Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2013 22:29:23 GMT -5
Sohko’s magnificent ship, Saiyan Space Vehicle Aegis Protectorate One, or SSV Aegis PR-1, was a beautiful cross of gold and sterling floating in the void of space; a flower of light in a field of darkness. The outer plating looked great, but with all the money he had spent on the raw materials, and certain necessities, the inside still looked a bit crude. It was mostly empty space, filled simply with the components to allow for safe space travel and little else.
Most places there were entire walls of exposed wires and conduits. The automated construct bots could only do so much while Sohko was gone and he had only been resurrected recently. With more money and some tireless nights, the saiyan would finish the ship, upgrading its crew quarters as well as the gravity machine not to mention the rest of its lesser functions. In the end it would look just as grand inside as it did outside. The master mechanic would make sure of it.
“Alright Pewter, my oldest friend, time to plug you in.”
Pulling out a small black rectangular device with golden lettered labels for each individual button, the controller he used to remotely activate his bearpod, Sohko pressed a wide button along its edge. A small metal appendage sprouted from its top. Walking up to the control panel of the gravity chamber, the bladesmith inserted the addition into an open port. Using the device as a medium between the pod and the ship, he uploaded his oldest companion, his trusted computer, known affectionately as Pewter.
“This is certainly an upgrade. That spacepod-
“Bearpod.”
“Uh ok sure, that bearpod was awfully cramped, much more room in here.”
Stashing the remote back in his pocket, Sohko’s eyebrow rose above the line of his angled sunglasses and cleared his throat.
“Oh well yeah, welcome back too. How was being dead? I was awfully worried.”
With a sigh Masamune turned away, taking several steps away from the console. He knew that the artificial intelligence had indeed missed him but, like Sohko, was a bit of an ass, as Kazama often described the saiyan.
“The gravity on the Western Kaioshin’s planet was ten times that of Earth, so how about we double that? Oh, and case you were wondering, smart ass, that is the GOD which oversees the entire western quadrant of the universe. So yeah, being dead was… Interesting.”
The gravity intensified and, combined with his heavily weighted clothing, put great strain on his body. There was a slight shake to his knees. With focused breaths he did his best to manage the new tension.
“A kaioshin huh? Well that might explain the extremely sculpted muscles and sun soaked skin, hell you look like a bronze god… Wait… I’m not too sure where I was going with this. So how’s the extra weight treating you?”
“Like a bitch.”
Dropping down to his hands and toes, the warrior began repeating pushups. It was a mindless, repetitive task, but so were most exercises. The increased gravity and weights were still nothing compared to the hell Kasai Kage used to put him through. He not so fondly remembered times when the rigid kai would often lift weights whilst standing on the saiyan’s back who was in turn performing one finger pushups.
“I’m switching between this and camera five where I am literally watching paint dry. Pick things up!”
“Zip it Pew.”
Bringing his other index finger to the ground Sohko redistributed his weight, lifting his feet above his head until he was completely upside down. Then he shifted to only one, using the other hand to pull of his black leather duster. With the one digit carrying all the weight he began doing pushups once more, his body perpendicular to the floor.
“Let me guess, you going to start doing it with your tongue next?”
“… No, not now I’m not… It’s just solo training never seems to push me as much as sparring. For the last two years I’ve had an overbearing demi-god who would literally rip trees out of the ground and beat me half to death with them every time I messed up a move, broke form on an exercise, or mentioned fat people. I think that last had to do with his ungodly hatred for one of the other kais, every time he mentioned him-”
“You’re getting off topic.”
“Gravity or not, it just mindless repetition.”
A flying disk came at Sohko, he dropped form to move out of the way, instead having it only cut his pants. Spinning by it bounced off the ball, ricocheting back at him in an intentional dive. Rolling through his fall into a knelt stance, unsheathing his family’s masterpiece, the Masamune family katana, with blinding speed, he sliced the razor sharp disc in half causing to explode into a harmless black cloud.
“What the hell was that Computer.”
His voice was firm, given his mechanized companion cause to pause.
“Hey, you said solo training makes you bored, well allow me to introduce some inspiration.”
Disks began to shoot out from various destinations all across the room, each honed onto the ki signature of only one target; Sohko Masamune. Harold the tail pulled free the Brave Sword of its scabbard which he caught in a reverse grip with the flat back of the blade running along his forearm. With both swords he started slashing in every direction while Harold summoned an ornate rapier to his furry grip.
“Aww, that’s a cute trick but Inigo Montailya can’t save you from me Sohko!”
As the three limbs swung with a flurry of slashes, laser cannons shot from every corner of the room. The saiyan powered up, allowing his inner evil to flow, channeling his rage to boost his speed as he dodges countless blasts while simultaneously slicing apart disk after disk.
“Muah ha ha ha ha! Feel my limitless mechanized fury!”
Ducking out of the way of the final blast he struck down the final disc and stood in the center of the chamber surrounding my remnants of the discs and smoldering potholes. Smoke drifted from each cannon but none fired and no more projectiles were launched at him. The saiyan’s pants were covered in cuts and his armor covered in nicks. A single cut sat on his neck, just under and to the left of his goatee.
“You used up all your ammo didn’t you?”
There was a long pause as Sohko sheathed his blades and pulled his duster with its armored pads over his shoulder. Resting his right shoulder on his hilt he waited patiently as the computer stalled.
“Okay… Today my mechanized fury is limited, but just you wait for tomorrow!”
Masamune scoffed and a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth as the gravity returned to normal and he strolled to the exit of the chamber.
“Yeah just let me know when, ‘Mr. Limitless,’ and I’ll be there.”
Most places there were entire walls of exposed wires and conduits. The automated construct bots could only do so much while Sohko was gone and he had only been resurrected recently. With more money and some tireless nights, the saiyan would finish the ship, upgrading its crew quarters as well as the gravity machine not to mention the rest of its lesser functions. In the end it would look just as grand inside as it did outside. The master mechanic would make sure of it.
“Alright Pewter, my oldest friend, time to plug you in.”
Pulling out a small black rectangular device with golden lettered labels for each individual button, the controller he used to remotely activate his bearpod, Sohko pressed a wide button along its edge. A small metal appendage sprouted from its top. Walking up to the control panel of the gravity chamber, the bladesmith inserted the addition into an open port. Using the device as a medium between the pod and the ship, he uploaded his oldest companion, his trusted computer, known affectionately as Pewter.
“This is certainly an upgrade. That spacepod-
“Bearpod.”
“Uh ok sure, that bearpod was awfully cramped, much more room in here.”
Stashing the remote back in his pocket, Sohko’s eyebrow rose above the line of his angled sunglasses and cleared his throat.
“Oh well yeah, welcome back too. How was being dead? I was awfully worried.”
With a sigh Masamune turned away, taking several steps away from the console. He knew that the artificial intelligence had indeed missed him but, like Sohko, was a bit of an ass, as Kazama often described the saiyan.
“The gravity on the Western Kaioshin’s planet was ten times that of Earth, so how about we double that? Oh, and case you were wondering, smart ass, that is the GOD which oversees the entire western quadrant of the universe. So yeah, being dead was… Interesting.”
The gravity intensified and, combined with his heavily weighted clothing, put great strain on his body. There was a slight shake to his knees. With focused breaths he did his best to manage the new tension.
“A kaioshin huh? Well that might explain the extremely sculpted muscles and sun soaked skin, hell you look like a bronze god… Wait… I’m not too sure where I was going with this. So how’s the extra weight treating you?”
“Like a bitch.”
Dropping down to his hands and toes, the warrior began repeating pushups. It was a mindless, repetitive task, but so were most exercises. The increased gravity and weights were still nothing compared to the hell Kasai Kage used to put him through. He not so fondly remembered times when the rigid kai would often lift weights whilst standing on the saiyan’s back who was in turn performing one finger pushups.
“I’m switching between this and camera five where I am literally watching paint dry. Pick things up!”
“Zip it Pew.”
Bringing his other index finger to the ground Sohko redistributed his weight, lifting his feet above his head until he was completely upside down. Then he shifted to only one, using the other hand to pull of his black leather duster. With the one digit carrying all the weight he began doing pushups once more, his body perpendicular to the floor.
“Let me guess, you going to start doing it with your tongue next?”
“… No, not now I’m not… It’s just solo training never seems to push me as much as sparring. For the last two years I’ve had an overbearing demi-god who would literally rip trees out of the ground and beat me half to death with them every time I messed up a move, broke form on an exercise, or mentioned fat people. I think that last had to do with his ungodly hatred for one of the other kais, every time he mentioned him-”
“You’re getting off topic.”
“Gravity or not, it just mindless repetition.”
A flying disk came at Sohko, he dropped form to move out of the way, instead having it only cut his pants. Spinning by it bounced off the ball, ricocheting back at him in an intentional dive. Rolling through his fall into a knelt stance, unsheathing his family’s masterpiece, the Masamune family katana, with blinding speed, he sliced the razor sharp disc in half causing to explode into a harmless black cloud.
“What the hell was that Computer.”
His voice was firm, given his mechanized companion cause to pause.
“Hey, you said solo training makes you bored, well allow me to introduce some inspiration.”
Disks began to shoot out from various destinations all across the room, each honed onto the ki signature of only one target; Sohko Masamune. Harold the tail pulled free the Brave Sword of its scabbard which he caught in a reverse grip with the flat back of the blade running along his forearm. With both swords he started slashing in every direction while Harold summoned an ornate rapier to his furry grip.
“Aww, that’s a cute trick but Inigo Montailya can’t save you from me Sohko!”
As the three limbs swung with a flurry of slashes, laser cannons shot from every corner of the room. The saiyan powered up, allowing his inner evil to flow, channeling his rage to boost his speed as he dodges countless blasts while simultaneously slicing apart disk after disk.
“Muah ha ha ha ha! Feel my limitless mechanized fury!”
Ducking out of the way of the final blast he struck down the final disc and stood in the center of the chamber surrounding my remnants of the discs and smoldering potholes. Smoke drifted from each cannon but none fired and no more projectiles were launched at him. The saiyan’s pants were covered in cuts and his armor covered in nicks. A single cut sat on his neck, just under and to the left of his goatee.
“You used up all your ammo didn’t you?”
There was a long pause as Sohko sheathed his blades and pulled his duster with its armored pads over his shoulder. Resting his right shoulder on his hilt he waited patiently as the computer stalled.
“Okay… Today my mechanized fury is limited, but just you wait for tomorrow!”
Masamune scoffed and a grin appeared at the corner of his mouth as the gravity returned to normal and he strolled to the exit of the chamber.
“Yeah just let me know when, ‘Mr. Limitless,’ and I’ll be there.”
