Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2012 23:17:29 GMT -5
Zilo was sitting in the old dusty pod, it started making sounds and breaking and cracking a little bit. Opening his eyes from his sleep he was able to see that the pod was starting to give out on him due to the high speed. Knowing that much he couldn’t tell what the coordinates where anymore since the ship had started losing power. Now all he had to do was wait for the planets gravity to decide where he would land. Growling slightly to himself he was tired of being in the cramped little ship and wanted out of it. But that wasn’t a choice. Slowly drifting towards the star, he thought about something he didn’t see the station he was suppose to be at. Nor did he see any of the other space pods that he was suppose to be at. But then again who would expect something there.
The place looked like ruins from where he was, cities were on fire, there where enemy factions attacking each other and trying to kill the other. All of this made him sick, that people would be fighting each other on such their own planet. “These idiots are nothing but retards, I mean seriously they shouldn’t be fighting each other, instead they should be preparing for an attack, but I suppose they aren’t worried to much about their oncoming enemies. I guess I can’t blame them mostly for the fact that I wouldn’t think anything about a surprise invasion while I’m in a middle of a war. Whoever this general is my father mentioned must be a bright one of the saiyan’s to plan an attack when the warring fraction are going against each other.” Shaking his head slightly he didn’t want to think about what would happen, to these people when it was their time.
He did know however that the saiyans had honor which wouldn’t let them attack innocent children or woman, which is if they didn’t attack back. But if they did attack then the saiyans had full rights to attack and kill. But that was something that bothered Zilo a little bit. Suddenly the ship started shaking a little bit. And began to get hot and pick up speed. He had finally made it into the planet’s atmosphere, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. It was the ship that was bothering him, it started to tear apart. When they said it only had one use they weren’t kidding. Going in for an impact he was going to land right between some mountains and a city. And there seemed to be a war going on there for the resources. Sighing slightly he didn’t want to land right in the middle of a fight.
But he didn’t have a choice he was lost and the ship didn’t have any control left, the stupid thing had died on him and that was something he was going to regret. Getting closer it was getting hotter inside the pod, almost to a burning sensation. Grabbing on to the seat and the arm bars around him the ship hit with a sickening crash, as debris and wood combined with metal went everywhere, the screams of people getting caught in the blast could be heard. Blinking a few times and clearing his head of what seemed to be a hurt sensation from the crash. He cussed to himself quickly and ended not hearing anything outside. But the sounds of things clicking and heard something that sounded like energy charging. He had no sense of ki at the moment and that was something that wasn’t going to be good for him.
The ship door was stuck and that was making this situation worse, as the people outside where expecting him to come out, he was expecting them to fire as soon as it opened. Smiling slightly to himself he sighed slightly and kicked the door open, and he was right. People around him where pointing energy guns at him, and there was some of them with beams charged in their hands, they seemed to be grunts of this planet. But that is where the problem is… Being grunts they fire first without asking question and he was right. They fired sending blast of energy in his direction. Growling slightly he planter his feet into the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Just to be replaced by what seemed to be purple lightning, and then a soldier was caught in the jaw by a flat palm.
Zilo style isn’t one that kills but one that stuns and hurts his opponent so they don’t fight him anymore. Though he does know a style that can be used to kill opponents he chooses not to. But as soon as his palm hit the chin he knew something was wrong, turning his head to the side he got struck by an energy beam from what seemed another fractions grunt. Taking a full blast from the attack he let out a grunt as he flew backward. His coat had been burned but his armor had taken the brunt of the attack. They seemed to be able to change the pl of the guns to match that of his. Growling slightly he stood up counting the number of enemies he was surrounded by. He could see at least 20, there was probably more to be around.
“This is just what I wanted. To be dropped here in the middle of a bloody war. And without any help at all from anyone yet… And here I am going to die fighting more then I can handle.” Standing up he crossed his arms about his chest thinking of his odds. He could use purple swan to take some of the blast…. Before he could finish his thoughts the rifles fired a beam, all dead aimed right at him. Without hesitation Zilo threw up one hand, and a wing like shield was in front of him. The purple swan had been used, but the thing is he won’t be able to use it for a while after this. The beams ended and the smoke from the guns and the beams started to settle down. And there was no sign of Zilo. But they could see the purple lightning left behind and where looking around for him.
They had seen what happened to their brethren and knew that he had teleported it seemed again. But truth was that Zilo was hiding behind a tree, staking out his odds. There wasn’t a chance in hell, that he was going to be able to take them all on. Sighing slightly he turned around to see something glowing through the trees, and then his eyes widened, knowing exactly what it was, they had a sniper planted up there with a powerful beam gun, the beam shot at a high speed, the best Zilo could do was turn sideways and let it spin him when it hit. Causing some damage, his armor cracked and the beam went through the tree behind him as he spun.
Letting out a cry of pain he went into a roll and hid once more. Trying to pinpoint where the shot had come from, then suddenly he didn’t care, Zilo began laughing. “Well this is just perfect, my first day from home and I’ma die. But hell why run, die like a coward or fight like a man. That’s what Bergita would say…” Stepping around the tree, he looked down and saw something that surprised him. They had taken back to fighting each other. And that made him smile. They were in perfect alignment. Holding his hand up the beams he was charging started to spin together, and it fired. The purple beam wrapping around each other grew in a size that was the size of his palm. It pierced through the trees, by the time the warriors turned around the blast punched a hole through their chest. Not just one or two. But Zilo had successfully caught the five out of twenty he had seen. But then the chaos began…
Beams from all direction came at him. Using his technique purple lighting he felt like a dancing monkey, which is ironic. Every time he’d stop there would be another beam coming at him, they were relentless after seeing some brethren die. He kept moving not stopping, dodging the beams. “Man I so wish I was at home right n…” stopping himself he remembered back home he had nothing left. Moving away, all he had to do was stay alive… just keep dodging, just keep running, eventually he would get away. Or so he thought, as he was by a cliff he saw there was no more land to run. And he was pinned. Turning around only to have a blast shoot him straight through his armor on his right side, grunting and gritting his teeth he began to fall backwards. There was the sound of rushing water…
One thought went through his head. Just perfect, if they didn’t kill me as I feel, but I do feel that pain in my right side. This water will, or the drop. And if one thing I do know, is if it doesn’t I’m…losing my…grip….It’s getting harder to….stay awak…. Wake up damnit….I’m tired…. Hehehe so this might be it, in less I somehow drift towards my allies…
End of the landing
The place looked like ruins from where he was, cities were on fire, there where enemy factions attacking each other and trying to kill the other. All of this made him sick, that people would be fighting each other on such their own planet. “These idiots are nothing but retards, I mean seriously they shouldn’t be fighting each other, instead they should be preparing for an attack, but I suppose they aren’t worried to much about their oncoming enemies. I guess I can’t blame them mostly for the fact that I wouldn’t think anything about a surprise invasion while I’m in a middle of a war. Whoever this general is my father mentioned must be a bright one of the saiyan’s to plan an attack when the warring fraction are going against each other.” Shaking his head slightly he didn’t want to think about what would happen, to these people when it was their time.
He did know however that the saiyans had honor which wouldn’t let them attack innocent children or woman, which is if they didn’t attack back. But if they did attack then the saiyans had full rights to attack and kill. But that was something that bothered Zilo a little bit. Suddenly the ship started shaking a little bit. And began to get hot and pick up speed. He had finally made it into the planet’s atmosphere, but that was the least of his worries at the moment. It was the ship that was bothering him, it started to tear apart. When they said it only had one use they weren’t kidding. Going in for an impact he was going to land right between some mountains and a city. And there seemed to be a war going on there for the resources. Sighing slightly he didn’t want to land right in the middle of a fight.
But he didn’t have a choice he was lost and the ship didn’t have any control left, the stupid thing had died on him and that was something he was going to regret. Getting closer it was getting hotter inside the pod, almost to a burning sensation. Grabbing on to the seat and the arm bars around him the ship hit with a sickening crash, as debris and wood combined with metal went everywhere, the screams of people getting caught in the blast could be heard. Blinking a few times and clearing his head of what seemed to be a hurt sensation from the crash. He cussed to himself quickly and ended not hearing anything outside. But the sounds of things clicking and heard something that sounded like energy charging. He had no sense of ki at the moment and that was something that wasn’t going to be good for him.
The ship door was stuck and that was making this situation worse, as the people outside where expecting him to come out, he was expecting them to fire as soon as it opened. Smiling slightly to himself he sighed slightly and kicked the door open, and he was right. People around him where pointing energy guns at him, and there was some of them with beams charged in their hands, they seemed to be grunts of this planet. But that is where the problem is… Being grunts they fire first without asking question and he was right. They fired sending blast of energy in his direction. Growling slightly he planter his feet into the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Just to be replaced by what seemed to be purple lightning, and then a soldier was caught in the jaw by a flat palm.
Zilo style isn’t one that kills but one that stuns and hurts his opponent so they don’t fight him anymore. Though he does know a style that can be used to kill opponents he chooses not to. But as soon as his palm hit the chin he knew something was wrong, turning his head to the side he got struck by an energy beam from what seemed another fractions grunt. Taking a full blast from the attack he let out a grunt as he flew backward. His coat had been burned but his armor had taken the brunt of the attack. They seemed to be able to change the pl of the guns to match that of his. Growling slightly he stood up counting the number of enemies he was surrounded by. He could see at least 20, there was probably more to be around.
“This is just what I wanted. To be dropped here in the middle of a bloody war. And without any help at all from anyone yet… And here I am going to die fighting more then I can handle.” Standing up he crossed his arms about his chest thinking of his odds. He could use purple swan to take some of the blast…. Before he could finish his thoughts the rifles fired a beam, all dead aimed right at him. Without hesitation Zilo threw up one hand, and a wing like shield was in front of him. The purple swan had been used, but the thing is he won’t be able to use it for a while after this. The beams ended and the smoke from the guns and the beams started to settle down. And there was no sign of Zilo. But they could see the purple lightning left behind and where looking around for him.
They had seen what happened to their brethren and knew that he had teleported it seemed again. But truth was that Zilo was hiding behind a tree, staking out his odds. There wasn’t a chance in hell, that he was going to be able to take them all on. Sighing slightly he turned around to see something glowing through the trees, and then his eyes widened, knowing exactly what it was, they had a sniper planted up there with a powerful beam gun, the beam shot at a high speed, the best Zilo could do was turn sideways and let it spin him when it hit. Causing some damage, his armor cracked and the beam went through the tree behind him as he spun.
Letting out a cry of pain he went into a roll and hid once more. Trying to pinpoint where the shot had come from, then suddenly he didn’t care, Zilo began laughing. “Well this is just perfect, my first day from home and I’ma die. But hell why run, die like a coward or fight like a man. That’s what Bergita would say…” Stepping around the tree, he looked down and saw something that surprised him. They had taken back to fighting each other. And that made him smile. They were in perfect alignment. Holding his hand up the beams he was charging started to spin together, and it fired. The purple beam wrapping around each other grew in a size that was the size of his palm. It pierced through the trees, by the time the warriors turned around the blast punched a hole through their chest. Not just one or two. But Zilo had successfully caught the five out of twenty he had seen. But then the chaos began…
Beams from all direction came at him. Using his technique purple lighting he felt like a dancing monkey, which is ironic. Every time he’d stop there would be another beam coming at him, they were relentless after seeing some brethren die. He kept moving not stopping, dodging the beams. “Man I so wish I was at home right n…” stopping himself he remembered back home he had nothing left. Moving away, all he had to do was stay alive… just keep dodging, just keep running, eventually he would get away. Or so he thought, as he was by a cliff he saw there was no more land to run. And he was pinned. Turning around only to have a blast shoot him straight through his armor on his right side, grunting and gritting his teeth he began to fall backwards. There was the sound of rushing water…
One thought went through his head. Just perfect, if they didn’t kill me as I feel, but I do feel that pain in my right side. This water will, or the drop. And if one thing I do know, is if it doesn’t I’m…losing my…grip….It’s getting harder to….stay awak…. Wake up damnit….I’m tired…. Hehehe so this might be it, in less I somehow drift towards my allies…
End of the landing