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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 5, 2018 12:55:47 GMT -5
442 words "Pirates... again." Somewhere in the East Quadrant"It still perplexes me how small everything appears to be in this universe," gaunt Sir Grayvian stared out of the viewing dais at the cargo tanker they trailed. "I don't imagine you can fit too many redundancies into them...""Whatever the reason, it seems to work for them," the Suzerain pointed out, hands clasped behind her back. "Perhaps their designs house some more efficient mechanisms that allow for better miniaturization."The Eildon had left the fleet once more to go on yet another incursion to see what they could find concerning this particular galaxy in Universe 7. Why Lord Beerus' Angel had opted to open his end of the portal here, considering what they were witnessing, was... odd. So far, this Sixth-Rate post-ship at a humble three or so miles somehow managed to dwarf most warships it encountered. The simplest explanation would be the pirates they encountered every so often were using stolen unrated vessels. Perhaps the Empire's war fleet was more impressive than these. "The Rangers' reports indicate that this area is rife with pirate activity. It is a crucial link to a major hyperlane, and yet there appears to be no Imperial security." The Knight Lord waved his hand, bringing about a bright blue holographic interface. "Civilian vessels are wary of passing this way, but many have no choice.""Thus, your reason for offering to protect this tanker." Mynia subtly motioned with her eyes at the vessel outside the viewport. "Quite, Your Majesty," Grayvian nodded. "They were rather surprised such a 'battleship' would care to provide them with escort at no charge, but were no less thankful for it.""A substantial payload of 'liquefied thetarium'?" the Suzerain read from the holographic report. "What is this?""Apparently, it is a rare and extremely efficient energy source in this universe," her adjutant opened up a Ranger's report concerning the substance. "Normally, it is in a crystalline state, but when liquefied under high pressure, it can be handily reformed into more convenient shapes. Judging from all this, I'm actually surprised they didn't attempt to hire any security before we arrived.""Many explanations would fit that." Perhaps they couldn't afford anyone sufficiently powerful enough. Perhaps they believed nondescript subtlety could keep them under pirate radar. Either way, they had now signed on as the Eildon's bait. Should pirates come, they would be in for a rude awakening... That was when the bridge chimed in. "Majesty, the Scryers have detected an unidentified vessel inbound at high speed."The Suzerain flexed her right hand once, as if to stretch out, if subtly. "Prepare the Transporter. I will deal with this personally."
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Post by MARK I on Aug 5, 2018 14:50:31 GMT -5
It was the largest ship V3 had ever seen. "Bunny? What is this?" V asked the Artificial intelligence matrix, newly installed by the good Doctor, into his processor. "Scanning" replied Bunny,
"It is unregistered. It appears to be a lesser war vessel from outside the galaxy . Signs of life indicate a thriving and highly functional work crew, possibly military. They seem to be scanning the area for something. Would you like me to ask them what they might be looking for?"
"Ohh momma, a lesser war vessel?" V3 tried to wrap his mind around that statement. "It's amazing and to think these hyper lanes are usually much less "crowded". Bunny they're probably scanning the area for pirates, it's the whole reason we're here." V3 took in a deep breath and let out a huge sigh. "Dang it. With them here I may not get to see any action... hmmm. I wonder why they choose now of all times to show up. Bunny what can you tell me about that ships leader err whoever is in charge there and if it is unregistered how do you know it is a lesser war vessel?"
"One moment" Bunny replied. Bunny was new. She was a recent installation into V3's software to prevent his subroutines from acting up, causing bugs to mess with his hardware and such. V3 still hadn't gotten used to her but he appreciated her help tremendously.
"It appears that a the man in charge is a knight that goes by Sir
Grayvian as their commander. Would you like me to send him a message?"
"No bunny, that's alright. I think we'll just enjoy the view for now. Besides they probably wouldn't appreciate you spyin on them"
"I am sorry V3, was I being rude?"
"It's fine Bunny, you're being helpful. We just gotta be careful going around and hacking into peoples ships, stealing their info"
V3 took a moment to try and relax and think to himself. As he looked around he noticed that he had not been alone in his examination of the impressive vessel. Scientist and engineers amongst the Galactic king's type-II work cruiser have gathered around to talk about the ship as if it were some animal at the zoo. They didn't seem as impressed as V3 was. At least they were not awed by it like he was.
"How do you know it's a lesser ship bunny? you never told me that?" V3 said to her.
"Ohh! Well it is more of a guess" she said
"A guess? What do you mean it is a guess? How can you guess that."
She replied this time as if she were delighted to have been asked this question.
"Well, when I was scanning and tapped into there security systems I noticed that there was a figure head. She did not seem to be part of the regular crew there which suggest that she is from another ship and if she has her own ship, it is likely that hers would be larger than there's. Also, I got kicked out of their system. This suggests a higher technology then I have encountered. They can definitely have bigger ships."
"you there!" one of the men from earlier pointed to V3 and said. "gather up all of the other security droids and have them go offline. We won't be needing them anymore." A few of the other men exchanged sighs of relief.
V3 stared at the man with a cold, indifferent expression. He did not like being treated like an object. He did not HAVE to listen to the man. He was allowed to come onto this vessel as security thanks to his connections with the mayor and Dr. Danny.
"Umm hello?" The man spoke out after a minute? "did you hear me bot?"
It always amazed V3 how callous and indifferent humans could be sometimes but he decided it would be best to just play along. He came aboard this ship to help after all and he should thank this Lt. Col for his assistance. After all who is to say the pirates won't get greedy and attack anyways. If that was the case he would definitely appreciate their help.
"Right away sir" V3 responded with the most apologetic tone he could adopt.
The walk over to the "droid bay" only took a few minutes. All three other bots were held within a small cramped 4x4ft space. A sign on the door read "Storage"
"Bunny?" V3 asked. "Why are these bad boys in a broom closet?"
Within secounds, Bunny responded in her usual, a matter of fact, yet informative tone. "This ship is not meant to hold security droids or security personnel of any sort. It is a standard transport and trade ship."
"Well yes but aren't trade ships supposed to have security personnel on them?" V3 asked confused. "Sometimes" Bunny responded. "But usually they're human personal, housed in an embassy barracks onboard. That requires a bigger ship than this."
Hmm V3 thought to himself. "Maybe they're trying to make it look like we're not worth the hassle to anybody"
"Seems probable" Bunny responded.
V3 opened the door to the sight of three other droids standing at attention and awaiting orders. They were each powered on and dressed like regular humans. They stood about 6ft tall and regarded V with cold emotionless expressions, their scanners no doubt interacting with his own in the background.
"you guys are good to power down V3 said"
Silenced filled the air between them and around them as V3 waited for a response of any kind. He figured they were communicating with the Captain, relaying what he had just told them.
"Security droids" V thought to himself. "Gotta love'em for being such straight shooters"
One of them finally spoke up "VE-e3. correct? you to were ordered to shut down."
"I wasn't ordered" V spoke up. "I am not one of you. I am more like... a concerned citizen you see? It was more of a suggestion."
"that's not going to work" Bunny replied.
"VE-e3" another droid spoke up "We overhear.."
"I know I know what you heard guys com'on" V interrupted. "Look process it like this ok. We shouldn't all be turned off at the same time in case something were to happen. Think of it as standing watch or duty!"
The machines, with no real free will of their own, took a moment to process everything before eventually resigning silently and powering down.
"nice job," Bunny said. "you know I could have done that in half the time? Or you could have. Why did you not use your interface commands?"
"ehh" V3 shrugged his shoulders. "We got time. Besides I am trying to be more human. Helps remind me that I got a choice."
V3 walked back to where he stood originally. Only one engineer remained. It was Dr. Stylus. A renowned engineer from his homeworld.
"Excuse me uhhm V3 is it?"
"Yes, sir. How may I help you?" V responded.
Stylus was a bit of a mess. As far as scientist go but he was a good man and V knew this. He walked over to V and kindly extended his hand. "My name is Dr. Stylus. Darrin Stylus, pleasure.
I was wondering if you could do me a favor young man?"
The mans demeanor took V a little by surprise. The Dr. Must have known he was an android yet he treated him with respect most people take time to learn.
"Yes sir what is it?"
"Well young man. I was wondering if you could deliver a message to that ship over there for me?"
"A message?" V responded. "why? yes I suppose I can"
"Now now young man I know what you're thinking but this is a handwritten message and it is a secret one at that! Can I trust you to deliver it to that ships Captain, without! reading it?"
V wasn't sure how to respond for a moment. "You should do as he asks V" Bunny relayed to him via his internal heads-up display. When they communicated in this way it was always private. A secure line of communication where only he, she, and Dr. Danny could access.
"It could give you a chance to thank Commander Grayvian for his support and perhaps let they may know more about whether these pirates work with any Saiyans" She was right of course. Bunny had a habit of being correct.
"Alight." When V finally spoke up the Dr. became elated. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, young man! You are a blessing!" Take this key card. It will help you open up the junk bay and escape through there, but if anyone asks you I dropped it! Do you understand?!"
A smile raced across V's face as he spoke. "Yes sir, you got it!" and with that, he stretched out his arm extended a firm and fierce thumbs up to the good doctor! "Let's do it!"
It wouldn't be long before he was out and into the cold, indifferent vacuum of space. It was always strange coming back here but he did not linger on that nostalgia for long.
Igniting his leg thrusters he blasted himself into the different of the ship.
"Bunny?" V asked, "Would you like me to send them a message V?"
"yes!" V responded. "Let them know I am coming with a message and good will!"
"Roger" she responded "It would seem they already know you're coming"
"what? how?"
"My sensors are detecting someone moving to meet us," Bunny said.
"Wooh brother, these people are good" V thought to himself.
He channeled more power into his thruster, projecting him further and faster towards them. He was eager to see what would happen next. He was excited about this new adventure.
Word count 1633/ Total 1633) Yoa
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 7, 2018 11:56:17 GMT -5
585 words "Pirates... again." The tanker had launched a small unidentified craft, and it was approaching fast. Well, it couldn't have been a projectile, given it appeared to be guided. Nevertheless, if there was some major concern that they would send something - or someone - in the direction of the Eildon, it probably meant they wanted it so be sent as something personal. Not through the vulnerable channels of communication. In having to adjust to the frequencies of the vessels used here, a certain degree of security had to be sacrificed while the Tek Adepts worked on establishing a more compatible encryption system. That was the problem with encountering new civilizations. All the different possible magics and technologies that could be developed, even within different nations on a single planet, couldn't possibly be compatible. Even the ones that stole from each other, with enough modifications, they would become completely separate entities. And so with each first contact, the Tek Adepts would do their best efforts to establish safe, secure communications between them and the contactees. Which was the main reasoning going on in her head when she made her way to the Transporter, which they would use to lock onto the ship and beam her aboard. Except there was one problem... "It's not a ship, Majesty..." the Tek Adept pointed out. "It appears to be an automaton."Mynia's eyebrow rose as she contemplated the situation, before reaching for the nearest comm. "Prepare my shuttle." Then turning to the Tek Adept manning the transporter... "Hangar 18." With that, she stepped onto the Transportation pad, and waited. In a few moments, the Adept had set the coordinates, and with the push of a button, she found herself standing on a Transport pad inside the hangar in question. To outsiders, it would be a wide open space, housing several flights of interceptors, a few dozen shuttles, and a number of support vessels, but compared to the grander vessels in the Albarican Armada, it was... cramped. Such was the Sovereign's idea of design. Eternal war. That was what these ships were built for. And to serve as an engine of eternal war, even the smallest rated vessel had to impress the inhabitants of a world. A broadside could shatter continents. Why send a Vanguard Knight to do the job, when a post-captain could do the same thing from the safety of orbit? Such was the idea behind them. Mynia strode along the floor and made her way to her shuttle. Though 'shuttle' was a misleading word. It was more of a gunship than a shuttle, flown by pilots who had gone down to hundreds of worlds while being shot at. Without a word, the ramp lowered down, and she stepped inside. In a few moments, it was in space, moving to intercept the incoming automaton. Such an important message... what could it have been? The shuttle decelerated as they closed the distance, airlock sliding open to allow the mechanical guest inside. Once he had gone through decontamination, he would be met by the Suzerain in the cargo hold. Standing to a strange relaxed sort of attention, hands behind her back and cold gaze assessing the new arrival. "Greetings. Considering the efforts you went through to get to us, I assume you have an urgent message." More proper introductions could wait. If this was related to any pirates that might show, then that took priority. "If you require someone important to receive it, that someone is me. So, to what do I owe this visit?"
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Post by MARK I on Aug 7, 2018 12:56:49 GMT -5
Blasting through space is fun. I mean if you are not in need of silly little things such as oxygen or mind the extremes, heat, cold, and radiation that it. Then the Vacuum can be ready fun. Most people will tell you that while in space everything is silent. Most people will talk about how sound requires a medium to travel through and blah blah blah. Most people have never flown through space. Their bare bodies exposed to the vacuum. You can "Hear". There are "sounds". It is just that the sound comes from within you. If you happen to have a heart and you do not lose your mind, or pass out due to shock, you can listen to your heartbeat, clear as day. You can feel all of the inner workings. All of the little bits. The tricky part is when or if your body starts to expand, but that is a different subject.
V3 began to slow down as another the large ship opened what seems to be a cargo or hanger bay of some sort coming out to meet him. He could feel Bunny start to work or magic "Cool it Bunny. I don't need to know nothin bout this ship."
"That may be unwise. What if they are pirates? You are the best line of defense the Captain has" She spoke in a calm yet somewhat worried tone. "Don't worry bout me. I can handle it. Besides don't you got a whole heap a data on them suckers?"
"I do"She spoke. "Then wouldn't they have tried to blow me away by now?" "They would", "Then baby I think we're good!" As he spoke a sheepish grin spread across his face as he extended his thump to the heavens.
"You realize I can not actually see that right?" "I have no idea what you do girl. I just try to keep you from getting lonely" "...Is that a joke? I can download a list of jokes if you'd like" "Hey now what's wrong with my jokes?" " They are not very funny"
Moments later they were standing within the smaller vessel and they were greeted by a tall woman with a modest power level, yet she carried her self like nothing he had ever seen before. Every word she spoke had a weight to it, a sense of urgency and the facial recognition software recording her movements and mannerisms expressed to V that this woman had seen and done many things. "What a women!" Bunny wrote onto a script for V3 to see in his heads-up display "You are attracted to women?" V responded. "It was a joke"
V then realized that the women had been waiting for his response the entire time. "Ohh right!" "Well first off I wanted to thank yea mam, for doing all that you do. My name is V3" He flexed his biceps as he spoke, which held the piece of paper the Dr. Had given him, other hand fullly extended for a shake.
"and uhh yeah I do have a message actually? Here you go." As the women poured over the letter he tried not to scan the entire inside of the ship. It shouldn't be necessary and these people seemed nice.
"Soo uhh, you must be "Ser" Gravyin? Love what you've done with the place. Ohh and it was no trouble by the way mam, I do this kind of thing all the time. You've probably heard of me before. Names V3! Not sure if I said that already, I'm kinda a big deal up north, and I was hoping to take care of this pirate problem myself. You're more then welcomed to take along though. Just you know...dodon't get yourself hurt'er nothin."
He flashed another of his signature smiles her way hoping to come off as more accommodating than pretentious.
"V she might be suppressing her power level. My reading says..." "Quiet Bunny!" He wrote her back "I told you to give it a rest for now"
"ok" (word: 671/ Total- 2304)
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 9, 2018 11:53:30 GMT -5
1102 words "Pirates... again." Flamboyant. That was her first set of thoughts concerning this automaton. Which brought into question what technologies were at use in this universe. Was he fully mechanical? If so, was his personality scroll written in such a way that he would function as a highly flamboyant, if friendly-natured person? Or was it a self-writing scroll that allowed him to become his own person?
What if he was a mechanized human? Then it depended on the degree of his mechanization. Was his brain still his own, kept alive by some combination of advanced technology and arcane secrets? Or was it so full of invasive machinery that one could no longer distinguish from man's will and that of the machine?
These were questions that could only be addressed if she decided to spend more time learning about him. It was something of a curiosity. The Suzerain quietly listened to the automaton begin by delivering not the letter, but his thanks for their having taken up the task of providing security for the tanker. If he wanted to start with a good impression, he was doing a pretty good job. Most of the people she'd met, save a few, began with being overly formal, and nearly all of her subjects addressed her with a certain deference.
This one was quite relaxed and casual. The opposite of what you'd expect from an automaton sent to deliver a message to a ranking official. To say that she wasn't quite used to it was an understatement. Though she had already seen such informal behavior with the Warden of this universe's Hell, Princess Vijya. She'd even had the spirit to play around with forms of address, calling her farcical things as 'Your Worshipfulness'. Even if you could say it was because she considered herself equally royalty, the Princess shamelessly carried herself with behavior fit for a drunken tavern patron.
This one's casual disposition, on the other hand, was different. With a certain flamboyance rather than roughness. After expressing his thanks, the automaton introduced himself as V3. Likely a nickname, given most automatons she'd cared to find the names of here seemed to have longer designation numbers than just that.
Already he seemed more human than most. If the attitude wasn't enough, addressing himself by a nickname was even more impressive. The Suzerain nodded in acknowledgement as he handed the message over. "Well met, V3. Your gratitude is appreciated, and your service will be remembered."
Mynia went on to inspect the message. The writings on the sheet made her pause for a good five seconds as recognition struck her. This script... her eyes darted back and forth along the sheet, up and down, multiple angles of diagonal. Assimilating every last piece of information.
It was no ordinary letter. No, it was written in a very specific language. One she had personally constructed decades ago, with the assistance of one animated young aristocrat going by Lord Style IX. Hailing from a world along the borders of Albarican space, he was from a short-lived race, but was chosen to come to Caerleon on a special scholarship. A case of merit, something she instilled in her policies.
Yes, the boy had so much potential - something the Suzerain tried to coax out of others - and it showed, with his educational performance and this little 'side hobby' of conlang. Unfortunately, he vanished while in the middle of a diplomatic mission to the outskirts.
Indeed... not only was this written in their constructed language, the contents also spoke of what had happened to him since his disappearance. The Sasagari Pirate Legion had taken him hostage... then used him as their tool. He was of course, clever enough to use this to his advantage. And when the opportunity presented itself, he had brought a contingent of them here to this universe, and escaped. Since then, he had been working for the betterment of those living here. That Sasagari raiding party was still at large, however...
Something about a treasure...
Extremely valuable intelligence about the raiding party and their associates.
Last will and testament.
Yes. Many things can happen in a decade. What more seven of them? This was not just some letter. It was a written account of everything concerning him since that day. It was the proof of his existence. His mark on reality. Having finished reading it, the Suzerain folded up the sheet of paper, and pinched the edge between her finger and thumb. It vanished in a flash of blue light, to be stored in her personal space.
She turned her attention back to V3, who seemed to have taken the time to examine the shuttle, and proceeded to compliment her. Or well, Sir Grayvian. And then he introduced himself again - a malfunction, perhaps? Either way, he claimed to be something of a local hero in the "North" - perhaps the northern galactic quadrant - and had volunteered to serve as onboard security for the tanker. That was all well and good... However, this case of mistaken identity was, clearly, the complication that would arise from using a Sixth-Rate as her personal vessel. She would have to correct that.
"While I am grateful for your kind words, Sir Grayvian is my vassal and adjutant. I am his liege, Suzerain Rhomynia I. It is an honor to meet a hero of renown such as yours. I must confess, however, that as my retinue and I are tourists from outside your galaxy, we have not had the pleasure of hearing of your exploits. Rest assured that your presence here gives me confidence that our charge will be able to reach its destination, regardless of any obstacles we may face."
She turned around and gestured for him to follow. "This, however, is no place to hold a dialogue." Leading the way back to the troop compartment, the Suzerain strapped herself into the utilitarian seat and instructed the pilots to take them back to the Eildon.
The rest of this conversation could be continued at her viewing dais on the port side of the vessel, where they could have a clear view of the tanker, in case something were to happen. The ship was large, especially by this universe's standards. Fortunately, the Transporter network made the task of getting from one point to another a trivial affair.
It would take only a matter of minutes before they could resume their discussion, this time looking out to a sea of stars, and the cargo vessel under their care. "So tell me of your adventures, V3. What heroic acts do you have to your name, that it has spread about the north?"
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Post by MARK I on Aug 10, 2018 0:34:19 GMT -5
VE-e3 was not sure what he was supposed to do once he delivered the message of gratitude and the letter. It had just occurred to him that he did not think it that far though. So when lady Suzerain Rhomynia invited him to come with her to her ship he was not really sure what to do.
More then anything that placed him off guard most was her formality and the amount of respect she seemed to treat him with. Most people when dealing with a droid at times could easily be mistaken for thinking they owned slaves, but not her.
"I like her" Bunny messaged him via their channel. "And her curves? Those lips. Woowza!" "Wha�" V3 stopped to catch his breath for a moment "Wait a minute? Since when?... How?"
"Hehe. Well, Mr. V., I took it upon myself to update my behavior. I noticed that you are trying to develop more human-like emotions and behaviors. So I decided it would be in your best interest if I did the same and since you are "Manlike" I wanted to show you how a man might think, hehe."
It took a moment for V3 to process how he felt about that and then it hit him⦠"wait a minute? I actually feel weird about this" Without realizing he had actually said that last one out loud.
"A side effect V" I am experiencing some technical issues. You may be programmed to act out certain emotions until I get it figured out. This ship prevents me from downloading at my usual rate."
The conversation with Bunny went on for another 3409 words total between the two of them. It took place within the span of 1.4 secs. A longer conversation than normal in terms of length but not so much word count, due to her technical issues.
The Suzerain woman was Stunning or so Bunny told him. His internal body temperature began to rise. His cheeks flushed a little with red, his coolant now mimicking the effect of warm blood rushing through him, mimicking the effects of a man in lust. He, of course, did not feel a thing⦠at least he did not think so? This is all rather new to him. The free will. The autonomy and the voice in his head.
"So you're the leader than aye? Well, Mrs. Rhomynia I would love to tell you all about my.. Uhmm exploits but to be honest wit yea I am more impressed with making sure a lady like you stay safe and that we all get through her without a hitch."
V3 had never met a female starship commander. Not one of such a worthy vessel. Her power level was not as high as he would have expected either, though still impressive for a "Regular" women at about 1000.
"She probably a lot smarter than her captains err somin" He thought to himself. "Perhaps the women are in charge where she is from. Perhaps she suppresses her power? She did state this was not her ship. Maybe she is hidinβ¦" V3 tuned her out for a moment as they walked into the Suzerain's tanker.
"Wow," V exclaimed audibly.
"I still can't get over this ship Ms. Suzy, I can call you Suzy right? Is that ok? I mean I donβt wanna be rude to a lady. I can tell you the story of a time I fought a Saiyan if you really want but honestly, I am so much more interested in this big'ol ship! I mean man it's almost as big as me!" V made sure to strike several poses in between sentences. His biceps would bulge and his muscles would flex in the ways he wanted and at just the right times. He could even somewhat adjust the angles in the light if he wanted. An effect that would make his 23inch biceps seem even larger.
"Are you trying to be funny?" Bunny asked him via there neural network. "Uhmm. I don't know. I think this is supposed to make her like me."
"You realize you can just download a number of books on psychology and charisma right?"
"yea yea yea I know that Bunny, but this is how people to it!" Replied V
Bunny seemed to find it all amusing. "This should be fun" She echoed those word in his head. It was an ominous echo. Almost as if she had been trying to tell him something all along.
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 10, 2018 14:02:23 GMT -5
674 words "Pirates... again." Flamboyant, yes. It also seemed that he also had a degree of ignorance, but at least his earnestness shone through. In a way, this reminded her of Sir Gel ( Etohn), who focused more on training for battle than he did studying the other aspects of nobility. But there was a certain virtue one could find in such people. Their honesty and transparency, for one. Here in the comfort of the viewing dais, one could slip into a more relaxed tune. Perhaps this was why he became more expressive. Part of this expression was a display of chivalry, in no uncertain terms. Though his gesticulations were strange, and his speech more vulgate than courtly, his repetition of his earlier concern for the safety of a woman was admirable. Yes, had he been born in Albarican lands, or even assembled in an Albarican manufactorum, this person would have surely entered the service of one knightly order or another. Lords would have given him honor, and ladies would have showered him with handkerchiefs. And indeed, here in his native habitat, he had already become something of a local hero in the north, as he put it. There was just one concern, however. "The title Suzerain is one to be treated with the utmost dignity," she pointed out, slowly brushing aside a lock of hair that had strayed during the walk here. "It refers to the ruler of an empire that holds lesser empires under its watch and care." That was what it was, in essence. Those star nations under Albarica's protection were free to continue self-rule. And in return for some benefits, Albarica would protect them. It was a system developed by her predecessor, the Duke Fullbuster, who rightly reasoned that a nation who were only somewhat beholden to a higher nation were happier. After all, it was the local rulers who knew the situations of their people best. This itself was a systemization, de jure establishment, of the Sovereign's de facto treatment of his vassal states. "As such, my good Sir V3, if you require a moniker with which to address me for your convenience, then you are free to use 'Mynia'." The Suzerain walked over to a table closer to the viewport and sat. As if on cue, a servant emerged from a nearby door and served a tray of tea and biscuits, as well as a bog standard datapad. She beckoned with her hand, before taking a sip from her cup. "Come. Sit. If you insist that your exploits against Saiyan barbarians can wait until later, then at least accept this common courtesy before I share what I wouldst about this vessel."Whether or not he decided to join her for tea, she would go ahead and begin tapping away on the pad's screen. It would project a holographic schematic of the vessel into the air, of high enough resolution for both of them to see. "The Eildon is what we term a Sixth-Rate vessel. The smallest class of warship capable of participating in the wall of battle."The holographic image of the ship zoomed out, to reveal a vertical grid, a 'wall' of warships lined up side by side, and up and down. For the purposes of instruction, these were all of the same size and class. "In such an engagement, its primary armament lies in the broadside batteries." The hologram zoomed back in to focus on one vessel, and the cannons protruding from the sides. These guns shattered continents. "Its primary purpose, however, is to conduct reconnaissance, patrol outlying territories, and perform raiding actions." This was a fairly standard 'lecture', to be sure. "I had intended to take a more powerful vessel but after the Rangers assessed the average... statistics... of ships in this galaxy, I decided to opt for something less conspicuous. Hence, this particular choice."Mynia set the pad back down on the table, the hologram of the vessel continuing to rotate as she took a sip of tea. "Is there anything else you would like to know about it?"
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Post by MARK I on Aug 10, 2018 17:14:08 GMT -5
V3 lowered his arms as she began talking. He followed her as she spoke, recording her words to be stored onto his neural network. He did not enjoy this. He wished to simply try to "remember" the information as a human would, but he could not help this subroutine. The last time he tried tampering with it himself he had a terrible malfunction and began to battle a strange pink creature in a desert, a terrible misunderstanding, but one that everyone was at least able to walk away from.
"You have had a lot of misunderstandings latelyβ¦" Bunny remarked "Wha? What?" V3 shifted his attention to her in his head. It would be another conversation that would take place within the span of a mere moment.
"Ohh, Sorry. You should know that I am aware of your thoughts. I wanted to let you know. I respect your privacy but I can not help but hear you sometimes."
"How? I mean⦠can you turn it off? That's weird." By now Mynia had begun to lecture him on the ratings of the battles ships. She was quiet good. Her instructions were clear and simple. She spoke with a tone that conveyed a practiced, rehearse iteration of this lecture. As if she had done this many times before.
"You should treat her with more respect. She is the ruler of a vast and technologically advanced empire. You are lucky to be in her presence VE-e3" As bunny wrote her script she began showing V displays mannerisms that would be considered appropriate for him to display.
He was not sure how to feel about an omnipresent entity in his head at all times, especially now that he knew she could read or "hear" his thought but for now, that conversation would have to be put on hold.
He had decided to take some notes from the videos bunny displayed for him. Some of which even ran likely simulations of what a conversation might look like should he follow all the steps. He did not do that. He would instead only use it as a reference. He wanted to make his own decisions and use his own judgments. "Bunny. Minimize that script for me. If all I do is follow an algorithm that I am just as good as a slave or a robot and I am not that. I am me".
He did decide to sit with the Suzerain. His demeanor changed but only slightly. Just enough to convey via his body language that he understood the women commands more respect than he had been giving her but not enough to display that he would stop being himself. When she sipped her tea he would take a gulp. When she munches on her biscuit he would take a bite. He made sure to not make any mess and would clean after himself as he listened to her lecture.
After a few moments of pleasantries he would speak.
"Well um, mam. Mynia. I was mainly asking because I never seen nothin like this before and I uh, I think all that you just said was great! I am actually pretty impressed. Now that I know you are safe it makes me feel better as well."
He stopped to reference the algorithms and guides in his head. He was scoring low on his etiquette according to the systems and his grammar was terrible but he wanted to be his own person. Not at the whim of any code. He made a few minor adjustments before continuing.
"I should probably tell you a little bit about myself huh? Since you have been so nice to me and all. Well, I am from a planet called earth. I have traveled a really long way to get here cause there's like a gate er something that I hear Saiyans use to get people. So anyway, I am here to get them."
"Do not forget about Suzie" Bunny remarked. "She would want everyone to know who you are" "Ohh, right," V replied.
He stood up then, tall and proud of himself. Clasping his hands together he began to contract all of the muscles within his arms, abdominal region, and chest swelling the large golden symbol on his chest. There was a giant golden V on the chest portion of his "superhero suit". It was a patchwork suit, made of nano-titanium fibers, yet you could tell a child made it, though the materials suggested a degree of skill in welding and physics were required for even this task. Despite the sleek, hot rod red, jumpsuit design. It was obvious that at one point the pair of them, V3 and Suzie, had not fully committed to what it should look like, before figuring it out.Β
The suit did look decent but it was mostly due to the materials less so the fashioning or design. It did, however, do a good job of revealing V3's figure. The android stood 6ft and 4inches tall, weight about 1200lbs. He was a dense figure, shaped like a Greek god with rippling muscles from head to toe. He doned a set of black Oakley sunglasses. So dark and glossy they were nearly impossible to see out of. His high top sneakers were also fashioned from a special material with a white/ silver lining, much like the rest of his attire
"Check the pects. hoo ha hooah!" he exclaimed So just do not forget. My name is V3 and I am a local hero from earth. So if you're ever in town you should stop by. And if you ever need protection, err a, knows someone who does I am probably available." Satisfied that he had done a good job in his attempt to be memorable and perhaps a bit humorous He let a let a million dollar smile spread across his face before speaking again.
"So your highness, Mrs. Mynia, I do have a couple more questions. What brings you here? You mentioned ships doing recon and like, a whole fleet of people. You run an empire too, like wow, but that doesnβt explain why you would here, in like, the middle of nowhere? Oh! And where is this empire of yours, if I may be allowed to ask?"
He decided to give her a look of humility and take on a slightly less domineering tone as he spoke. Attempting now to display the body language of a man who was being coy. A man who knew he was overstepping his place in asking so many questions and displaying his behaviors from earlier. He would clean after himself as well, aiding any servant droids that might come into contact with him.
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 11, 2018 11:50:02 GMT -5
1151 words "Pirates... again." Thus far, her observations told her that he wasn't following the usual programing parameters. If anything, the way he consumed the afternoon tea was more boorish than that of any automaton she'd seen before. No, this behavior was more human than machine. There were two possible explanations to this. V3 had either outgrown his programming, and was now evolving in the direction of true sapience, or he was a man who had been, for some reason or another, mechanized. There were many causes for mechanization back where Mynia came from. Altruistic life extension via prosthetic limbs and replacement organs. Those performed out of love. Personal conviction - or ambition - of increasing efficiency in some area of performance or another. Installing a cognitive chip for better processing power, or something of a similar sort. Lastly... penal lobotomy. The worst criminals - murderers, rapists - were converted into prisoners in their own minds. Machine parts that compelled them to obey the whims of whatever master would purchase them, put subservient words into their mouths... all while they were fully conscious and aware of these actions. They were usually pressed into some form of combat service or another, ensuring that they would atone for their crimes by serving their star nation. If they died in battle, it was only justice being served out, while ensuring that the extra body would not go to waste. Penal units were kept separate from volunteer forces, to ensure that no sympathy was fostered between freemen and convicts. When Mynia finished with her lecture about the Eildon and its functions within the fleet, V3 took his turn to explain why he asked. It seemed that it was his first time seeing something so big. Understandably, he would want to learn more about such an object. Once again reinforcing his chivalry with his newfound assurance that this thing would keep her safe. She nodded. The heroic automaton then went onto share more things about himself, his origins. He was from a world called Earth, presumably in the northern quadrant, as that was the galactic region where he was popular. The Rangers' reports she'd read so far that it was a small but impressive power, serving as a major galactic trading centre. It protected its interests with one of the most modern fleets in the galaxy. Indeed, the Rangers also told her that its largest Tek Guild, 'Capsule Corporation', didn't just build and maintain the Earth's own fleet. It also possessed sufficient manufacturing capacity to enter an ongoing production contract with the Saiyan Dominion, a major militaristic power. They may have been a peaceful world with few territorial holdings and a relatively recent foray into galactic affairs, but make no mistake. They had the power to punch far above their apparent weight class. If given the proper motivation, the Earthlings could very well take over the galaxy one day. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the Rangers' reports also noted that Earth was where this universe's Sovereign, Lord Frieza, met his demise over five centuries ago. She would have to order a deeper investigation into those details. V3 came from a mighty world that was only beginning to tap into its potential. Even as he explained his reasons for journeying into another quadrant - to stop Saiyan pirate attacks - Mynia found herself nodding once more. Given a proper assessment, he might have the potential to serve. Unless he already served elsewhere. Considering how his armor appeared to be personally crafted, rather than mass produced like the uniforms of the Albarican Armed Services, there were two possibilities. He either operated in a small, informal unit, or was part of a larger military force with laxed restrictions on uniformity. Mynia smiled. "Yes, I think I will pay your planet a visit. If I do find myself in need of protection - and a guide - you shall be the first to know."Having been provided with a response to that matter, he moved on to deeper questions. The Suzerain took another sip of her tea as she formulated an answer. "My people are threatened by eternal war, Sir V3. A war we have been fighting for hundreds of years." The 'Ringless Tournament', which as the centuries went on, appeared less and less a tournament, and more and more revealed its true nature as a twisted, refereed war of succession. "I believe the solution to that war can be found in your galaxy. A trump card that can bring final victory." The next question was somewhat more sensitive, and brought her to pause. This had already been laid out in her initial proclamation to the fleet upon their arrival here. Under no circumstances would they reveal their point of origin, so as to not bring undue attention to extra-universal affairs. Even though she could find no reason not to trust him so far, Mynia would rather lead by example. "This is in fact a rather sensitive matter, so I'm afraid I cannot disclose our exact point of origin. But let us just say that my realms lie within a galaxy far, far away."The Suzerain poured herself another cup of tea. Interestingly enough, he had taken on a more demure disposition than earlier. It seemed only natural of course, for someone who was aware it might have been overstepping their boundaries. Perhaps he was learning how to act human? If so, did it mean he was manufactured? And if that were so, then he was a truly impressive specimen. He knew what he was getting into, and acted appropriately. "Your range of expression truly is impressive, Sir V3. Tell me. Are you entirely manufactured, or are you a mechanized man?"--- "Yeah, this battleship's configuration ain't on any database I've ever seen before," the Octo technician shook his head as he went over the results of the passive probe scans. "Pretty sure the Empire didn't come up with anything new, either.""Yarr, so we have here a mystery battleship guarding the treasure!" Captain Niptur the Gnarly snarled in excitement. "This be a true excitin' raid we be havin today, boyos!"The Saiyan components of the crew cheered wildly. The non-saiyan members, on the other hand... did not. The Jelly Roger was an Arcosian Destroyer. Large but fast, able to outgun what it couldn't outrun, and outrun what it couldn't outgun. The problem was... that mystery vessel guarding the tanker was a battleship, or at least possessed the size profile of one. Sure, they could fly circles around it, but even the shields would shrug off whatever they fired at it. "Now Cap'n," the technician started, "If we just fly straight in, the guns on that thing will blast us to smithereens! Surely, there's a smarter way to go about this?"Captain Niptur the Gnarly scratched his chin for a moment in thought, before finally asking. "Aight then, Mister Snel. How do ye propose we pound those scurvy scallawags?""Well..." And so they began to plan...
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Post by MARK I on Aug 11, 2018 17:38:54 GMT -5
V: "Mhmm. Networking!"
As V stood there he could sense the women examining him. She seemed interested in him. It was a stare he had never known before. Most people see him and they would scoff, attack, or assume he was malfunctioning. Whenever they would find he had free will, of course, that was also a wild card. You never knew what to expect. She was different. This woman has shown no fear. No dismay, nothing. She let him get away with his expressions, treated him kindly, even fairly. It was starting to make him think this was all too good to be true.
Bunny: "We like her". "What?" V responded. Bunny: "Do not worry. She is totally into you. Just look at the way she stares at you. She probably wants to see all of your muscles. Hehe."
V3 almost spit out his drink at that last comment. "Bunny!" he replied. "That can not be the appropriate thing to do or think right now?!... Is that appropriate?"
Bunny: "No. It most certainly is not. But if you want to be more like a common man than I should help you think like one, remember?"
"Okay, yea. You're right but we'll table that one. Good work! I just need to tell her and ask her something first. Then maybe if you think that's right we can get on that!"
V3 was beginning to like this woman. He had a lot of reasons to but for now, it was on to business. He had a few things he wanted to sort out. He supposed it would make more sense to get her inquiry out of the way first. Since he did not think anything of his origins to be important in any way. He was just another droid. Nothing special about him. He was not important. He did not own armies or lands or ships. He was built to do one job. To help people. It just so happens that he choose a different route.
V3 did not wait long to respond to his new friend. He was, in fact, eager to do so. He was more content speaking with her than even the members of the ship he was on.
"Well, Lady Mynia. It's uh, nice of you to ask but yea I am just a droid. Some guys made me to do construction work and all that but to be honest I just didn't really like it. One day a group of Saiyans came in and killed a bunch of people so I just decided to step in and stop them. I mean, to be honest with you I didn't exactly succeed but I did give'em some good licks! Until the galactic police showed up and they left. None of the other robots were doing anything and people were in trouble so you know. I stepped in to help. "
Bunny chimed in with her usual light-hearted tone. "I think she just wants to know your Ratio or organic- to - inorganic components"
"umm. Okay" V3 responded. "but I am just a robot so? Do I haveβ¦" Bunny: " I can look up your schematics. It'll just take 2seβ¦" "Nevermind that bunny! I'm not trying to impress her or anything!"
V3 cleared his throat as he spoke. There was no need to look anything up. The whole thing was ridiculous to even consider.
"I am just a machine. I was created, beat up by Saiyans one time, and then fixed up by a brilliant Doctor from earth named Denisella Prescot and her lovely daughter. I love with them now. I kinda watch over them, they kind fix me up whenever I get out of trouble and give me a place to stay. It's a pretty sweet gig actually."
He couldn't help but wear a proud look on his face as he spoke of them. He missed them, though he tried not to show it. (Bunny: You are experiencing emotions right now).
"Anyways", V continued, "You mentioned that your people were in trouble. If that is the case then after this you should let us help you!" *V3 stands confidently. "It would be like making it up to yea. Besides, if people like you are in trouble then I wanna help! And don't worry bout tellin me where you're all from. I don't need to know anyway. So what do you say then! Friends?!" His voice rose like the midnight tide as he spoke. Confidence hanging at the edge of every word. He was a man. A man ready for anything!
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 20, 2018 13:08:57 GMT -5
919 words "Pirates... again." Perhaps there was a misunderstanding. She did not require the entire story of his origins, of how he found his calling and desires. That being said, his words were telling, even before he made the clear statement of being entirely manufactured. "Just a droid", was what he said of himself. The Scribes had informed her that this was a colloquial form of the local terminology for automatons, 'android'. Something appearing to be a man, but not quite. More than meets the eye, concealed under false hair and skin, powerful machinery that would put any mere man to shame. Such a clever name for their kind. Whoever coined the term must have had aspirations of godhood. To create an entity that surpassed the dominant race of their world. That was an android, then. And yet, from the way he explained it, they were treated as slaves. Understandably so. They were considered more machine than man, after all. Albarica did not make too much reliance on automatons. Not so much that they were too foolish to exploit such 'free' labour, but because of cultural matters. The automated death machine that served under the Pale Hegemon of Pallidon, wicked automata that mercilessly slaughtered all life they encountered... It was a cultural fear. Even though those at the top understood that these machines only obeyed the orders of their Hegemon, not every peasant was aware of this fact. And as much as she would wish to grow the educational system, schools on the border worlds were useless if the worlds themselves were at risk of destruction. For now, education along the border was a result of the efforts of private charter schools, funded by brave entrepreneurs who sought to bring the knowledge of the home galaxy to the furthest reaches of the star nation. But that was neither here nor there. V3 was a fully manufactured automaton, one who, due to strenuous circumstances, was forced to grow beyond his programming and fight to protect those he served. As noble a gesture as any man of flesh and blood. And now this man, made of mechanical parts, had even earned himself a family, thanks to his heroic deeds. Impressed, the Suzerain finished the last of her tea. Now, she could see why he was indeed such a hero, why he was chosen for this assignment, and why Lord Style trusted him to deliver the letter. "I see that you are more than just a machine, Sir V3. Though fully manufactured, you display as much courage as any man of flesh and blood."This loyalty sounded impressive. But how could she know this to be factual, rather than a set of tall tales? Well, there was a simple way to resolve this minuscule issue. "Perhaps, after this, I shall venture a visit with your family. Surely, they have much to tell about your exploits and heroism."Finally, standing proud and tall, he declared that he would provide his assistance. No doubt, a part of his heroic nature, were it an authentic one. At the very least, his enthusiasm seemed quite honest, rather than something emerging from a personality chip. And then, he proposed a hand of friendship. Friendship. This was a curious offer. They had met less than an hour ago. While Mynia understood that there were people who quickly bonded and formed friendships at the drop of a hat, her upbringing and position made her more reserved. Friendship was not something that could be officially struck up in such a small amount of time. It had to be cultivated. How long depended on the person. But for the Suzerain herself, she found that she would consider someone a friend perhaps within a few months, if not years. The Suzerain rose to meet him, and began to reach out for a handshake... The floor shook. The lights flickered. Considering that the Eildon was in top condition, it was unlikely to be a malfunction. The Expeditionary Fleet was crewed by her most loyal troops, such that no spy or saboteur could possibly conceive to thrive. That left only one alternative.... "Your Majesty," Sir Grayvian's voice heralded the appearance of a hologram connecting the room to the bridge. "The pirates are attacking. They have emerged from the Warp directly behind the tanker, and are using it as a shield. Likely, they performed a microjump to gain the initiatie. Battle Pods are pushing through our point defences and boarding action has begun."The Suzerain's eyes narrowed as soon as they began to glow. "Rally the armsmen and prepare your centuria to repel the boarding party," she commanded, voice stern and unshaken even by this surprise attack. It was the unwavering command of one who had fought war for so long that she knew it like a brother. "My guest and I shall dispatch with any intruders we encounter... after that, we shall take care of the pirate ship."The Suzerain turned to her guest. "It appears you will not need to tell me of your exploits after all, Sir V3. Here now lies an opportunity for you to demonstrate your heroic prowess directly."Turning around with the smooth yet stern cadence of a seasoned veteran, she began to march toward the bulwark, white fur trimmed cape billowing behind her. She did not appear to carry any weapons, though. Was this an act of confidence, or perhaps a subtle insult to those invading her realm? That she did not need to brandish a weapon to defeat their scum? Perhaps...
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Post by MARK I on Aug 21, 2018 23:28:28 GMT -5
Everything about this place, this ship, was weird to V. He wasn't sure what to make of it or what to think despite being informed not even a few minutes ago about it all. He had never been on a real battleship before. It was kind of exciting. Even though it meant the odds of them running into any Saiyan threats were low, which made him somewhat disappointed in the trip as a whole, he was at least thankful that he had gotten a chance to fly in a battleship. The crew aboard was every bit as impressive as the vessel. They were just men and women but they worked together like a well-oiled machine. Maybe it was because their leader was on board. Maybe because they were just all that good, it did not really matter, he was impressed. It kind of reminded him of his lab back home and how the Dr. And her young daughter would sometimes work together on projects. It was not quite the same, little Suzie was eight and she loved to mess around, but it was similar once her mother got her to focus. V called himself a Droid and the women had to call someone over to explain it to her. That was very odd. He was pretty sure that "Droid" was a universally common slang. He could not question the women intelligence, she had seemed intelligent, but it was odd. He watched her closely as she finished her tea while one of her men finished up explaining to her what a droid was, what the word meant, and some other tidbits. "That's odd. Ain't bunny?" "It is VE-e3. Very strange. Most advanced civilizations share this word. She clearly has the capacity for advanced tech. Her ship is not like anything we've ever seen. It is possible that Enigmus might know more about her or this ship" "Yeam that guy seems to know a lot of things but I don't know how to get in touch with him soooooo...." "I see that you are more than just a machine, Sir V3. Though fully manufactured, you display as much courage as any man of flesh and blood." V took in her words with a breath of courage and appreciation. He was not capable of blushing but if he could he might have. She was so kind to him that it almost threw him completely off. "Hey umm. Bunny what do I do when someone is being really nice to me? What's a nice thing to say to a smart ship captain lady?" "Well you could comment on her physical appearance. Call her beautiful or pretty. Just do it in a way that does not sound so...Never mind on second thought. She seems to like your casual demeanor" "Casual demeanor?" "The way you act and talk to her. You talk to her as if she was just a friend of yours. Even though she is very likely a powerful space queen that could have us killed" "Ohh. Well, yea she is my friend! Duh" As they messaged each other the women spoke some more. V3 had to try his best to pay attention to her as he tried to think of something to say. The emotion and signs of mental gymnastics possibly displaying themselves in his face. "Perhaps, after this, I shall venture a visit with your family. Surely, they have much to tell about your exploits and heroism." V3 lit up to the sound of these words! "Yes!" He thought to himself maybe this women could help him find them! She had a lot of smart people and resources. Maybe he could use some of it to help him with it all! It had been so long since he had seen them. He was starting to get excited. He was readying his compliment and adding to it a request for some aid in return for any services he may be able to provide her when suddenly. Chaos struck as it seems the ship was now under attack. V3 froze in his place. He thought maybe he was imagining things. Bracing his abdominal region he managed to stand perfectly still in his place. An attack? Against this ship? What was going on? The Saiyan's he was looking for did not have the capabilities to take a ship like this, did they? ? V did not have to wait long for the opportunity to present itself for him to act. His first instinct was to swing into action, helping the first person he saw who needed his help but to his surprise, nobody. The entire crew got to work on defending the ship and sending up their battle reports. Like clockwork. He then moved his body towards the women he had been speaking to, unsure of what to expect, again surprise. She was fine. Better than fine she seemed completely unphased by any of what was going on. Within seconds she was barking out orders and had a plan ready for action. She was bold, she was beautiful, and she was in complete control. Only one other women had ever presented herself anywhere remotely like this to V before. This was a rare breed of women, one he nor bunny would ever forget. "It appears you will not need to tell me of your exploits, after all, Sir V3. Here now lies an opportunity for you to demonstrate your heroic prowess directly." [,/font]
With that command she has set his heart and soul ablaze. It had been a long time since he has had a real fight or a serious challenge. Ever since his defeat at the hand of Unit 15.
This time would be different. This time he would protect this women and all of the ships crew, as many members as he could, if not all!
Quickly stepping in front of the women he exclaimed
"Please! Let me handle this Lady Mynia! You seem to be as bold as you are beautiful but allow me to do this while you command your men!"
He stood proudly now, though it was mostly a façade, a show of bravado. In truth he was scared. Scared that he would fail someone again. He tightened his fist and began to pound loudly on his chest as he spoke, ending his speech with a thumbs up and a smile that could brighten up a small galaxy. He did not want this women to get hurt especially not if there was anything he could do to stop it. He had made a new friend and he wanted to make sure she was safe.
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 24, 2018 5:43:32 GMT -5
1071 words "Pirates... again." "Your courage cannot be overstated, Sir V3. Very well. You shall take point." Mynia waved a hand and the bulkhead slid open, revealing a platoon of Armsmen assembled just outside her quarters, standing at attention. At the head of this group stood a pair of Vanguard Knights, armed and ready. As soon as the doors revealed the Suzerain, they all dropped to their knees in synchronized unison, bowing as a unit. "My Liege," the smaller of the Knights began, "Lord Grayvian has taken his centuria to cleanse the vessel. He has dispatched Sir Rochefort and I to lead this platoon to serve you."The Suzerain acknowledged this reverence with a nod and motioned for everyone to rise. "Sir Grayvian has always been thoughtful." While he had seen her fight well enough to know that she did not need a personal guard, he understood that she would certainly want a fighting force that could provide her with the flexibility that an individual simply could not have. "Dame Olwyn," Ah yes, Dame Olwyn. Grayvian's loyal second in command and apprentice. Once again, personally selected by the Suzerain herself to accompany her on this expedition. Occasionally one to underestimate a foe that she had much experience in defeating, but nobody could deny her skill and enthusiasm. Perhaps that was why she was chosen this time. Because in a universe where every foe was new, she would never underestimate them. Instead, she would study their means and ways, and use this knowledge as a cudgel to crush them with. "You and Sir Rochefort are to secure the aft section of this deck. Sir V3 and I shall make our way amidships toward the bow. Advance at your own discretion.""As thou will, My Liege." The two Knights brought their right fists to the left side of their chests, a snappy salute reflecting many years of service and discipline. A complete absence of hesitation. At her acknowledging nod, they turned about and gave command to their troops, the platoon splitting in two to deal with anything they encountered, marching forth down the hall and disappearing into the bowels of the ship. They had their marching orders. Highly generalized orders only indicating an objective, the 'What'. While leaving the 'How' entirely up to them. All in this fleet were battle hardened veterans who knew the ways of war. They knew the layout of the vessel. They've cleaned up boarding actions like this thousands of times. Those with Agarthan blood, like the Albarican purebred, with their extensive lifespans, would have so much more experience. For Knights like Olwen and Rochefort, boarding actions were nothing new. But the enemy was. As such, caution was part of the policy here. They were to study every action they took, every tactic they used. That was the whole purpose of the expedition. Understand the fighting styles of Universe 7. Dissect them. Defeat them. Perhaps, after this, Geene would find the Suzerain worthy of becoming his successor as God of Destruction. What better way than to study the Universe that had won the Tournament of Power? And with this new found power as Heiress of Destruction, she would cleanse her own Universe of the scourge that her siblings had brought upon its people. She would conquer Agartha and sit on the Golden Throne, ending the threat once and for all. But it would be one step at a time. Great things started from small beginnings. As such, for now, they would cleanse the Eildon of the pirate scourge. Then destroy that pirate ship. Finally, they would complete this escort mission and bring the tanker to its destination. The Suzerain led the way down the hall, still unarmed, her cape billowing behind her in the circulated air. In the distance, she could hear the sounds of combat. The blaring automatic fire of musketoons, the occasional high pitched scream of a microlance, the audibly sharp strokes of Knight Arms... Contrasted with Universe 7's blasters, ki attacks, and unarmed melee. Already, different combat standards were going into effect. Mynia stopped in front of a sealed bulkhead. On the other side, though the ordinary ear would be unable to hear it through the thick metal, her hearing could definitely pick it up. The fighting was on the other side. Judging from how it sounded, though, this was being handled well enough. Their efforts could be used elsewhere. She turned left and continued, searching for an alternative route amidships. A couple of minutes later, and she turned right, back on track. The wall to her left exploded, and an angry purple Dodorian slammed into the Suzerain, sending her crashing into the opposite wall. A loud metallic sound reverberated through the hall, the severe impact creating a sizeable dent in the wall. And yet she only looked at him with a serene condescension. As if what he did mattered not. Indeed, in the greater scheme of things, perhaps it didn't. The Dodorian didn't seem to notice, however, as he was laughing aloud at the sight of this woman half buried in the wall. It was almost as if she was waiting for something... His laughter died down into bemusement as she nonchalantly pushed herself out of the wall, dusting off her cape and armour. Completely unfazed, and staring at him with that same chilling disdain. She turned her head to the left, at the automaton that followed her all the way here. Confused, the pirate followed her gaze and saw someone his scouter didn't pick up. That was weird. Either his power level was too small to matter, or he was an android. And a very fancy android at that. "Behold, Sir V3. I hereby present to you, your first opponent."The pirate laughed again and pointed at the android in the stylish sunglasses. "You think some robo-runt is gonna be able to beat me? I'm wanted in six systems!" "All the more reason to be concerned for your own safety, then," she noted, matter of factly. "This so-called 'robo-runt' has fought criminals in many Northern systems. He eats scum like you for his afternoon tea."The pirate growled picked her up by the throat. "You makin' fun of me, bitch!?"Her only response were the continued glare of those cold, condescending eyes. Eyes that regarded him as nothing but an insect to be crushed under heel. His days were numbered. To be precise, this was his last one.
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Post by MARK I on Aug 24, 2018 6:57:04 GMT -5
V3's scanners were going haywire as they tried to scan every inch of the ship now. Apparently unable to due to a defense mechanism, no doubt due to the fact that they were being invaded. It was not like him to knowingly allow his subroutines to act out like this but he wanted to know as much as it did apparently. Bunny eventually stepped in, no longer wanting to waste precious energy on a function like this. She moved in, seamlessly working herself into the code and reworking it so that it would become more effcienet towards to current situation. He could tell what she was trying to do whether they spoke to each other or not. She was protecting him, in a way and this was something V had never noticed before. Sure during a fight she would make it a point sometimes to take control and move a limb or two so that he would be out of harm's way of have enough time to brace himself for an impact but he had never known, up until now, just how much influence she could have on even his scan, and in such a short frame of time as well. It was almost scary. He shuttered to think what would happen if she were to ever become a malicious program or if anything ever went wrong with her. Fortunately, he did not have to worry about something like that. To a certain extent Bunny could write her own code. She could rework who she is and how she operates within seconds, if not shorter. He had watched her do it before on a number of occasions. In the time they have spent together Bunny has learned twelve different languages, the consistency and surface tension of a "Majins" Skin. She had also pickup and mastered ever course mankind had to offer on hacking, robotics, psychics, and a number of other subjects within academia. Granted, her knowledge was only limited to what she could find in the public domain, or the public forums, this did not stop or lessen her skill now in any way. She was capable of extrapolating from data now and coming to her own conclusions, testing and making her own theories. They walked the corridors of the ship together. V3 did not like it. The women should not be walking alone without her guard like this and what she seemed to lack in power she seemed to make up in her authority and confidence. To V's credit he did begin to assume there was more to this women than meets the eye by now. The Female knight from earlier had a higher power level than 90% of the people he had ever met, but then again she was in charge of Mynia's personal guard and they were not here? He did not understand the point of that. A personal guard should be with their person right? The main problem, V now realized, is that he did not know infact how durable She was and this worried him. The whole time they moved from one door to another her wanted to stop her, he wanted to tell her to go back to her man and to command from a safe space, but he had already told her that. Yet here they were. Bunny was telling him that this would be inappropriate. He had already told her to stay put and yet she came anyways, at this point it was up to her. Again V protested. "Bunny that makes no sense though? I should have her go back" "I wouldn't recommend that. She is a military figure head. To force her to do something she does not seem to want to do is a bad idea. It would make her look bad and..." "I don't care about that Bunny. It's not safe here?!" "Understood but you cannot force people to do things. Is she entitled to her own decisions?" V3 bit his tounge on that one. It took him a moment to respond. He was a bi flustered now and he did not like it but she was technically right. It was rare that she was not. "Well...but that's dumb? I mean yea she can make her own decisions but why would she do something so dumb like put herself in harm's way without knowing what she's dealing with?" "Do you mean, why would she do exactly the things you plan on doing right now? and have done in the past?" Bunny let that sink in for a second. "The same thing you will do again" "Yea but that's different!" V3 responded. "I am a hero!" "Hehe, Well V maybe she is a hero as well. Give it time. Protect her but do not get in her way. Remember both the pink girls? The looked fragile and weak but we were wrong weren't we V" "Yeahhhhhhh.." Each door they approached V's hands started to get a little shaky as they did, he could tell there was good fighting on the other side. He had never been involved in a fight this big before. He was not even sure what to do in this situation. Usually he tried to avoid other groups, especially large groups, of people when he battled. Each time they passed up a door to go to another one and another one and another. V was about to say something when a man busted through one of the walls. Not just one man, several men. One large husky man and a couple of other behind him. The large man slammed in Mynia like a tidal wave through a loose section of seawall. He sent her flying into another of the ships walls. V3 moved to act and help but the other two men were on him now. They slashed at him with their cutlasses and one blasted at him with their ki blaster. V tucked brought his arms to his face like a boxer would and bobbed and weaved each attack, these men weren't anything special. Just poor souls who have made bad choices. Extending his hand out he grasped one man by the neck and hit him with an electrical shock, stunning the man, and knocking him out cold. It would not kill the man but he would wake up feeling a bit woozy. The next opponent moved in and attempted to grab V3. He was not sure what would come after but v3 simply side stepped him and caught him with three consecutive combonation punches to the bottom of the man's chin, side of his face and one to his stomach. The man fell over without to much trouble. He was done. As he looked over to the rubble he saw that Mynia... Was not only fine but now she was taunting the larger man and beckoning V into battle. This was his chance to save her before the man realized that she was stalling, maybe she had learned her lesson? Maybe... V did not have time to think. He rushed the man. His speed now much more rapid than it had been earlier. He stepped within the man guard, as he was still talking, and throw a couple of quick punches to his abdomen and if possible would lay into him with a side kick to the obliques before jumping back a distance. These men were pirates, murderers and possible worse, but he did not want to just kill them. He did not like to kill people. It made him feel bad. Hurting them was fine. Hurting men like him was fine. He would see how much this man could take before continuation and if he went down he would move to shelter Mynia making sure that no one else could pass the threshold to get to her. wordcount/ 1305/ total- 7388/ Post#7 BATTLE TRACKER Defemder of the crown!"
Enemy Attack #1: Basic attack - acc 0 vs 50 0dmg
Bonus Action: Guard - Effect | -0 ki cost
At-Will:
Enemy Attack #2 none β 0 acc vs 50 def - 0dmg
Bonus Action: Name - Effect | -0 ki cost
At-Will:
Enemy Attack #3: Basic attack - acc 0 vs 50 0dmg
Bonus Action: Name - Effect | -0 ki cost
At-Will:
Toughness: 0/15
Standard action #1 b Basic : Two piece combo | -0 ki cost
Acc - *AIFlRJZP1d100+20*
Dmg - *d10*
Slashing (0) - *[0]*
Standard action #2 b Buy one get one free. : - Effects | -0 ki cost
Acc - *1d100+20*
Dmg - *d10*
Slashing (0%) - *[Crit on an 85]*
Bonus Action: - Effect | +0 ki cost
/50 ki-restored
At-Will: Name - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
FIGHTING STYLE
Tenacious
COURAGEβ―
You start each battle with 15 toughness.
METTLE
Activate. None (Passive)
Effect. As a passive effect you can use the Guard technique as an at-will action and can use the Intercept team technique an unlimited number of times.
Limit. Indefinite.
GUARD
Type. Defense
Activate. Bonus Action - Reactive
Effect. As a bonus action negate half the damage from one Basic Attack that that hits you during your turn.
TRAITS
GRIT
Prerequisite.β―None
Activate.β―None (Passive)
Effects.β―As a passive effect while under half max HP you add 15 to accuracy to all attacks.
SAP
Prerequisite.β―None
Activate.β―At-Will
Effect.β―As an at-will you drain 5 ki from an attacker that
hit you with at least one Super Attack during your turn.β―
Limit.β―Indefinite
RESOLVE
Prerequisite.β―None
Activate.β―At-Will
Effect.β―As an at-will action you recover 1 ki per 1 point of toughness spent during your turn to reduce damage.
Limit.β―Max of 50 ki restored via this trait.
EQUIPMENT
BATTLE ARMOR: negates 2 dmg from every Super Attack. +15hp
TOTEM
A carved idol that contains magic that wards against particular types of energy.
Slot.β―Gear
Activate.β―At-Will - Reactiveβ―
Effect.β―As an at-will action choose one status effect that you and all allies are immune to: Burn, Stun, Freeze, or Poison.
Duration.β―3 turns.
Uses.β―Twice per battle.
AI ASSISTANT
Bunny Artificial indigence Matrix
Slot.β―Accessory
Activate.β―None (Passive)
Effect.β―As a passive effect upon equippingβ―you choose any three traits, so long as you meet any requirements for them. You can remove and re-equip this item each week to choose new traits, if you so wish. You can never have more than five traits, even with this item equipped.β―This item is useless at the Ability Lv.5 and is meant to for newer characters.
Uses.β―Indefinite.
OTHER ITEMS
Tech
SUPER ATTACKS
Technique 2: Super Attack CURRENT PL: Hidden (16,400)
HP: 105/105 | KI: 100/100 | DEF: 50 | DMG DIE: d10 | ACC: +25 1d100+20Β·d10Β·1d100+20Β·d10
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 27, 2018 8:17:58 GMT -5
827 words "Pirates... again." His guard was down. That was his mistake. A big one, considering he couldn't scout out the android's power level with his scouter. The first two punches dug deep, and the side kick pushed him slightly off balance. "Why you sonova..." He growled. This time, he wouldn't be so vulnerable. His power flared up, and he became fully battle ready. "It seems that the pirates in this galaxy are rather inept," the Suzerain mused out loud. Whether she was merely talking to herself, taunting the big, stocky buccaneer, or both, it was hard to tell. Whichever it was, she did so with her continued condescension. "I already made it clear that he was your opponent, and yet you underestimated him. Truly pathetic.""Oh shut up already!" the pirate yelled, the spikes on his body growing like the spines on a puffer fish. If he was going to pull anything today, it was going to hurt, and badly. "I'm not letting some poofy droid beat me, you can bet your ass on that!""Gambling is a highly emotional affair. It is beneath me." The Suzerain merely crossed her arms over her chest, an outsider observing some sort of test that she'd laid out for her companion. One couldn't help but wonder if she purposefully avoided all the major combat zones to ensure that nobody disturbed an opportunity such as this. The big guy huffed and punched a palm. "Ya mighta gotten the drop on me, punk, but that's not gonna happen again!" With a yell, he charged in with his right arm cocked for a straight punch. A simple, highly predictable move. Perhaps too predictable. Indeed, this turned out to be a feint, to move the android in a direction he wished, directly in the path of a left knee uppercut that would slam up into his chin and send him flying into the ceiling. At least, if it went according to plan. Mynia herself continued to watch the fight unfold. This was not the strongest of the pirate band, no, but he appeared to have some power about him. She reached out across the ship, sensing, feeling. Yes, this boarding action was highly manageable, even considering the great power disparity between the average Armsman and these pirates. It seemed that every warrior worth any sort of salt, whether pirate, or mercenary, was possessed of some significant level of power. And yet, as they would prove time and again, the Armsmen of the Albarican Navy, the soldiers of the Albarican Army... any serviceman who was not some sort of Knight... was woefully outclassed. Yet despite this, their loyalty and courage was unwavering. If they could not defeat the enemy, they would bury it with their bodies, drown it in their blood. Where their individual powers were insignificant, their numbers would make up for it. And often times, with one or two Knights to accompany them, this would be enough to win the day. This was nothing new to them. They were prepared for eternal war. Four and a half centuries was only the beginning. They understood the costs, and the projections. It could go on for a thousand years. Ten thousand. A million, or worse. In the grand scale of things, every single serviceman wasn't even a blip. But as a fighting force, as the Albarican Armed Services, they would hold the line, and they would survive in the end. And that was all that their star nation would ask of them. To hold the line, and give the White Suzerainty the tenacity to live for another day. This same principle was applying to the ship at this very moment. Where Armsmen would fight to their dying breaths against monstrous godlike pirate scum. Where individuals would mean nothing, but an entire contingent, supporting their Knightly peers, would surely win the day. At the same time, it was this same devotion that would interfere with her plan here. The intention to observe her guest's own fighting capabilities. She did not want him distracted by such things as rushing to save Armsmen. They knew what they were up against. This was nothing new at all. Just another day aboard the Eildon, fifty thousand souls on a ship that might as well be a world of its own. Every single one of them prepared to die for their Suzerain. Every single one not to be taken for granted, not to be wasted. And to have them guarding her was a waste, especially considering what was happening at this very moment. Something great was happening here, where she would see how V3 fared in true combat, as compared to his vague statements of exploits. A hero in the North Quadrant... she would see what someone like that was capable of accomplishing under circumstances such as this. If Mynia had to use local units, this pirate would be around the area of "17,000". 17,000 of what? She had no idea, really...
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Post by MARK I on Aug 27, 2018 10:28:03 GMT -5
V3 loved the close combat. Though he always likes to move around in his battles as well. using his environment to his advantage he probably preferred the intimate and up close ranges more. The situation was interesting. Without anyone in the immediate vicinity, he knew he wouldn't be bothered. He liked that but then it hit him. And not just the pirate's knee. Which stuck into his face like a bag of bricks, but the weight of the entire situation. For the first time, he had been in a battlefield. A real battle. Not just a fight. That means other people were involved, fighting the same enemies, and dying the longer this went on. He did not like that one bit. On top of this he realized that if he went all out it might damage his new friends' ship, another restraint he would have to deal with. He had to get to those men fighting to save Mynia and help them. It was not fair that they get involved in all this fighting. They're not from here, they should not be involved. "Alright Purple!" He said, his voiced muffled, mouth half covered by his opponent's kneecap. Wrapping his arms around the man's leg he held his knee there, pressing it into himself. V could take the hits just fine, the knee he would be okay, it's everyone else he was worried about. Mynia, was the outlier. She was an enigma in all these as she simply stood and watched with a cold and powerful indifference, that was weird. He would make a note that she may have suffered some sort of concussion, then again she looked fine...It is possibly this has happened to her before. "Listen, buddy!" He said as he tightened his grip on the man's leg "We're going for a bit of a field trip. So buckle up!" As he spoke he went to sidestep and trip the man onto his back, still holding his leg in place. Upon dropping the man to the ground he would proceed to stomp over his head and then jumping backward, with his body in tow, to fly off towards the thickest of the fighting. "Mynia! Put some ice on that head and stay safe! I'll be right back!" As he spoke he threw her a wave of healing energy that would wash over her body and surely reinvigorate her. Within moments he would arrive at the thickest section of fighting. Using the pirates own body as a cannonball he would release him at the peak of his speed, hopefully slamming the man into other pirates. "Alright, boys stand back it's time for some justice!" V cried out victoriously as he lowered his sunglasses. Nurmous bolts of light and energy began to rushed from his eyes, like torrents of water from a raging river. He reached deep into himself and unleashed all the power he could in the short amount of time he had. In hindsight. It was probably a bad idea.attentionuld surely get the attnetion of the crew of raiders that had arrived but he was okay with these results. He would fly into the middle of them all and challenge them to defy him. "Listen up losers! we're hiring! So uhmm. If you would rather not die here or like, get beat up! You should definitely get in a line and..ohh whatever..." He did not get to finish as they started to pile onto him, stabbing, shooting, clawing, and kicking any piece of him they could find. Again reaching into himself he strained to fly up higher and higher and eventually out of the ship itself tangling himself amongst them in a mess and mass of muscle, sweat, and strain. Forming a small shield just outside of the ball to make it hard for any to escape as he did so now. "Bunny can you get in touch with the ship!?" "Of course I can" "Tell them to fire on me" "I'm sorry?" "Just do it bunny we will be fine!" "With all due respect VE-..." "Damn Bunny! I said tell'em to fire! We ain't got time people are dying" "signaling the ship now. You might want to fly a little further by the way" V did not know what he was doing, that was for sure. He knew that he could survive space. He figured most of these pirates could as well. Not that he know how or why. He held his sheild, which crackled with energy. Sending volts and jolts to anyone who would try to escape, though surely some of them did most of them where either unaware, stupid, or to enthralled in what they were doing. V had sustained some damages during this whole encounter but at least he had a plan. As the ships began to fire he would drop his sheild and then revert it into himself, was it possible for him to do this fast enough, he didn't know but he would not let people die if there was anything he could do about it. "Attention passengers!" He yelled out, his shield bubble creating a medium for his voice to carry through. "If you looked to your uhmm. Over there you will see a big fat gun that is about to blow you all away. If you wish to turn over a new leaf and start a new life with these fine young men and women now is your chance to sign up!" Of course he didn't know what kind of effect this would have or if any of them would go for it. He was wigning it, every step of the way and now it was time to see what consequences his actions would yeild him today. He thought back to the driods on the other ship and he had hoped Dr. Stylus and the other ship were alright, but he did not have the time to worry over that right now. It was time for action! Time for justice! W.C/ 1002/ Total- 8390/ Post # 8 πΈππππ
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 28, 2018 12:14:55 GMT -5
1248 words "Pirates... again." While to most people, what had just occurred was a blur, it wasn't hard to comprehend for someone at the level of a Knight, or that of her own. In a very quick burst and superhuman sequence of events, V3 had captured a significant number of the pirates with some kind of energy shield, flown them out to point blank range of the Macro Battery, and was now giving them an ultimatum. She found her way to the nearest viewport to observe the scene for herself. Some might have thought of it as hostage taking, which to people with a sense of humor, was certainly a humorous irony, given it was the pirates who were being taken hostage. To the Suzerain, it was clever quick thinking. Was it really thinking, though? Or was it more of instinctive improvisation? Surely, as a purely mechanical being, V3's thoughts would be more of rapid data processing than anything instinctive. As per her earlier observations, however, he was clearly evolving beyond his original programming. At the very least, he was learning how to be boorish, incorporating additional settings to his original parameters. But this manner of quick action was possible only with either super advanced reaction speeds, high-speed data processing you would find in androids, or pure and simple instinct. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. It was an unorthodox ploy. And based on what she knew of him, there were several reasons why he did it. Perhaps he wanted to end the fighting as quickly as possible. To minimize casualties? To complete the mission with maximum efficiency? There were many explanations down this route. On the surface, it might just have been because he was a decent person who indeed wanted to minimize casualties. This was a risky ploy, and the most obvious results would be a quick victory by surrender. That would mean minimal casualties, minimal effort, minimal... well, everything, really. To get the pirates to surrender was honestly the ideal way to win this engagement. He might have underestimated the ruthlessness of the pirate captain, however. Especially with these rogue groups, with frequent infighting and casualties, crew might not have had plenty of time to bond. They might even consider each other disposable. Not all, but that was always a possibility. Back in Universe 12, they certainly had a great variety. As many motivations as there were people who took up the job. The option to surrender was certainly open. But they didn't always give in. Quite a few with their own various reasons would either retreat if possible, or fight to the death when truly pressed. It was... perplexing, really. That being said, Albarica didn't always give the option to surrender. The reasons also varied depending on the commander and the circumstances. Brellet Fawkes, Master and Commander, HMS Eildon "Your Majesty," the captain's hologram appeared before her. "We're receiving a transmission from the automaton, demanding that we fire at his position. With all due respect, has your guest gone mad?" Technically, his rank was "Master and Commander", but by role, he was indeed the highest ranking officer of the ship. As with any naval parlance, then, by that value, he was always addressed to as 'Captain'. As there could only ever be one captain aboard a ship, then, any other captains - including those from other branches of the military - would receive a de jure promotion while aboard. Army captains would become majors. Knight Captains would be elevated to Knight Commanders. So on, so forth... "I think I understand his plan, Captain." the Suzerain answered, ever as cold and rational as ever. The healing energy V3 had given her earlier was... appreciated, if something she considered a waste. Perhaps it was because he still considered her vulnerable. She never did reveal her true power level to him, after all. This was a test, to see just how far he could go. Maybe one day, she could show him just what she was made of. But that day wasn't going to be today. "I'll take that as a yes, then?" the captain replied. "The left broadside is reloaded and ready to fire on command." Macro Batteries. Giant high-explosive armor-piercing shells that even at unrated levels, could crack continents with ease. In space? Quite useful deliverers of kinetic force, and at sufficient velocities, could punch through energy shields. "Once he gives the signal, open fire. If they surrender, we won't have to.""Do you honestly think these pirate scum would surrender just because we have their men held hostage, Majesty?" It was more of a rhetorical question than an honest one, but he did ask for an answer regardless. "I honestly doubt it. But on the off-chance that this is successful, I want to give him a chance. This will also give us some insight into how they think..." She turned back to the viewport to watch. "Cap'n, they've got some of the boarding party hostage?" the Octo engineer reported. Captain Niptur the Gnarly laughed out loud at the report. "That scurvy knave thinks he be the pirate? We be the ones t'be takin the hostages 'round 'ere!""The battleship's crew seem to be gaining the upper hand, though," the squid continued. "Only a few of them have significant power levels, but the normies are so many the party's getting swamped!"The captain yawned. Boring. Little runts trying to win. "Good, good. All accordin' to plan, then." Besides, that android didn't seem to think this through. The destroyer was on the other side of the tanker. It was using the cargo vessel as a... 'human' shield. Fortunately, the tanker was big. Big enough to hide behind. That was the advantage of battle pods: they could change directions. Oh sure, the battleship might have had missiles or something, but that was also why they stuck close to the tanker. If they got hit with anything that would explode hard enough to damage the shields... the tanker would also take some of that firepower. Their position was perfect. He looked at the screen showing the tanker boarding party begin to pump the liquefied thetarium into barrels in the destroyer's cargo bay. "What do we do?""Keep pumpin that thetarol int' the barrels. I'll show that thar scurvy scallawag wot a pirate Cap'n thinks o' hotshot hero wannabes takin me crew hostage."He swiveled around in the command chair and pushed a button before swallowing a pill. The destroyer's top hatch swirled open, and his chair rose up, out into the blackness of space. How was a Saiyan breathing in space? He wasn't. The pill was a special capsule, the 'mini tank', which essentially pumped oxygen into his blood slowly, giving him enough of a supply to last for about ten minutes in a total vacuum. Capsule Corp really made the most convenient products. He'd have to interdict another CC cargo ship this month. All these capsules were just too good... Captain Niptur the Gnarly then raised his hand and charged an energy ball, throwing it at the mass of shield-enclosed pirates. It would presumably explode with enough force to rupture the shield... and hopefully just kill everyone inside. That was to say... he wanted to get rid of that do-gooder android no matter the cost. After all... crewmen could be replaced. All he had to do was hire some more blokes at the Ravens' Nest, or press gang some drunken sods who'd disappeared in the bowels of Space Vegas' Underlevels.
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Post by MARK I on Aug 28, 2018 14:38:52 GMT -5
Sometimes the problem with hero work was the smells. V3 never understood why he needed to have a sense of smell. He'd guessed it had helped him understand the world better? Or something, but he never really go it. From within his bubble shield he struggled to maneuver. Every one of the men within trying to go there own direction, forcing him one way or the other. Yet he held firm. He could see the canons on the ship now trained on him. He watched as some of the boarding parties gawked or sneered at him. Opening small gaps within his shield he extended his hand and began to fire at pockets of resistance where men battled. He anchored himself to an imaginary rock in space. He would refuse to move from his position as he fired blast after blast to distract, harass, or incapacitate certain enemies. After moments of this he had acquired the attention of a few of the enemy soldiers, some so enraged now that they rushed to him, dropping what ever they were doing to attack him from all angles. His plan was working. Though they were far enough apart and away that the cannons fire could be dodged they were still now trained on him, instead of the other men. Releasing his bubble shield now he began to swiftly rush, punch and kick men withing a 10ft radius, bringing them together into somewhat of a makeshift pile. They rushed him now, some tried to escape, others charged there attack, regardless he held up his arms, fashioning a larger bubble now encompassing a 35ft radius. Several men contained within it. With nowhere to go they all trained their eyes on him now. V raised his arms and stood in a guarded stance. "Think about this boys. We ain't gotta go like that. There's a cannon right ther..." He did not get to finish as a fist, dagger, and foot all flew at him from several directions. Palming the fist he angled it in such a way that it would run into someone else. He did not have enough time to worry about the knife but he was not worried about it. It shattered against his chiseled jawline, as did the foot. after a series of punches and kicks from all belligerents it slowly became obvious to anyone observing that the hero could handle anything they had against him. Everything was under control. Everything was going according to plan. In an instant he grabbed another mans arm and moved in behind him, beginning to choke him with his own arm. As he opened his mouth to speak everything suddenly grew white and hot. Enveloped in a blast of flaming energy his opponents each began to combustion or ignite. His shield shattered and fell apart as the energy poured into them. V reached to grab another man, attempting to save him from this fiery death. "What was happening?" He thought to himself. He had been watching the cannons this whole time. They hadn't fired? It was no use. As he went to push another man outside of the bubble the mans armor and body vaporized instantly before his eyes. There was nothing he could do. His own body would be fine. The nano bites which resided in his blood knew how to adjust and regulate extreme heat and cold. Though it did hurt like hell this would be the first instant in which he would taken any significant damage so far. When the light went out he could see himself standing alone. No. He had company. His sensors went haywire now. It was a special sensor. One he had not set up long ago. One he had almost forgotten about. This sensor was specific to Saiyans. It would analyze, record and store all data for every Saiyan he would encounter. Currently, he'd only met one other Saiyan since installing it... He floated now staring at the Saiyan. Looking back at the crew and the captain. He didn't know what to do. He hesitated. The soldiers needed help but this Saiyan was stronger. Much stronger than anyone else. He braced himself for the battle to come. "Bunny I think this is the Capt. Give the ship Cpt. This guys location. I...He came out behind the tanker?!""It is possible they're using the tanker as a shield to and for concealment." "That's despicable! We have to do something about this." "I will let the Cpt know we believe they're using the Tanker as a shield" Pooling energy into his thrusters V swooped back across the line skirmish lines of battle. Harassing the enemy on one more run as he charged his thrusters for a supercharged run against the Cpt. Once all systems lit green he rushed at maximum speed, roughly 402.3 Mile p/hour towards his opponent. He would fly by the Cpt sending ki bolts straight into him as he flew around, above, and under him, attempting to attack him from as many angles as possible. He wanted to make sure he had his attention, wanted to make sure others could see this happening. He couldn't know what effects his attacks would have but soon time would tell. As he finished his run he would stop his flight abruptly, making sure to stop within the Cpts line of sight and began to charge his next attack. His arms and legs still steaming from his super heated metal body. This Saiyan would not get the same treatment as the others. Saiyans were monsters, savage killers, and murderers. It did not surprise him that one was in charge of this band of raiders. His demeanor would change now. He would not hold back against this Saiyan. He would not try to kill him, he would apprehend him and present him as a gift to his new friend but if he died, then so be it. It would probably be better than the Saiyan deserved. His arms whizzed from within, engines roaring, yet only he could hear them, only he could feel the power. That would change soon. W.C- 1020/ Total- 9410/ Post # 9 πΈππππ
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 29, 2018 13:03:44 GMT -5
1073 words "Pirates... again." "Majesty, it appears the automaton's plan did not quite work out as he expected," Captain Fawkes' vocal observation was probably worthy of earning him the nickname 'Captain Obvious', especially considering the fact that he tended to do so out of habit. Whether it was to annoy people, or simply because he believed that sometimes, the obvious needed to be stated, was not clear. "The pirate warrior was wise to engage him at point blank range. Were we to fire the broadside, the explosion would undoubtedly damage the tanker as well as the pirate vessel.""Pirates of any notoriety would have a useful array of intelligent tactics at their disposal," the Suzerain answered matter of factly. "Otherwise, they wouldn't survive for long." Those were the laws of nature in Universe 12. Unsurprisingly, those were the laws of nature here. "Oh!" The Captain cleared his throat again. "It appears we're receiving a transmission from the automaton's position..." He read through the message and chuckled. "They are apparently attempting to inform us that the pirate craft is using the tanker as a shield..." He frowned. "I do believe we've observed this fact as soon as it emerged from the Warp. Majesty, if your guest truly is a hero, dare I say it is because of his brute strength and brute gusto, rather than any use of his central cogitators' processing power."Mynia was quiet. Yes, V3 did seem to have certain issues. He seemed to pick up on things a little late, as this latest incident pointed out. He seemed to underestimate the ruthlessness of his opponent. It wasn't a shock that his gambit failed, of course. There was a very real chance - now verified - that the pirate captain didn't care for his crew. He was also something of a boor. But at the very least, his heart was in the right place. With enough time and conditioning, he might become a chivalrous Knight yet. Though considering this present starting point, it would be far more challenging than Sir Gel, who already grew up with training and societal conditioning in Albarican culture. V3? Was an automaton from this universe, who wasn't only acting like a boor... he was apparently learning to be one. It was a challenge... but not an insurmountable one. The Suzerain nodded to herself. "Yes, that is an astute assessment, Captain. However, if one's heart is in the right place, than it can be used to turn the rest of his behavior in the right way. Would you not say?""Majesty, are you suggesting...""We shall first see what he can do," she cut him off. "This is not a bad start, but it is the conclusion that is critical." For now, she would wait and see what V3 could do against this opponent. If he could not manage it, well... that was why Mynia wasn't putting all her eggs into his basket. They had a job to do, regardless of whether or not V3's heroics succeeded. She opened a second holochannel to Grayvian. "Captain, prepare the Strike Pods. Sir Grayvian, I want you to load up a Contubernium of Knights and a Company of Armsmen. They are to secure the tanker and capture the pirate ship."Both leaders acknowledged her command and began their work. "And Captain.""Yes, Majesty?""If the broadside shells would harm the tanker at range... The MegaLances would probably be better for fire support." When one used the term "Lance", in Albarican parlance, this usually referred to the lances used by Knights on their horses. Powerful momentum-driven weapons capable of piercing most things. But whenever someone attached a prefix to "Lance", MicroLances, MegaLances, and the like... this referred to a type of directed energy weapon mounted on Albarican warships. These fired powerful beams of energy. They didn't explode like projectiles or missiles or ki blasts. Instead, they would punch through whatever it was that happened to be in the way. Shields, armor.. people... That was the sole purpose of these ship Lances. To put holes in things. And they worked exceedingly well. "Understood, Majesty," the Captain bowed. "We shall inform him to be wary of the MegaLances." This battle wasn't over just yet... but it might just turn out for the better... "Yarrharrharr!" Captain Niptur the Gnarly saw the attacks coming. All those delicious ki blasts! This was just like target practice back at base. Only instead of balls, he would be dealing with ki blasts. Drawing his cutlass, the Saiyan began to slice each one apart. It wasn't an original technique, so much a something he'd see on TV every now and then, especially when watching the matches on Space Vegas. That sword-swinging Super Saiyan chick who fought there every Sunday would do this whenever she faced a worthy opponent. Just draw one or both of her swords and slice the ki blasts in half. He never thought he'd actually have the opportunity to try it, but boy, was it fun! He could understand why she loved to do it, though! "Is that all ye got, ya lilly livered lollygaggin-" he apparently said too much and lost focus, as a couple of blasts hit him in the face, comically burning his skin. He growled, as the android finally slowed down and started getting into melee instead. He took the blows as they came, punches, kicks, all super-charged by advanced android technology. It wasn't that he wasn't able to keep up, but his opponent was definitely getting the momentum on him. If this kept up, he might just get hit really hard if he was sloppy... In the distance, the 'battleship' began to show some activity. While it couldn't fire its main guns, it unleashed something else instead: a number of Strike Pods, each capable of carrying a dozen troops, fired into the sides of the tanker like giant space bullets. Over a hundred Armsmen, led by eight Knights, spilled out of the vehicles, and assaulted the pirates who were trying to take the precious Thetarol. Soon after firing the pods, the 'battleship' began to turn. Instead of aligning with its sides, it would line up its bow, where lay a deadly array of MegaLances. V3 would receive a transmission from the ship's Captain, informing him that they were ready to fire on his signal. MegaLances. Powerful energy weapons that could pierce through almost anything with their attacks. Truly a terrifying thing to have pointed in your direction...
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Post by MARK I on Aug 29, 2018 15:13:34 GMT -5
V3 crashed into the Cpt, head butting him in the chest with the force of an 8lbs cannon ball. The plate armor cracked over his left breast under the weight and force of V's blow. The two warriors sprawled to regain there bearings. V3 felt a sharp pain through his side as the Cpt dug his cutlass into his side igniting the inside of the blade. Now aflame with the searing energy of his ki it sizzled as it burned within his body. Grasping his side he placed the blade into his hands and held it there, pressing the blade in between his hands. As the pressure began to increase the blade began to bend until eventually shattering within his hands. Focusing on the captain V floated his body to warp his legs around the saiyan, small tendrils of his blue, ionized blood now floating outwards from his side. Tightening and pulling the villain towards him he took the broken, heated blade still within his hands and stabbed it into the Cpts chest plate, both objects cracking upon impact. Not a very good sword. The Cpt roared in defiance as the pain shot through his entire body. Bringing his hands together and extending them he shot a violent force of energy that shot outward in every direction. V3 did all he could to hold on but it was not enough. The force sent him rocketing away from his opponent over 200 miles an hour. As he blasted through space he quickly braced himself, slowing his momentum to a crawls pace within 100 yards or so, it took more energy than he should have used, more energy then bunny would have advised, he did not ask. He did not want his opponent to get away. " The Captain fawkes wants to fire on the Pirate. We should allow him. It could end this quickly" "What? Ohh yea. Umm...I think we're good bunny, they should try to help the tanker crew." "Roger... My systems read that they have already initialized a plan to do so VE. I t appears that the Knights are winning there battle against the pirate boarding parties. They are now enacting a counter attack of their own." "Oh, good! how's that going?" V3 spoke as he kept his eyes on his opponent maneuvering to cut him off from any egress route he might take but not yet engaging, waiting for a moment of weakness as he readied himself for the next round. "Not enough infromation on that yet. They're waiting on your signal to fire V, don't forget that." "Wha? Ohh yeah yea I got that. Tell them to keep waiting. I think I have a better Idea." "Arghhhhh" Captain Niptur strained as he clutched his chest. "Yur frackin bucket of rust. Im ganna skin yu and put ya back togetha as a coffee maker!"Captain Niptur placed his hand on his scouter and began to insert quick commands into it, calling up one of his crew members while he did so. "Fack this damn fuel. If yee scurvy dawgs have enough den it's time for to give these maties a davies joining!" A grin spread across the Nipturs face. The davies joining was a special tactic, he thinks he came up with himself. Placing their ship behind another ship. They would anchor the two vessels together or attached them somehow, he did not really now how it worked, just the fact that it did (sometimes) work! The pirate ship would then thrust forward at max speed and use the tanker as a make shift ram to slam into the Albracian warship. Niptur always loved the look on his enemies faces when he pulled this stunt. He always loved to see what decisions they made. "Civilized" or not they always, if they could, choose to blast the tankers away in an attempt to save themselves. That was the "Davies" Then came the Joining! The joining was his favorite part of the entire process. While behind the tanker the crew members would a fix a large, Katchin made metal, molded to that of a massive spear point tip and they would (usually) emerged from the debris of the destoyed tanked and slam this point into the other ship. This was not an often used tactic, as it required Niptur's ship to sometimes power on max shields, depending on their enemies ships, and this would be one of those times. The amount of energy he would use up from his batteires meant that the men would not have enough power to make another long distance jump. It meant that if they did not win this fight then they would be stranded. He like putting them against the wall like this. It made then more firece then a pack of ravenous majins, he thought. What his men did not know was that he had extra fuel and booty stored, for himself and a smaller vessel to make the jump in his own cabin, but they did not need to know that, it would undermine a key feature of his tactic. He practically salavated as he began to imagine the rewards, loot, and fame that he might gain from a catch like this. Originally they had come here for some basic supplies, some loot, and a quick rape, but when they say the fuel ship they practically lost their minds and THEN?! the warship arrived and the crew could barely contain themselves. Nipturs expression soured when his scouter informed him of the counter attack that had been launched against them. Furthermore, his scanner picked up a large amount of munitions being aimed directly at his ki signature. "FUCK!" He exclaimed, his hairs now standing to a razors edge. He did NOT! want to get blow to shit in the middle of this cold empty hell. Peering over to the warship he erupted into a blind fury. His men lost? Or they were losing? "By frieza's cock ye be as worthless as a lowborn salty wenches!" He extended his arm and began to fully charge a ki blast two, then three, and suddenly five times his size. Pointing it straight center mass of the enemy ship he began to release as he noticed the Android coming straight towards him now thorugh his perihperal vision. "He, got yee dawg" He said with a stern yet satisfied grin. Side steeping and turning his body quickly he palmed his blast, condensing it into a small hand sized ball of violent and erractic energy. He swung his arm wide towards the android releasing his energy ball off as he would a curve ball or an extended right hook. A blue shield of energy formed around the anroids left body, rebuking the ball of energy and causing it to skid acorss the droids body as it flew off of him and into space. Niptur continued to smile as V3 lunged forward with a series of jabs, uppercuts, and hooks. Ducking and blocking under most of them the Captain shot under V3, his space fighting experience now showing and rose up behind the andriod. He extended his leg and caught V3 in the side with a heavy side kick then quickly wrapped his arms around the android screaming "Ye's a damn fool! and fools be dead!" As he chaotic ball of energy was now redirected towards the android. Its blast smacking into V3, dead center. eurputing into a brilliant ball of chaotic energy which shot through both belligerents violently and caused them to flicker out of view as their silhouettes became engulfed in the brilliant light. When the light died down the Captain was gone. He had used the light and force to cover and propel himself back to his ship as quickly as possible. "Rebooting: Repair process engaged. Intializing "Hero mode" Wake up V3. We can't stay here forever" "What? What happened where are we, did i oversleep?" The conversation took place within his mind. As they spoke everything else around him moved in super duper slow motion. He could see the Saiyan making his escape. He could now hear and see everything Bunny was processing for him. It was a lot, an endless wave of constant information coming in from all angles. She had been keeping track of body counts, fuel reports, munitions, and tactics used by both sides. On top of that of course she had been helping to keep V3 alive. She monitored him and kept his energy core stable as well as kept him awake and conscious. Bunny was doing all of this on her own while he fought a space pirate, in a super hero suit. "This will take about five seconds but then you should be operational. You are not doing so well. You should have taken the captain up on his offer.""ughh... huh? wait what offer?" V3 spoke as the memories of recent events began to creep into him like an unwaking nightmare. "His offer to shoot the pirate out of space with the ship cannons. You forgot, I reminded you." "Ohh yeah...hmm. Well I mean. I kinda had a better idea...""Did that idea involve you getting blown to bits. Because if you did I might be out of a job.""I'm fine" As V3 spoke he noticed the figure of his left leg bumping into his brow, free floating in space, it was shattered into several pieces. "I don't need that, wait did you see that? You can't see that right?""Hehe. Lady Mynia and her men can handle this V worry not, by my calculations they sho..." "No" V3 interrupted. "No no. You should I would be fine. So I am fine. How many seconds has it been?" "May I atleast make a suggestion?" "Of course Bunny! I always listen!" "Can we at least not fly home like this... My job is to kind of sort of keep you safe" "Ohh, yea sure whatever"
Captain Niptur arrived and immdeiatley went to work incinerating opponents. He quickly stood over a position in which his men were placing one of their anchors and began to blast, fire, and taunt any who dared get in his way. His state bolstered his men as they saw he was injured and now he went on full alert. He knew that most of these men would try to kill him themselves if they could but he had hoped that in this deserate siutation of their no one would be stupid enough to try, either way, it would just be another body for him to add on to the pile he had already made. Man after man fell in droves beneath his feet. Before he noticed the problem. "Yee can not be fucking serious! Neptunes beard!" He exclaimed as V3 entered the fray, smacking pirates aside with one punch after another. With the anchor now firmly placed and his own ships thrusters begging to ignite he smiled again. "Yee be to late!" He thought to himself. The two began to make there way towards eachother now. Throwing opponents aside as they did. Though V had lost his leg he had managed to keep himself afloat and steady using his ki. It was difficult and a bit akward but not impossible. He rushed the captain now and the two lock arms together as they began to press there indiviually ki's into the other. The resulting pressure began to sink the ground beneath them. Energy spiraled out of control within 5ft of them in a perfect circle, shocking any who would dare to get to close. "Problem!" Buny's systems were alight with new information now. "We have a problem. I am sending this new information the Captain Fawkes" V3 looked to see what was going on and as Bunny informed him of what their stratgey was V knew he did not have much time. "Bunny! Tell the captain to get those missiles ready!" He hated what he was about to do. his heart raced at the descision he had before him. If he did not do something about this then all of these men would die here. Even If Mynia choose not to blow the Tanker apart, the would slam it into her ship, or if she escaped, the same pirates would probably blow it apart. once they were done with it and without their support V did not think these brave men and women could win on there own. He glared at Captain Niptur now. Angered flared in his expression as they locked eyes. "We are not done" V3 uttered to the Captain. and as he did he unleashed a torrent of energy through his sunglasses and into the Captains face, angelling and redirecting the blast in such a way that he would send the Captain rocketing forward into the orbit of a small nearby moon, where if he was unable to escape the blasted force he would eventually crash land. V3 steadied himself for a moment as the blue blood of his now began to pour and stream out of him from several other locations. Thinking quickly he pooled all of his energy into his core and raised himself to severe the anchors. As he did he began to send messages to the squad leaders of each platoon of men. Asking them to support him as he took care of the ultra heavy anchors. He would take fire from front and backsides as he lifted and unhooked or smashed apart each of the anchors. It took all of the strength and force he had to lift or unhook even one of the anchors, while defending himself from assualts from all sides. He repeated this actions three times. Once he finally finished he jumped into space and allowed the pirate ship to propell itslef forward. There was little he could do about that. There positining was good. It was in a perfect spot to do the job they'd set out to do. V stood his gaurd over both ships as he took numeours blast after blast. Eventually he rocketed himself down towards the small moon from earlier. His plan was to use the moons gravity and his own maximum speed to fly around the moon and slingshot himself back towards the ship. (Bunnies idea). There was a bulky area right beneath the ship which he figured he could hit, one that would either sheer the engines and render them completely useless upon impact or simply allow him to adjust the trajectory of their flight. There was a 95% chance of success. Withing a minute they slamed into the ship, jarring and shaking all of the combatants aboard. It wasn't enough. Though he did manage to adjust the path and angle enough for the ship to eventually slid off the tanker it may not happen in time. In time before the Captain fired on the Tanker or in time before they crashed into Mynia's ship. V3 strained himself beneath the ship as he began to exhaust everybit of energy he had left in his systems. Pulling on even his own emergency supplies for help he began to glow a searing white hot as he started to overheat. As he stared upwards and into the ships thrusters. he got an idea. One that would cost him. Reaching into the ships man thruster he grapsed onto its bottom and began to it downward. Channeling all of his power into his right arm he squeezed and tugged with all of his might, improvising this move as he did until evenntually... The thrusters gave in and adjusted. The ship now began to pull up and away from the tanker. Prates screaming as they were abandoned, and in complete disbelief. The men on the tanker cheering and shouting their war chants of victory. V3 released himself from the Ship as it propelled forward and upwards at max speed. "Bunny... Tell Captain fox to fire on that ship... I can't save those men" As V3 spoke his entire right arm began to peel away and fall apart, scattering into the vacuum as debris. He flew down to the moon now where the Pirate Captain had landed to find him taking a pill of some sort. They could not communicate with each other. Not really but they stared at each other and he could tell the Captain was laughing in complete disbelief. V3 was in no shape to defeat this man. but he was not going to allow him to blast the tanker into pieces, killing everyone onboard out of spite. He knew the man was capable of it. So he reosorted to standing his guard here and defend the tanker to his last. Only time would tell what would come of his desicion. W.C- 2794/ Total / 12,204 / Post# 10 πΈππππ
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