Post by Virion on Feb 18, 2012 2:47:03 GMT -5
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Galactic Channels:
Galactic Channels:
Virion is from a series of Bio-androids to first be produced about a century from now. The successful recreation of the long-gone Dr Gero’s finial project, in the form of a bio-android named Cytochondria, did not go unnoticed among the galactic channels. Earth, along with a number of other planets, had in fact become a point of interest at the time after the then-current ruler of the new World Trade Organisation had begun making claims in person, seeking to expand his operations back to the glory that the World Trade Organisation had once boasted so many centuries ago.
A special division of scientists and observers brought in under the World Trade Organisations banner after a series of conquests, approached earth after a tip-off and stealthily appropriated the materials of a research facility known as The Gates. Their android and cybernetics technology was of no interest, with the World Trade Organisation already having a highly developed cybernetics division. However, buried within its databases among the abandoned projects of one of its sub-contractors, was the information they sought. Known for appropriating key facets of their research, the group soon found what remained of the Bio-Android developmental data.
From this they learned of the process behind what they came to call the hybrid-class bio-android (finally able to overcome the cellular rejection which had thwarted all previous attempts at proper DNA re-composition), a valuable addition to their own research into the field of artificial warriors. Earth, while slow in terms of technological development by galactic standards, was still classified as a B level civilisation*(see notes). The artificial humans created by this ancient human scientist were so revolutionary that Earth’s technology was only now catching up with his achievements, but the DNA hybrid Bio-android still remains as an A level technological development.
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Dark Ambition:
The World Trade Organisation was interested in replacing the need for conscripting warrior races, and creating in their place an army of warriors who were mindlessly obedient, ruthlessly efficient, and encompassing in one package every desirable trait the races of this galaxy has to offer. An army of perfect beings to use as they see fit.
The Head Scientist, (an Icer named Koriza), had darker plans however. While on the surface he served Lord Suki as but another loyal servant, and appeared to delight in fulfilling his master’s wishes, his true motivation lied in the completion of his own twisted goal.
“This universe if full of scum, who are in turn ruled by scum, breeding ever more scum in a stagnant cycle.” Came his deep, rumbling voice, secretly confiding his thoughts to an audio journal.
“I am disgusted even by myself, worthless and weak. Unworthy, every last one of us… unworthy. But I do not question our necessity, no, certainly not, for I have seen the master plan.”
“The universe exists as a nesting ground for all the pieces of the puzzle, the scattered markings of greatness, waiting for those who understand to come along and clear them from the refuse.”
“Originally I had thought this to mean the eradication of those races unworthy, whose weakness would lead them to fall prey to the more powerful beings of this galaxy. The Icers, my own race. I use to say, and not in hubris but as a fact: In their lineage runs greatness! It’s only natural that they have ascended once more to the galactic stage as rulers…”
“And yet now I realise that I was wrong… ALL races have traits unbefitting the godly perfection this universe desires, many(myself included) cannot live up to their potential, and not always do the strongest alone carry the makings of perfection.”
“Only by taking the best of all beings and excluding the… defects, will the first truly perfect species be born! The gods themselves shall be as nothing to the perfect race our galaxy yearns for. For indeed what gods could allow such filth to spread? Unless of course they are nothing but filth themselves…”
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Subterfuge
The team went to work once more, finally having the key that had been missing. After nearly 16 years in development they had successfully created the first hybrid Bio-android of their division. Flawed(in the eyes of Koriza) as it was, this was an important stepping stone on the path to perfection.
The cloning facilities had soon produced a number of these beings, acting as a legion of high-power warriors, conquering planets which had once been untouchable. The World Trade Organisation flourished, growing larger and larger.
However, this legion was doomed to imperfection. For in their design the reliance of augmentation from an android component remained as a hole which could never be filled, for these androids simply did not exist. The Ruler of the World Trade Organisation had absolutely no wish to make these creatures more powerful than they already were (no doubt realising the potential threat posed by a race of superior beings), and so had little care for the fact that the remained in what was deemed by their creators, an ‘incomplete’ state.
The researches however continued, the first models goal was Subterfuge. A token gesture to appease their ruler and keep him blinded to the true goal, these temporary units where instilled with a limited lifespan. Almost like a cult Koriza slowly drew more of his team over to his point of view while the research and development continued, and those who could not be swayed would be met with… accidents.
The next model was created, then the next. Their intentionally limited lifespan ensuring the World Trade Organisation continued to support the new development of these bio-androids even as the process became progressively more efficient. However, as more races were conquered and conscripted, interest in these artificial warriors wavered, lord Suki’s fickle nature becoming apparent. In the end he seemed to continue their development more under sufferance than out of a continuation of the interest he had once shown. The final nail in the coffin came when the Red Engine ascended to the throne, overthrowing the previous lord Suki in an epic confrontation.
“Why bother continuing to develop these creatures”, said the new ruler of the World Trade Organisation when the topic was finally raised, the chaos after his ascension finally dying down so that more mundane matters could be given his approval.
“In the beginning a force of superior warriors seemed desirable, lacking the numbers and resources back then that we have now they enabled us to expand this organisation exponentially. Now, however, this expense is no longer necessary. The sheer size of the World Trade Organisation has reached the point that all resistance can be quelled by our insurmountable numbers, and the strength of our numerous mercenary divisions grows ever higher.”
“Besides, there can only be one perfect being…”
Try as he might to argue otherwise, Koriza could not secure continued support for his work. This however did not stop them, as the small cult of followers broke off and continued the cause, disappearing to an obscure corner of the galaxy.
20 years later, the next stage of their plan came to fruition.
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The Heavens Themself.
Virion is but one of many bio-androids exactly like himself, he was neither remarkable nor unique with absolutely no distinguishing features between himself and any of the other ‘Virion’s. He is a fourth generation Bio-Android, boasting a number of advantages over previous models.
Born straight into a perfect form, this race of beings did not rely on absorption to attain their power, there was no intermediate stage to their development. Their power was incredible, and they were designed as destroyers.
“Through YOU the galaxy well be swept clean! The filth will be destroyed and you will lay the final foundation for the perfect race to step forward, and claim their rightful place as soul inhabitants of this universe! The gods themselves shall tremble before your power, as you smite them from the heavens themself.”
Charismatically the current Head Scientist, (Koriza's most prestigious aide and successor: Aice), threw his arm upwards, his cape flaring in the wind, and the cultists chanted in unison. The 4 Giant Bio-androids stepped forward, glass shattering, cables thrashing around as they broke free for their pods. Small explosions went off around the vast temple-like laboratory, lightning jumping between walls and the group of beings who have just emerged into this world. Their very presence threw the facility into turmoil, as if the world itself trembled before their terrifying might.
“Come! Destroy! Wipe the slate clean and fulfil the universes desire for true perfection!”
Genocide, he was talking about genocide on a galactic scale... No, worse than that, on a trans-galactic scale. He wanted to destroy not only every race of this galaxy, but the kaioshin as well.
“and you shall start…” more theatrics ensued as Zi-Kan, Aice, raised both arms to the sky, his robes billowing “…by erasing US”.
With this every member cult bowed down, all the scientists moving from their consoles to join them on the floor. Even their leader Koriza perches himself at the Bio-Androids feet and waited, dwarfed by this collosal beings. Like sacrificial lambs they were offering themselves up as the first to be wiped out by these monsters, the first of the unworthy beings to be cleansed.
The Bio-Androids all looked together as one, focusing on the back and bowed head of Koriza. The closest of the four Virion-Class Bio-Androids stepped forward, extending his giant arm…
“Then let it begin”
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A blinding light decimated the room, the suicidal cult getting it’s wish as all followers were destroyed in an instant, the laboratory along with it. Earthquakes shook the planet, as the massive blast obliterated a huge chunk of the planet, cutting down to the very core.
As the light faded the 4 bio-androids were all that was left, floating in space as what remained of the planet went into turmoil. Knowing exactly what to do, each bio-android looked towards one corner of the galaxy, and in a flash is gone.
Mere seconds later, the intense light-show reached its climax as the rest of the planet exploded.
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Planned obsolescence
The Virions were unstoppable. In mere months they had decimated most of the galaxy, crippling both the The World Trade Organisation and the Saiyans Solar Empire in the process. The north kai stepped in, realising the threat these creatures posed too little too late, for by that time they had begun the infection phase, injecting viral code within host bodies of the races they attacked, in order to replicate. There were nearly a hundred of them now, spread out across the galaxy.
And yet, something was wrong.
At first it went unnoticed, but soon all copies of Virion began weakening, and within days it began:
“What? I don’t unders…aughhh…” shocks went through his body, his insides twisting
“No, no it can’t be-agghhhhhh” Virion recognised exactly what this was now. The degeneration and subsequent expiration previous models had gone through to keep the World Trade Organisation funding their development… They couldn’t possibly have left these markers in Virions own DNA… Could they?
And yet here he was, his body slowly decrepifying in what he now realised was complete cellar degeneration.
Instinctively, they used their instant transmission to regroup, somehow there was reassurance when faced with the presence of his fellow bio-androids. Small groups of between 5 and 10 congregated at various points around the galaxy, all faced with exactly the same problem.
“I don’t understand, we were meant to be the perfect race!” Virion cried, as small wisps of purple smoke began coming off his body.
“No Virion” came a voice within his head, Koriza’s voice. It was a genetically implanted memory, cleverly designed to be recalled at this exact moment.
“Just like myself you were but a stepping stone on the path. You are merely the forerunners, clearing the way before you for the TRUE perfect race. They shall immerge into a galaxy untouched by the scum who once spread like a plague across its surface.”
“You always knew this to be the case, even if you weren’t aware of it. You are The Destroyers, and The Destroyers could never be the perfect beings this universe desires…”
With this his body lurched, the transformation fully under way. His head began to elongate, his featured and form becoming rougher, the sleek beauty of his true form giving way to an altogether less aesthetically pleasing design. Internally he could feel the organs shifting and rearranging themselves. He could also feel along his chest and stomach a seam opening. The arm he used for implanting his viral code into his victims twisted and deformed. His skin changed and with one final lurch he could feel it, his complete power slipping away like so much water between his fingers.
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Mise en place
He looked up.
Around him roughly half of the group appeared to have undergone or were still in the process of undergoing the change he had experienced himself. The other half however were dead, their bodies rotting at an incredible speed, leaving them as nothing but dust within moments.
Raising his hands up before his face he took in his new form. Although they were born into a perfect body, it appeared that they retained the vestiges of an earlier transformation. Each of those who survived the process looked the same, and as they stepped forward he noticed they too were examining each other’s features. Insightfully, Virion noticed that this form shared certain features with the third forms of the Icer’s. Not surprising, due to their shared DNA.
Rather than a tail tailored to absorption, they appeared to have a maw in their chest. Opening his own slightly he confirmed that it could indeed envelop the components which the original DNA-hybrids required to attain their perfect form, though he was unsure if doing so would yield the same result. His other hand also appeared to have a maw in it.
“So… we are not the perfect race” Virion said matter-of-factly, stepping into line, forming a small circle with the 4 survivors of the first regression.
“It would appear so” Said another in an equally flat tone. Their thoughts were still perfectly in tune, like a singular being each and every Virion in the galaxy was feeling and thinking the same thing…
Some people would assume they might feel bitter, betrayed, knowing that they weren’t the perfect race but just another step towards it in their creators schemes. Knowing that they were created intentionally with an expiration date, considered unworthy by the one who created them of continuing their existence beyond what he saw fit.
“So be it” They replied in near unison.
It was not for Virion to question his role in the master plan. They were created for a purpose and had every intention of completing it. No matter how cheated he thought he should feel, he simply did not. Like the cultists themselves, Koriza’s Bio-androids were conditioned, you might even say brainwashed, into accepting, with every fibre of their being, their place in his grand scheme.
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The Gateway
Nearly 6 months after being unleashed on the universe, there were but a few Virions left. Soon after his first Devolution, they had come to the consensus that given their rate of degeneration there would not be enough time for them to complete their goal. Somewhere along the track the plans so carefully laid out by Koriza, Aice and their team had gone astray.
Fortunately, Virion soon found that by ‘reconcentrating’ himself they were able to slow the degeneration process. Rather than working in co-operation, the bio-androids turned on each other, fighting until one was able to forcefully absorb the other in accordance with the universes oldest law: Survival of the fittest.
Finally the day came, when Virion could no longer sense any life signs in the galaxy save for the others of his kind. Reaching out there was nothing but void. He had managed to achieve his goals much faster than projected, though the ravaging of his degeneration meant he now stood in his lowest, imperfect, form. Meeting at a pre-determined location, the 7 remaining Virions began preparation for the finale step in their plan.
After violently reconcentrating himself into one being, he approached the gate way, a device which had been constructed by the cult before they died. Through this portal they could force entry into the other world… and annihilate the gods.
Although his strength was but a whisper of what it had once been, Virion felt confident he could complete his task. He was weary, exhausted even, while once he had stood as a juggernaut towering over other beings in both strength and stature, he was now much smaller and weaker. He knew for certain something had gone amiss, for he should not have been this weak this soon, nor should he have had to rely on absorbing his brothers to survive. But the end was in sight, and as soon as he destroyed the Kaioshin his task would be completed, the universe ready to welcome the first truly perfect race...
Another tremor shook him then, something Virion had not expected
“no, no not yet” he cried in his gruff imperfect form’s voice. Despite absorbing the other Virions his cell decay continued unabated, he fell to one knee as pain rippled through his body. There were no more forms to revert through, Virion knew this. But it couldn’t be his time already!
The colour began to drain from him, giving him a more desiccated look. Behind him he heard a noise. Turning he saw a face he somehow recognised… but from where.
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Dust
“It’s over, vile monster. Soon you shall crumble into dust like your brothers before you.” Virions eyes widened, he took a step forward
“There will be no ‘perfect race’, there will be no more killing. Already my companions have destroyed the laboratory containing the unborn creatures your master sought to create” The man stood, arms held neatly behind his back as he looked out into the starry sky. Virions eyes darted for a second in the direction he was looking, then back to the being before him
“No! You’re lying!” Virion croaked.
He clenched his fists, arching his back as he took on a menacing stance.
How dare this fool speak like this! How can he be so confident? How did he know of the plan! Where Had He Seen Him Before!?
Desperate thoughts raced through Virions head. Although he instinctively rejected the notion, he had known for some time now that something was wrong…
“Lying am I?” the voice roused Virion from his thoughts, and back to the man standing before him
“Then tell me, can you feel them out there? You know that if you’re right then you should be able to” Realisation struck Virion, this man before him was a kaioshin, the energy coming off him having that familiar quality he was created to recognise, an energy distinct to the race of the gods.
The Kai stood staring out at the same point in the sky as before, having not moved since his arrival. Virion craned his neck, searching out into the galaxy, probing with his senses. Nothing, just as before, nothing. He had wiped out all races in the galaxy, just as he was meant to, leaving nothing but himself and the as yet unborn perfect race…
Shock as realisation set in.
Nothing anywhere.
How could this be? Nothing anywhere? What about the energy signatures from the Perfect beings? How had he not noticed they were missing! Steadily they had been growing throughout the course of his galactic annihilation, reaching maturity within their pods.
But now they were gone.
He tried to remember back, remember a point where their energy signatures stopped. But he couldn’t. It’s like they were there the whole time, and yet never there to begin with…
How? How could this be!?
“They were there alright, you just didn’t notice cause I didn’t want you to notice” Had he said it out loud? No, somehow the kai had known what he was thinking, and was now giving a pointed look towards Virion.
“Within three days from now all the damage your kind has done will be reversed. All the countless people you’ve wiped out will be restored...”
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Daikaioshin
Virion couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“But… how…” his hands were trembling, everything had come unravelled!
The master plan, ruined!
The perfect race, gone!
Why did he even exist anymore?
It Was All For Nothing!
“I am the Daikaioshin, it’s my job to watch over the universe. I’m not about to stand by and let a whole galaxy be destroyed. Tampering with your expiration code was the best I could do on such short notice, but it did the trick. If it weren’t for the Daimakaioshin’s interference I would have done a lot more too.”
“You’re responsible for my early degeneration?” replied Virion venomously
“Yes, infact I’ve accelerated the process considerably, though it pains me to see that you still managed to cause such destruction despite your severely limited lifespa-”
Virion had lurched forward, attacking the Daikaioshin. Turning side on the Kaio expertly parried the blow with one hand and sent a backhanded strike which knocked Virion sprawling.
It was clear he was no match for him, having degenerated far to much for this to be any real contest. The kai had not even changed his footing, instead standing exactly as before, one hand tucked behind his back in a composed and sagely manner. Despite this, Virion continued to try.
“You Filthy Scum, You’ve Ruined… EVE-RY-THING!” A swift dodge from the kai followed by a earth-shatter blow to the stomach
“Ugghh.-gghhrrr… …You… Will Pay. I Swear You Will Pay!” a left hook to the face followed by a devastating eye beam which swatted Virion away like a fly. The Daikaioshin wasn’t even trying.
He teleported then, using his instantaneous movement to appear standing above Virion, who had been left sprawled and smoldering from that last attack.
Virion wiped some blood away from his mouth, one eye swollen shut and his body beaten and battered
“Give up android, your masters sick dream is over. Like last night’s nightmare on the coming of a new day, the horrors of your existence shall fade and be forgotten… like so many monsters before you.” The kai turned tilted his head to the side, as if looking of into the distance, before turning back and bending in close.
“The dragonballs have been gathered, soon all the refugees which had been taken to the other world, along with those who were killed, will be wished back to their rightful home. And you have but a day at most to live”
With this the Daikaioshin righted himself, a satisfied smile on his face. Turning without another word he strode forward about three paces, before placing his hands once more behind his back and teleporting away.
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Without Purpose
Virion simply sat in shock.
The Kai was right, it was over. There was no way he could complete his mission, and even if he could the Perfect ones were gone, destroyed. There was no point anymore.
“well Koriza, looks like the plans of a flawed man were doomed to failure all along.” Virion said out loud in a self-mocking tone, righting himself and getting up from the ground.
“The universe may strive for perfection, but it seems that it will also do everything in its power to prevent it”
He looked over at the gateway. It was no use walking through it now. A Portal to the other world was useless to him…
Anger welled up within Virion. Clenching his fist he smashed at the nearest console. Circuits sparked, a volt of energy from the superconductor arching across the room. Virion blasted at the other consoles. Alert sirens went off. The portal began destabilising, a swirling vortex of chaotic colours and lights, no longer the pristine window into the other world it had once been.
Manic laugher escaped Virions lips, as insanity seemed to grip him.
The Portal leaped and swirled, reaching out like a cyclonic tempest and deforming beyond the boundries of the gate which had contained it. The ground shook, the consoles and siren fizzling out with a crack as electricity jumped from the portal to the walls, ceiling and floor.
The tiles began to lift from the floor, a deep rumbling shaking the facility to its foundation. Bits and pieces began to float upwards as the great energies at play counteracted the forces of gravity in the area.
“Take me universe!”Virion yelled manically,
“I am a being without purpose! Without a reason to exist!” flicking his hadn out he blasted another consol, the vortex whirling out of control.
“Bring me… bring me to my Destiny!!”
He leaped forward, diving head first into the now maelstrom-like event horizon before him.
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Null and Void
When Virion awoke he found himself surrounded by nothingness. White extended for as far as the eye could see in every direction. The air was thicker than most non-aquatic worlds, with a higher level of gravity.
He stretched his hand out; making sure the void wasn’t simply a trick of his eyes. No, he wasn’t blind, he could see his hand fine, but the whiteness remained. He stood, wondering what to do.
Sensing out, he could feel nothing. Was he dead perhaps? Was this the fate that awaited those the gods judged as wicked? Tentatively he took a couple of steps forward. For some reason the gravity of this place bothered him much more than it should. Surely a sign of his decaying body… and yet, feeling within himself he noticed a change. His cells were no longer deteriorating as before.
The damage that had been done before was still present, but the process itself seemed to have stopped.
“Is this some kind of joke” he said out loud to the void, his ugly voice coming out strained and echoey
“I tell you to bring me to my destiny, so you take me here? To this realm of… nothingness?” after a pause he began to chuckle, then to laugh. He threw his head back, laughing long and loud. After a few moments the laugher died down, Virions expression turning grim.
“So be it”
There was a strange fittingness to it all. Surely the universe has a sense of humour, for in response to Virion decrying his fate, declaring himself without purpose, having no reason to exist, the universe had brought him to a place of non-existence, a meaningless space devoid of any semblance of reason.
Time appeared to not apply in this realm, and its temperature ranged from freezing cold to boiling heat, arbitrarily switching between the two at a moments notice. No matter how far Virion went the nothingness seemed to stretch on to infinity. He spent what could have been years, or could have been only days in this place. There was no way of telling.
All but resigning himself to this fate, Virion slumped to the ground. His mind was slipping into insanity. He cursed his makers, for due to their design he would not simply expire from hunger or thirst like many other beings would. While at first the stopping of his degeneration seemed a gift, he now realised it was nothing but a curse. If he had only died like all the other virions, he wouldn’t be trapped in this situation.
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The Edge of Consciousness
So many times he played out events through his head, everything from his birth to this very moment. But it was all useless now. His mind began to wander, the complete lack of outside stimulation getting to him. He lay down, looking upwards, completely still.
How long he stayed like that, he couldn’t say. Days perhaps, weeks even… surely not years? He may even have remained that way forever, had something not brushed at the corners of his awareness, like a gentle breeze that you’re not quite sure is there. More time passed, and the sensation grew stronger. So long had he spent here that at first he didn’t quite recognise it, comprehension eluding him like a tune whose lyics you can’t remember.
With a super human effort his mind reengaged, his consciousness making the unaccustomed stain of reconnection with his physical form. He turned his head, finally roused by this alluring sensation. Almost on instinct alone he began sensing far out into the distance. Further and further he pushed, straining at the border of perception. Suddenly, he felt it. But what was it?
Comprehension slowly dawned within him, his mind sluggish from misuse.
Another being... or at least a power source of some kind. So faint, and yet he recognised it. Snapping out of the haze which clouded his mind he attempted to fly towards it, but couldn’t stay in the air. Each great leap propelling him forward and yet slowly resulting in a return to the ground.
Like a wisp the sensation was gone, as if someone had closed the door to its source, and yet he followed the direction he was sure it had come from. Annoyance gnawed at him as more memory returned. He had become so weak and pathetic! He had lost his edge, the vast library of techniques which had once been at his fingertips eluded his grasp. He knew that within his cell memory was something that could help him, programmed into his being were techniques and abilities from countless races!
And yet they all remained out of reach to him. Even so, he continued. The time went slowly, but he was relentless. Something had been there, he was sure of it! Just when he was ready to give up, pass it off as a delusion constructed within his ravaged and stimulus-deprived brain, he saw something.
His eyes opened wide. He could hardly believe it. He laughed a little, a fragile, ugly sound. Did he dare to believe? Was it real? As he came closer the structure reared upwards from the surrounding void. He laughed some more, longer this time, slowing his pace for a few steps as he took it in.
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The Doorway
It was a large circular room, with two smaller rooms off either side and a domed ceiling. Its foundation was a small platform, perched atop the vast nothingness. From this angle he could see that on one side was an hour glass… no, there was two, one on each side of the building. Green sand seemed to be flowing upwards from the one nearest. Next to both of these were what appeared to be two lamp posts.
It was the most beautiful thing Virion had ever seen, for it marked the first thing other than himself that actually existed within this realm. Somehow this one structure validated his whole existence. With this here he knew that he was real again, something he had forgotten while lost in the emptiness of infinity. Racing forward he approached from the side, walking around to the front. The room was open on this side. Stepping onto the platform the gravity eased up immensely, he felt light. It was a strange, unnatural sensation after spending so long in the gravity conditions of the void.
Within was a couple of beds, a store room full of food, a bath, curtains pulled across each doorway to separate the rooms. Clocks adorned many surfaces. But what drew Virions attention most was a wooden door, its surface ornately carved and yet elegant in its simplicity. He beheld it with a kind of hunger, a longing, though he did not know why.
Tentatively, his hand trembling, he reached forward. Pushing lightly at the door it’s handle slide downwards and the door began to swing outward. With an agonising slowness it creaked open, and beyond it Virion beheld a vast blue sky, framed above a large platform, immaculate gardening with ornate pillars extended out a ways on either side.
He… was free.
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Random Notes:
>*A classification used by the World Trade Organisation to rate planets based on technological advancement, ranging from A(highest) to F(lowest).
This classification is usually superseded by the older Arcosian Index(0-100), a system of rating planets based on their galatic position, mineral resources, or military value, of which earth scores much lower due to it’s fairly useless position, lack of galactically significant resources, and naturally weak race)
> (the Head Scientist) Koriza's name is a pun on ‘acute coryza’, also known as the common cold. I thought it seemed fitting for an Icer bio-engineer
. (also, the fact that it sounds similar to 'frieza' plays a part in it)> Unlike perfect Cell, the 'Virions' in their perfect form are giants, (though I am thinking perhaps that they can change their size, much like namekians have demonstrated). Virion in his imperfect form however is only normal size, perhaps a physical reflection of his his fall from grace?
> Daikaioshin is the title given to the 'grand supreme kai', who held the highest known position in the universe, above even the four supreme kais. Before the 'current' Daikaioshin in my story, the man who gave Fat Buu his portly appearance was the Daikaioshin.
>>Barring the admins disapproval of this, I actually decided that the Daikaioshin mentioned in my story is none other than Kibitoshin, who took on the role some time after the events of the buu saga.
I thought that seemed like pretty cool idea
He is a seriously under-appreciated character.
