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Post by Zerori on Oct 8, 2018 14:35:17 GMT -5
(Earth, West City Docking Bay, Early Evening)Some time had passed since first arriving on Earth, her first mission so far going swimmingly as she had recruited a local to help find the targets she was sent here to bring in. Already, this mission was giving her a headache and she’d hoped that – in spite of being little more than a glorified prisoner among the ranks of the Ultramarines – if requested she could get some supplies to assist with the mission. However, her expression a clear indication by the scowl on her face, it didn’t seem likely to happen. She was sat in her ship, fully docked and registered after some persuasive convincing from the offices, with the communications set to call out to the base back on Mitra. What did she get for all her ‘initiative’? Radio Silence. With a cringe-worthy crunch, she turned off the transmitter that was sending out her call and threw herself back into the cushion of the chair with a low-throated growl. “How the fuck am I supposed to find these assholes without sensors, crime files or even access to their DOSSIERS!” With a yell, she picked up a can of the native alcohol and chucked it as hard as she could out of the cockpit. The resounding ‘clang’ as it hit the dock was only marginally satisfying. As seconds passed, Zerori felt her ire ease off into a dull roar of annoyance before she made to press the transmitter again. Only this time, there wasn’t even a response from the system. Zerori blinked in confusion once, twice, before she looked down to see an ugly jigsaw of lines where she’d warped the interface. Her face fell, red eyes losing their glow with the realization that she had to get the repaired now. “…Shit.” Now she was stuck… on Earth… without communications for an undetermined amount of time. Words: 316 Pepa
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Post by Pepa on Oct 8, 2018 15:08:09 GMT -5
Spaceports are wonderful places for those with an eye for spaceships. The transports there come in all shapes and sizes. Some ships are ostentatious in their size and scale; some are smaller, but kept in such meticulous working order that they are works of art in their own right. Others are workhorses; civilian transports or frigates for shuttling goods and people from place to place in stolid, reliable fashion.
And then there’s The Frypan.
In all the galaxy there may not be a more depressing bucket of bolts which dares to call itself a ‘spaceship’. The rusted hulk came soaring through the sky like the sputum of some vengeful God wreaking disgusting vengeance on the port. Fire blossomed across the bottom of its hull, the ship’s rusted exterior somehow managing to survive re-entry for the thousandth time as the ship came to a stuttering halt above the empty docking bay next to Zerori’s vessel.
If Zerori thought she had problems with lack of supplies, this machine might just make her feel better. Whoever owned it clearly didn’t even have the coin to get themselves a proper ship, let alone stock it.
Only, when the outer hatch in the roof of the machine opened up, it was a woman wearing the unmistakeable armour of a Saiyan Elite who came clambering out the top of it. Eschalot stood astride The Frypan as though she were the proud Captain of a vessel just as worthy and beautiful as every other out there. The smile on her face said it all; she was just so darn happy to be here.
“Earth.” She said, with a sharp nod of her head, as though affirming that she had, in fact, made it to the blue and green bauble. “I don’t know what all the fuss is about, a planet named after dirt, but sooner or later, it seems like everyone finds their way here.”
She herself was curious to see just what was going on here these days. Humanity was fast expanding, making a name for itself, but at the same time, their home planet had been wracked by all kinds of terrors, and the average human was one of the weakest specimens in the whole galaxy. There had to be something special about this place, right? Otherwise, there was no reason to suppose that they would keep making galactic headlines.
She just couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out what it was.
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Post by Zerori on Oct 9, 2018 15:57:13 GMT -5
Zerori was well into a thunderstorm of thought as she ran through her options for how to get in touch with home base, when the obscenest racket of thrusters and metal scoring against metal caught her attention. The clean, well maintained, tarmac that had been vacant for the next ship was violated by the (and this was being generous) junker that took place upon it. From inside the cockpit, Zerori stared in awe as the ship powered down – or had it shut down? – and rested quietly beside her. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this was some message sent from the Kais to taunt her into thinking that she had best be grateful for the luck she had or suffer the same fate as the person that would appear from this ship. Too bad the being that emerged looked wholly unaffected by the state of her ship. Zerori narrowed her eyes on the attire that they sported, easily able to glean the colors and style of Saiyan Dominion. After emerging from the ship, radiating positivity that nearly had the hybrid gagging, she spoke to seemingly no one but herself. To that, Zerori couldn’t help the overdramatic scoff and potentially rain on this woman’s parade. Sliding the door of the cockpit away, Zerori leaned out to sneer at the woman, “Yeah, there’s a reason everyone seems to get here at some point in time,” She started, finishing with a laugh. “-This is the end of the line for most!” When her laughter calmed to a chuckle, Zerori hoisted herself out of the seat and climbed to the top of the ship to walk upon it. Ostentatiously, she looked over the other woman’s ship before she crossed her arms matter-of-factly and looked back at the woman. “How in the seven hells did you manage to survive in this thing through re-entry? Looks like it might shatter in pieces if I even kicked it…” Facetiously, she was tempted to try doing just that and see how the metal might fare against her strength. Words: 348 Pepa |
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Post by Pepa on Oct 10, 2018 3:09:53 GMT -5
Eschalot cast a dark look at Zerori as the woman made disparaging comments about her ship. She, too, recognised the armour that the woman was wearing. Of course, whilst many in the Saiyan Dominion might attack an Ultramarine on sight on general principles… Eschalot was not, in fact, part of the Dominion, and the fact that Zerori wasn’t immediately attacking her meant that things could remain somewhat calm.
They might even have been completely chilled out, if she hadn’t said mean things about The Frypan.
“It might not look like much, but this ship has been around for nearly a thousand years.” She replied, folding her arms across her chest. “It has more redundant systems than you could count. It might not be glamorous, but I’d trust this old workhorse to get me where I need to go better than any of the shiny new crud being churned out these days. All those ships just look like electric razors anyway.”
If Zerori was upset by the positivity that Eschalot had been demonstrating, there’s no risk of that being the case any longer. In defence of her ship, the Saiyan’s voice had taken on a much harder edge, and she was clearly unimpressed by the ‘threat’ to give the transport a kick. Not that she was too worried about Zerori inflicting significant damage on it – as she had said, the ship could take a licking and keep on going, that was the point of it – but it showed a level of disrespect that she found quite irritating.
Under normal circumstances, she might well have just… let it go there. She didn’t particularly like the Empire, but she wasn’t in a hurry to confront it unless she saw active signs of its malevolence. Zerori had managed to rub her up the wrong way, though, so now the Saiyan Elite came floating over towards her, arms still crossed, and expression still terribly severe.
“What are you doing on this planet, anyway?” She asked, giving the woman a rather critical look. “As far as I was aware, Earth was neutral territory. Shouldn’t you be off finding some lapdogs of the Queen to beat down?” The question was asked with a certain acid tone, but it did also make something else clear – from the disdain in her voice and expression, Eschalot was definitely not a fan of the Queen, and therefore was not one of the people at war with the Empire. Probably just as well, that.
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Post by Zerori on Oct 10, 2018 19:21:52 GMT -5
By the sound of how prideful this Saiyan was about their ship, Zerori knew that they were trying to speak volumes about how amazing it was – given the mention of how long it had been in service However, in that very same notion, Zerori couldn’t help but burst out again in laughter at the age of this ship. However, just as she had more cutting words on the tip of her tongue, the jest at the ship she currently sported quickly cut her laughter short. She eyed the woman sharply, unable to speak positively about her own ship due to its… origins.
Fuck if she wasn’t right about its odd design, either. Still, she was going to take that impressive come back sitting OR standing. “Tch, sure – but getting ambushed while your warp drive is out sounds a little ‘redunant’ to me.” It was a little weak, but a bitch had to get her kicks somewhere. As her apparent rival with comebacks floated closer, Zerori didn’t back down an itch – mirroring the posture of her crossed arms to make a point. At the question, Zerori’s face scrunched up into a sour expression before she scoffed, “None of your damn business; unless you wanna have a problem with an officer of the law,” Oh, how she hated saying that, but couldn’t deny the allure of power-tripping for just a moment. “-You’d best move along. Want I should find something to make a problem with? Ship not up to code? Got a visa for this planet?” She laughed, walking back to the cockpit of her ship before kicking the shell of the top in with a loud ‘KLANK’. “Or maybe you got a dead body hidden somewhere in that junker?” By her tone, she didn’t even care to sound like she was serious, the grin on her face telling that was being more antagonistic than confrontational. With a dismissive wave of her hand, Zerori sat down – facing away from the Saiyan - and scratched the back of her neck before pausing with a curse and pounding the hull of her ship with the same fist. As always, the ever present bomb embedded dermally in the back of her neck reminded her of just how leashed she was – even alone and taunted by the thought of freedom. Words: 395 Pepa |
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Post by Pepa on Oct 11, 2018 5:32:17 GMT -5
Eschalot had only been on this planet a few moments, and already she was getting into trouble. As the woman threatened her with her so-called authority, though, the Saiyan Elite’s patience swiftly ran out. Her expression grew even darker and less cheerful as Zerori ran through the different ways she was musing to make life difficult for the woman. Zerori might not have been seeking confrontation, but she may well have found it regardless.
“Firstly, like I said, Earth isn’t in your jurisdiction, so the fact that my ship definitely isn’t up to your code isn’t relevant. As it happens, I don’t have a visa, either.”
She raised her hand up in front of her, and clenched the gloved fingers into a fist. In the same instant, she allowed her power to flare. Blue flame leapt about her in a sudden burst, a brilliant aura of cascading fire ran over her form, and the ground trembled lightly at the sudden accumulation of so much energy. All at once, she went from being fairly ‘standard’ for a Saiyan Elite, to calling upon power many times the magnitude of all but the very strongest of their warriors.
The woman’s dark eyes bored into Zerori’s own as she suddenly appeared in front of the woman in a blur of movement. The bomb in the back of her neck might be a lingering threat hanging over her – but it seemed that her words had conjured a far more immediate one, right in front of her.
“So. ‘Officer’. How about it? Do you want to try and enforce your little rules on me? Do you want to see if I’ve got any bodies hidden away in there? You’re more than welcome to find out the answer to that question. Or was there something else you were here to do?”
Eschalot’s tone was as cold as the grave. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was petty bullies who tried to throw around what little authority they had. As far as she was concerned, the only laws that mattered were the ones she enforced at the ends of her own fists. Anything else? Those just tended to be bonds the strong used to enslave those weaker than themselves, and she had no patience for it.
Of course, the moment she powered up in such a dramatic fashion, the spaceport became a far more animated place. A siren went off, and people panicked, running for cover – and no doubt, to fetch the actual local authorities. Again, not that she was too worried about that, but it might make things just a little inconvenient…
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Post by Zerori on Oct 11, 2018 16:37:51 GMT -5
From the her sitting posture and lack of interest in the woman, mood befouled with the reminder of her actual reason for being on Earth, Zerori was determined to ignore the woman as she rose to the bait Zerori had set for her. The more riled she became, the easier it was to take satisfaction in how easily manipulated she was. However, not thinking quite so rationally about her actions, Zerori found herself with an angry woman with blue flames cascading around her body in an obvious gesture of challenge. From her place on the ships’ hull, sitting, Zerori stared at the woman’s flames with clear interest in her eyes before she locked gazes with her. Slowly, she got to her feet – easily standing a head taller than the Saiyan that glared at her with intent. They were hardly feet apart from each other, the air thickening with the electrical crackle and snap of Eschelot’s power. Despite the apparent danger, the hybrid didn’t seem a lick intimidated and merely grinned down at Eschelot. She was, after all, quite ki-blind to the power that crackled about her – even if it did raise goosebumps upon her skin. “Do I? Heh, you think I can take you in, anyway?” She questioned darkly, voice low in their proximity. Alarms bellowed and humans and zoanthrope alike seemed to clamor for distance as Earth Authorities were no doubt alarmed, but none of that seemed to matter to the hybrid as she stood her ground against the upstart. Sure, she started it but neutral planet or not – fuck it, she did what she wanted anyway. She leaned forward, snarling threateningly with fangs bared, “Get off my ship… and let’s fuckin’ go, then.” With a simple jump backwards, Zerori landed a fair distance from her ship and walked backwards, gaining a little more room in case their confrontation made more trouble – all the while keeping her eyes locked on Eschelot. From her fist held at her sides, all the way up to her arm, a red flame ignited and raced upwards where it lashed out like a wild animal along her right arm. She raised her other hand and waved tauntingly, both her Saiyan and Demon blood singing for a challenge. In the distance, Police were starting to arrive and demand that both fighters stand down with their weapons drawn. Words: 396 Pepa |
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