to face him. He followed up with another punch to his gut which sent the boy back a few steps and down to a knee. After all, his body was still in the early stages of development; his legendary endurance had yet to be earned. However the red alien made a dire mistake.
“That’s right MONKEY, on your knees.”
Baring his teeth, a crazed look took hold of Sohko’s eyes. “How dare they” he thought, “What right do they have” he seethed internally. Charging forward he caught the red pretty boy off guard, punching him square in the nose, shattering it upon contact. Blood began to rush from it as Jeeci stumbled backwards before falling on his rump, holding his nose as he wept for his lost beauty.
“Alright, enough of these pansies, you’re a tough saiyan kid, I’ll give you that, but you’re still just a filthy saiyan.”
This elicited exactly the reaction he wanted, as Sohko rushed forward in a rage, Bertur merely sidestepped and brought his elbow down against the back of his neck, sending down hard into the metallic floor. Turning the blue alien followed up the move with a decisive quick to the downed boy’s small gut.
“All monkeys like you are good for are cannon fodder and target practice, to try and turn you into a soldier is a travesty.”
Sohko was down but not out, and his anger only grew as did his desperation. He could not lose, he couldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t allow it. As he went for another kick Sohko pushed off the ground lifting himself to catch the foot just as it reached him, using it to kick off and right into the blue man’s face. A nasty punch caused Bertur to stumble back with an incredulous look on his face. But his surprise was short lived as Sohko continued the strikes, over and over, until the initial shock wore off as which point Bertur grabbed one of his small wrists and slammed the boy into the hard metal several times.
The last time however, Sohko grabbed hold of a piece of equipment and when he was pulled back up for yet another bone crunching slam, he smashed it into Bertur’s eye. The pain made him step back and cup his bleeding eye.
“You, you… YOU’RE DEAD APE!”
He shot forward, now utilizing his full strength, as he put a knee into the boy’s stomach, followed by a rapid punch and kick combination which found purchase on just about every inch of the child soldier’s skin. Grabbing the boys throat the blue recruit shot up in the air before diving straight back down, putting all his weight and momentum into the boy as he choke slammed him into the ground. Standing over Sohko, huffing from the exertion, the creature smirked.
“You shouldn’t have messed up my eye, I was going to let you live but now, now you have to die, fucking primate.”
The boy, battered and broken, kicked up, slammed his foot into the blue man’s head before kipping up to his feet. He could barely breathe thanks to the broken ribs but he still began gathering energy into his palm. It was miniscule, but it was more than enough to blow his other eye out, as he planned. The creature lunged forward, all his power and anger in one punch. Sohko saw it coming and could’ve blocked it, side stepped the shot and blasted half his face away. But then the simulation would’ve ended and although Sohko would feel some small vindication it was nothing compared to what happened when the punch hit him square in the jaw sending him several yards and into the blackness.
“Wake up… Do you hear me… Wake up… Are you okay?”
Slowly the haze lifted as Sohko opened his eyes to see the most beautiful violet eyes staring back at him. The most gorgeous specimen he had ever seen. It was a woman recruit, given her apparel, who was knelt beside the boy and holding his hand with warming reassurance.
“Who... Are you..?”
Sohko forced through clenched teeth as the pain overwhelmed him, darkness crept upon him once more, from every corner. But he needed to know her name, and it was just that, spoken with the sweetest voice, which carried him off to his slumber.
“Shyra.”
