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Post by Gray Callahan on Mar 24, 2012 14:25:58 GMT -5
Insects chirrup in the morning light as the sun illuminates the emerald sky. The saiyan king looks up into the sky, his face stony. He knew that Vegeta was suffering, could feel it reverberating through the cosmos - the World Trade Organization was raping her, and it would take a while for her to recover. Every fibre of Boliko's heart urged him to return to his world; but what would be the point? Most likely Yakedo would be gone by the time he arrived back at his world... and he had issued a challenge, after all, and one that would have to be met on this planet unless he wished his new allies a swift death. He had a feeling that this encounter would be the deciding factor in this war against the World Trade Organisation, a now-or-never moment.
He just prayed that Rensou fought well, and if he had died (the likely outcome) then he had died well, too; not happily. Boliko thought a happy death an implausible one, lest one was caught in orgasm at the exact instant of perishing. Due to his sacrifice, though, the king of all saiyans felt ensured of a victory against Lord Yakedo - even if the Changeling managed to escape he would be running with his tail between his legs. Boliko guessed he would probably run to Earth in this event - he had little hope that the little blue planet would send many allies to his cause. The race was too self-absorbed with their Apollonian conceptions that they couldn't see that the herald of Dionysus was knocking on their door. Yakedo was the prophet of pleasure and sensuality, the symbol of universal libido. Earthlings, on the whole, represented Apollo; but perhaps that, too, was misaligned - too reasonable that they couldn't see the obvious when it was knocking on their door, and then again when it punches through, grabbing them by the throat.
Boliko stands up and begins to stretch, pressuring the tendons in his arms and legs to warm up. A large white shutter closes the Namekian sky from view - he would consider the philosophy while honing himself further. The elder Namekian had unlocked some of his latent potential, that was true, but he doubted that he wouldn't be able to increase his power further. After his muscles felt loose and ready, he slipped his hands through the weighted clothing. It didn't feel as heavy as it used to. Perhaps he would have to find a way to supplement his training through other means in future.
For now, though, he would have to make do. He was fairly sure his ship didn't have the resources on it to cobble together some new device, although his technicians had several bright ideas that could lead to further enhancement. For now he'd have to stick to the basics... if you could call a high-tech gravity manipulator basic.
"Gravitron set to thirty times," the saiyan royal mutters, and then his body sags with the sudden, intense weight. He cringes slightly as he feels, once again, his ribcage unnervingly close to his lungs. He wheezes slightly, his knees bending; the weight was like nothing he had ever felt before. He tells himself it would only get harder from here-in, but the thought doesn't really help the idealistic saiyan. Things were hard as it is, without the need to push his body to the limit.
Revenge was imperative, but he couldn't let his mind fall entirely to a Dionysian viewpoint, like Touketsuki; nor could he afford to be utterly reasonable, Apollonian, like the earthlings. Saiyans had, in the past, shown themselves to be a delicate blend between the two viewpoints, and Boliko told himself that, should he be able to best Touketsuki, he must hold this balance.
Three robotic opponents rise from the floor, each gleaming a metallic red from the hue of the room. Sinister. Each one represented Yakedo, and each one would perish; but not before they were able to help the saiyan king push himself beyond his current limitations. He wanted to physically and spiritually feel his power expand over defined thresholds, push them into the realms of myth. In the back of his mind he felt a nagging sensation, and he realised what it was - that thousand-year footage of Bardock, with his hair golden and his power raging. Was that faked? Perhaps. But Boliko was sure he currently had access to a similar form, although he had never been able to use it to a masterful extent.
And so he decided; by the end of this session he would be able to access the form freely, even if he couldn't 'control' it per say - even if this put him more in relation with Yakedo's chaotic viewpoint than he would normally be comfortable with.
He claps his hands once, and the three droids look up at him. Their eyes flash a dark red as each one locks on to his frame. He had already pre-programmed them to attempt to, as a team, win by any means necessary; just falling short of killing the king if they managed to get the better of him... unlikely, but possible. His technicians had managed to rework them, and each of them fought as if they had a power-level of about forty-thousand - Boliko before his power was unlocked. Plus, they had the advantage of having access to many battle strategies and forms of martial art. Boliko had power, instinct and skill - but could he beat three specially-programmed robots?
Yeah. Probably.
The three robots begin to circle the saiyan king, the two to the sides splitting off from the middle. The three robots form a triangle around the hulking humanoid. Boliko raises a single eyebrow, before he tenses his muscles; his white aura explodes outwards, and each robot is blown back - but only slightly. They skid for a second, before halting. The saiyan smiles, despite the deep discomfort he is currently feeling. He could still surprise the robots, it seemed, although he would have to continually adapt his fighting style as the training progressed; good practice for Touketsuki.
Each robot raises their right arm, in perfect synchrony. The king acknowledges each one. He should name them, make the fight more personal, but he wouldn't be able to tell the difference unless he marked them somehow. Hm. Good plan, Bol.
He had several ideas for new techniques in mind. One of them could most certainly mark the robots, if it worked as he had theorised. He had a structure to his days, see - philosophical ponderings took a good hour, then theoretical strategy and battle technique. He intended to test if some of his theory would stand up in an actual battle.
Each of the three robots began to charge up some malicious red energy, which crackled and rippled like an angry stormed, appearing as if contained only by a fragile barrier. Energy was a strong weapon and the three robots knew that Boliko had very little means of defense in this department. Unfortunately for them, they had not appeared to have conceived that he may have figured this out by now.
The king makes no attempt to move out of the way of the robots' intended attack; he merely smiles, his lips twisting upwards with playful connatations, ignoring the tremendous heavy gravity... such defiant gestures. The robots then thrust their arms forwards - and three powerful energy pillars erupt from their hands, spiralling with controlled releases. The storm was being channeled into a weapon; most top martial artists knew how to do this.
What not many can do, however, is defend themselves from such an attack. This often leads to attempts to meet the wave. Boliko had done this himself recently, in a training with Rensou Hiruen which stretched both to their very limit. The training did both king and general very good, but wasn't enough to push either into Touketsuki's league (which Boliko now presumed he was either equal or very close to, which wasn't a false assumption - the difference in their maximum powers was minimal). It had helped to identify some of Boliko's basic battle flaws, which he planned to rectify. One of them was, namely, this. He needed a shield.
The king roars and thrusts his arms to either side of his body, stretched out and tense. Energy floods his body and pours out of his hands, forming a thick white orb around his body. Boliko remembers to try to manage his energy output - he didn't want to immediately exhaust his resources, that'd be a useless technique. If he had nothing left to fight with, then it would just take another wave to finish him off. However, he presumed that the shield technique would always be draining in its current form. Perhaps he could test some variants later. The red energy waves dispersed, and after a while Boliko lets the shield subside. The white barrier fades, and he pants. He'd need to work on the technique in later trainings, for sure.
(New Technique - Shield: Boliko summons up energy and forms a shield. The amount of energy required depends on the intensity of the attack.)
The three robots circle him once again. They would be recalculating their strategies... which would hopefully give Boliko enough of an opening to gain the upper hand. But, he would need to outsmart them, again... by no means an easy task for a man without a plan.
Boliko was not said man.
Without warning, he blasts towards his opponent with unnatural speed, especially given his weights and the increased gravitional pull. This puts pressure on his legs, but he had worked on another technique to supplement this - he forced ki energy to reinforce the muscles. He had taken to calling this Burst Speed, and it was similar to techniques such as the Zanzoken or After-Image in that he moved so fast it left behind a copy.
(New Technique - Burst Speed: Original creation, acts as a variant of the After-Image technique and allows massive speed. Can't be used too much, however, as drains ki fairly quick if used for duration of more than a minute (most uses only take 1 second, however, due to the intense speed gained))
The robots, still focusing on the 'shadow' Boliko, don't notice his progress until it is too late to do anything. His next theory comes into play. He raises his right fist, and as he does so focuses chi energy into said hand. The energy begins to form outside of his body, erupting from his knuckles... forming four deadly-sharp white energy razors, about twenty-five centimetres in length. They also form on his other 'resting' hand, for later use. He'd realised the use of a blade-type attack since his fight with Rensou, in which his general had managed to slice his face with his elbow - what a feat.
How effective would these razors be? His enhanced fist strikes the robot square in the chest, and sparks fly from the aggressive incisions made as the bot makes a high-pitched whine. Its synthetic hands grab at Boliko's muscular arm, but it fails succinctly to remove it. Within seconds, it's crimson eyes fade away to a dull grey. The saiyan king tugs his hand back, and the bot drops to the floor, oil leaking from the wounds.
(New Technique - Energy Razors: Looking like a energy Wolverine, Boliko forms several 'claws' on each hand that act as blades. Fairly powerful, they can rip through many types of metal, although the limits have not been discovered yet.)
The saiyan king smiles, shaking his hand free of the slick black substance. Touketsuki would be hard pressed to come out unharmed from a blow like that. Still, though, there was a matter of speed; sure, Boliko now found he was able to move from place to place much faster, but what of his own punches? He disappears with a pap and re-appears in the center of the room. The two remaining robots follow him this time, having understood the technique. Boliko can almost feel them recalibrating themselves to deal with the loss of a team-mate. They may be less dangerous now, but maybe now. Who knows, they might even be able to feel desperation; and such desperation can cause anything to become more dangerous.
The king doubted a robot could be Dionysian, but it was possible. Looking at the constructed corpse, he names it Ecstasy. He intended to end Touketsuki's previously undisturbed emotional euphoria, crush it between his giant fingers. If it were physical he'd eat it, but perhaps Yakedo's heart would suffice. This thought brings a smile to Boliko's face.
His smile abruptly breaks into a grimace as a sharp travels up his spine. He coughs and his forehead creases into lines. One of the bastards... robots, they had stolen his technique! His technicians hadn't told him about this aspect. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased or angry... it'd certainly help him prepare for the unexpected in future, but it'd have been nice to know. Still, he couldn't help admiring the robot's design. Perhaps he'd ask his technicians if they could make a personal robot - hell, he'd seen those 'Androids', robots who were actually people (or the other way around, depending on your view).
In truth, Boliko suspected that Ecstasy wouldn't stay down for long... he felt it was just rebooting as the technology fixed the damage. So, he decided to deconstruct the other two while he still had a chance.
He swung around to face the bot who just dealt him the blow, his left hand raised. The claws swipe towards the robot's head (where the processing unit was stored; much like anything, if the head was destroyed then it wouldn't be getting back up) and miss, an after-image in its place. Boliko curses loudly, and he swears he hears a technician whoop. Boliko shakes his head and smiles.
He rolls forwards just to ensure he didn't get another back-blow, his girth swivelling fluidly along the tiles in spite of all of the added weight pressure. He'd have to enhance his Burst Speed attack should he want to hit his current opposition, and he had just the thing in mind - rather than focus all of the ki on enhancing his leg movements, he would instead expand it into the limb currently attacking... resulting in super-fast attacks with little-to-no reduced impact, unlike the usual fast strikes.
He turns around with this super-speed to find himself face to face with a bot aiming to punch through his chest. In an instant he activates this new variant, and feels the power flood into his arms too. The drain was even higher now, and he'd have to end this swiftly. He swipes a total of twelve times in the space of two seconds, oil rapidly coating his attire. Uhck.
(New Technique Variant - Burst Strike: An enhancement of Boliko's Burst Speed, Burst Strike allows for rapid-fire combination attacks which don't lose any power. It drains energy doubly as fast as Burst Speed, however, meaning it shouldn't be used for periods longer than five seconds unless he wishes to risk serious energy losses.)
He allows the technique to fade, panting slightly. He hoped it would drain less under less difficult conditions, without weights or gravity. That would probably be the case. He looked down at the shredded corpse; it was barely recognisable, a shredded head and torn body. He called this one Greed. It sounds like the robot is making a choking, gurgling sound... then silence. He doubted that this would had any chance of getting back up.
He feels instinct shoot through his mind like a gunshot. He twists around and sees the final robot blasting towards him. Then, everything seems to slow down. He has time.
He raises both hands above his head, then places them behind.
He then throws them forwards, and allows his ki to 'detach'; the eight razor-sharp energy talons fire free, equivalent to deadly daggers.
The blades travel through the air, screaming as they part gas molecules on the way to their target.
The robot has no time to change his trajectory.
Five of the eight blades hits the target; one through the forehead and out the other size, two in each arm and two in the chest.
The robot is blown backwards by the force, his limbs flailing out uselessly. He slams into the back wall and stays, elevated, the daggers sticking to the wall. He emits an electronic wail, and then his eyes, too, fade to grey.
Boliko smiles and clenches his hands together. The daggers instantly disappear, and the final robot falls to the ground with a heavy thud and a clatter of metal against ceramics. He allows himself a smile and pants, his breath coming out in ragged exhalations.
He ponders what this robot would be called, and after a brief pause decides upon Jealousy - resembling Yakedo's own faults. Boliko presumed that Yakedo must be a jealous creature; of other people, of love, even of living a normal life. Perhaps his life had been changed tragically and unalterably, like Boliko's own, or perhaps not; but now it was certainly beyond repair. If only he could be convinced to take a step back and have a good look at himself, he would see what he is; a twisted monster, a herald of Dionysus, a chaotic amalgamation of the galaxy's fears if only due to his uncontrolled ecstasy and greed, and jealousy.
As he ponders this in silence, Boliko had forgotten that he intended to have mastered his yet-to-be named 'Origin Forme'; however, as a mechanical screech cuts through his thoughts, he instantly remembers. And what the hell was that noise?
He twists around, and sees the damaged body of Ecstasy crawling towards him, ghost-like and leaking oil through the slashes in his chest. The wail was not unlike Jealousy's death throes, but it was having a notable effect on the other robots' bodies; they were all rattling and shaking, slowly moving towards the middle robot. The king didn't move, eye-brow raised. His technicians didn't tell him about this function, either, but he was intrigued. It was probably intended to replicate Yakedo's own transformation.
Suddenly, all of the other pieces of metal are yanked in a final pull towards Ecstasy. Each part clangs on his own metal, before being assimilated, appearing to 'fade through' the metal. With each piece the robot grows taller, his body more 'muscular'. His fingers sharpen and extend, turning into scythes. Soon, his height was parallel to Boliko's, then more, growing to a good ten-feet before stopping.
Well, Boliko pondered, it was time to test this new abomination's capabilities. First though, he would name it - either Dionysus or Chaos. Hm. Chaos was less personal, more befitting a robot, so that should be it.
The new mechanical amalgamation had a power of 120,000. Boliko only had two thirds of this, yet he reckoned he could stand a good chance in his base form. He yells his battle cry and powers up once again into Burst Speed mode, not going the full way into Strike but desiring the extra speed. His right fist lashes out as he hops slightly, aiming to punch out the monster's head. What he didn't prepare for, however, was being caught so easily. The monster shifts backwards a little and catches his fist in its left hand.
Boliko's eyes widen and he shivers slightly. Given a robot's capabilities, he should be acting like it had more power than it did, especially now it had three times the processing power of the robots that caused more than enough trouble by themselves. Gah!
The king begins to struggle, to no avail. Pay back for earlier, no doubt. He feels his arm jerked back, and is then thrown. Sent flying backwards, he can do little to stop the momentum - and he is being trailed! Three chi daggers identical to his own, and almost at him. Although it wasn't set to kill him, these would certainly add to his collection of scars.
Without thinking, Boliko releases a lot of energy, once again forming the shield. The dagger bounces off harmlessly, and he slams into the wall. This does much less damage than expected, but still rattles the saiyan's nerves. How dare Chaos do such a thing?!
His body begins to glow golden from an aura that erupts from around his feet and then spirals upwards. His hair lifts slightly, flashing a blue. Yes, yes! This was it, what he'd been looking for... the Origin Forme! What a great name for it!
Power floods his body. The robot takes a step back, and he sees the mechanical golem's eyes light up slightly; perhaps the closest an inarticulate creature can come to real fear. And, despite trying to repress many parts of his Dionysian personality, Boliko enjoys the look. He left his scouter out of the training room so he cannot check his power; however, his technicians would scan it and he would ask for it after the training. He wanted to know if, with this power, he would be on par with the Changeling Lord himself.
He grits his teeth as rage fills his system. He can't help it; with this transformation came anger, and it seemed a necessary concession. However, he believed he could emulate his emotions when it came to Touketsuki; and, he would now be able to hone this dark emotion with deadly precision and great power.
He blasts forwards, his eyes squint downwards with ferocity. He raises his right arm and aims for the goliath's head.
And pauses.
He would probably get more out of this if he developed a final technique, one that could be used to great precision and not expend as much energy as his new Burst techniques. He had previously wounded several parts of this amalgamation. These areas would be weaker, they could be exploited - and, with this new heightened sense of power, he could clearly spot the weak points, even if there was nothing physically there.
Boliko grins. Chi energy flows into his fingers, which begin to glow golden. He darts forwards, and then his hands begin to do the same, slamming into several parts of the goliath's body. The robot shudders and emits what sounds to be a low moan. A casual onlooker would have thought what the king was doing was silly - the points hit appeared random, uncoordinated. Hell, someone might think that something were mentally deficient with the saiyan... except for now the robot was screaming.
What was actually happening was this - apply pressure to a weak point and the whole structure begins to crumble, weakening the rest. Boliko was, piece by piece, breaking apart the robotic beast, whose systems were already failing from Boliko's power surge. It begins to shake uncontrollably, arms twitching and head twisting. Sparks fly from its eyes. Boliko then raises his right hand, and simply emits a small, invisible wave of kiai that would normally only blow a man backwards. This time, though, it rips the iron giant into pieces, still screaming mechanical goodbyes.
(New Technique - Shatterstrike: Only accessible in Origin Form and above, Shatterstrike allows Boliko to home in on a fighter's weak spot or previously weakened areas and chain together a deadly combo. Can be used to great effect with other combination techniques, however keep in mind that the drain would be great.)
Boliko sighs as the battle is won. Chaos wouldn't rise from the ground any time soon. He claps his hands, and the gravity dies. The king feels a great weight leave his chest as his ribs unclench. He had defeated Chaos, and in his head he could at that very moment go after Touketsuki Yakedo.
No. Gotta wait a bit longer.
He won't be ready for you, though. He's never seen you fight. Nor does he know your spirit, or your strength.
You are the white and he is the black. One cannot exist without the other, but black has been winning, and such an imbalance must be prevented.
Boliko sighs, and a smile rushes to greet his lips. He realises they are cracked, and his tongue too has a dry spot. He is parched, and his stomach rumbles greedily. Time for resting, before he considers some more philosophy.
FIN
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