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Post by T on Sept 4, 2018 10:45:58 GMT -5
It had been far too long a time since he felt the rush of battle.
Immense power, magical prowess, and Ki manipulation at his very fingertips to use and abuse as he wished. He could embark across the galaxy, striking out at foes of humanity and whatever lifeforms he found unworthy of life however he wished. He could traverse between the realms of life and death itself as his leisure. He could make a planet-sized piece of cake and then proceed to cause it to explode into a millions upon billions of little tiny cake portions. But instead he does nothing.
Overwhelming destructive talent meant nothing for him any more. What good is unmatched strength without any context?
He was sure that there were much stronger foes in the galaxy. That being who had just so happened to recently visit this universe, a god perhaps, maybe even an unknown warrior that he had yet to stumble across could bring about a challenge for him. Be that as it may, he had neither met them, nor been involved in a contest of skill for as far back as he could remember. Even if an enemy bearing a much greater position up the scale of might had emerged to challenge another and he intercepted it, it ended up the same as it did before.
That Majin Garbage-Or-Something-Or-Another on Arcose who threatened the life of his previous acquaintance (Etohn ) learnt just how much a shit-brick-diametric ton of punches could hurt. That is, even though the use of ‘diametric’ was completely wrong in that context and was added in simply because it rhymed. He made a mental note to use that phrase in the future. Maybe substituting ‘diametric’ for ‘decimate’ would work better.
A moment was afforded to wonder what ever happened to that Bounty Hunter. Presumably, that man took whatever Capsule-Cola© soda he could stuff into his pockets before blasting off into space- never to be seen again. That would explain why every time he checked the fridge, they seemed to be out of it despite his ability to travel across space and time instantaneously.
Curse that dashing rogue(Etohn ). Curse him and his nice hat too.
Not that he actually would have, but that was the last interesting individual that he had the chance to interact with in person. Often times his servants would be sent out to deal with the masses and whatever other tasks were available- save for stocking his personal fridge regularly apparently. He would go out on his own accord if not for the stance adopted as a secretive power lurking in the shadows and whatnot.
A change of pace could help.
“This introspective section is over.” T declared out of the blue.
Nobody in the room knew the better.
“What?” A skeleton piped up.
“Nothing.” He quickly replied.
S.S Blow Shit Up - Airlock #192
[ ??:?? ]
Luggage conjured. Necessities packed. Illusion set up. All was in place for him to leave the realm. Yet as he stood in that compact metal room, he wondered that if this was truly the right thing to do. The man had left his staff to their own devices many times before. Even then he at least said something along the lines of ‘bye’ before doing so. Doubt began to simmer within the depths of his gut. Maybe he should tell them or ask for an opinio-
CRASH.
A hulking hamster skeleton barged through a five-inch thick reinforced door leading into the room he was located in. Plating had warped and torn at different ends like a can of sardines being ripped open. All of this could be thanked by the huge impact done upon it by said creature. Wondering how it mustered up the power to do so was beyond T. Last time he had checked, the skele-hamster only had a power level of twenty-five thousand or two thousand and five hundred. It was hard to keep track of which was which when making weird creatures every other week.
T stared at it- jaw slackened as his brows furrowed.
“Lord Breaker, we have been looking for you.” The hammed-up skele-ham-hamster spoke through haggard breaths from it’s non-existent lungs. “The preparations for the grand water-ballooning of the Galactic Empire’s home world are almost comple-” Stopping short of his exposition of a new and utterly ridiculous plan created a moment of awkward quiet. “May I ask why you have disguised yourself?”
“Cancel them.” He replied aptly, turning his attention back to his sneakers whose laces were in awful need of tying.
“I beg your pardon, my lord?” Hammo the hamster humbly h-asked.
“I said cancel the plans,” T repeated clearly. “I'm going off to some place- time has come for me to do a thing.”
“But-” A large amount of hamster stuttered as if tears threatened to fall from it’s eye sockets. “But why?”
“Because reasons, that’s why.” Not so much as an explanation, but he counted this as somewhat of a goodbye of sorts. “Jeeves is in charge until I get back.” In other news, Earth’s sky was blue, water is wet, and dragon balls grant wishes. After tying his shoes, the young man stood up straight and nodded towards the ham-on-ster. “Good luck.”
Vshwip.
Streaks of light lingered in the air for a split second following the man’s vanishing act. Any trace of him being there in the first place was now gone. It was but an empty room without the presence of it’s master. ‘Do a thing’ and ‘reasons’ did not give the staff member much to explain at all to it’s coworkers. The most important takeaway from that short exchange was that Cheese was once again in command of all operations while the Lord Breaker was not present. No change there, surprisingly enough. Leaving it all up to his butler to keep the lot of them in shape may have very well just been among his smartest decisions.
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Post by Etohn on Sept 4, 2018 19:44:49 GMT -5
Briiing! Briiing!The blaring sounds of the alarm assault the room it laid in, giving a sense of somethingness in the complete darkness it found itself in. This, however, would prove its greatest downfall. For fulfilling its purpose, it would be struck with the force of a thousand Russian Bears, and since Russia doesn't actually exist, that's quite the testament. With a clap, the lights would slowly come to life in the room, illuminating the bedroom of Etohn Verstoss. As he had only just recently moved in here, there was not any clutter, yet. Aside from the queen-sized bed tucked into a corner of the room, there were a few bookcases filled with important stuff to read up on for his new position. Stuff he was definitely not going to read. Slowly, Etohn drags himself to the edge of his bed, struggling to pull himself from the comforts of his too-high-quality bed. While he would just love to stay in here for a couple extra hours or years or something, he can't really do that anymore. After all, he's the hand of the Queen. He's not just the novice trying to find himself anymore. Now, he has to be like Taro ( Lute). He has to be the next generation's mentor. Shuffling through the room, Etohn makes his way to his restroom, flips a switch on the wall, illuminating the room's blue tiling. At the press of a button, the shower across from him springs to life, steam already beginning to rise from it. This would be the first time he'd bathe with modern appliances in...probably almost a year now. He enjoyed living off the land, but you can only deal with bathing in tree sap for so long. In no rush, the Half-Saiyan reaches into his right sleeve with his other arm, and after the sound of a pair of buckles unclasping, his right arm collapses to the ground, clattering loudly against the porcelain surface. He then easily slips out of his t-shirt, dropping it atop his prosthetic. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse into the mirror in the room. His head shifts slightly to gaze into it. From it, he got a perfect view of the stump that remained of his right arm, the end of it showing signs of horrible burns and scarring. The man drags his feet towards the reflective surface, to look over himself. It had been so, so long since he's done so, after all. 3 faint lines stretched across his chest. The first scars he received after leaving his home, from when he fought Ipomea ( 𝕸𝖞𝖓𝖎𝖆 ). The healing machines nearly perfected sealed the wounds, but the marks still remained, serving as a reminder to him of the raw power those ascended members of his race possess. The next old wound to catch his eye was the splotchy scar on his pectorals and abs. The wounds from when Polaris ( Legume ) fought he and Zarytto. What a fun battle, that was...Finally, his eyes wandered up to the base of his neck. A small mark shaped like a line stretched a few inches across. The incision the doctors of Katchin made. He still vividly remembered their fearful glances as they attempted to repair his throat following his battle with Lord Trombone. The damned guy nearly crushed his windpipe. Now that he had a moment to reminisce on the wounds he's endured over the years, more and more of the old scars caught his attention, all of them with a story behind them. Some of them were happy memories, others saddening, and every range of emotions between them. The Captain couldn't help but wonder if Taro was the same. Was his body covered in the stories of his previous battles, as well? Or were they just marks to remind him of how he was lucky to still be alive? "Man, that's too deep for me..."Shedding his remaining clothing, Etohn enters the shower, conceding himself to shower thoughts instead of thinking about life, even if it's just for a short while. God, showers are relaxing.
The Queen's Gift - BridgeAs Etohn stumbles through the ship, all of his soldiers stop what they're doing to salute him. Like clockwork, they show their respects to their Captain as soon as they notice his presence. The Half-Saiyan hated it. Just one year ago, he would like to think he was a relatively normal soldier, just with a cool title. Now, though, he was a leader. They saluted him because he was their leader now, and that meant that they expected something of him. He had to walk the walk, as it were, and for this metaphor, he was paralyzed below the waist. The most he's done to lead others before was suggest ideas to those more experienced than him. He was honored to be in the position he was in, but he also knew that he isn't quite ready for it yet. Since he had nobody to learn from, he basically would just wing it from here. After stepping into the bridge, like usual, all of his subordinates gave their salute before returning to their regular duties. One Heran attendant broke off from the others, however, to stand before their Captain. "Sir, a status update. While you were asleep, we received a transmission from Katchin. Their request was for you to return there for a mission briefing." Etohn massages the bridge of his nose and groans slightly at the news. Another mission already? It was probably to pop in and speak to the new recruits again. Half of them asked for his signature and the other half damn near fainted at the him. "Uggh, I guess we'll go, then. And here I was, going to pay Ipomea a visit..." It was a tad ridiculous how difficult it's been to get into contact with the Saiyaness lately. If he was told that they went to another universe for training, Etohn would almost be inclined to believe it. "Oh, and before you go, get me some sake; some of the strong shit. I want to have this trip wiped from my memory."Words: 1026 (Total: 1026) T
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Post by T on Sept 5, 2018 11:03:49 GMT -5
Bubbles. Hundreds upon thousands of bubbles lined the walls belonging to the seemingly endless hallway of this section within the dimension. Each screen displayed a different image- some moving, some still. They served as a form of surveillance. Fighters from the various ends of the galaxy were followed by intangible, undetected spirits that projected the feed back to each and every empty orb. The people who were followed appeared to each be in the beginning states concerning a conflict.
Whether they resolved them had yet to be shown to the viewer. An old man stood directly in the middle of the chamber. He watched silently as his hands rested behind his back.
One by one, the images within each sphere flickered and dimmed.
Another brave soul falling in battle. Another villain reaching their goals. Another anti-hero taking a hard decision. Worthless. Worthless, worthless, and finally, worthless. There was no doubt that hardships were faced or they simply had their own flaws. Regardless, the individual sought had to blow expectations out of the water.
A true hero will always find a way. Only a dozen bubbles retained their glow.
“Perseverance ever stands as an admirable trait, Jeeves.” From the entrance of the hall, a skeletal butler spoke his part. He sauntered on next to his coworker to observe the last dozen. “Admirable, albeit a rather futile one for the task at hand.”
To that, the human huffed. “Oh please.”
With a blinding flash of light, what once was a proud Saiyan had been reduced to a dust in the wind. His opponent’s howling laughter trailed off while the ship broke apart from the damage incurred during their duel. The passengers of the spacecraft were flung into space. A massive loss yet again. Another orb turning dark.
“You know just as well as I do that this task is of utmost importance.” Cheese closed his eyes, barely containing a sigh as he shook his head.
Mr. Bones turned his back on the remaining screens. “I acknowledge this.” An ever so light tinge of melancholy could be detected in his voice, yet he quickly corrected his tone while walking back. “Nevertheless, there comes a time for acceptance to set in.” Onwards, he went to the exit. There was nothing left for him to do in this room. “I highly doubt that any amount of surveillance over the northern quadrant will yield a warrior worthy enough to face Lord Breaker.”
“There is no other choice.” Eyelids lifted to reveal the sight of a single bubble remaining. “We have to.”
Every other combatant had been defeated, failed, or displayed some aspect of their personality that was found to be unsuitable. Only one was left now. Disaster had yet to strike. Mettle had yet to be tested. This may very well have been the elder man’s last hope at that point in time. Too much time had elapsed in surveillance each day.
“For Earth.” Cheese took a single step closer to the sphere.
All the others popped simultaneously before dissipating entirely. The last one grew larger, larger, larger still- right until it almost reached the ceiling. Thereafter, the butler spectated the situation closely.
The Queen’s Gift - Distress Signal
“Ca-.. y-u r d -e.. -.l- s!”
The signal cut off. Static and noise was all that got through. An emergency distress signal had been deployed somewhere in the radius of one lightyear away from the The Queen’s Gift. Reception came weak from this announcement. Whatever the passengers were saying, it sounded as if the situation was urgent from their perspective.
S.S Pluto
Not one for lower volume, the ship spanned for eight square miles in total. Overnight, the Capsule-Corp freighter meant for transport of both people and goods somehow managed to turn into a death warrant for it’s five thousand passengers.
Stranded in the void. What a way to go. Famine; among other fates; is said to be one of the cruelest of the lot. It tests the will of man while draining the body of vitality- leaving one prone to various other negative factors that may arise irregardless of one’s state. Such was exactly the case of the crew living in the confines of the S. S. Pluto. As far as destiny was concerned, they all would meet their end sooner or later. One can only hope they get a quicker end.
Three weeks. They have been floating about in space for three whole weeks. Quick thinking, steadfast leadership, and careful rationing allowed the lot to stay alive for this long. In spite of this, doubt began to creep ever faster into their minds. Squabbles started over supplies took place during the second week. Everyone had separated off into cliques and small factions by the third.
Yet, hope had not been lost by their captain.
“Hello, is there anyone out there?” A calm, assertive voice stated out to test it’s luck over the communication system. The owner of said tone adjusted their posture, standing at about five foot and five inches tall. Once more from the top. “Can you read me?” She asked while chocolate lenses peered over at unresponsive scanners “Please, help us!” Desperation grew by the second.
“Just give it up already.” From the opposite end of the room, a man called out. “No one’s coming to help.” He kept himself busy by counting the panels in the ceiling as he laid haphazardly on the side of a bench.
“You don’t know that.” Replied the captain as she shut off comms.
To be fair, nobody did know what would become of the ten thousand. That may have very well been the scariest part of it all. All sorts of folk could show up to respond to the distress signal. In the worst case scenario, the reason for the failure of their transport systems may have shown up to greet them in the first place. No matter what, they were now in the hands of lady luck to toss aside or treat according to her desire.
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Post by Etohn on Sept 6, 2018 15:36:04 GMT -5
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.The impatient tapping of Etohn's finger against his chair is the only thing to break the silence in the room. No soldier dared to start up a casual conversation in the presence of their Captain. Of the few soldiers in the room that could detect power levels, all of them couldn't help but sweat as their young leader's power continued creeping higher and higher, physically feeling it weigh more and more and their bodies. Irritation would do that to a Saiyan, and with how powerful they heard he was, it seemed like it would grow in pressure until it would break the entire ship apart. When it felt like the Half-Saiyan was going to reach a breaking point, the door to the bridge finally opened, revealing the Heran from before carrying an opaque bottle. Calmly, they approached Etohn and hold out the sake towards them. "Here you are, sir. A special brew from my home world." Below his fingers, the writing "PIRATE'S BREW" were written proudly on the side of the bottle. Etohn regards the man for a few moments, leaning forward in his seat to look them over. The Heran seemed to be somewhat strong compared to a common soldier, probably having a power level around 10,000 or so. By that point, they surely would have mastered the ability to sense people. The Dominion's training regimens also included such vital skills in part of their curriculum. Then why was he unfazed by his power? Slowly, Etohn reaches outwards and pulls the drink to him before placing it on the arm of his chair. Etohn sighs as he relaxes back into his seat, instantly suppressing his power to a far lower level, and like clockwork, all of the other soldier's postures slightly loosen up, even the assistant's. So they could sense him, it seemed. "You, Heran," the man says as he points towards them. "Why did you join the Dominion? While you were getting my drink, it's kind of been bothering. Most people hate our kind, and yet here you are, working under a Saiyan, doing busywork, and probably getting treated like shit by your cohorts here. What makes it worth it? Enlighten me."A hushed silence falls over the room, everybody in the room freezing up aside from the pair speaking to each other. What Etohn said held some truth. Non-Saiyans are not looked upon favorably, and even if they prove their worth as a soldier, they are usually pushed to auxiliary roles. After all, even though they may be strong, there's no way they can improve as quickly as a Saiyan can, and no other race can compare in terms of natural talent. What would be an elite warrior for other civilizations is nothing more than a common office worker here, in most cases. The Heran closes his eyes, pausing for a minute straight as he regards the question. Eventually, though, his response was fully formulated, and he answers. "It is because of you, sir."Etohn raises an eyebrow at the statement, sitting up slightly more in his chair as he asks, "Me? Care to explain a bit more?""Do you recall when you went to Hera?" As he speaks, his stoic expression begins to soften. "You and that Frost Demon cur defeated our Princes in open combat, with you nearly singlehandedly defeating the greater of the two.""Oh yeah! That!" The gruff demeanor Etohn was putting on before was immediately broken, his usual, cheery expression coming back to the surface. "Man, that was a long time ago. What a fun fight." Surprised the silly change in demeanor, the Heran couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the childish reminiscence of his commander. "Pfft, yes, that was an enjoyable battle to spectate. But yes, I joined the Dominion shortly after then, after the Princes were revealed to be the weaklings that they are. Ever since then, I've been working my way up just to meet with you again.""Oh yeah? Well, uhh, nice to see ya. Say, what's your name?""Satsu, sir.""Well, Satsu," he says, as he claps them on the shoulder, nearly knocking them over with his strength, "what say you to personally helping me out on our next mission? You've got the guts to talk to me, after all.""Th-thank you, sir." A small grin comes to Satsu's face, which can't even come close to expressing the joy he feels at being able to working with his model. "Heh, just call me Etohn."
Some Time Later"Sir, there's an incoming distress signal. Should I-" Etohn cuts them off by pressing a button on the console in front of him, accepting the transmission. While the Soldier sulks at being essentially ignored, the young Captain brings up the call, allowing it to play. “Ca-.. y-u r d -e.. -.l- s!” Then, the sound would suddenly cut out, with an error message coming up to notify the crew that the connection was lost. Whoever it was that sent out the signal, they sounded distressed, and that was more than enough to force Etohn's hand. "Hey, we're changing course. Go to the source of the transmission.""B-but sir, what about our orders from Katchin?" At this, Etohn scratches his chin, thinking of what to do for a brief moment. "Hmmm...I've got an idea."
Katchin - Communications CenterFrom a center console in the room, a hologram of the Queen's recently appointed Captain, Etohn Verstoss, fizzles into sight. Currently seated in the room was an assorted group of the Dominion's most well regarded advisers, all who acknowledge the Half-Saiyan's call with a slight nod of their heads. "Captain Verstoss, this call is a bit sudden. Has something occurred that prevents you from returning?" The hologram shakes their head and makes a dismissive gesture with their hands. "Nope, was just calling to tell you that I'm not going back."The entire group simultaneously would scowl at the news, with the speaker from before snarling back, "We would appreciate you to speak in a way more befitting of your position, especially towards us, and your request to not return is denied. You are to return immediately. Is that understood?" The last few words were slowly enunciated out, anger clearly lacing every syllable. Pretending to consider this, Etohn holds his chin and gazes upwards, making a loud "HMMMMMMMMMMM." as he does so. "Well..." Etohn turns back towards the advisors, flipping up the middle finger of his left hand at them. "Nah, fuck off. Oh, and you all are ugly as fuck." Then, without another word, the transmission cuts out. Words: 1100 (Total: 2126) T
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Post by T on Sept 7, 2018 12:27:15 GMT -5
Aboard the S.S Pluto - TimeframePing. Giving up hope was for those who had little of it in the first place. There was nothing left for them to do but hope. They tried everything they could. Plans were made by the greatest minds available to them onboard. Fuel conservation took place until the space-craft came close to a more commonly traversed hyperspace route. All in the name of pushing further on prior to running completely out of fuel. All along the journey, the distress signal was sent. Even as they encroached upon the route, the message sent out had missed even the closest vessels by lightyears. Every day they spent formulating a strategy, their energy reserves dwindled. Every hour they used attempting to reach out to Earth, their stamina diminished. Every second they argued among one another, their mental states decayed. Ping. Ki enhanced warriors did their best in attempting to lend aid in remedying the situation on board. To traverse the emptiness of space without their company was careless at best, and dangerously stupid at worst. It was a given that; at any time, any place, and from anywhere; the freighter could be attacked. Shielding systems coupled with automatic turrets could only do so much against a relatively sizeable threat. That being said, their task laid not in deployment as units. Energy was of a far greater priority in the crew’s challenge. To supply the aforementioned potential to their ship in addition to the already depleted reserves, every last person inside of the craft who was capable of channeling latent power transferred almost all of their personal Ki to the systems. And so, the first five hundred out of ten thousand were put out of commission- all sent off to the hospital wing of the S.S Pluto to receive immediate medical attention. Their sacrifice went down as a beacon of hope at the very start of their first week after the event. Ping. Though an example was set for more to follow suit, questionably intelligent discourse took place. Some called them fools for putting their bodies on the line just to bring them a few miles closer to the route. Others were inspired by their gesture, giving their hands up to the commands of superiors for whatever tasks possible to help with. Progress was made for the sake of their lives. Nevertheless, their efforts were short-lived. By the end of the second week and the beginning of a third, their supply of food stood at a tenth of what was originally possessed. Relatively intelligent discourse devolved into full blown arguments and scraps. The crew members were only so lucky that no Ki users were in any healthy state to bicker amongst one another. Any damage wrought from infighting between even warriors of their calibre had the potential to detriment the lives of everyone on board the S.S Pluto. Regardless, the battles waged over sustenance or other petty conflicts succeeded in putting a substantial thousand more into stretchers. Even space in the hospital wing became a resource they were running out of by the day. Said wing was declared as a neutral zone by the captain of the craft for all parties involved. The eight thousand and five hundred people that remained somewhat able-bodied split into three different factions. Ping. The first of which was the crew mates of the freighter. Being composed of the least among all three groups, they accounted for one thousand humanoid species of all sorts- some more human than others. Lead by their stalwart captain decisively remained their style of operation throughout the entirety of their journey and over the three weeks. Keeping the peace, accounting for resources, and taking care of the passengers were all within their jurisdiction. Next were the general passengers who came along for their own reasons. Whether their motive lay in travel, work, or other more dubious reasons, they elected to keep their six thousand selves to; well; themselves. They would neither aid, nor detract from the goals of the crew mates unless kindly asked or provoked. Presently, all they wished to do was get off the S.S Pluto. And last but oh-so-certainly not least, one thousand and five hundred passengers-turned-extremist-survivalists adopted a hostile stance. All of them were most definitely on board because of the cheap travel methods. Nearly all of them were armed with whatever they could get their hands on. Most likely all of them were crazy in one way or another. Now if the last sentence was true, that would mean that one thousand and five hundred insane people had somehow slipped past the crew mates of the craft in background checks, luggage checks, and mental health checks. You would be quite right in assuming that was exactly the case.
Main Control DeckPing. “Seriously.” Huffing out loud, the man who rested as his captain worked spoke up once more. “Shell, how did one thousand and five hundred horribly harebrained aliens get past our screenings?” To that, the captain did not have any good answer. “Probably the same way optimism managed to evade you for the past fifteen minutes.” She did have at least one good answer, surprisingly enough. Though it did not fulfil any reasonable expectations. “Could you get up and help me sometime in the next century?” Shell focused on the scanners, desperately watching every wave go by. The fate of her crew depended on it, after all. “Jeez- what’s the point?” He rolled over on his side. “Come on and grow up alrea-” Pong. Up and off his feet, the captain’s crew mate leapt. He tumbled lightly onto his knees in the abrupt rush as soon as he heard the scanners pick up a vessel heading their way. After doing so, knees shuffled swiftly across the floor to bring him closer as a peek over at the dashboard took place. “Oh.” Was all that broke free from his lips. “Ohhhhhhhh- oh. Ohhhhhh, my super kami god.” ( Word Count : 1,017 ) [ Total Word Count : 3,055 ] Etohn
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Post by Etohn on Sept 8, 2018 14:22:15 GMT -5
6 Months Prior - Planet Shizen "Etohn boy! What took ya!?"A thin, decrepit Xeno stood atop a hill, his foot stamping impatiently as he waits on his student. "Ahh shut the fuck up! If you want me to hurry, stop making me carry so much!" barks back Etohn. During this time, his clothing laid in tatters upon his body, with no prosthetic to speak of on his right arm. Mud caked his body, and leaf-bandaging covered a good majority of his body. Hoisted up on his back was a comically large pile of logs, easily the size of a building. Sweat poured down the Half-Saiyans body, the exertion of carrying that much beginning to strain him. It wasn't because of how weak he was, however. No, on this planet, he can't use his ki, so he is forced to rely entirely on the ambient energy all around him, which is much more difficult to manage than one would expect. "Don't speak to me that way, boy! Now hurry along before something attacks us again! I don't want to have to save you again." Turning on his heel, Fushi begins making his way further into the jungle. With a huff, Etohn readjusts the straps holding the container in place on his back before pressing forward. The sound of buzzing in the air is deafening, with colossal insects zipping all around the tree-cover above them. Having been stuck here for so long, the sound was no longer as irritating as it once was, and now even gave him a sense of comfort. It wasn't because it felt homely or anything dumb like that, though. Wherever there was a bunch of insects, there was usually a lack of any predators that would want to make a meal out of him. The bugs were the top dogs, after all. While the pair steps over the fallen trunk of a tree, the older Xeno turns to Etohn. "Etohn boy. I know ya don't like me asking you about it, but what are ya planning to do after we finish your training?""Oh, not this again..." he groans. "Look, I'm still trying to figure stuff out. No point in worrying about all of that when I could be spending that time training here, right Fushi?"Stopping in their tracks, Fushi puts a hand on the youth's shoulder, bringing him to a stop, and forces them to turn and face his deep, crimson gaze. "Stop avoiding it, boy. You and I both know that you haven't improved at all ever since we started. I know Saiyans can live just for a good fight. They're a simple people. You're different, though. Ya don't seem happy. I could train you forever, and ya wouldn't improve at all if ya try to act like what you're not. So tell me...What do ya want to improve so much for?"
The Queen's Gift"Sir, there's another message from Katchin." "Man, could you just turn of our communications? They're just gonna keep trying to contact me to chew me out, so no real point in caring about it." Etohn pinches the bridge of his nose. If only being a Captain didn't involve the stupid stuff that went along with it... "Very well, sir. Any exceptions to that you'd like to make?" The Saiyan asking knew that he, and the rest of his crew, would likely also be punished for Captain Etohn's actions. He'd be lying if he said he regretted it, though. The council were always a bunch of uptight pricks, so seeing their Half-Saiyan leader fearlessly speak up to them was a bit euphoric. "Uhhh...Queen Radia, and...the source of the distress signal. Speaking of..." From through the space-windshield, a black dot off in the distance began causing the pane to activate its UI, outlining it and recognizing it as a space vessel, and a big one at that. Seems like these were the poor saps that were stuck out here. "Captain, we're almost there. Is there anything you need me to do?" Satsu asks, dutifully standing at Etohn's side. While he was not expecting it so soon, this was the promised mission in which he'd accompany his hero. He was practically shaking in his boots from excitement. "Uhh..." Etohn ponders what to actually do at this point, having not really thought this act through at all. "Oh, get the space suits ready. Might need to do some work on the outside of their ship, or maybe there was a leak." Here he was. Etohn, leading a crew, on his way to save people. To be a hero. And god, did it feel good. Words: 774 (Total: 2900) T
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Post by T on Sept 10, 2018 8:27:52 GMT -5
The captain’s eyes lit up with hope. What once was filled by the weight of ten thousand lives, now stared anxiously at the beeping scanner. One last shot to get everyone to safety. One last shot to make things right for the crew. She would take it without a second thought, albeit hesitantly as she saw what appeared to be a rather familiar looking craft headed towards them. A notorious sight among the denizens of the galaxy.
Immediately, a finger darted down to enable communications for the rest of the staff. “Alright, so I have good news and bad news.” Better to start off strong by bringing up their morale by a great deal. Sweet before sour, after all. Or was it sour before sweet? The memory proved elusive at the time. “Good news is that a vessel has picked up on our distress signal, and they’re heading here right now.”
Comms erupted into a sea of roaring cheers. Comrades locked arms, broke down, and even cried out in joy at the mention of their incoming saviours. The first good thing to come of being deserted for three weeks in space had just about that effect on them.
“But what’s the bad news.” Squeaked out a mumbling tone over the communication system.
“Oh, yeah.” The captain paused for a moment. She took this time to rub her forehead with her right hand as she contemplated on how exactly to deliver the rest of the information. “Bad news is that it’s a Saiyan Space-craft.”
Silence- nothing but silence and faint ambient bleeping could be heard.
Then, the same mumbly tone screamed out in terror. “We’re ALL GOING TO DI-”
“Shut up, peanut!” Slamming her right hand onto the metal frame of the dashboard, the captain commanded the following. “Bottomline is that I need all of you to work with me on this- especially you, peanut.”
A high pitched peanut whimper was heard over the line.
S.S Pluto - Docking Bay
Thick metal plates shifted aside to allow entry for a ship to enter the behemoth of a vessel. Airlocks sealed in four layers for added insurance against the vacuum of space while the area remained open. Once the preparations were complete, the captain reached out via a comms link from the main control deck.
“Greetings, strangers.” A simple ‘hello’ would have done, but she wanted to sound somewhat formal. “Couldn’t help but notice you lot steering right at us, sooooooooo.” And just like that, all formality had been jettisoned in a fashion akin to the air out of the docking bay. “Are you here to like, help help?”
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Post by Etohn on Sept 11, 2018 13:48:26 GMT -5
With the crew getting going through their preparations for boarding the massive ship, Etohn would lean back into his chair, trying to relax and calm his mind. He wanted to have the utmost mental clarity while on this unknown ship. While this could be a simple task, it could just as easily turn into a catastrophic war zone where a single mistake could get somebody killed. Etohn could handle damn near anything that could be thrown at him, but caution was never a bad thing. The sound of the door opening nearby caused Etohn to shift his focus to it. From the entrance came Satsu, who promptly saluted his Captain again before reporting, "Sir! The suits are all prepared in the airlock. Anything else that I need to prepare?" Waving dismissively towards them, Etohn responds, "Nah, you're fine. All ya need to do now is play it by ear. There's gotta be a reason for them sending out a signal like that, and if you're not careful, stuff could get nasty. Just stay close to me." Turning back forward, he projects his voice to address the rest of his crew. "And you all. Be sure to stay on here. Since we're from the Dominion, they may not appreciate a bunch of soldiers strutting onto their ship. Just keep the radar up and notify me if there's anything suspicious going on. I'm counting on you all."Stopping all that they were doing, the crew stand upright, slamming a fist to their chests and sounding off their affirmation. With a satisfied nod, Etohn rises up from their seat and motions for Satsu to follow him. The pair make their way for the airlock, quickly outfitting themselves in a suit.  The design was obviously not Saiyan in origin, and it was not something properly equipped for combat encounters. Since they were just here to help out the distressed passengers of the ship, though, they obviously wouldn't need a bunch of armoring or weaponry. At least, they shouldn't. A small dinging rings out from within Etohn's helmet. Seemed like he was already going to test out his inbuilt radio system. With a UI popping up upon the glass shield, he uses his eyes to guide the system, accepting the call. It seems like the message was coming from the ship in front of them, and they were questioning whether the ship was actually willing to help. A valid request. "Oh, don't worry," he responds, his voice being transmitted through the ship back to what he assumed was the captain of the vessel. "Just here to get in my good deed for the day. Just explain what's wrong, and how we can get something accomplished here."Words: 451 (Total: 3351) T |
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Post by T on Sept 12, 2018 11:07:44 GMT -5
“Right, straight to the point.” Out of the awkward frying pan and into the expository fire. Collecting herself, she inhaled deeply through her nostrils before speaking on the comms. “Approximately twenty days, six hours, and fifty five seconds ago, we were hit by-” The captain froze with a timing too perfectly dramatic. In actuality, a moment was required as the lady attempted to figure out what exactly to name the intergalactic horror they encountered. “A thing. We were hit by a thing.”
They were hit by a thing.
Unheard by communications, the first mate spoke up in the background. “You have an entire language at your disposal and you choose to describe the cause of our almost imminent, collective demises as ‘a thing’?” He asked with disappointment seeping out of every pore of his body.
It did not go unnoticed by her, yet it was ignored. Or at least she attempted to ignore him. “Here.” With a tap of her index finger against the holo-screen, a data file was sent over- able to be accessed or declined according to Etohn’s wishes.
“This thing.”
Data-file γ-#008  ‘Thing’
“Previous scanning charts indicated that it simply arrived on scene, attempted to perform some kind of attack on the ship, and then proceeding to leave.” Shell pinched the bridge of her nose. The situation confused her more than anything else she had seen in space. “I guess if reports of missing ships in the area are anything to go by, it has been doing just that.”
“So it’s kind of like your mom.” First mate Saf spoke out of the blue. While he was not on the comms, he was definitely heard by his captain.
Without thinking, the captain parroted after him. “So it’s kind of like m-” She stopped herself short in the nick of time. “Please excuse me for a minute.”
Communications were disabled momentarily. Malice, rage, and an intense amount of malevolent intent filled the room. Shell turned around slowly on her chair to stare silently at the sloth of a person lying down on a conveniently placed couch in the main control room. “Saf, I swear to mega-kai that if you ever do that again-”
“Jeez!” He scattered to his feet quickly- eyes wide with fear as he apprehensively raised his hands. “Fine, fine, fine, fine.” Backing out of the room, first mate Saf bumped into the metal wall next to the door. He tried again to no avail. And again. Third time was most definitely the charm as he succeeded to walk past the metal entrance.
But right before Saf left, he held his index and middle fingers up in front of his chest. Double inverted peace signs. “Duces.”
Unbelievably enough, Shell endured the urge to jump out of a space-window. “Sorry about that,” she said after reenabling the communication system. “Technical difficulties.”
“Anyway, we only managed to survive by using all of our fuel to create a massive energy overload with pinpoint accuracy.” Pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo was definitely being told there. Whether how she explained it was legitimate or not floated up in the space-air. “And in doing so, repelled the thing away.”
In short, they shot it with quite literally everything they had.
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Post by Etohn on Sept 13, 2018 16:26:53 GMT -5
"...a thing?" Shortly after expressing his confusion at the absurdly vague description, a short amendment to that ambiguity was made in the form of a picture. Quickly pulling up the message they sent, Etohn got a quick look at "that" thing they were speaking of. With it sitting in front of his eyes, there was only really two things he could deduce. The first was that it looked a lot like something Shale Evans could turn into. The second was that this really couldn't be described as much more than "thing." It looked like a galaxy had a picture taken of it, then after printing off that picture, it was wrapped all around a mannequin before having edgy, black flames put onto the mess. "Yep, definitely a thing. Your thoughts, Satsu?" Turning his frame to face his partner, as his bulky helmet made it impossible to actually just angle his head towards him, he motions for the Heran to answer. "Indeed, sir. That really is a thing they've got there." Given that the man has not fought Eldritch horrors as his Captain has, he had absolutely nothing else that made sense for describing what was forwarded to him. His first mission, and he already has no idea what he's actually dealing with. Coming back from some technical difficulties, the captain continued, explaining how, after using up all of the ship's resources, they managed to save themselves from immediate destruction and are instead doomed to a slow, painful destruction. How quaint. "So...is that "thing" still a concern? Or can I just, like, push your ship somewhere?"While it was a ridiculous claim, Etohn was fairly confident in his strength, and since in space there wasn't any resistance to movement, so long as he could actually move the thing, he could theoretically get it to some nearby planet. Words: 307 (Total: 3658) T
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Post by T on Sept 16, 2018 8:35:21 GMT -5
“It could be a concern.” Shelly admitted with little confidence.
The threat of a returning entity could be a problem- a major one at that. Presumably, the arriving ship’s defence systems were nowhere near the capability that a vessel needed to project a shield wide enough for all of them. Or maybe it did. Maybe the entirety of it was simply a surprisingly large force-field projector. One could only muster so much hope for such an outrageous notion. The captain could not imagine how they would survive this situation if the being made another arrival.
Next in place for an absurd notion would be the man’s claim that he could apparently push the Freighter somewhere else. Even if he could somehow manage to budge a hundred over metric tonnes somewhere else, there was no guarantee that doing so would not place an extreme pressure upon metal platings and damage the ship. In addition to that, they might just burn up on entry in a planet’s atmosphere without the right landing procedures.
What they needed was energy- plain and simple.
Though, she could not even bring herself to ask for that much. There was little to no chance that such a tiny Saiyan craft possessed the fuel or Ki energy required to budge the Freighter by more than a lightyear away. Better to save the lives of a few than risk having all of them lost in the process.
“So, how much space do you have on your vessel?” Asked the captain abruptly. This was the last thing she could do for both crew and passenger alike. “I appreciate you coming here to help, but it seems that there’s little you can do on here except for bringing some people to the nearest friendly planet.” Her eyes looked down upon the scanner as it continued to indicate the Queen’s Gift floating nearby.
“As I said before, we’re all out of fuel, and-”
Bleep.
Another entity approached.
Ki can be such a curious thing. This ‘latent power’ or ‘life force’ has been attributed the name ‘Ki’ by ancient martial artists on Earth. One can find it a little strange that a centralised term was not created by the many cultures and general denizens of the stars.
“That thing is now a concern.” Announced the captain abruptly.
[ The Thing Arrives Next Post ]
Roll 1d100+[Appropriate Skill] for what you attempt to see how well it goes through.
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Post by Etohn on Sept 17, 2018 22:36:13 GMT -5
So, the weird space-thingy they blasted away could actually come back. Not only could it come back, but from how it sounded, it was probably still dangerous as shit. That's a problem when this ship used everything it had to stop it last time, and could now no longer do so. A big problem. The kinda problem where Etohn will actually have to use super-duper powers to fix it. Just as the Captain was about to talk about how they were entirely out of fuel and probably other very important facts, they interrupted themselves to say that the anomalous thing had appeared again. What convenient timing. "Aww sweet, that means I don't have to worry about it popping up randomly now. Ya'll just sit back and watch as I take care of it. It'll be done in a cinch." Jumping up from his seat, Etohn presses his hand to a nearby display, his hand print being scanned through his space suit before opening up the ship's hatch. Shifting in his seat, he reaches out towards Etohn, a futile effort as the Half-Saiyan begins bounding down the steps and making his way into the massive ship's airlock. Pushing himself upright, he follows after him, calling out to his captain. "Sir, I don't think this is a good idea. If this thing is as dangerous as these people say it is, then we probably shouldn't be joking around right now.""Pfft, why would I be joking around? Whatever this ship could output probably isn't as much as what I can. Probably. So, if it took them all they had to get it out of here, I just need to do the same thing, and then we can give these guys some power or something. Let's play it by ear, alright?" Even past the darkened lens on his suit, Satsu could tell that there was a big, dumb grin on Etohn's face. Still, while they were confident, the Heran still wasn't quite sure. "So, uhh, my captain has decided that he's going to handle the thing himself. Is there anything he should know about it before he tries?" Asking this ship's captain the question, Satsu hoped that some extra info could be gleamed about how to best go about this. Even if Etohn could somehow output more energy than this entire ship could even hold, he could only try to support them as they went about their merry way. "Man, you worry too much. I've got this." Waving a hand dismissively at Satsu, Etohn begins condensing a small mass of ki in his other one. With a flick of his wrist, it goes soaring into the wall of the ship, and rather than bursting on impact, it would begin phasing through the metal, and somehow end up on the outside of the ship, without even a mark befalling the ship. "I'll keep the comms up so we can keep talking, and just tell me if anything important comes up. Oh, and maybe they'll finally let you inside the ship to start helping while I handle this." "S-sir, I don't thi-" He cut his own words short, not because he shed his doubt on Etohn, but because after poking his helmet, the man just vanished. It wasn't some incredibly fast movement, or some invisibility. No, he was just gone. Satsu whips his head around, trying to see if a fast one had been pulled on him, but the airlock had a distinct lack of his captain. "Okay, I'm outside," came the familiar voice of the Half-Saiyan. If there was any way of viewing the outside of the ship by this airlock, one would be able to confirm this statement of his, as Etohn was just floating alongside the small ki ball he sent out earlier, expectantly glancing around the vacuum of space, trying to spot the "thing." RollsSpot Check (Reflexes): pz|mLt4w1d100+40Words: 648 (Total: 4306) T1d100+40 |
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Post by T on Sept 19, 2018 10:08:54 GMT -5
The Wheel Of Fate Is Turning 0OiRMttR1d100
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