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Post by Cassava on Jan 26, 2019 18:33:31 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Cassava tore through the remainders of her meals. Her pearly whites digging and tearing through both meat and potato alike. She ate, and ate, until her plate was clear of even a crumb. Then, she sat back with a satisfied look plastered upon her face. She rubbed at her stomach, before listening to Russ and his odd halt in words. Cassava stared at him, and then towards what had caught his eye. One of the waiters buzzed by, but it felt different than the rest. It held a signature of power; something that most man-made machines lacked. It seemed that the oddity had caught Russ's eye too. Because with his next words he questioned if Cassava could even sense energy. The woman folded her arms over her chest and nodded. "Yes, yes I can. I think I get your point. I haven't ever seen something like that either, do you think it's…something to worry about?" Cassava inquired while trying not to make any incriminating glances back towards the automaton in question. The waiter bot who served them came as soon as he noticed their plates empty. "Is that all for you two? Okay, I'll get your check," The bot halted for a moment before pressing a button upon his chest. What could only resemble a card reader on a vending machine was present, there were also slots or paper currency and coins despite hardly anyone using the archaic form of payment. Cassava clearly separated her items from Russ's and swiped a card through the robot's chest. It felt invasive, but it worked for her. She then waited for Russ before leaning in to whisper across the now empty table. "At least in my experience, I've never seen a robot with a power level, maybe it's someone in a suit? A disguise? Kinda eerie."
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Post by T on Jan 28, 2019 3:47:37 GMT -5
Machines with life energy. What an unsettling notion. The only concepts that might possibly have such a weird aspect would be if a smaller being was trapped within the depths of a metal cage, or if the beings was entirely organic while possessing an armoured shell. Considering the strange automatons were capable of twisting their limbs in obtuse angles, Russ hoped that it was not the latter option.
A blank stare met the waiter-bot that hovered over to them. He rummaged through the contents of his right pocket before pulling out a few Zeni to slowly deposit into its slot. An audible ‘ka-thunk’ resounded upon the change hitting the bottom. At that point, the young man backed off lightly. “Keeeeeep the change- it was a good meal.” The food was good, but this was done more out of his own squeamishness than generosity.
When he finally regarded his companion next, a finger lifted to point at the exit. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna get out of here.” Not a peep above a whisper. He had no idea who could be listening in on their conversation, after all. Elsewhere
Servant Drone M-0273
Various beeps, bloops and other high-pitched notes disturbed the gentle whirrs of moving fans. Monitors piled atop other monitors gleamed brightly among the darkness of their surroundings. Each had their separate purpose. Each displayed a different screen. In front of this blinding glare levitated a tall, egg-shaped chair. Whoever sat in it remained unknown, unseen, and undesired. This was where it could control the reality it lived in.
“Status report.” A squeaky, albeit determined, voice came from the chair. Presumably, this command was made to the servant drone closest to it.
Hence, the machine complied. “Three hundred and thirty-five sales today. All customers are unaware. None have regarded the machinations as anything other than useful- except two.”
“They’re onto us.” Improbable, but not entirely impossible. Drastic measures would have to be taken in order to rectify this mistake. Better to remove the root of a problem rather than having to trim the weeds every once in a while. It was now or never. “Execute plan... Stir-Fried Silence.”
With an affirmative beep, the drone proceeded elsewhere.
“Heh heh heh.” When these plans were enacted, there was no stopping them. Such a delightful thought caused the being to giggle, snort, and eventually burst out into a fit of howling laughter. “MwaHaHaHA- AAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA- AAAA AAA-”
But just for a moment, the robotic personnel entered the room once more. “Stop doing that,” it stated briefly before moving on.
Back at the Cafe
Russ stood up slowly. His expression, while mildly nervous, did not show any signs of outright fear. “Yeah, I’m gonna jet now.” Yet before he could to anything of the sort, another waiter-bot zoomed past other customers and closed the gap between them. It waved around its metal arms sporadically as if there was input lag between each movement.
“Congratulations [humanoid flesh creatures], you two have been randomly to participate in a fun event!” It exclaimed in what sounded like an outdated, feminine text-to-speech program. Extra emphasis was placed on ‘humanoid flesh creatures’.
“Uhhhh-” The young Saiyan could not even respond properly prior to being interrupted.
Spastic movements became evermore fluid as a pair of mechanical claws pointed at the both of them. “Sponsored by Brandus Genericus Cafe- the winner receives a lifetime pass on free food here.” A short pause was made. Thereafter, a long, monotone voice boomed out. “ F O R E V E R . ”
“Uhhhhhhhh-” Russ looked to his acquaintance expectingly.
By now, the attention of a few other customers had been drawn by the commotion. Some appeared envious of this event. Others merely minded their own business.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 28, 2019 18:00:46 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Russ paid his dues, electing to use the coin currency as opposed to Cassava. She shrugged silently, the look upon the other's face displaying that they were uneasy. Did the robot with an energy signature unsettle him that much? Cassava couldn't understand exactly why or how it did, after all, this robot was in a café and looked to be preforming a job. Even if it were an odd tiny xeno using a mechanical carapace, it wasn't proving to be a threat or a creep. "Oh, yeah, I'm done eating as well. I should get goin—" Cassava started to stand at the same time as her companion. She could tell the man was nervous and didn't intend to keep him in the café for any longer than needed. She would simply go back to her ship and fly to the next planet. She had completed her good deed for the day and should keep up the momentum. Besides, there didn't seem to be much conflict or poverty on New Namek, considering the main population didn't even need food. However, as they stood, something off happened. A bot zoomed its way up to them, it was flamboyant, feminine, and slightly scary. Cassava looked at it as it spoke, a fun event? Now? After they had already paid and were out the door. Perhaps this little café was a bit more than it seemed after all. Cassava looked awkwardly to Russ. She didn't want to speak for him, but free food forever did sound enticing. So enticing she might have to visit New Namek a lot more often. She shook the thought, her golden hues setting on the odd robot servant. "Uhhhhhh is right. I, we, were just leaving!" Cassava spoke before turning towards the door. Still, part of her was curious about this sudden revelation. She paused, her mind whirling with not just the thought of free food, but how much of a loss of money it would be to give a Saiyan and another free food forever. It didn't make a lot of sense. "I just ordered kami knows how much food, and I'M a winner? Come now, what kind of trick is this robot thing?" Cassava spoke up, though the eyes around the room seemed to pry and look at her as unappreciative. "W-What even is this event?"
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Post by T on Jan 29, 2019 8:29:33 GMT -5
While the kid stared on, the robot happily answered her question.
“I’m glad you asked, [ Customer Designation #1290 ]!” Clapping its little metal hands together, a beam shot out from a red bulb near the top of its centre portion. The light formed a hologram displaying 3D images which shifted and moved on command.
“We here at the cafe have organised a trip off world for the both of you!” A pair of Saiyan pods laid upon a launchpad. A serene, yet rather upbeat tune could be heard. It sounded quite like music one might hear at a mall. Thereafter, they shot up with impressive speed into what appeared to be a sea of stars above. It was at this point when the drone’s voice suddenly turned deep. Heavy metal played out of an audio emitter while the advertisement took place.
“EXPLOSIVE TRIVIA!” It shouted while drums banged on in the background. A panel of contestants stood at each of their podiums before a judge. Every single one of them looked like they were of a different Xeno species- some more odd than others. The metal amped up despite the seemingly mundane setting.
A stout little Frost Demon read off a card in his hand. “What is the capital of Earth?”
“Uhhhhh, is the answer ‘Namek’?” Asked a humanoid mantis as it raised an arm.
He then exploded.
“BREADSTICKS!” The robot then announced.
The breadsticks exploded.
“THAT’S RIGHT, WE EVEN HAVE A BALLPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT.” The metal servant’s voice was barely audible over the guitars shredding violently.
As if to defy expectations, nothing violent happened for the thirty seconds of footage that played. Children leapt around and played energetically. Some pretended to swim among the multi-coloured orbs, a few could be seen throwing the spheres at each other, and one even took a running start before diving into the large pool. But not for much longer because a DINOSAUR BURST OUT OF THE BALLPIT WHILE SHOOTING LASERS OUT OF ITS EYEBALLS AND THEN FLEW INTO OUTER SPACE BEFORE EXPLODING INTO A LOGO WHICH READ ‘Brandus Genericus Cafe’.
“Attend our game show and make all your food-related dreams come true today!” And with that, the advertisement came to an end.
Russ stood silent for five seconds. “I’d hate to admit it, but that’s probably the second best advertisement I watched in my entire life.”
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Post by Cassava on Jan 29, 2019 12:40:20 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Customer Designation #1290. That was what she was called. Cassava looked just about as blank of a slate as she could. Still, the robot before her still had a lot of explaining to do, so she stood there for a moment longer. She just wanted to hear it out, perhaps this 'fun event' wouldn't be that much of a disappointment. That's when the holograms began to fly and the relaxing music playing along with it setting her into a false sense of security. She rubbed her chin curiously while leaning in to look at the details along with the voice. A trip, a nice trip---but why would she want to go on a trip with a stranger? She shrugged, looking at the hologram as it deeply shifted. Intense riffs of guitars and heavy metal filled the air. Cassava's eyes widened as she tried to predict just what 'EXPLOSIVE TRIVIA' could be, something about it sounded extreme. "Oh, my…." The whispered towards Russ who appeared to be just as enamored by the presentation taking place. That's when Cass took a moment to look at the trivia game, then the explosion. She gulped hard, her eyes wide with both excitement and intimidation. Alas, the breadsticks part was a bit confusing. Wait, a ball pit? What kind of joke was this? The advertisement was all over the place like a child with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. "A. . . ball pit huh?" Cassava mumbled while her bemused expression looked on. The picture of the ball pit was shown with children a third of her age. Then the unthinkable. A dinosaur. With freaking lasers shooting out of its eyeballs, did she mention, it could fly? Cassava nearly choked on her own spit at the sight but managed to choke down an awkward cough. This agreement or risk didn't seem worth it, at all. Yet when she looked over at Russ after a few moments of silence, he seemed completely into it. The man even went as far as to compliment the advertisement. Cassava's face about melted off, she had no idea how to react. Should she just walk out? Should she stay? What if they exploded?! "You think so huh? I-I'd hate to see the first then," Cassava looked the man dead in the eye before pulling him away into a group huddle, away from the odd robot that was up in their grill. "You seriously want to do this huh? W-What if you explode? ARE YOU LUCKY?" Cassava spoke in a hushed tone, her golden orbs looking to him for an answer. "Well, I guess if you want to, I'll participate with you, against my better judgement. . ."
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Post by T on Jan 30, 2019 6:03:12 GMT -5
Being pulled aside, the boy cocked a brow. “Ok first off, I didn’t say I wanted to participate,” he announced while engaged in the weird huddle. From this odd inclination shown, one would think that she was sold more by the advertisement than him. “This is either a really bad game, or a really bad trap.” Maybe even both if its creator’s thought process was odd enough. God knows that they were thinking when the breadsticks exploded.
“I just want to have a go at finding out why these robots can be sensed.” Such a task stemmed from his curiosity and desire to protect. On its surface, something as simple as robots with power signatures did not threaten the lives of others. Yet if this strange occurrence transformed into a matter that might endanger people later on, that would be bad thing.
Endangerment. The young man pinched the bridge of his nose, staying silent for a few seconds while he contemplated the matter to himself. “Yeah, you should probably stay on Namek.” Seeing as he had no idea what kind of power she or the potential enemies had, even more caution needed to be exercised than usual. “I mean, it’s going to be dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Especially since you’re still alive and all.”
With that being said, he broke out of the group huddle to saunter closer to the robot. An enthusiastic grin could be seen on his face while anxiety brewed below. Brows slanted as he lifted a thumb to point up at his face. On the surface, the young Saiyan appeared confident. One might say his expression bordered on cocky
“Let’s do this,” he said without a second thought.
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Post by Cassava on Jan 31, 2019 14:05:00 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Russ quickly corrected the woman. He quickly said that his words could have be misinterpreted. Cassava's eyes narrowed as she glared at the man. Still, despite the possibility that he didn't want to go get blown to smithereens the conversations seemed to lead her to believe he was actually going to do it. "Or it could be both. A really bad trap game." Cassava gulped hard, her eyes quickly shifting back towards the robot as it awaited some sort of mortal input. She then moved to listen to the next words that he would say. True, he wanted to find out about the robot and their enigmatic power signatures. Cassava admittedly, was rather curious herself, though, perhaps not THAT curious. "I should stay? B-But, it does look interestin'," the woman argued, her fists clenching and resembling a toddler's in a temper tantrum; overly animated and filled to the brim with sorrows. "I appreciate the concern for my health, but I'm here to save the day, win the prize, and. . . I'd like to think that I could beat up a few robots if need be!" Cassava spoke a bit above the level of a whisper. It alerted the crowd of the diner to life. Curious whispers fluttered through the air their sound scattered and disorienting. He broke away. HE BROKE AWAY.
Cassava turned on the heel of her katchin crafted boots. She hurried along by Russ's side, her gaze wavering somewhere between timid and triumphant. As Russ glared and did a classic Shonen good guy point at himself; you know, the kind where you overly glorify you into thinking, yeah, 'they're they person for the job.' The Saiyaness quickly barked up as well, dedicating herself to the cause of science, and possibly food for life. "AND YOU'RE DARN TOOTIN' SURE I'M GONNA BLOW THIS OUT OF THE WATER SON!" Cassava shouted, spit plastering the front of the robot's input camera.
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Post by T on Feb 2, 2019 8:44:52 GMT -5
“Erm.” Russ glanced back at the Saiyan woman next to him briefly before looking back towards the robot. “Sure.” He shook his head. Attempting to understand the West City accent brought him nowhere. Despite the warning, it seemed as though she decided to tag along. No harm in having additional hands, he supposed. Hopefully, they could pull through this little event together without gaining any wounds in the process.
“Wonderful!” The machine then pointed out of a window towards the launchpads in the distance. “Please board the two Saiyan pods located outside the cafe we have prepared for you.” True to word, the aforementioned space vessels could be seen waiting with doors open. If anything looked more like a trap, it would be a space-pod’s entrance hanging open without anyone guarding them whatsoever. That or maybe this was a simple case of carelessness.
With a small wave to his acquaintance, the boy smirked. “Race you there!” He vanished immediately after saying that. Whether he teleported out or moved at supersonic speeds was unclear at best. Though, the cafe’s entrance swaying slowly back and forth in the wind seemed to denote the latter. The muffled sound of the spacefaring vehicle taking off could be heard by that point.
It zoomed high above the stratosphere, and-
It exploded.
A grand orange light filled the sky. It lingered for a moment before fading away once more. Whether or not Cass had actually entered her space pod or not, it was clear that this too would happen. No trace of Russ could be seen after the explosion. All that could be heard was a roaring laughter from the distance. What became of the young man, none would know for sure. But the female Saiyan’s fate was now in her own hands.
What will she do?
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Post by Cassava on Feb 3, 2019 8:38:47 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Russ didn't seem to have any issues with letting her join along in the fun, at least, no upfront complaints. Of course, she wasn't completely oblivious or unaware that this was certainly fishy, she was just confident of her ability to wiggle out of a tough situation. At least, she hoped she could. The machine seemed eager to send them on their way, it pointed towards an ominous launchpad in the distance with two pristine, and unguarded Saiyan pods just waiting. Her eyes squinted to try and make them out. Perhaps she was so focused, she hadn't heard Russ tell her to race him, and didn't account for the man now missing from her side. "Huh, what the?" Cassava mumbled while watching the entrance of the front of the café swing around violently. He had left, in a hurry too. Cassava rushed out the door and took powered flight towards the launchpad. Immediately she saw Russ's pod shoot off into the atmosphere, only to break apart and explode into a confetti of falling embers and burning chunks of metal. Her eyes widened, she desperately felt for the man's power signature, but she couldn't catch anything. Oh no, did he perish amongst this cruel trick? Still, there was an ominous anime guy laugh filling the air. She paused, her eyes desperately seeking out the direction of the voice. It seemed ironically so happy in contrast to the screams of terror or confusion from the other masses. She darted off in its direction. Clearly, this was a trap after all, and her new friend had just taken a big L in getting on that ship. Unless, he used some of his funky magical powers to make him appear in a new spot. That was always a possibility. ALAS, CASSAVA WAS FOCUSED NOW. Her body ripped off, closer and closer she came to the voice of laughter permeating the open air. Then, she found the source. Was he that dumb to start laughing after a victory of only one being killed? Perhaps so. She had to know why them, why were they targeted? Who else had suffered a similar fate? "YOU THERE, WHAT'S SO DARN FUNNY?"
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Post by T on Feb 7, 2019 2:11:00 GMT -5
“HA HUERGH HOY.” Laughing- would it be fair to call it laughing? Laughing roared ever louder as the Saiyan warrior drew closer to its source. It was a speck in the distance. A mere dot which grew larger and larger. The mastermind of this plan. The owner of the cafe. The reason behind the reason of why those mechanical entities had power signatures. “It is I!”
“META AR-PI.” It was a potato.
The potato had spindly arms, legs and a pair of eyes. A wedge appeared to be missing between its eyes. This gap looked akin to an exaggerated mouth- flapping up and down every single time it uttered a syllable. Speaking of which, the spud possessed a surprisingly booming voice for being; well; a spud. It seemed no larger than the palm of her hand as well. If she really wanted to, the fighter could probably squish it flat like a mosquito.
“Now that a minion of the Kais is out of the picture, I can TAKE OVER NAMEK.” Ar-pi stood on a small metallic disk floating in the air. It made numerous dramatic gestures while proclaiming its identity and intentions. Not long after, the thing unloaded a full-fledged backstory on his enemy. “For you see, the Tateronians have long been dismissed as pathetic WEAKLINGS that are incapable of utilising any form of martial or technological skill in the slightest.” How it got this far without either of those was a wonder. “But now, it is I; META AR-PI; who has killed the STRONGEST weak GUY IN THE GALAXY.”
“Now prepare yourself for suffering of which you’ve never even fathomed before!” It announced while pressing a tiny red button on a slightly larger remote.
Nothing happened.
Yet.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 8, 2019 10:33:27 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. The incessant and nauseating wheezing was coming from somewhere. She had used echolocation based on the sounds of the perpetrators spit hitting the walls. It allowed the Saiyan warrior to quickly make her way to what seemed to be the grand supreme bad guy behind it all. Cassava narrowed her eyes, taking in the brown, dirt covered spud that had arms, legs, and an intimidating gaze. For a potato that is. "What, in the, hell?" Cassava spoke mutely. Her finger pointed at the angry, yet, giddily happy spud. He took great pride and pleasure in his explosive disposal of Russ. Yet, did he forget only one of the pods lifted off? Did he assume that both the woman and Russ crammed themselves into one pod and saved the potato time and resources? Maybe he was naïve enough to think they both died in that explosion, but Cassava wasn't quite sure that Russ was out of commission. He was already dead, right? Did he get a free pass here and there to live? Minion of the Kais. Take over Namek. Why Namek?
So many questions were trying to be thought through in the young warrior's head. Alas, this spud was now on a rant. He explained his plot, his means, and even his end game. Cassava chuckled under her breath, now standing blatantly obviously in front of the spud. That's when he threatened her and hit a red button. Cassava waited, her eyes warily scanning around. Still, nothing out of the ordinary was happening. On top of that, she didn't get to ask the evil guy why he wanted to take over a rock like New Namek. "Wow, you erm. Like to talk, s-so, why New Namek?" Cassava asked, anticipating something negative to happen from the button press at any time. Perhaps snaked would fall on her head. Maybe the ball pit? Perhaps a mix of both. The Saiyan woman shuttered at the thought of what this creep would do to torment her.
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Post by T on Feb 10, 2019 2:17:26 GMT -5
“I’d thought you’d ask that.” Misinterpreting her chuckling as a form of quaking in fear, the spud attempted to cross its arms. It failed. The arms were too short. “Well then, since your DOOM approaches ever faster, I’ll oblige your request for information.” The creature stowed away its remote into a questionable pocket. Now came the time to explain its hidden motivation behind the food chain and plans.
“Long, long ago-”
It was but a mere potato in an agri-lab on New Namek. All was well back then. It had yet to become sentient, and the scientists working there were conducting experiments regarding the nutritional value of different crops grown on this planet. The person in charge of this research team was named Dr. Melbert Kleinstein. Despite being proficient in the field of theoretical physics, he somehow excelled in this area as well. All was going well until-
“Freeze!” A squad of men in black burst into the laboratory. “Hands in the air, Vegan Police!” True to word, the letters ‘VEG’ were present on their patrol uniforms. The doctor himself opened his mouth to begin speaking, but was stopped short by an incoming volley of energy bullets.
One of these stray bullets knocked over a flask of mutagens which in turn knocked over a rod of highly radioactive Stupidium. That rod then knocked over a cup of coffee which spilt onto a bag of fertilisers. The fertiliser-coffee combo flooded over a batch of potatoes. Such a disastrous and badly described chain of events led to one thing.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The crops became sentient.
“-and that’s why I want to take New Namek.” It concluded at last. Meta Ar-Pi seemed content in its backstory. As if it explained anything at all.
Schwip. Out from behind, a high pitched screech sounded out. Upon turning, one might catch a glimpse of the teenager. “Alright, two things.” He cut straight to the point. “First things first, still ali-” ‘Alive’ was the wrong word. “I’m still here,” Russ corrected the statement. Now that his presence was know, he decided to move on to more pressing matters.“Secondly, there’s a giant robot heading from space over here. I saw it from space.” His attention shifted to Cassava as he nodded lightly. “How big? Wellllllll-” He looked up.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 10, 2019 21:49:47 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. This potato was animated. It bounced around with just about as much fluid and grace as it could muster. Still, it resembled something out of a cartoon from her childhood. The Saiyan woman with a striking gold gaze continued to let the spud explain its past, story, and reasoning for its sentience amongst other potatoes. Cassava took mental notes as the spud blabbed and blabbed. At least she was learning a bit; no, no she wasn't because the Vegan Police arrived. The raven-haired woman stood awestruck as the authorities came guns blazing. Was she a part of the person to put her hands up? Were they after Ar-Pi? Her head was spinning at yet another shift in the story today. Alas, she knew everything now. Why this spud was so deadest on New Namek, everything. She chuckled a bit, her eyes managing to roll back into her skull once more. This story was so elaborate and irrelevant. Ar-Pi could have just said that he was a mutant. Alas, how many other talking potatoes were there out there? Then. . . Russ. Cassava looked at the man who popped into view. He was smooth, slick, and listening to the conversation thus far without detection. The Saiyan listened carefully as Russ explained his situation, but besides getting blown up by angry mister potato heads, there was apparently some mega robot heading their way. The Saiyan gulped hard, her fingers scratching through the tresses of dark black hair. No, she didn't want to contend with a giant robot, but this must have been something triggered earlier by that damn remote. A slender finger pointed at spud, and then to Russ. "You're a little sneaky bastard. You, you're alive! Yes! How did you pull off that one?" Cassava exhaled in relief, her sullen gaze shooting over to the looming gaze in the horizon. It was utterly, terrifying. Cassava shook in her katchin boots, her gaze unable to tear from the giant mechas. It creeped her out frankly. "My kame. I just wanted some food, perhaps do a good deed of getting some halos back. Perhaps fighting kid's show mecha villains wasn't in the stars?" Cassava tried to find humor in this situation, but it was lacking. "I'm going to assume the robot doesn't like us huh?"
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Post by T on Feb 12, 2019 9:36:33 GMT -5
“Wasn’t a really powerful explosion,” said the boy with a strange level of nonchalantness. None could say what standard he applied. Nevertheless Cassava managed to hit the nail on its head with her next prediction. The robot did not, in fact, like them. However, Russ did not, in fact, know that. Telling whether it could massively damage the planet was easy. But could a machine actually hate them? “Ehhhhhhhhhhh-” He looked up at the sky for any telling signs that it hated them. The face was creepy, sure, but maybe it just looked wei-
It had angry eyebrows “Op- oh. Erm. Yeah, it doesn’t like us.” The young Saiyan; with his immense knowledge of matters social, economical, and paradoxically logical; deduced as such. He pinched his cheek lightly. A test to see if he was dreaming. Thereafter, he steered the conversation back into its proper direction. “Anyway, I’ve got a plan if you’re up for it.” Not quite the best strategy to speak of it right in front of their enemy, but by the looks of it, the sniggering potato was far too confident in the colossal automaton. “We can’t just up and destroy it or else it’s going to land on some parts of the city. So, we’re going to have to push it further into space and then take it out completely in one blast.”
Laughing broke their chain of dialogue.“You FOOLS!” Ar-Pi exclaimed cockily. “Do you two really think you can beat my ULTRA MASTERPIECE?” A hypothetical question. Regardless, the answer could have been ‘yes’ if not for the fact that it continued talking. “Even I don’t know how to beat it- I BUILT IT WITHOUT AN OFF SWITCH!” How it even managed to get this far was surreal. How a potato with stubby little arms and legs built an entire moon-sized mech felt surreal.
Silence came soon after. Russ was at a clear loss for words. He stared at the non-vegetating vegetable for a minute before facing her again.
“So are you up for it?” He asked, breaking the silence at last.
Meanwhile, the automaton had other plans.
Murder.exe A harsh red glare scintillated down from up above. For an instant, one might be able to sense a surge of energy from the very skies around them. The crimson glow enveloped them all. Loud whirring filled the air as scorching rays of heat poured down. Was it a Namekian sun? Looking skyward can quickly correct that notion. The source of heat became abundantly clearer. It came closer, closer, closer still until bathing the three of them entirely in a vast wave of energy. Whether Cassava was hit or managed to avoid it depended entirely on her own skills. The teenager himself only managed to protect himself and the city below from being annihilated from residual energy.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 12, 2019 19:32:48 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. "Wasn't a really powerful explosion."
That was what his reply was. The woman stood there, mouth ajar, in pure awe. This man could magically teleport, sense energy, was dead, and NOW could survive explosions. Cassava was at a loss, but just accepted the fact that this was Russ, with the same feeling of his aura. This wasn't an imposter, nor a automaton. Oh, automatons. There is still the major issue with that guy with the on fleek brows Cassava gazed up at it, back to Russ, and then to the Potato man who seemed to be high off his ass on laughing gas. The raven-haired woman tried to contain her laughter, for it would only prove her mentally ill amongst this group of people and things. "Go into space, wait can I even breath in space?" Cassava asked with a blank face. She had never tried it personally. How high could she go before she perished from lack of air? Surely it wasn't before the robot got into orbit. DID HE EXPECT TO HOLD HER BREATH? Her heart was beating a mile a minute, still, Cassava was no ordinary woman. She was a Saiyan warrior, a former military member, and today, a good person. Still, she hadn't fought in space, nor against giant robots. "I suppose that. . . We can give it a shot! What do we have to lose by me helping? Or trying," Cassava noted at the end. She then focused on the incessant spud who kept gloating about his MASTERPIECE which he didn't even build right. He forgot an off switch. Some masterpiece. They didn't have the luxury to go over their plan much. There was now a giant, RED EYED, eyebrow robot above. It looked like it was powering up or about to transform, but what came was worse. A powerful wave of energy showered the entire city. Cassava wasn't ready. She moved fast, but she couldn't avoid the waves of pain that pelted her body. None the less, it wasn't the worst pain she had felt in her life. She snapped back to attention before nodding towards Russ. She moved quickly, moving towards the giant robot, hopefully alongside Russ. How did she even engage this thing? She hovered before the giant beast, all the while it could lash out at any time. Alas, she would attack for now. Cassava's left arm was mostly lame and in bandages, but now it sprung to life. Dirt-stained bandages shifted from view, and from the woman's frail, and full black left arm, a crimson power began to manifest. Bigger and bigger her limb enlarged until a giant reaching red claw of energy was sprouted where her extremity was. She moved in, wide sweeping attacks from her claw mixed with punches dented the outside of the massive robot. Still, the woman had to be doing. . . some damage, right?
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Post by T on Feb 13, 2019 11:36:45 GMT -5
That she did. As claws swept in and fists made contact with metal, significant chunks of metal were being torn off. Plating flew out of orbit as she tore through metres and metres of pure armour. Her efforts were paying off greatly. Gaps and large gashes formed after each consecutive attack. It was as if the Saiyan was mining for gold among grand collections of rock and dirt. Slowly but surely, the assault made its mark. She managed to strike the jackpot.
Almost a half a mile into the outer shell was a clear opening to the robot’s inner machinery. Now, the option whether to enter or continue the barrage from outside laid with her. Excessive amounts of wiring, flashing lights, and cool air resided within the inner area. Only she could decide whether or not to would enter. No one else knew any wiser as to which decision best suited their situation.
On the other end of this battle was Russ. He headed straight for the machine’s chest plating. Both hands were placed upon its surface. He grit his teeth, concentrating ki around the entire being. A small atmosphere formed in and out of this robot. The boy had a plan in action. If he simply pushed with all his might, the metal would crumple around his palms. However, by focusing telekinetic potential on every part of its body, he can begin the arduous task of pushing.
Inch by inch, it started to shift further into space. One could finally breathe while near the robot. Eyebrows slanted even further. Things were beginning to heat up. The loud whirring from before returned- much closer in proximity this time around. Will our heroes would prevail? The probability of them doing so felt uncertain at best, especially to the citizens far down below who could only stare up in awe.
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Post by Cassava on Feb 13, 2019 16:19:06 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. The woman's appendages ironically all landed with precision, alas, on the outside it looked like a wild dance of punches, swipes, kicks, and dazzling aerobics. The petite frame of the Saiyan moved closer and closer to the innerworkings of the giant machination. It didn't take more than a dozen attacks before the woman had created a hole big enough for her frame to fit through. Still, what lurked inside was worrying. Was it a trap? Something that the potato man thought of in his designing of the large hollow like chassis. Whatever, she moved inside. At least she could probably find some sort of mechanism to ruin to stop the massive enemy. Alas, it looked like she would have to fly for quite a few miles until she could even get to the center of the gargantuan automaton. She flew fast, her ebony hair whipping behind as she dodged steel beams and hanging wires. Her eyes darted between each blinking light in hopes of a computer console or the likes. Alas, before she could even figure out up from down due to the caverns of electronics. She still persevered, that is, until another wave of energy like before came out of nowhere. Now that she realized how much it would sting, she prepared herself. Using her claw, she cut a physical gash into the wave and pushed through. It didn't matter how many swipes or strikes it would take, Cassava was almost there. Finally, she hit jackpot. The Saiyan woman came to a screeching halt at the base of some sort of computer console. The surface of the machine was dusty and labeled by obscure names. There was a stepping stool in front of the console, presumably Ar-Pi's. There were only a few buttons and knobs, but there was one thing labeled, 'I-brow Immolation'. SURELY THAT WAS THE MOVE IT WAS USING. It's odd, full and thick eyebrows moved around before his wave of powerful energy. Maybe if she hit this button, it would stop one function of the robot. She punched her claw forward, smashing the console and leaving nothing but sparking wires behind. On the outside however, who knew what was happening after her actions.
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Post by T on Feb 15, 2019 13:45:16 GMT -5
As soon as the console was ripped apart, loud sirens and red lights filled the core room. Messing with a weapon operating system was not; by quite a handful of people’s metrics; a good idea. The entire room itself began to quiver and shake as if an earthquake affected it. Yet, the structure of Cassava’s surroundings held strong. It appeared that she had done her part in this dire situation. A grand explosion echoing out from outside displayed just that.
Giant Automaton - [ ||||||||||||||||||||| ] Russ pushed ever harder into space. By that point, New Namek was reduced to a pea-sized sphere from his perspective. Sweat flung past his limbs and into the depths of space. Looking back at the planet, he let out a sigh of relief. The robot had been displaced far enough from any citizens. Now, they could finally engage it in combat. All he needed to do was regroup with his acquaintance. His gaze darted towards the main body- aaaaaaand the veteran left no trace of her. She disappeared.
That was not a good sign. All things considered, two bursts of light from mechanical eyes was not a good sign either. Nevertheless, a most peculiar sight greeted him between the flashes. Cracks coursed through the machine’s face. Individual sections of plating started to come apart. Its beady globes let loose a ruby glow. He brought up both arms to shield himself. One. Two. Three seconds passed. Blinking in surprise, the boy looked around only to find no incoming lasers whatsoever.
In fact, something else happened entirely.
Eyebrow Lost There were times when events occur that are beyond a mortal beings understanding. This was not one of those times. Of course, any significant amount of destruction could have shook the building-sized eyebrow loose. The young Saiyan just wanted to know why he specifically had to see that. “What the he-”
Cutting back to the woman’s perspective, it seems as though she was in for a rather alarming notification. “RIGHT(LEFT) EYEBROW LOST.” A familiar voice boomed out. It sounded rustic- almost potato-like. “I-BROW IMMOLATION FUNCTION LOST.” Her assault paid off. That was probably what the creator deserved for poorly designing a machine which spanned about the size of a continent. “ENGAGING SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE IN FIVE SECONDS.”
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Post by Cassava on Feb 16, 2019 21:04:23 GMT -5
your darkness will be shrouded by my own. Cassava stared at the spark emitting terminal, or what remained of it, for a second before noting the enormous explosion that came from the outside. She inhaled sharply as if bracing for shrapnel or something falling from the ceiling. Alas, the structural integrity of the inside of the automaton seemed well intact. Luckily that meant Cassava wouldn't be in too much trouble. Any harm that the Saiyan could do to the robot now would be helpful, she only hoped that Russ on the outside was okay with that sudden explosion. At this point she couldn't tell if it was a result of her mayhem or the man outside fighting the robot as well. Cassava pressed on, her eyes looking around for more inside the metal carapace. Her eyes darted around, looking for any clue. Then, she saw a light. It was ambient and blinking fast, but it was surely a sign of something else to sabotage. Well, that's what she would have done, if the words that followed the explosion didn't make the hair on her arms stand. Self-destruct sequence? She was inside. All the math told her she should be worried, but she was standing, erm, hovering in place right now. She didn't move a muscle, and for a moment she forgot from which way she even came. She looked straight up, her only option to bore a new hole outside of the beast of a cage. She moved quickly, ha bright red energy blast swelling in her claw of a hand. Bigger and bigger she managed to manifest the energy before slinging it towards the ceiling or body of the enemy. Her salvo made its impact, slamming into the metal and sparking a bit before boring its way through. Once the sphere of energy made its hole, Cassava shot through to try and find her comrade in battle. "Russ! Where are you?" Cassava shouted, her senses trying to feel out for his aura. What good did it do her? She flew around, her eyes scanning for the Earthling before she finally found him. She rushed to his side before looking the man over for wounds. He seemed intact, though she knew he was more than capable at this point. Especially so after surviving whatever sort of bomb was attached to that pod from earlier. She barked towards the man with worry. "Are you doing all right? I managed to blow some stuff up on the inside, I'm not sure what it did. How do you suppose we get this thing down all the way?" Cassava inquired. She was a combat veteran, but no experience could prepare the woman to go up against a giant robot.
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Post by T on Feb 17, 2019 9:39:32 GMT -5
When the odd event took place, he was left staring at the machine while floating in place a mile away. Truth be told, the young man knew not of what to do now that they were this far out into space. Without any sign of his acquaintance, attempting to blast the robot to smithereens seemed like a horrible idea. Only when the Saiyan made herself known did he break away from his chain of thought.
“I think you did that.” He posted up at the cracked face which so happened to be missing an eyebrow. Had it been any other event, Russ probably would not point it out. He would not have needed to point out any other event. The boy possessed no knowledge of the countdown taking place. Sounds failed to travel in the vacuum of space, after all. Be that as it may, the two could still speak and breathe due to the artificial atmosphere provided.
“Well, I could destroy it by asking people on Namek to share energy with me.” That could make for a great final attack. He could imagine it clearly. Bright lights, an orchestrated soundtrack, motion blur and frame shaking. “But that’ll take like an hour.” That or five episodes. How unfortunate. “So how about a dual attack?” If they performed it correctly, they might just be able to obliterate the robot in one, clean strike.
Since they were at a good enough distance from it, such an idea might seem like it could work. Albeit, the amount of destruction wrought and cleanliness produced depended entirely on their teamwork in the act. Destruction. Strangely enough, the time for the countdown had elapsed without any form of explosion while they conversed. Could it be a trick? All the more likely considering it reached over. Hands as large as wheat fields closed in on the two. They had to act quickly.
It was then that he cupped his hands behind his back. Rays of light pierced past the gaps between his fingers and palms. “Gotta think fast- whatever you decide, I’ll support you!”
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