Nameless Training series 1-done-

[amatsu]

In the depths of the planet, the mighty beast from the Saiyan Legions began to make his rounds about the area as he noticed that his target had been found. The appearance matched that of the what he had been ordered to find, and as such it did not take him long to locate the body of the fallen being who dared to go out of her way to die on the soil of the new planetary territory. With the movements of his rather large pet, Nameless began to nod in approval as he noticed that the weapons and overall material of the person had been located as he was asked to do so from his previous allies of the allied forces.

The men and women of the planet had used him so much, that he had been use to doing their dirty work for them time and time again. The very thought that they would see him as an ally was something that neither he nor they could have fully accepted, yet for the time being there was little to nothing that he would have done about it other than continue his works as a tactician who would soon become the mightiest and have them to place their own hands in the matter.

The blade that he had been ordered to find was also by the side of the corpse. Within a moment’s notice, the behemoth of a fish began to dive down before it and devour all of the remains in a single swallow, body and all. There was very little need for the remains to be brought back to him, due to their nature as a whole. He would be unable to properly animate the body to the point that it would make good target practice to add to his collegues collection, and it was fair enough to say that even should he go out of his way to piece together the flesh and remains of this person, their organs would do him no good, this was usually reserved for medical personnel.

However, Nameless had his orders and as a Saiyan who would do whatever he was asked so long as the pricing was right, he had no right to disobey them for now, of course he had other plans but he would not reveal them yet. With a pull of his finger, the string that had been attached to his friend’s mouth acting as a line towards him began to signal that it was now proper time for him to come up from the depths. The primary question that he had on his mind was, why the men of the higher echelon would go through so much trouble to obtain something so worthless, yet not be willing to go through the process themselves. True, he was a man who knew his bodies and corpses yet it was safe to say that for whatever reason they had for going to obtain this there was very little reason to hide it from him.

As the waters began to make way as one of his fish companions began to open his mouth, Nameless could clearly tell that this body was by no means an ordinary one. He began to look onto it with eyes that had a combined effort of sickness as well as confusion to them. True that the remains of the person were somewhat well preserved despite having been beneath the waters for all those weeks, yet now he was even more confused as to who and what he had been ordered to obtain during this mission.

“There appears to be some heavy water damage to the primary flesh, as well as some heavy tearing of the muscles…” Spoke spoke as he noticed that his pet had now been vomiting for some time. Apparently the stench of dealing with a rotting corpse being placed in his mouth was much more intense then Nameless had given him credit for. With a brush of his shoulder he and his ally both seemed to fully understand that for the time being that meant that there was very little need for him to remain within the area any longer then he had been there. With a heavy and dense poof his ally had escaped the area once again and now Nameless was free to examine the body of the fallen warrior as he saw fit.

Placing his hand within the torso of the corpse, he began to feel around attempting to tell what it was that could be saved or salvaged from within it. The oragan’s themselves were not in such a bad condition as he had given them credit for, yet for some reason he could not help but question why it was that the blood was still fresh to the point that the organs retained their color. He began to look into the body as he moved apart her remains attempting to clearly see which ones were in a proper condition and what parts could be placed into a proper unit for the medics.

“This is odd… with a little blood transfusion and the replacement of some minor things… this body can be used once more. That is something that I did not expect…” He looked onto the body and the weapon that rested to its side with a heavy sigh as he attempted to focus his ki around his hands in a more delicate matter so that he was capable of dealing with the organs to a point that he could not damage them. Before he had not cared of this corpse or its weapons, but now he felt the need tend to it simply because there was a chance he could use some of them for his experiments.

Performing a quick series of hand seals, Nameless began to sigh to himself as he felt the Ki he requested form itself from his second leveled system. “Devil engulfing technique…” He spoke as a small area began to coat the ground in a heavy energy thus cutting it off from the world around him. “Arc…” His mouth finally finished speaking as he felt his own Ki escape the area and now he was readied to the point that he could do as he pleased with the corpse without worries for anything bothering the delicate balance of the body. His hand would then ignite into a white fiery energy.

The Ki that he had released into the area was enough to the point that the waters and random objects that had embedded themselves into the body of the fallen warrior had began to force themselves out of it. The pressure of his energy acting as an agent was to such an extreme that there was very little that could be done while he was attempting to coat his hands in a heavy amounts of ki and see to it that he was capable of moving things about.

[amatsu]

The delicate touch of each of his fingers began to run over the organs only to notice that there was some things that needed to be taken care of right away. The organs were in a fine condition, yet it was obvious that there was very little time for him to go out of his way to preserve all of the remains. His hands were still deep within the body of the corpse as he began to speak to himself attempting to come to terms with exactly what it was that he had been doing within the body of the fallen person.

“Female…according to the ovaries anyways…” He began to chuckle to himself as he felt his hands digging through the lower sections of the person as though there was no need for him to even worry of the defilement he had been placing onto the corpse. In his eyes, there was nothing that could or needed to be hidden from him. It was his nature as a doctor or more or less scientist in theory to get deep into things with his victim, yet it was his curiosity of being around the planetary inhabitants which made him unable to simply do as he needed.

With his fingers digging deeper and deeper into the body that lay before him, Nameless began to feel about noticing that there were still parts capable of being salvaged at a later date. Yet due to the nature of his mission as a whole and it’s works, he found himself pulling for a ebony shaded data pad and placing it onto the ground alongside the body of the person whom he had been working with. The blood and water combined from within her insides made it next to impossible for him to avoid getting some atop his hands as he performed the rest of the procedure.

Placing his hand atop the pad and then grabbing a hold of the weapon, Nameless felt himself moving the weapon into the casing itself as he began to look onto the corpse once again with eyes of interest. “My guess is that… they only want you, and not the body of my friend…” Nameless began to speak as he placed the datapad within the confines of his clothing and once again prepared to dig throughout the body. He would get up and be on his way.

The next day.....

By now he had been traveling for days. Aprroximately three, he hadnt bothered to keep count, it was not important. He was not on a specific schedule but he was still moving just as fast as he could. Which really, was pretty damn fast. Getting to the station from almost any point of the known planet would take probably a half day at least thanks to the fact that it was off the coast on its own little island, secluded from the rest of the planet by the raging waters that surrounded it on all sides. It was a hostile place and a somewhat tasking place to get to. He was already disliking the fact that he had to come here given the mutations and such that had still occurred in the area.

He did not get along with most other Saiyan soldiers other than his own unit, for a grand many of them were simply murderers, people who killed with out purpose or reason. Nameless did have his sadistic side, but he kept that side in good check, only allowing it to come out when it would better serve his purposes. True he some time enjoyed brining about death, but more often then not, at least in his eyes, it was driven by gaining more power. Besides, his goal was something that a few lives were certainly worth being spent on. But to kill, to seek out death, just for the sake of death, pain, and mayhem. That was a way that Nameless greatly thought seperated the great Saiyans from mere brutes. Now here he was, man of peace yet ready to take action to achieve said peace, heading to a place of turmoil, low lifes, and all in all, the scum of the planet. True these bastards was not all bad, but it had produced a fair few moronic brutes itself, and in turn was a safe place for them to lay their head and set up base for a while. That is the basis in which he chose them in the first place.

So he continued on, the arduous journey doing nothing to hinder his movements, the fate that awaited all who entered the confines, not deterring his resolve. There was something he desired deeply, and that something, he surely would have. However, he got the feeling, he was going to be happening upon more then he had bargained for. He had been in the thicket of those opposed to the rebellion for a few hours as it was, and was coming very close to the ship. Randomly he would still see the ocean about, or just smell the saltiness staining the air, and his lungs, and throat. It was truly disgusting. This air was not fresh, it was saturated in salt, and he hated it. This was not at all a place he wanted to be on Vegeta.

Suddenly he stopped and squinted his eyes, noticing what appeared to be a dark figure in the distance, but could not quite make out just who or what it was. Most certainly it was a person, but it was not just a singular person, he could not tell what else was there. What he could make out was a person leaning over something, and moving slightly, but what? He did not know, but he was damn determined to find out.

Not wishing to waste time, he picked up his pace, going full blast, faster then before even, yet remained quiet as the soft wind on an open prairie, silent. As he drew nearer, it was clear, someone decimating a corpse. Nameless moved among the rocks and the light fog of the place, keeping himself concealed by expertly keeping to the outer path. He could kill the man if he wanted, but he was interested. His gut told him to gauge the situation, this person, better first. He was low on man power, and well, if this wasnt someone he was looking for, he could just kill him if he figure out to much before Nameless wanted him to. They were alone out here after all.

He took off onto a nearby boulder and sitting on it lazy like, looming over what appeared to be a medic of sorts based on what he was doing and his attire. He started to reveal the sword within his sheath but decided against it and he chuckled to himself as he realized the irony of the situation, which him and him alone would understand at the moment. He chose his words carefully, enticing, yet not revealing a single thing about who he was or what he stood for.

[amatsu]

It seems I am not the only one who has an interest in collecting blades am I?

He smiled down, waiting for the man to notice what he had said and look up, beginning the game the Saiyan had just engaged.

Slowly running his fingers throughout the remains of the body before him, nameless continued to move through each and every portion of the body upon hearing the voice. His fingers continued to dig and dive into the entrails of the person who now lay before him as he attempted to process the words of the man behind him. In truth, he bore no real emotion or bearing to the words of the man who now stood behind him speaking as though there was something worthy of his time. The very idea of having someone watch him while he was attempting to work was nothing more than a bother to say the least.

However, the very process by which he was being placed beneath the looking glass as he was in this point in time was something that made it impossible for him ignores the man. The Saiyans of the Vegeta army always sent scouts to follow him while he worked, however it was something that never got easier as time progressed. Having to worry of the countless eyes pinning themselves onto his figure attempting to dissect his very essence and motives. With each and every movement that he carried on about his workings they would attach his eyes onto the endless numbers of figures in the darkness of the night hidden within shadows.

Nameless began to notice that the water began to dive in between each of his fingers. He continued to dive through the sea of the organs before drawing for a single unit receiver with god like speed. Without once looking back at the man who had arrived in the area, he began to continue moving about the body. The symbols of his hands began to move with an unknown speed that made it appears as though they weren’t even taking formation. The formation of one knuckle atop another made itself known to generate the gathered ki before placing his palm top of the stomach and bringing forth three containers of a strange liquid. Before he lept high into the air. A attack that he had been working on for months now.

With a swift motion, Nameless took a hold of the heart from within the body and placed it into the container behind him upon removing the veins and arteries that were so tangled together that it took some effort for him to remove the contents as a whole. With a swift movement of his fingers, he began to remove the spider webbed veins which had managed to attach themselves together in rather odd forms and such. However, the water that had been absorbed into the body had long since begun to remove them as he began to place the heart within the tank beside him.

“Fluid hands…” his voice began to speak as he began to perform a few hand gestures once again. The caring of his words so deep and heavy that it was possible for only him to hear them being spoken. The formation of his fingers began to break once again as he finally felt himself complete the formation that he had been generating for some time. “Surgery…” He spoke as the ki from his body began to surge force making the prism around him very stable to the point that he could now clearly see and operate about the body with very little ease. This was usually for medical personel but the precision dealt in such matters was good training for his new technique. The ki took form to the point that he could now begin the process of generating his new partner for this operation.

“If you are here to watch me and to question about the means by which your utilities are being harvested then it would be best not to question or to speak while I’m attempting to work…” Nameless spoke as he began to sigh once again as he noticed that the movements of the muscles within the body of the corpse began to move about from within. It was something that he had not been use to for some time, however it was not something he was above doing. Speaking and conversing with those of the main planetary forces was something he avoided for the most part of his life, yet for now he had no problem bothering with speaking to the man once again.

“I have no need for blades or weaponry when the true weapon of choice is at my fingertips, no?” nameless spoke as he began to attempt to carry himself in a form that was somewhat stricter. With each and every word he spoke he began to wonder exactly what reason this soldier who would dare bother nameless while he was attempting to work. It was rare that he get any vistors willing to make their presence known while he worked, even more so rare that they would speak to him.


Nameless's associate marveled at the expertise of the man as he worked feverishly to get his job accomplished. He was not overly shocked that he did not receive a response right off the bat, the man was working, so he would let it rest for now, sure that when he was finished, the man would acknowledge him as an existing person and not just some specter to be ignored. He himself was by no means a scholar in the ways of the medical field, but he did have a general scope of how the body worked and functioned, and had mastered the ideal that were brought forth of the pressure points. He also knew of the natural electromagnetic field which the body produced and how it could be expertly disrupted to completely ruin a person with the simplest and precise techniques. He had alwasy enjoyed watching the doctors at work, even though it was often, as it was now, a bit grotesque in appearance. It was still an art form, a god given talent, and a skill which required much dedication and hard work to utilize let alone perfect. Given his general take on reality, and that those who worked hard should be reveared as gods and the slackers should be exterminated, mere burdens to society, well, most of those who chose to partake in the medical field of the battle held his respect.

He slid off the rock to closer inspect the work and finally the man began to speak, and low and behold, he couldnt but already think, he had found someone worthy of joining the ranks of the rebellion, at long last. He was not thrilled with the current over all quality of rebellion as it was, and he was sure that if he could recruit this man, then surely, he would be valuable, and it would raise the possibility of their success in these matters. It seemed that he was not after the sword himself, perhaps he had been hired by someone from with in the army itself to perform this task, he couldnt be sure, but it mattered little. However, it did begin the construction of his following response.

Whether or not the blade is for u, is irrelevant. For whatever reason you may have, we both are currently in the search for a blade or more. In fact, truth be told, I am on the hunt for 8 such weapons, very unique. If I gauge correctly, you are doing this work for hire? If so, might I entice you to be hired by myself. Granted, the job I have in store has much higher stakes and greater over all risk but, from your talents, I dont think that would be a problem for you. In fact, I only require assistance, the job itself is mine to complete. I promise the rewards will be much greater then any payment you could receive with in the borders of this place. Have I caught your interest yet?

The words that poured from his mouth were almost smug, almost, but not quite. It was simply the tailored confidence of a businessman, acting as though this was a simple business transaction, and if viewed from a certain prospective, labeling it as such, was not an outrageous claim at all. Nameless was all about the ideal of two birds with one stone, and here was such an opportunity, laid out before him, he would be foolish not to take it. He may have been a great many of things, a murderer, a thief, a manipulator of simple men and events, a trickster maybe even, but a fool he was not.

With his fingers deep within the entrails of the being before him the man began to chuckle upon hearing the words of the man behind him speak as though he knew of what he had been doing. It only took him a short amount of time for him to notice that something was obviously out of whack enough for him to speak up once again. “You seem to think that I care what you are looking for to begin with. In short I am simply doing as I please so long as I am allowed freedom within these waters.” He spoke as he began to notice that his fingers had managed to attach themselves to the liver of the being beneath him. The amount of water that had entered into the liver was more than enough to shock him as a whole, yet for some reason he could not bring himself to turn and pay any attention to the man seeing as how his thought was attached onto the body before him.


“If you wish to seek employment of myself, then I assume that you have something to offer me that is greater than the protection I have been given to me by those of the guard here. Naturally I require something that can assist me in my advancements of medical science and such… however as it stands I am wrist deep in something of the sorts now.” He spoke as he continued to dig into the body of the being and stabbing into its liver attempting to see to it that no real damaging organisms within it. The water within it had begun to drain out from within the liver and into the remains of the body as he began to lift it from its space within. He began to place it within second tube to his side as he sighed once again before speaking to the man behind him. The very thought of dealing with a corpse and speaking to a person at the same time made it next to impossible for him to think straight.


“What is it that you want, and what is it that you would need then? As it stands I am still under orders to return that which I find here to those who sent me. I care not what your ideals or goals are, nor do I care what you intend to do should I alter my path and choice. However, what is it that you plan that makes me question your actions.” he spoke as he began to flick his wrist he would attempt to remove what he could only assume was the bodily fluid of the person whom he had been looking into. The very idea of continuing his work while speaking to this person burned into his mind so deep that there was very little chance for him to stop working and look to even see if the man had anything planned.

His words were not without any real bearing to them, however there was a rather lack of solidarity to them which made him question if this man was true to his word or just a big talker. There was no real method by which he could determine one or the other, however in his line of work he had long since known that it was pointless for him to rule out anything. There wasn’t much to lose however; the scabbard which bore the blade was hidden within his persons. The man could not remove the weapon from the confines it had been placed within, so he had little to worry about until he could tell of his true intentions.

2nd quarter

Five in the Afternoon. That was the time for which the letter that he had received earlier in the day had told him to be, at the docks of the Vegeta shipyard. It was beginning to darken in the large harbor, however no-one in the surrounding area looked as if they were prepared to leave; for once the citizens of the neighboring towns had finished work, they would all flock to the harbor to purchase the spoils of the fishermen. The harbour was surrounded by cafes, residences, bars and clubs for which each one stood no less than 3 stories. This made a shell-like barrier around the harbor which enabled it to be secluded and hidden from outsiders who were not familiar with the layout of the town. A river ran through the middle of it which connected onto the huge sea beyond. The sea neighbored the harbor-town which was the main aspect of life in the town. From the harbor, travel ships departed to other islands and to the mainland, whilst fishing vessels littered the tattered docks all the whilst the body of the Navy's transport vessels took center stage in a large mass. Seeing as this was the main harbor of Vegeta, there needed to be a lot of ships, people but mostly a large deal of economic turnover with the goods and sales of simple things like fish, to large things like industrial ship parts. And finally, overlooking the huge harbor was a building with a large clock within it; the time read four fifty eight. He would need to move soon. But now was not the time he had more training to do.

To be continued.....

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