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Post by Yohei, the Child Soldier on Sept 7, 2018 0:44:30 GMT -5
The sound of flesh tearing and being resewn reverberated throughout a metallic, dimly lit hallway. Low cries of agony and weathered screams echoed alongside the horrible noises. A looming figure stood over a desecrated body, still twitching with life. The figure held a large, menacing scalpel on the palms of his hand, humming a soft tune. The rhythm was erratic, as erratic as the heartbeat that the being could detect with his acute sense of hearing emanating from the tortured soon-to-be corpse. A sigh followed the last breath of the wretched creature, as the figure hissed out a few curses. Another failure. Pressing a button, he spoke:
"These pathetic husks lack the quality of my own form. The binding process is completely unsuccessful. Further dissection revealed only..." he peeled back skin, peering into the confines of the creature. The internal organs had hardened, resulting in their failure. "Degradation. Another screaming failure."
He sat back, wiping his bloodied hands on a rag he kept nearby. The rag was tinted with crimson, but he couldn't help but lick the remnants off his fingertips. He was hungry after all. Work had been taxing today. Standing up, he picked up a remote, pressing a small button on it. A harmonious melody of soprano singers with an orchestral tune rang out, the blood covered butcher closing his eyes as they performed. This was a classical piece, from Earth. One of his favorite.
In this moment, the good doctor was having a severe halt in his research. It had been five years since he had successfully bolstered his strength through a harsh series of genetic modifications. His powerlevel before had been as insignificant as a baseline human. Hardly befitting a Saiyan. His whole life had been in books.
Now, through the injection of his own artificial S-Cells, his strength had been bolstered. His physical stature became more imposing, and his dark Saiyan hair shifted to a more fitting golden shade. He recalled in his youth, when he had been lanky and underwhelming. Women rejected him for his lack of strength, intellectuals teased him for his Saiyan heritage. Now? He clenched his fist, bearing his elongated canines. The man named Abura Komatsuna would just as quickly feed on their mangled corpse. The notion made him salivate for a moment, before he got a hold. Oh, that Saiyan hunger. Imagine how much worse it got for a creature like him, more pure than any other lowly simian. Fate was cruel to burden them with a lesser intellect.
Standing to his full, looming height the unnaturally beautiful monstrosity regathered himself. With each failure, he grew closer to success. As with everything in his life, it was inevitable that he would proceed. Such an inexorable approach was undeniable to one such as himself, gifted with genetic superiority. He would liberate these whelps of their flawed genetic structure, assimilating them into his new Saiyan race. If he could find a suitable non-Saiyan candidate to fully convert into a Saiya-jin, perhaps he could further his own strength through the process. This was what he desired above all, now. His lust for power was multiplied incredibly from his genetic alteration, his natural Saiyan instinct to train overpowered by his own methodology for gaining strength. The classical music still played, the piece stretching on and on as many songs of the genre did. He began humming along to it as he made his way down the hall, the music growing more and more distant. Still, he carried the tune, emerging from his hidden bunker with a grin. The air tasted like copper tonight, metallic like blood. Abura knew he would be eating well this evening.
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 14, 2018 13:24:45 GMT -5
A Saiyan scientist? Does such a thing even exist? Appos stared down at the dossie in utter confusion, every so often adjusting his hat as the wind hit his face. Honeydew looked over his shoulder “Hey Boss, what was the targ…” He trailed off as he set eyes on the Dossie. “Oh god, they’re LEARNING?!” Honeydew shouted in a melodramatic tone. Three-Piece slapped the back of Honeydew’s helmet as he came to observe the Dossie. “Yeah, if they get any smarter you might end up being the dumbest thing in the galaxy” Three-Piece retorted. Appos set down the Dossie before standing and gazing down at the city scape below. Their speed made it seem as if the city lights were simple flashes and lines of light. If this “Abura” character was as scientifically inclined as they were led to believe, he could be dangerous. Luckily their job was not to kill or capture. He was one of the leading researchers in underground Genetics with a focus on Saiyans. Unlike his brothers, The MT, Appos knew of their genetic origins. Just another reason to hate himself, he supposed. If the Continuum gained this man’s trust, they would get his research and further assistance in the future. Appos hated diplomacy and he hated Saiyans. He would pull his cloak closer as they zeroed in on the supposed location of the bunker before turning to the rest of his squad. Unlike Appos, who was in full officer regalia, his squad were outfitted in standard issued Powered Armor. It was only a month ago when Appos was encased in Powered Armor, before his untimely death and subsequent reincarnation. “Alright Lemun squad, we have our mission. Abura Komatsuna. Saiyan who fancies himself a scientist. If he is as effective at Saiyan biology as we think he is, he will make an Invaluable investment for the Continuum. This is meant to be a peaceful matter which means no explosives or gunshots. Well, unless it is absolutely necessary. Understood?” The three MT gave a thumbs up. “Let’s move” Appos said before jumping out of the Dropship. *************************************************************************** The halls smelt of blood and decay. Muffled screams, unnoticable by the untrained ear, echoed throughout. Appos held a hand to his chainsword as he passed through the darkened corridors, cautious for any Security measures. They had been ordered to make themselves obvious to avoid any perceived hostility. It probably didn’t help that they hack to hack through three bulkheads before finally reaching Abura’s lab. At the end of the hall saw a large door with computer panels to the right of it. Appos walked to the door and slammed a fist against it three times. “Mr. Komatsuna. I’m sure you saw us on our way in. Apologies for the bulkheads. A greater encryption might be a wise investment for the future. I am here on behalf an organization who wishes to see your work flourish. If you would allow us the courtesy to enter, I think you will enjoy what we have to offer” Appos stood with his arms crossed. While not 7ft 6in like the Hulking Melon Troopers, the Officer did support an impressive 6ft 9in of height. He had obvious Saiyan traits, such as a constant scowl and black hair. But something was very strange about him. As if something had been removed, a lack of arrogance, an air of discipline. Even the most casual observer could note this man was not a full Saiyan. He stood with his arms crossed, legs squared as if he were in formation. “Oh, and you may address me as Appos. Do not mind the others behind me, they are simply a security measure for my safety. We mean you no harm in the slightest” Word Count: 623 Yohei, the Child Soldier
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Post by Yohei, the Child Soldier on Sept 16, 2018 6:56:24 GMT -5
Warning signs flashed on Abura's small tablet. People had entered his base, hacking through his simple security. He needed more Zenni so he could afford better equipment... Phasing from view, the predatory mutant rapidly zanzokened through his base, arriving face to face with the intruders. A hulking man spoke, but a key part stood out to Abura:
"I am here on behalf of an organization who wishes to see your work flourish. If you would allow us the courtesy to enter, I think you will enjoy what we have to offer."
Abura nodded, inviting them in. He removed his bloodied gloves, tossing them in the trash. The scientist eyed the soldiers, his stomach rumbling. They looked appetizing. Still, Abura should hear them out before devouring them. Maybe they could be useful.
Besides, they claimed to mean him 'no harm.' Also, they didn't seem like puppets of Radia. His eyes narrowed as he pointed to a series of chairs, gesturing for them to sit. He changed the volume on the classical music, lowering it. Abura silently made his way over to his desk, reaching in and withdrawing a small bottle from it. It was a potent and old bottle of wine.
He filled several glasses to about a quarter of the top and distributed it to the squadron. He hoped they would reveal the nape of their neck as they removed some of their armor, imagining to flowing crimson essence beneath their skin. "...so. You lot think I could he useful? Not that I disagree, but you understand I am a Saiyan geneticist. What do you have to offer to me, Abura Komatsuna, the most brilliant mind this galaxy has ever seen?"
Abura's eyes scanned the gaggle again, taking a sip of the wine. The doctor imagined that the maroon wine was blood for a moment, letting it date him for just a moment. The hunger was becoming unbearable, unpredictable.
"Because it is clear that I have much to offer you lot."
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 16, 2018 21:52:25 GMT -5
“But of course, Doctor Komatsuna” Appos made sure to bolden the “Doctor” part in an attempt to get on Abura’s good side. The air was ripe with blood and decay, which pervaded the metallic room that the group conversed in. This was nothing like the pristine medical facilities of the Continuum. How many failed experiments due to infection? Contamination? They had much to offer this man. Appos was the only one of the group to take a seat. The others would break the chairs under the weight of their armor. They stood as still as statues. When offered a drink Appos simply rose a hand. “They cannot remove their armor and I prefer Konatisan rum. Now, back to business. I work with a very, well, I guess you could say a nearly omnipotent organization. We have a hand in almost every facet of this galaxies political landscape. And, better yet, we hate the Saiyan race for various yet justified reasons. Due to this disdain, we decided to make them better. Remove all the aspects deemed unnecessary while keeping their greatest strengths intact. The others and I are one of the many results of these procedures” Appos would lean forward.
“What you are attempting to do has already been done”
He would sit back. “But do not let that undermine your accomplishments. We know of the hardships you have faced, how close you have come to succeeding in your own right. You managed to do in almost a lifetime what took hundreds of our top scientists almost 150 years to do. That is most impressive” Appos would reach into his coat and produce a small card. “We have quite a lot to offer you, Doctor Komatsuna. Funding, assistants, previous research which could skyrocket you another 30 years or so. All we ask if for you to go a step beyond. There is no such thing as perfection in total, but that simply means one can improve indefinitely” Appos would smirk. “And the best part of all, ethics can be thrown out the window. We will not judge any action you deem necessary” He would hold up the card “And in the end, you will be the father of the most dangerous creatures this galaxy has ever known. If you decline, so be it. We will leave you be forever. If you accept-” Appos would hold out the card. “-simply take this card. And everything you need will be at your disposal”
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Post by Yohei, the Child Soldier on Sept 17, 2018 6:14:38 GMT -5
The good doctor listened intently, his eyes wild and calculating. These beings were artificial Saiyans, then? They despised Saiyans, yet envied them it seemed. Abura almost laughed at this notion. 'Omnipotence'. As if any organization had such oversight. Still...
Funding. Protection. Assistants. These were all things that he was severely lacking. These beings, too, seemed to exist in a similar vein as himself. The Lieutenant handed Doctor Komatsuna a card, and the scientist toyed with it in his hand for a moment. This was one of those offers you didn't often receive. Queen Radia wanted his head, and if Abura was going to survive in this universe he would need allies...
There was only one issue with the Lieutenant's statement: "There is no such thing as perfection in total, but that simply means one can improve indefinitely."
"...you are misinformed if you believe there is no such thing as perfection. Through the manipulation of genetics, perfection is attainable. 'Perfection' constitutes a perfect body, able to assimilate any beneficial genetic material and react to any threat, external or internal, with extreme prejudice. It represents a form that is flawless, able to reconstitute itself upon death. Undying. It has the incredible aspects of each species that exists in this galaxy, with none of their flaws. A perfect being will exist in this universe before my time is up."
While he spoke, his expression was very serious. He would wait for the Lieutenant to respond to this, then he would speak again.
"On the subject of the elimination of flaws from the Saiyan genome, this is a matter I've researched heavily myself. S-Cells are the source of the Saiyan transfomation known in our legends as, 'Super Saiya-jin.' The largest flaw preventing the Saiyan species from entering a new age is our inability to reproduce with certain species. Imagine, an Arcosian with access to S-Cells. Or even a Namekian, imbued with the raw power and potential of even a lowly Saiyan. The Arcosian body can survive in space and sub-zero temperatures, not requiring oxygen. The Namekian body has an amazing healing factor. Human/Saiyan hybrids have untold potential, the potency of human blood apparent when mixed with Saiya-jin. These attributes would be amazingly beneficial to the Saiyan species, I have been collecting genetic material from various lower lifeforms such as these in my attempt to... rectify such mistakes that God has thrust unto my unfortunate brethren. The Saiyans are simple folk, barbaric and dangerous. Especially to themselves. I intend to correct them on a genetic level as a Species, therefore eliminating the current Saiyan race as we know it. To me, the term 'Saiyan' should represent a being that is the pinnacle of combat prowess and the culmination of the greatest attributes of each race. For this, I require the genetic material of each of the greatest warriors in this universe. Can your 'Organization' help me acquire the DNA I need?"
Abura leaned forward his eyes gleaming with a predatory glare. Part of him wanted to salivate, excited by his own words. Abura desired to create a perfect being, yes, but most importantly he desired this for himself. He imagined feasting on Radia's lifeless form with his many creations, burning her simple wooden throne to the ground. These people recognized his brilliance, in a way that woman never could. He clenched his fist, it shaking as he thought of her. The Doctor finished his glass, standing up and collecting the glasses from his guests and disposing of them.
"My answer is predicated on your response, Appos." he said, grinning menacingly. The doctor clearly was excited.
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Post by Captain Appos on Sept 18, 2018 23:06:37 GMT -5
Appos hated Saiyans with a burning passion. But in this moment, as this freak stared at him with a hungered glaze, he wanted to do nothing more than burn this entire lab to the ground. He would rather save a Saiyan orphanage then deal with this monstrosity of genetic perversion. Just the thought of working any further with this creature tempted him to orbital bombard this entire block just to ensure he- No, IT was dead.
Appos smiled and sat back.
“Of course Doctor Komatsuna. We have agents close to the Rebel factions against the Empire, Agents in the Empire itself” He would lean forward. “We are trained in the assassination or kidnapping of priority targets. If you don’t mind the host subject being dead and just need genetic samples, we can do so. If you want to get personal with the target, we can do that as well. I am sure that the Leadership of my organization would not only be pleased to hear of this work, but estatic in what it entails. For thousands of years they have sought the power of the Saiyans. Yet, the best they could do” Appos would beckon to himself. “Is us. Don’t get me wrong, we are indeed highly effective for what we are. But we want more. If you can do what you promise, we can give you anything you need. And once this is all over with, I assure you that you will get plenty of samples from Radia herself”
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