Post by hewhostandsalone on Mar 18, 2012 5:54:36 GMT -5
Gerrek still couldn't get out of his head what he'd felt the previous day. Both the planet and himself had been shaken to the core by a power so monstrous that he knew not how it could exist. In fact there had been two unbelievable powers as well as small scale war between a number of other powers closer to his own. The reptile alien's mind still struggled to wrap itself around the idea that such might could exist in only two beings. He had spent his whole life fighting. He lived to fight and fought to live. And yet there were people like these who had reached a level that planets quaked with fear of their awesome strength. No matter the reason or purpose for the battles yesterday, Gerrek realized that even with the strength of an elite he could do little but spectate a battle like that and hope that the outcome was in his favor.
The red lizard frowned and scoffed at his own uselessness. He had never been one to stand on the sidelines when things got heated. He had always made a decision to take one side or the other. But in the face of those titans what could a lowly mercenary such as himself hope to accomplish? His strongest attack would be little more than a bee sting to fighters on their level. He sat in his usual environment as he contemplated the very purpose of his existence. He was a fighter through and through. He loved to rumble with the best of them. As he took the last drink in his tankard he slammed it down, imprinting the bottom of the mug into the bar before turning on the stool and stepping off. He headed out the door without a word.
Try as he might he could not deny that his very purpose, his very means of living, had been called into question yesterday. Even if those fighters had no knowledge of him at all they had still put an axe to his way of life. He had prided himself on being able to hold his own against the galaxy's best. He made it to the second round of the tournament, and if not for freezing up for a moment he might have had a shot at the third round, too. The fighters in the tournament were all at least on a level that he could put up a fight against. But the aftermath of that tournament had revealed one of the monsters that fought yesterday.
The Icer, Touketsuki, who was actively claiming planets for the world trade was one of the two. Gerrek knew this without a shadow of a doubt. He had no idea that the Changeling was that strong, but the events of the previous day had proven just how much power he was holding back. The possibility that he might be hiding more strength from everyone did something to Gerrek that he hadn't felt in ages. It made him afraid. It made him so afraid that the only thing he'd done since feeling that tremendous combat was drink and attempt to sleep.
As he walked hastily out of the bar and through the city streets, Gerrek ignored all existences aside from his own. He bumped into people, ran over one, and forced numerous others to go around him as his steps didn't waver from his current direction in the slightest. His face was a look of tormented fear, frustration, and anguish. No one he passed or collided with dared to utter a word to him when they looked at him. But not because of these other emotions displayed on his gnarly, battle scarred face. There was one emotion that shined through with a ferocity beyond anything the red reptile had displayed in his entire life. Determination.
He didn't even make it down the street from the tavern before his aura burst around him, sending dust flying in all directions and shocking more than a few passersby. When they looked to see the source of the commotion there was only a fading trail of energy where Gerrek previously stood. They could trace the trail to him as he flew through the air with all speed, but none gave chase. He was headed for the forest. Even most elite class warriors didn't venture into those abominable woodlands. The radioactive waters, mutated beasts, and warped foliage that lived therein was downright vicious, and according to rumor just about anything and everything that lived there was looking to eat everything else.
Gerrek didn't care about rumors. He cared about reality. The reality was that if he couldn't survive a few twisted plants and animals, then a warped planet shaker was so far beyond his reach that he may as well just give up. And so that's what he would do: reach that goal or die trying. Normally he wasn't so irrational as to thrust himself into potential death, but his emotions had gotten the better of him. He was pushing everything he had in him as he zoomed across the skies of Planet Vegeta. He wasn't thinking about alerting the very parties he had sensed fighting yesterday, if they were still even on this planet.
His energy was practically seething with raw emotion. The only sound he could hear was the rush of the wind by his ears as he kept his speed at its highest level. The narrow treeline on the horizon grew larger and larger with each passing second until it had nearly taken over his field of vision. He flew over the trees until he spotted the smallest bit of movement in their depths. It was at this point that he made the plunge of no return. Little did he realize in his surge of emotion that vines had already begun reaching up from the trees to try and pull him down.
He blew past them, headed down for a large quadruped hulk of a creature. It was easily triple his size. He dropped both knees into it's back at the base of its neck with all his strength. His aim was to cripple it, or kill it if possible, in a single attack. He felt a twisted satisfaction as the sickening crunch sounded off following his impact with the creature and its inevitable impact with the ground. An outline of its body was imprinted into the fluorescent green grass that covered the dirt floor of the forest.
The red alien was surprised when he felt the beast trying to stand. He had only cracked its tough exoskeleton. Its vitals had remained mostly unharmed. Without hesitation and with a ruthlessness that was very much unlike Gerrek even when directed at a wild animal he began pounding at the cracked open shell of the giant chitinous abomination. His fists plunged through the plating and made a disturbing shlump every time his fist connected. The mouth of the monster opened wide and it screeched and hissed in pain. It began to flail about in an attempt to throw the lizard off its back or smash him against one of the oversized trees.
Gerrek was about to leap off when he felt a hard tugging on his left ankle and was instantly slammed to the ground himself. Before he could lift himself up the beast had turned around and charged him. With the vine pulling down and the beast attempting to send him sailing through the air something had to give. The was a loud pop as Gerrek felt a sharp pain through his entire left side. He thought that his leg had been ripped clean off. Luckily he was no longer tied down by the vine. It seemed to have snapped from the tension.
He tried his best to flip around in the air and plant his feet against the tree he was headed to slam into thanks to the charge from the beast, but the moment he put his left foot against the tree and tried to catch himself there was another loud pop. His leg hadn't been ripped off, but his hip had been dislocated and almost all the muscles in the leg had been pulled. When he tried to tense up and stop himself from smashing into the tree it had shoved his hip back into socket. Unfortunately the pain made him crumble and his back took the impact of the tree. He fell about ten feet before meeting the ground face first.
That was one heck of a wake-up call. But this training was only the beginning. It wasn't training to fight. He had been fighting his whole life and that measured up to nothing against the threats that he faced now. He had to put himself at the edge of life and death before he could ever come close to standing up to the threats at hand. And he wasn't thinking about the plants or that hulking insect creature, either. His mind was focused on the two fighters he sensed yesterday.
Pain filled his body and snapped him back to the situation at hand. His eyes opened slowly. The first sight before him was the beast charging at him yet again. He loosed a blast from his left hand, using the explosion to knock himself out of the way. The insect hulk smashed into the tree himself, and was stopped dead in his tracks. Despite the bug's unreal physical strength the tree barely shook from a full body charge. Gerrek grunted as he sat up and stared down his foe.
His vision had already begun to blur. If he had to imagine what taking one of his own punches felt like at full power he thought that this would be that feeling. The bug seemed to shake off the hit like nothing, turning to face Gerrek. It charged once again with its tusks aimed for the red alien. He tried to shove himself out of the way, but the beast's left tusk caught him in the left shoulder as he was moving and it pierced all the way through. "Gggkkk..." Gerrek couldn't say much after a hit like that. The pain was mind boggling.
He only knew that he now had a hole through his upper left side that went from front to back. And an angry bug was charging through the forest with him as a hood ornament of sorts. The only way out was to give it everything he had in one go. Otherwise he'd be ripped in half when he collided with a tree. It took only a few moments, but to Gerrek it felt like it took lifetimes. The pain made each second an eternal struggle. But he managed to call up all his energy.
Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was determination. Maybe it was shear survival instinct. No matter the case, Gerrek's power reached its peak as a brilliant silver aura exploded around him with audible ripples each time it fluctuated. Given his mental and emotional state right now it fluctuated quite violently. Using all the alcohol he'd been drinking over the past day and all that energy, he put his natural talent to use. He loosed a blazing pyre of destruction that incinerated nearly everything in its path in an instant.
The bug was reduced to little more than a charred husk and a good twenty feet of forest behind him in a cone shape was leveled to the ground and black as coal. A few smoldering embers remained here and there, but Gerrek had defeated the foe that was giving him the most trouble. As it collapsed to the ground the tusk broke off from the beast and was left inside Gerrek's shoulder.
Needless to say Zig didn't expect the forest to be this deadly. One leg was crippled, he had bruises and cuts all over from the fight, and he had a hole in his torso just below the outer edge of his collarbone on the left side. It took most of his remaining strength to force the tusk out of his shoulder. He activated the capsule containing his ship and slowly crawled into it. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't go back to the Saiyans asking for help. He needed somewhere with good medical technology that wouldn't turn him away. His mind locked onto Earth and that's where he set his ship to go. With a farewell to one of his favorite planets, Zig heads off in hopes of surviving the day.
His space pod has minimal medical supplies therein. A handful of the medical gel that rejuvenation tubes used is all he had left. He put it around the edges of the wound and hoped that it would halt the bleeding enough to keep him alive for the trip.
(OOC: Words 2139
Note: My first post as an active character since my departure two months ago. Not my best work, and I spent two and a half days working on it. But I need to get something going. Also, I tend to put a lot of my character's motivations and mental workings into training posts/threads as well as the actual training itself. I feel like there's a motivation for everything, and if you're going to put yourself in a life or death situation then you better have a darn good reason.
And yes I will be using up the one use spacepod that's in his inventory at the end of this thread. He is Earthbound.)
The red lizard frowned and scoffed at his own uselessness. He had never been one to stand on the sidelines when things got heated. He had always made a decision to take one side or the other. But in the face of those titans what could a lowly mercenary such as himself hope to accomplish? His strongest attack would be little more than a bee sting to fighters on their level. He sat in his usual environment as he contemplated the very purpose of his existence. He was a fighter through and through. He loved to rumble with the best of them. As he took the last drink in his tankard he slammed it down, imprinting the bottom of the mug into the bar before turning on the stool and stepping off. He headed out the door without a word.
Try as he might he could not deny that his very purpose, his very means of living, had been called into question yesterday. Even if those fighters had no knowledge of him at all they had still put an axe to his way of life. He had prided himself on being able to hold his own against the galaxy's best. He made it to the second round of the tournament, and if not for freezing up for a moment he might have had a shot at the third round, too. The fighters in the tournament were all at least on a level that he could put up a fight against. But the aftermath of that tournament had revealed one of the monsters that fought yesterday.
The Icer, Touketsuki, who was actively claiming planets for the world trade was one of the two. Gerrek knew this without a shadow of a doubt. He had no idea that the Changeling was that strong, but the events of the previous day had proven just how much power he was holding back. The possibility that he might be hiding more strength from everyone did something to Gerrek that he hadn't felt in ages. It made him afraid. It made him so afraid that the only thing he'd done since feeling that tremendous combat was drink and attempt to sleep.
As he walked hastily out of the bar and through the city streets, Gerrek ignored all existences aside from his own. He bumped into people, ran over one, and forced numerous others to go around him as his steps didn't waver from his current direction in the slightest. His face was a look of tormented fear, frustration, and anguish. No one he passed or collided with dared to utter a word to him when they looked at him. But not because of these other emotions displayed on his gnarly, battle scarred face. There was one emotion that shined through with a ferocity beyond anything the red reptile had displayed in his entire life. Determination.
He didn't even make it down the street from the tavern before his aura burst around him, sending dust flying in all directions and shocking more than a few passersby. When they looked to see the source of the commotion there was only a fading trail of energy where Gerrek previously stood. They could trace the trail to him as he flew through the air with all speed, but none gave chase. He was headed for the forest. Even most elite class warriors didn't venture into those abominable woodlands. The radioactive waters, mutated beasts, and warped foliage that lived therein was downright vicious, and according to rumor just about anything and everything that lived there was looking to eat everything else.
Gerrek didn't care about rumors. He cared about reality. The reality was that if he couldn't survive a few twisted plants and animals, then a warped planet shaker was so far beyond his reach that he may as well just give up. And so that's what he would do: reach that goal or die trying. Normally he wasn't so irrational as to thrust himself into potential death, but his emotions had gotten the better of him. He was pushing everything he had in him as he zoomed across the skies of Planet Vegeta. He wasn't thinking about alerting the very parties he had sensed fighting yesterday, if they were still even on this planet.
His energy was practically seething with raw emotion. The only sound he could hear was the rush of the wind by his ears as he kept his speed at its highest level. The narrow treeline on the horizon grew larger and larger with each passing second until it had nearly taken over his field of vision. He flew over the trees until he spotted the smallest bit of movement in their depths. It was at this point that he made the plunge of no return. Little did he realize in his surge of emotion that vines had already begun reaching up from the trees to try and pull him down.
He blew past them, headed down for a large quadruped hulk of a creature. It was easily triple his size. He dropped both knees into it's back at the base of its neck with all his strength. His aim was to cripple it, or kill it if possible, in a single attack. He felt a twisted satisfaction as the sickening crunch sounded off following his impact with the creature and its inevitable impact with the ground. An outline of its body was imprinted into the fluorescent green grass that covered the dirt floor of the forest.
The red alien was surprised when he felt the beast trying to stand. He had only cracked its tough exoskeleton. Its vitals had remained mostly unharmed. Without hesitation and with a ruthlessness that was very much unlike Gerrek even when directed at a wild animal he began pounding at the cracked open shell of the giant chitinous abomination. His fists plunged through the plating and made a disturbing shlump every time his fist connected. The mouth of the monster opened wide and it screeched and hissed in pain. It began to flail about in an attempt to throw the lizard off its back or smash him against one of the oversized trees.
Gerrek was about to leap off when he felt a hard tugging on his left ankle and was instantly slammed to the ground himself. Before he could lift himself up the beast had turned around and charged him. With the vine pulling down and the beast attempting to send him sailing through the air something had to give. The was a loud pop as Gerrek felt a sharp pain through his entire left side. He thought that his leg had been ripped clean off. Luckily he was no longer tied down by the vine. It seemed to have snapped from the tension.
He tried his best to flip around in the air and plant his feet against the tree he was headed to slam into thanks to the charge from the beast, but the moment he put his left foot against the tree and tried to catch himself there was another loud pop. His leg hadn't been ripped off, but his hip had been dislocated and almost all the muscles in the leg had been pulled. When he tried to tense up and stop himself from smashing into the tree it had shoved his hip back into socket. Unfortunately the pain made him crumble and his back took the impact of the tree. He fell about ten feet before meeting the ground face first.
That was one heck of a wake-up call. But this training was only the beginning. It wasn't training to fight. He had been fighting his whole life and that measured up to nothing against the threats that he faced now. He had to put himself at the edge of life and death before he could ever come close to standing up to the threats at hand. And he wasn't thinking about the plants or that hulking insect creature, either. His mind was focused on the two fighters he sensed yesterday.
Pain filled his body and snapped him back to the situation at hand. His eyes opened slowly. The first sight before him was the beast charging at him yet again. He loosed a blast from his left hand, using the explosion to knock himself out of the way. The insect hulk smashed into the tree himself, and was stopped dead in his tracks. Despite the bug's unreal physical strength the tree barely shook from a full body charge. Gerrek grunted as he sat up and stared down his foe.
His vision had already begun to blur. If he had to imagine what taking one of his own punches felt like at full power he thought that this would be that feeling. The bug seemed to shake off the hit like nothing, turning to face Gerrek. It charged once again with its tusks aimed for the red alien. He tried to shove himself out of the way, but the beast's left tusk caught him in the left shoulder as he was moving and it pierced all the way through. "Gggkkk..." Gerrek couldn't say much after a hit like that. The pain was mind boggling.
He only knew that he now had a hole through his upper left side that went from front to back. And an angry bug was charging through the forest with him as a hood ornament of sorts. The only way out was to give it everything he had in one go. Otherwise he'd be ripped in half when he collided with a tree. It took only a few moments, but to Gerrek it felt like it took lifetimes. The pain made each second an eternal struggle. But he managed to call up all his energy.
Maybe it was desperation. Maybe it was determination. Maybe it was shear survival instinct. No matter the case, Gerrek's power reached its peak as a brilliant silver aura exploded around him with audible ripples each time it fluctuated. Given his mental and emotional state right now it fluctuated quite violently. Using all the alcohol he'd been drinking over the past day and all that energy, he put his natural talent to use. He loosed a blazing pyre of destruction that incinerated nearly everything in its path in an instant.
The bug was reduced to little more than a charred husk and a good twenty feet of forest behind him in a cone shape was leveled to the ground and black as coal. A few smoldering embers remained here and there, but Gerrek had defeated the foe that was giving him the most trouble. As it collapsed to the ground the tusk broke off from the beast and was left inside Gerrek's shoulder.
Needless to say Zig didn't expect the forest to be this deadly. One leg was crippled, he had bruises and cuts all over from the fight, and he had a hole in his torso just below the outer edge of his collarbone on the left side. It took most of his remaining strength to force the tusk out of his shoulder. He activated the capsule containing his ship and slowly crawled into it. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't go back to the Saiyans asking for help. He needed somewhere with good medical technology that wouldn't turn him away. His mind locked onto Earth and that's where he set his ship to go. With a farewell to one of his favorite planets, Zig heads off in hopes of surviving the day.
His space pod has minimal medical supplies therein. A handful of the medical gel that rejuvenation tubes used is all he had left. He put it around the edges of the wound and hoped that it would halt the bleeding enough to keep him alive for the trip.
(OOC: Words 2139
Note: My first post as an active character since my departure two months ago. Not my best work, and I spent two and a half days working on it. But I need to get something going. Also, I tend to put a lot of my character's motivations and mental workings into training posts/threads as well as the actual training itself. I feel like there's a motivation for everything, and if you're going to put yourself in a life or death situation then you better have a darn good reason.
And yes I will be using up the one use spacepod that's in his inventory at the end of this thread. He is Earthbound.)
