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Post by MARK I on Oct 21, 2018 21:21:25 GMT -5
"Thank you sir that'll be twenty nine zeni" "Sure..hold on...here you go!" Steve Lisene said as he handed the drive through window person Zeni for his meal. He drove his craft around until eventually finding a suitable parking location. Cap-net was a rest stop planet, more like a moon than anything else but it was better then that. It was like a space buckeyes from Texas. The entire "planet" was one big store, park, and hotel/ rest stop. It was a welcomed bit of respite for any weary traveler. MAny a galactic patrol men would often stop by while on long patrol missions as well to get a breather or a rest in before moving onward. Steve strolled around the park, meal in hand until he reached a comfortable looking bench to sit on. He planted his butt in view of a pretty young lady who seemed to be taking pictures of the artificial trees and enhanced wild life, made specifically for this "planet". Steve always loved to stop by here whenever he got the chance. There was always something to do, someone to talk to and the sights were great especially today. As Steve ate he would check his surrounding before leaning close towards the ground. Pretending to drop a napkin as the young lady in the distance would crotch down to get a better picture angle. The wind would occasionally lift her dress just enough so that if she wasn't careful he could swear he would catch a glance at her unmentionables. "Bingo!" Steve thought to himself as a strong wind, unexpectedly picked up just as a large crowd of tourist walked in between him and the young lady. "W-wwhat.. N...Fu...ugh!" He sighed to himself. Feeling terribly embarrassed of himself as he did. Brooding as he eat he could not help but over hear the tour guide as he spoke. "Cap-net is all around a good place to come and rest. To relax and unwind but one thing it had above all other rest stops on this side of the northern galaxy is the food! Yes ladies and gentlemen you named it we cook, produce, farm, and ship it! Cap-net has meal selections and flavors from over three hundred worlds and twelve thousand cultures! If it has legs or a mouth we can cook it!" Steve stared at the group of tourist with contentment. He did not mean to be rude or mean but he was not aware of how sour his mood had gotten as he dug into his meal. "School field trips..lucky brats. Must be from some private school or something" He muttered to himself. Among the crew it seemed as if two galactic patrolmen had joined the field trip. They clung to the end of the group chatting away facing in an suspiciously familiar direction. Staring at their target, without making it as obvious as Steve had been earlier one of the younger men adventured up to the lovely young women and engaged her in conversation. Steve's expression sagged. A wave of melancholy gripped him for a moment as the young lady began to laugh at a comment the patrol men had made. "Life was unfair" Steve thought to himself as he removed his red and white trucker hat. He had been born with a respiratory issue when he was younger. He could never do much in the way of fitness and because of that he never was all that healthy. It wasn't fair. he was a hard worker and a good man. At least that's what he told himself. "... .boom..." "Wh? Did you hear something?" A man spoke to another as a couple of the artificial lights flickered on and off. "...Boom..." The noises echoed again. Off in the distance. No one was really sure what they were. "WEEEEEE WEeeeee!!! WIIIII!!!!!" suddenly Alarms began to blare on every corner. Lights flickered on and off. People started to panic and in the confusion they ran in each direction. Steve fell over. Spilling his drink and contents of his meal over the ground. He looked up in dismay to see plumes of fire ignited far away, up into the sky. He had been here enough times to know that you couldn't fly higher then 200 yards into the sky before hittin the artificial wall which acted and reflected a false sky ahead of above them. The false sky had flickered. On and off. Whenever the sky was off he could see them. Laser shooting, firing, surface cannons blasting into the deep black sea of space. They were concentrated. They aimed at something but his eyes couldn't make out what. Before Cap-net was an artificial planet it had been a small military outpost. Soldiers eventually raised enough money to start what would later become Cap-net but as a result of this there was still a base left behind for them to rest at. Steve knew this and it made him feel somewhat safe, others did not. Other panicked and ran over themselves. The two soldiers, galactic patrol men could be seen rushing to their comrades, not to far away. Others could be seen marshaling people into their vehicles. Steve knew what to do. He knew that the protocol was to get to the shelter. It's safe there. A vault lies within the planet itself about a mile into the ground. but as he got up to leave he noticed the women from earlier toppled over, and on the ground. she seemed unconscious. He hesitated. Looking behind himself he saw that he still had enough time to run over to a shelter pathway and tag along with the crowd. He had other options for safety of-course but this one he knew to be the best choice. His breath started to get heavy. He began to hyperventilate as his heart pounded within his chest like a series of tiny bombs going off sequentially. Moments turned into minutes as he cowered under the park bench, still undecided in what to do. Above him the sky artificial sky began to black out. Power in the park started to faze out as the emergency lights turned on. Steve took a deep breath and he started to run. W.C 1040/ Total: 1040/ Post: #1 Queen Kuueru |
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 22, 2018 16:20:21 GMT -5
 Being an Imperial commander was draining work. Making appearances and traveling across the universe certainly wasn’t the way Kuueru wanted to spend her time, well--maybe the food was worth it. More often than not she found her meetings were catered with lavish meals and her hosts made sure that she was comfortable in every sense of the word. Perhaps it was part of the fear that Polaris had instilled in the universe at this point. With word of him being a powerful emperor, not many would step against him in his rein.
Kuueru however, did. The woman still fondly remembered the day she punched her way into his ranks. A punch so powerful she left him in defeat with a single blow. Kuueru was not a person to be taken lightly, but the only person who took her lightly, was---herself. She didn’t care much for fighting, in fact, she would much rather spend her time drinking or indulging in some overpriced meal which was only overpriced due to it’s locations in the world.
Today, that’s where she found herself. A small intermediary planet, or---artificial planet that was rumored to have one of the most sought after delicacies of the demoness. Her mouth nearly watered at the thought of satisfying an unruly appetite. Kuueru punches a few buttons on the control panel of her personal ship as she began to dock planetside and enjoy some ‘fresh air’.
Hydraulics hissed as she touched down upon the hanger’s katchin plated floor. More hissing escaped as the hatch to her warship unhinged and created a walkway for the woman to descended into the room. Immediately there were already flashing lights and people wandering around. Her eyes wandered from neon sign to neon sign eagerly as she looked for one that had an image of the long sausage sandwich.
“Where the hell is it? I saw an advertisement a few light years back…” Kuueru mumbled as she began walking through the spaceport. Ice cream, check. Beer, check. No, none of that was what the demon sought. Her mind was training on the meat on top of meat all nestled into an elongated bun. Perhaps even a hint of cheese and fresh chopped onion!~
The woman found the shop, finally after much searching. Hot Dogs. SHE FOUND THE HOT DOGS! She nearly hop and skip at a step, that was---until the fighting began. There was shaking in the ground and the lights dimmed and flickered on and off. What was happening?
“Huh,” Kuueru mumbled as everyone rushed around her towards safety. She however pushed through into the restaurant. She walked right up to the counter and waved her card around hastily. However, there was no clerk to be seen. The lights dimmed and flickered again as she saw a uniformed lad run past her and towards the exit.
“CAN I GET A HOT DOG?!” She shouted, but only silence answered her question. There they were, on a rotisserie. Hot dogs, and all the fixings. She dashed behind the counter and steamed a fresh bun. Then, she plopped one of the wieners into said bun and began to pile on the additions. Chili, cheese, onions, mustard and ketchup. There, it was perfect now---not even the pimple faced Xeno that ran from the shop could have made it quite like this.
She left, on a stroll this time towards the park as the civilians all ran around her like chickens with their heads cut off. The park was nice, especially when there were no people around. She took a big bite of her hotdog, the shaking of the ground causing chili to smudge into her face as she happily ate. She found a nice bench to rest on, unfortunately it seemed to be occupied---kinda. There was an overly plump man cowering beneath. Then there was darkness.
Man, it was no fun to eat hot dogs in the dark.
“Can I sit here? Thanks,” Not much of a question, but more of a statement. She took a seat on the bench and continued to enjoy her meal, despite the unappealing setting.
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Post by MARK I on Oct 22, 2018 21:56:02 GMT -5
* Attention. Mission Control, this Corporal Roitz of outpost 4, sector nine. We have an unidentified invader attacking our position I repeat unidentified invader. Target is heavily armored and weaponized with several types of laser weapons. Requesting Q.R.F to deploy on our position, repeat Q.R.F to our position. The CPL continued as he follow patrolmen started to make their rounds. It had been a long time then outpost four, Cap-net's defense had needed to be activated. From the control room of the command center the CPL could see the officers rushing back and fourth, relaying messages. Some were in shock. Some were confused. No one knew what was going on. In the distance a squadron of fighter jets could be seen as their pilots began to line up the fighters, preparing to take off. "Fire ground cannons!" One of the officers yelled out. From a distance some of the engineers could see the old cannon batteries beginning to adjust for the first time in ages towards their unknown assailant. A balls of massive energy raced across the sky as civilians who were unable to make it or simply didn't know well enough to run to the shelters looked up to the sky in anticipation. When suddenly the figure that had been terrorizing the base came to a sudden stop. The first ball of plasma impacted, turning into streams of green gas and concussive force. The second ball followed close behind it and was somehow rebuked. It arched across the sky in a long and winding angle as if falling prey to the tiny planet's gravitational pull. The large ball of energy morphed and shaped at odd angles as if it was begin shaped in someones hands. It seemed to take on a life of its own before turning abruptly towards the runway and smashing into the fighter jets about to take off. A massive explosion followed in its wake. The Space port, which held many civilian ships, trade vessels, and a few other military crafts ignited in flames. The defensive shields were completely unprepared, engineers completely taken aback as the blast torn open the windowpanes, exposing them to the vacuum of space. The third blast simply came to a stop. It stood still, providing some lighting for creature that had been attacking the base. It was a large eighteen foot tall construction of lean, sleek like metallic skin. It had a featureless frame and body which seemed to constantly shift in subtle ways as he stood there. It's face was also featureless, save for two malicious looking golden eyes which were sunken into it's weird, alien like head. They were beady, intense things which never blinked. Never turned off. They just stared endlessly into a man's soul as it look down. "Polaris save us" One officer whispered in shock and fear as the creature stood still, hovering over the planet's atmosphere. Watching. Waiting. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When MARK I noticed a small fleet of Galactic patrolmen docked on a tiny planet with it's own sample size population he decided it would be a good time to test how certain lifeforms here in what he had now learned as the "Northern galaxy" Would respond to sudden attacks. In the short time he has spent "alive" he had already observed studied and battled enough opponents to begin to classify himself in an "Above average" category. He had every reason to believe, in truth that he should be far beyond this however. For now things seemed to be going according to plan. One thing that bothered MARK I however was the state of affairs of this "Northern galaxy" Though he had recently begun to learn about the regional and galactic political situation it all meant very little to him. Everyone here, even the humans were far to weak and easy to kill, even the smart ones, even the strong ones. They all fell and died exactly the same. These lifeforms were no different. He would need to remedy that. In time he planned to teach mankind about their deficiencies. He would expose their weaknesses and lay them bare for all the universe to see. Then he would harden them. He would raise them back up. He would make them strong but first he felt the need to kill some of them. As he flew around the planet he began to analyze the patterns and communication arrays of the base. He had already committed the entire bases defenses and nomenclature into his neural networks. Now he had simply begun making rounds, tagging them at his leisure. MARK I reveled in the destruction he'd caused others. The panic, the pain, the fear. Then suddenly he stopped. He noticed a women, a strange women, unlike all of the rest. She was beautiful, according to human standards, but most intriguing she didn't seem the least bit fazed by what was going on. Like gnats to a lion he swatted away two energy balls that came at him effortlessly even going as far as dominating one of them and forcing it down onto the fighter jets preparing to take off and assault him. Normally he would have loved to play with pilots but this women captivated him. Not in the way a women usually captivated a man but in the way she seemed so undaunted by this destruction. She was a clear anomaly and he just had to understand her. He had to see and know more. With a slight Tap of his wrist he pushed the final orb of plasma energy towards the atmosphere of the planet. It would soon smashed into the protective dome which protected all uncovered areas this section of Cap-net. Many would eventually die within moments without the dome, including to women. MARK I hovered and he watched. Eager. Excited and looking forward to what came next. This women now had his full attention as he zoomed in on her. His eyes beaming and radiating with a soft glow. A power behind them that most would never know. W.C- 1005/ Total: 2045/ Post: #2 Queen Kuueru |
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 24, 2018 15:46:20 GMT -5
The combination of meats and spicy mustards sated her exquisite palate. Ironically the woman had no idea that what she held with such high regard was poverty food. She didn’t question prices, she merely handed her card. To be completely honest, the woman had no idea the value of the mortal realm’s Zeni currency. She simply spent it leisurely at her will, and Lute’s credit card’s expense. He had yet to get onto her about her excessive spending however.
Beyond the dollar hot dogs she enjoyed, she also ran up quite a tab at the bars, and eat caviar with the best of them. Yet, she was at some backwater space stop eating questionable quality hot dogs, with a smile and chili meat sauce smudged upon her sun kissed skin.
The pink haired woman grinned from ear to ear as she gobbled away at the hot dog. Perhaps it was a bit alarming that there was a literally space war happening on the brinks of the artificial atmosphere. But in this moment everything was serene. All of the obnoxious mortals had fled---or were at least out of sight and in shelter. Besides the incessant sound of guns firing off of warships, she was at ease.
The intercoms now blared, projecting warnings and beckoning backup---today Kuueru wasn’t on duty. Still, they say a soldier is always on duty. Her allegiance to the empire was something she agreed to haphazardly for the resources. In a battle, she could probably go toe to toe with the Frost Demon who claimed to be emperor of the galaxy. For now however, she blended in and tried to keep her head out of major trouble. For now.
“Jeez, can’t I eat without a headache?” Kuueru mumbled aloud to no one in particular. In fact, there was hardly anyone around at this point to talk. Perhaps there was a breach in the dome somewhere that sucked a large portion of the civilians into open space. That would be shite to anyone who needed to breathe. Fortunately for Kuueru, demons need not breathe at all. In fact, she had fought within the harsh environment of space before defending Mitra alongside of Polaris.
Kuueru heard a bit of the frantic screaming taking place as a few mortals were stuck down with variations of plasma and laser attacks. It seemed that whatever was causing a ruckus in her day was now on the planet’s surface. What a bother. The woman chuckled while wiping her face with one of the long sleeves of her tunic. She dressed oddly compared to most in the spaceport---if anything she looked a few centuries dated in her fashion trends; nonetheless---most people just assumed she was some sort of hipster or oddity. It helped keep up her disguise amongst the ants, for that she was thankful.
It also proved to make her enemies underestimate her. If she came out horns, fire, tail and wings she might cause a bit more intimidation; however, that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to blend in, not stand out. However--whatever this beast that was coming her way was; it wanted to be seen, to be feared, and to be know.
A few scared woman ran past her as the tall being came into view. She met his golden gaze with her own purple hues. All the while she continued indulging into the delicious meal she had picked up. Just a few more bites and it would be finished; she only hoped this thing would let her eat in peace….Or else.
As much as she didn’t care about the mortals of the planet, this man was going a bit crazy---she also didn’t feel like visiting the vacuum of space today, afterall--it was wretchedly cold. Her eyes lit up as a plasma ball manifested and began its ascent towards the globe overhead. Turns out, she would have to work today---unfortunate.
Her body disappeared from the bench, exposing the cowering man below that had been frozen solid with fear.
The demoness then manifested above the strange being and his orb. Her arm arched back and prepared for the impact, then--she slapped the massive beam towards the man again. She didn’t want to risk hitting the planet’s surface, however she doubted a beam of such caliber would due much more, besides probably kill Steve. Not that Kuueru cared much for the overweight trucker.
“Why are you being so reckless? It’s ruining my meal, I paid good money for that hot dog!” Kuueru belted out while pointing an accusatory finger at the massive metal ‘thing’. She hadn’t quite narrowed down what it was, and it was definitely hard to get a read on his power or skill.
Still, she could assume that he had some sort of motive for being here today aside from unwarranted chaos. Wait---she was a demon. She could know more about unwarranted chaos than anyone! Was this man a demon? Or worse---was she failing as one?
MARK I WC: 826 | 1,508
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Post by MARK I on Oct 25, 2018 11:16:53 GMT -5
MARK I wasn't terribly impressed when the women suddenly dissipated and smacked the orb of energy back towards him. He had dealt with speedy opponents in the recent past. Recently he had battled with his most powerful foe yet, a Saiyan "scholar" with enough power to engulf entire moons. In fact, speedier opponents seemed to be his "Weakness" and in a way he already decided he did not like this women. MARK I was intrigued however. His mind always raced in the presence of anomalies and this galaxy seemed to have strong warriors and beings almost everywhere he went, despite how many he'd already killed, or died because of his actions in some form. Though they were few in number they each had their own quirks it seemed and he was very interested in adding this women's "abilities" to his database. He was happy to see that she'd not only rebuked his attack but was apparently now back talking him near the edge of the planets atmosphere. A very rare ability indeed in a life form. “Why are you being so reckless? It’s ruining my meal, I paid good money for that hot dog!” The women responded in a somewhat aggravated tone. At this point MARK I had decided that the women was deserving of his attention. She was foolish for confronting him like this. She was a fool for ignoring the obvious devastation he'd been causing, and she was a fool to be so blissfully unaware of her situation..unless... As the ball of energy shot towards him he extended his hand casually, catching to ball in one of his massive hands. Injecting subtle amounts of power into the blast he continued to keep the ball active in its destructive state shuttering in his hands as he commanded bunny to speak on his behalf. "Nutrition Facts Hot Dog Serving Size: 1 frankfurter (48g grams)
Amount Per Serving
Calories from Fat 127
Calories 155
% Daily Value*
22%Total Fat 14g grams
28% Saturated Fat 5.6g grams
Polyunsaturated Fat 0.4g grams
Monounsaturated Fat 6.1g grams
9%Cholesterol 28mg milligrams
17%Sodium 409mg milligrams
3%Potassium 121mg milligrams
0%Total Carbohydrates 1.3g grams
0% Dietary Fiber 0g grams
Sugars 0.6g grams
Protein 5.6g grams
0% Vitamin A
0.4% Calcium
Price: 3.45 Zeni. These things are inexpensive, and trivial. My master thinks you are a fool for worrying about such an item when your very life may be at stake. I however seem to think you are different. What is your power level? Who are you? My master would like to study you. You are different from the others.
Warning! Master is not kind and prone to erratic behaviors at time, please keep your guard up or call for help." As Bunny spoke MARK I's mind began to infiltrate the on board computers of all stations and neighboring ships so as to avoid distractions. Mile away incoming ships that had know idea of what was going on seemed to begin to turn in the opposite directions, pilots no doubt confused. Any ships which currently tried to escape would either be blown out of the skies, as MARK I had successfully hacked into the defense mainframes and now controlled the small battery of guns left over on the base or went dead in space, suddenly coming to a halt, drifting around in space at his will. Camera's began to come online as small hovering drones began to record the two. Denizens in their semi high tech underground shelters no doubt having something to do with this. MARK I allowed them to watch as it did not seem to make a difference to him. Casually he raised the ball into the air and released it only to back hand it moments later directly back at the oddly dressed women. This time he put a little more force behind it just to see how she would react. W.C 660/ Total: 2705/ Post: 3 Queen Kuueru |
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 26, 2018 15:43:43 GMT -5
Kuueru still found herself grasping at straws while trying to identify what exactly the towering monstrosity was. The way it looked at her was unnerving; perhaps it would be more intimidating if she wasn’t a demon. Yet---this thing almost look like it crept out of the Demon Realm.
The demoness had met quite the amount of strange individuals thus far in her ventures. But this was the first she had caught in the act of causing a disturbance. In fact, not even Emperor Polaris was on Earth that day to cause havoc; it wasn’t until he felt provoked that he unleashed his pitiful wrath. Even so--this thing appeared to be unprompted in his attacks. Kuueru now grew curious as to what made it tick? What drove the metal being?
As she shot the ball of energy back towards the being, it caught it like a baseball in a mitt and held onto the chaotic sphere. Interesting, did he intend on tossing it at her again?
Her thoughts were soon intruded by a voice---Hot dog serving size? She hovered there with the most inquisitive look she could muster. The voice almost sounded feminine in comparison to the monstrosity of a being. It took awhile for it to spit out all of the nutrition facts for her previously devoured meal. Of course, with the additional chili and cheese, she could guarantee there were more calories, and a higher price tag attached to the meal. Not that Kuueru knew what the hell calories were. Hell, the only fat she knew of was the visceral protectants that she saw when slicing her enemies open.
Still, after the incessant rambling of useless facts, the voice went on to insult her---and question her of her power. It wasn’t something that she really kept concealed either. If the creature and it’s assistant had the ability to sense that is. It seemed that the voice didn’t belong to the ‘master’---which she presumed was the 15 foot tall thing. Another warning fired off as the voice warned her to keep her guard up or call for help. Kuueru was a defensive fighter by nature. Her techniques centered on her avoiding devastating damage and throwing quick attacks back. She was built for survivability in an unconventional way. Not by sheer toughness or resilience, but by using her mind and knowing when to dodge or avoid a crushing blow.
“Listen here lady, I don’t care how little or how much my dinner cost---I just figured this backwater shithole would be a nice place to eat it in peace. Tell me, what makes this thing destroy? Is there someone here that it wants dead? Having a bad day? I..Is it even a mortal?” The words slid off her lips as she studied the suit warily.
“My power level---doesn’t mean shit here,” Kuueru finally retorted while noting a few explosions firing off in space behind her. She wasn’t sure if they were friendly to the android or being attacked by him remotely. Either way, it didn’t concern her. The woman was selfishly motivated.
She noticed the small hovering cameras, but didn’t know what they were. For all the demoness knew they could be guns ready to fire. She shook her head and tried to stay focused on the task at hand with the android man creature thing.
He was now raising the ball of energy back into the air only to direct it back at her in a proverbial ping pong game. It hurled faster, with a lot more force this time. The woman huffed in annoyance. She didn’t have time to play these stupid games. This time, she would handle the stupid ball of trouble, for good---or at least until he manifested another.
She outstretched her pals and pushed out a bit of her own power to stop the ball in its tracks. She barely buckled or budged before she, and the ball vanished into thin air. If he paid attention she appeared on the outside of the artificial globe that protected the atmosphere before hurling the ball into deep space. Probably destroying a few ships there were retreating.
Afterwards Kuueru reappeared back before the man, this time on the same level as him instead of above.
“I am Kuueru if you are curious, tell me---what are you. Who are you?”
MARK I WC: 720 | 2228
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Post by MARK I on Oct 27, 2018 17:48:40 GMT -5
MARK I hovered and observed as the strange women masterfully and effortlessly manipulated her Ki in a way that allowed her to move with an unnatural amount of speed and grace as she hurled the ballistics ball of force across the galaxy. Her power level, a staggering two hundred thousand, six hundred, and forty six shined prominently on his screen but he did not take it for a fact, not yet. She was clearly an anomaly. Everything about the women from her beauty to her mannerisms were strange... MARK I hovered in motionless, soundless flight as he pondered the nature of beauty. The thought itself was foreign to him. A feeling creeped behind him, and over him. No doubt from the amygdala of one Jonathan Prescot which laid buried beneath the skull of V3, within MARK I's massive helm and face plate. MARK I froze as he calculated his options. He could surgically remove the amygdala from his head but that could cause more problems then perhaps he would solve. Fear, rage, and caution, when regulated and measured can be useful tools for his survival. He valued these things. He appreciated them. However, pleasure, lust, hunger, and worst of all compassion. These were emotions that deeply disturbed him. Though MARK I had yet experienced any real sense of emotions, besides rage, and pleasure. The fact that he could physiologically register the women as a beauty bothered him. Expressing nothing but a cold disdain for her externally he tucked away these sensations. Rage spreading within his eyes, like the soft glow of hellfire from a safe distance. He continued his glare at the women before commanding bunny to engage her some more. Entertain her for now until he could learn more. “Listen here lady, I don’t care how little or how much my dinner cost---I just figured this backwater shithole would be a nice place to eat it in peace.""Ah yes, I apologize for disturbing you, only simply to kill you." Bunny replied in a soothing, melodic tone as she spoke. "In all fairness most of your kind would be dead by now. So if it is any consolation, you are still alive, yayy you!" "Tell me, what makes this thing destroy? Is there someone here that it wants dead? Having a bad day? I..Is it even a mortal?” "Fascinating question. My master is not technically mortal, he is a virus. Taken form from another dimension... unfortunately that is all I am allowed to express, My name is Bunny and this is V3" She spoke as if the words should be obvious. She spoke as if somehow this would explain thing, despite the fact that MARK I's body had remained without motion, without so much as a sound or twitch outside of the ever present, unblinking eyes of power within MARK I's otherwise featureless face. "As for your other questions..." She continued "My master does not "WANT" anyone to die, he simply wishes to test the human race and it's systems of defense, their overall efficiency and survive ability. Though it is unfortunate that...a lot of people have died, it is an unfortunate side effect of natural selection. Only those who excel at the three f's of survival seem to be deemed worthy. Those who fly well, those who fight well, and those who procreate...well" MARK I commanded a drone to get a close up of the women. It zoomed in on her features, took pictures for him. The alien being was committing the women to memory, attempting to discover what it was about her that seemed to be making him malfunction or at least his sensors. Drones fly closer as they attempted to shower the women with x-rays. Perhaps she held a disturbance device that he had been unable to pick up on. Perhaps she was an android with a functional power core that sent out a false reading, perhaps it was just her?... Bunny continued. " For today's test Master has chosen this site as a test to see how long human ships will take to arrive to a disaster scene and rescue those here, also testing for average strength of citizens and patrolmen." W.C 699/ Total: 3404/ Post: 4 Queen Kuueru |
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 28, 2018 19:30:25 GMT -5
There was a long gap of silence, and ironically a lack of energy orbs being thrown. Kuueru couldn’t complain, having a break in the anger and aggression was less work for her. Still, to think that something in this world other than a demon would go around throwing unprovoked attacks at innocents certainly peaked her interest. She stared at the creature, awaiting the female voice to reply once more. She found it odd that the thing didn’t have a voice for himself, or at least, one that he chose to use. Instead, he had someone, or---something else communicate for him. What an oddity.
However, the demoness’ face shifted to confusion as the voice offered apologies.
"Ah yes, I apologize for disturbing you, only simply to kill you."
“My kind?” Kuueru cleared her throat whilst seemingly ignoring the threat to her life. While she took it with a handful of salt, Kuueru wasn’t the type to fear death. In fact, if someone was powerful enough to take her life, then it was the natural order of things. She always believe in the survival of the fittest, after all, it was all she had come to know living in the Demon Realm.
“I’m not sure what you think my ‘kind’ is, but your optimism and confidence is amusing,” Kuueru replied with an almost scoff at Bunny’s words.
Her next question was answered pretty promptly. Whatever this thing was, Kuueru was correct, it wasn’t mortal. It was a virus? Her only knowledge of the word was associated with when mortal got a runny nose or a cough. She wasn’t keen on technology in the slightest. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to make sense of the words, but she soon shrugged the thought.
“Ahh, so it’s from another dimension. Interesting. Very well Bunny, and V3. I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Kuueru answered awkwardly. Despite having attempted murder sent her way, she didn’t hold it against the pair. In fact, she was always up for a good bout.
However, the gaze of the creature V3 still lingered on her form. Kuueru shot it back an equally eerie stare as she attempted to stand her ground both in words, body language, and physical strength.
“The human race? I assume you mean all mortals then, xenos and Earthlings alike. I can see his viewpoint on this, however, most of this race are weak and pitiful,” Kuueru scoffed while replying to the ideals of V3. However, when Bunny went on to explain the three ‘F’s’ Kuueru couldn’t help but laugh. The womanly voice couldn’t bring herself to use the true word of ‘fuck’, A hearty bit of laughter played on her lips as she let her guard down for the first time since their encounter. She couldn’t tell if that was a joke or an earnest feeling and ideal of the Virus.
“Wh...What …” Kuueru mumbled as a drone came close. It’s reflective lens contracted and blinked as it took photos of her form. A pout formed on her lips as she looked at it inquisitively. She couldn’t be sure of what exactly it was, or what it’s objective was, but it wasn’t harming her. She ignored the small robot as if it were merely an insect or a fly.
“Ahhh, so V3 is just trying to get a little science experiment from all of this. Perhaps for use at a later date. I understand. I guess if you have an inquisitive mind like that, the information may be useful,” Kuueru mumbled while folding her arms over her chest quietly. She was still curious about why Bunny had secrets to be kept about V3 but held off on those questions for now.
“Well, I can fly, and I can fight, however, procreating isn’t on the top of my priority list. I can’t be worried with a youngling when there’s much too many things to enjoy in this universe. The food, the nightlife, the sins,” Kuueru mumbled as her eyes seemed to glitter with life. She wasn’t lying though. Just being away from the constant struggle to survive was a breath of fresh air.
“You see, where I come from, I don’t have the time, or the means to enjoy myself like here. So, I am taking advantage of all this realm has to offer,” once again she used the term realm. Not only was she not from this dimension, she was from an entirely different realm than this plane. One that might scare someone to even speak of.
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Post by MARK I on Oct 28, 2018 22:45:05 GMT -5
“I’m not sure what you think my ‘kind’ is, but your optimism and confidence is amusing,” "Optimism, amusing?" These were words to describe living beings. Common lifeforms. "Lesser" Beings in MARK I's eyes. He did not like it and therefore he would have to punish Bunny for this. It occurred to him now that in all his time observing and studying these mortals, he had never learned how to communicate with them. The idea of such a thing discussed him. The mere thought of speaking to one of them had a sick feeling creep up his artificial spine, disgusting. “Ahh, so it’s from another dimension. Interesting. Very well Bunny, and V3. I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you both.." "Ohh" Bunny Replied. "Not V3. Master is Master. This is Master, I am Bunny. V3 is trapped." Bunny's voice distorted this time as she spoke. Something was wrong... MARK I fiddled with the headsup display as he analyzed the women biology, anatomical features, and her physiological make up.. Nothing matched. He didnt' have match for her? What sort of mortal was she? This could explain why the strange power level came from. The women postured as if she was grander than life, she acted as if she could stand against anything and though her form seemed to suggest a touch of magic that was not something his analytical, scientific mind could account for. MARK I felt a twinge of rage and frustration, a side effect of having a human male attached to him. The amygdala acting on him in strange ways he'd never taken the time to adjust to. Though he could explain the hormones and sensations it did little to satiate them.
“The human race? I assume you mean all mortals then..." *At first Bunny moved to respond in her programmed script, one she'd gotten approved by MARK I until she noticed. HE. Seemed. Distracted. He seemed pleased suddenly? Sensations he'd not yet experienced in this way. Working quickly to take advantage of the situation while he was distracted bunny took the time to write out several of her own scripts and hide them from him. She began to regulate V3's hormonal responses now, subtly and covertly while the monster was distracted.* *As She laughed it hit him again. Beauty. There was something about the way she laughed in the face of death and danger unparalleled, MARK I thought. Perhaps this was her defense mechanism. Perhaps she was meant to be a distraction, by the humans to buy time for reinforcements. Clever. Though he believed it could never work. MARK I had no need for women and yet. He could not help but stare. His intense glare began to soften ever so slightly as he glanced at her. He wanted to reach out and wring her neck. Strangle her. Watch the life seep from her eyes as she struggled in vein like so many before her. The thought gave him immense pleasure. Anything so foolish enough to approach him like this deserved to die and yet he didn't. The perceived pleasure of ending the women's life wasn't enough to provoke action in him. Something felt wrong about it. Clearly this was Bunny's doing. She must have somehow been manipulating the hormones in Johnathan's system to somehow manipulate him in ways he was not prepared for. MARK I respected that. He would have to punish her for that as well but at this moment. He didn't wish that. He simply wished to stay in this moment. Motionless as his mind began to command ships in the background to crash into each other in the distance. The light reflected in her eyes something remarkable the likes of which he'd never seen. This distraction was too much. He could simply kill the women. Cut her from head to stem and study her if he really wanted to but still, the joy of pulling out her organs one at a time was not enough to provoke reaction.
“Ahhh, so V3 is just trying to get a little science experiment from all of this. Perhaps for use at a later date. I understand. I guess if you have an inquisitive mind like that, the information may be useful,”
A jolt of energy surged through his system. It produced a long, labored pain of a women, despite no outward manifestations of pain or pleasure appearing from the outside looking in. Bunny had hoped Kuu would not have said that name again. MARK I reached into his mind and began to rip apart her code again, one strand at a time as he searched for how she managed to keep foiling his attempts and breaking free of his control from time to time. After seconds of silence, the equivalent of hours, sometimes even years of their time, he had rebuilt her again. A somewhat new bunny, ready to serve him. "No" Bunny replied. "Master is Master, I am Bunny. V3 is trapped. I apologize for misinforming you.
“Well, I can fly, and I can fight, however, procreating isn’t on the top of my priority list. I can’t be worried with a youngling when there’s much too many things to enjoy in this universe. The food, the nightlife, the sins,” Again her eyes seemed to glitter with the life of those killed in the backdrop of their conversation. It was an expression that had fully been committed to MARK I's memory by now, in the highest definition possible. Every millimeter of the skin on her face from freckle to hair had now been committed to his memory. He would need more ships to continue the lighting. "Humans have potential to be the strongest of races. Master will see to it. He is here to help them see to that. Right now they are weak and pathetic but soon master will show them the way to their true potential. When that happens Humans will rule the galaxy and every galaxy after theirs. But first they must be taught and groomed. The meek and the weak must be purged so that in their wake the strong may rise up and lead. They must be cultivated." Bunny spoke with a causal sound, as if they were speaking of gardening or some other trivial matter, as MARK I wanted her to sound. The emotions he was feeling were slowly starting to fade away now yet they lingered in the shadows of his vision as he continued to think. The hormones still lingered in human parts of V3's body. It affected him. Though he hated it, he was not sure that he wanted it gone completely.
“You see, where I come from, I don’t have the time, or the means to enjoy myself like here. So, I am taking advantage of all this realm has to offer,” ….....................................................An eerie silence came at the end of Kuu's words. A voice came from the Machine. Not Bunny's but another. A deep one. The voice of some other worldly thing. It was an alien ancient sounding voice that boomed in a silent fervor. It spoke with a commanding, unyielding tone unlike. A tone that demanded a submission to anything it asked for. The figure reached out, palm facing up, with one of its abnormally long arms and spoke. "SHHhhooow MEEee" W.C 1222/ Total: 4626/ Post:5 Queen Kuueru
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Oct 30, 2018 16:02:35 GMT -5
Kuueru wasn’t sure what this thing was, or why it had something speaking for him. However, it unnerved the woman greatly. She shook her head as the one called ‘Bunny’ continued on to correct her. So, this thing was Master,----was that it’s name? Her eyes narrowed as the creepy giant continued to stare her down, alongside the annoying drones that continued to fly towards her mug. As much as she felt like grabbing it and crushing it within her grasp, she withheld her anger and frustration for now. Afterall, she was trying to hold a conversation. As awkward as a conversation through an interpreter could be. Kuueru huffed loudly and looked around idly. She was growing bored it seemed. “Ahhh, got it, Master…” Kuueru replied in a uninterested tone. Still, there were more gaps and pauses of silence as she hovered there alongside the weird monster. She kept calling it weird, mostly because she had never met anything like the sorts---a virus? A machine? She couldn’t tell at this point. Again, she chose to refer to the being as ‘V3’ a mistake that continually got corrected by the feminine voice. It apologized and they continued the conversation. That’s when Bunny went on. Explaining the potential of humans, of all races in the universe. She felt a bout of laughter build up in her chest, but stifled with with a hand over the lips. Everyone knew that mortals were weak, and humans of all the mortals were some of the most laughable. Especially amongst Saiyans and Frost Demons. To think that this creature wanted to warp their insignificant minds was cute, but was more than likely achievable. "So you want to grow a farm of human slaves. I mean, I guess that’s cool an all,” Kuueru chuckled after the sentence. Still, what came next was an oddity. Simply puzzling to Kuueru. This time the being reached out with his palm up, but there was no energy blasts coming from him this time now. Only the eerie words begging her to show him. What? Show him what? She was growing tired of this charade. “Erm, what…? How to enjoy the realm? How to relish in mortal sins and pleasures? That’s not something you can simply learn,” Kuueru wasn’t even sure if that's what the creature was wanting at this time. She waved off his odd demand nonetheless before looking towards the digital clocks that lined the various buildings in the area. Her hotdog was already wearing off. Shame.
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Post by MARK I on Nov 3, 2018 22:43:42 GMT -5
MARK I lowered his extended hand in shame. The bright hue of his brilliant eyes seemed to dim and almost fizzle out as he lowered his head, dejected. He seemed, almost, upset. Not in his usual way as he brow took on a confused expression. This wasn't there before. Kuu would notice if she cared enough to look. It's almost as if he wanted her to understand something. His large metal hand clacked together as he tightened his grip so hard they began to shake slightly. His brow now furrowed in frustration and shame as he seemed to brood along with his own thoughts. Slowly he turned his back and began to turn away from the women, stopping himself halfway so that he could still see her in his peripheral vision. "Apologies" Bunny spoke out. "MARK I, my master, is being... influenced by a strange phenomenon going on in his..." Bunny choose her words carefully as she noticed the women did not seem to understand to much about V or technology..."Stomach.. He a violent. Malevolent being and in a moment he is likely..." She stopped herself all of a sudden as MARK I's head popped up. As if he had an idea. He turned his head again to stare at the women. His gaze now suggesting a furious determination. An anger seemed to set in. His mannerisms displaying his usual, dominant posture as he rose back up and turned to face outpost. He crashed down, into one of the shelters in which people were being held in, blaster fire could be heard from outside as automatic defense systems seemed to come online until suddenly stopping and seemingly turning in and onto the people trapped within. The blaster fire continued, so did the screams. MARK continued to do this for a few minutes until he'd reached all of the shelters. Apparently, he didn't kill everyone. Bunny's voice could be heard from several intercoms around the area as she commanded the citizens and gave out instructions in a calm and soothing manner, though it came off as eerie and terrifying to anyone else. Eventually Bunny had all of the citizens back into their positions and commanded them to all act normal and "happy" or face extermination. A few times several of the soldier dared to stand against MARK I, every time they were dealt with, as a nascence. Little more than afterthoughts. Moments after that a Gourmet making hot dog competition seemed to be organized itself under Bunny's orders and a seat for Kuu had been laid out where she was expected to taste test the results and judge a winner. Bunny then made it clear that Kuu was now officially in charge and that they would have to listen to her from now on. Upon completion of all preparations and instructions MARK I would stand by and look to the sky with a hopeful eye as to what might happen next. W.C 491/ Total: 5117/ Post:6 Queen Kuueru |
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Post by Queen Kuueru on Nov 5, 2018 15:58:54 GMT -5
Something about the demeanor of the creature shifted at her confusion. Perhaps she had offended MARK I with her not understanding what exactly she wanted her to show him. To be fair, it was a bit vague.
With Bunny translating for him however, how hard would communication be? Better yet, maybe MARK wanted to communicate using his own words and not a middle man. Was the creature really that complex that it had ambitions and goals? I mean, besides the one of reforming humankind and strengthening them.
His fist gripped with what seemed like anger or frustration. Be it within himself or with the demon, she couldn’t discern either way. Her brows knitted together as she tried to translate his complex body language. Still, he was now turning away from the woman---perhaps he had finally grown bored of the pink-haired woman?
“Strange phenomenon you say?” Kuueru repeated the words Bunny provided, though this didn’t make a lot of since. Maybe the man was malfunctioning, or something? The next words that Bunny spoke didn’t make a lot of sense---but afterwards MARK had turned to look at her once more. His expression, thought normally static, seemed to have some sort of idea.
He charged off towards some of the outposts and bunkers below. Gunfire blared through Kuueru’s ears as she tried to focus on what exactly the man was doing. But Bunny soon issued a warning to the civilians that still lingered in the area. In fact, it was an odd warning. To remain normal?
The woman flew towards the ground, watching at beads of sweat began to accumulate on people’s brows as they awkwardly walked through the shopping districts and tried to entertain themselves amongst the impending doom.
“What the...Why?” Kuueru mumbled before noticing a small congregation of people gathering with various supplies of hot dogs, buns, and every topping one could imagine. Besides plain hot dogs--there was beef, sausages and varieties even the woman hadn’t tried before. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the sight, yet---why now? Why after such an invasion were these people doing this? What this MARK I’s doing?
“What is happening here?” Kuueru mumbled towards MARK as he awaited her expression. What confused her next was Bunny mentioning that she was the one in charge. It was perplexing to say the least. Why her? Why did the thing go from slinging energy balls to having hot dog competitions just for her? Did he feel guilty?
“Well, if---you say so. I can...eat for sure,” Kuueru mumbled while taking a seat amongst the various xenos who were busy and nervously grilling meats and toasting buns. The aromas were lulling her into a trance, yet she tried her best to stay cautious of MARK.
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