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Post by Pepa on Oct 13, 2018 9:18:54 GMT -5
There have probably been people who infuriated Eschalot more than the young woman now baiting her in the middle of the spaceport, but Eschalot couldn’t think of one off the top of her head. The local police turned up and started pointing their weapons, demanding that both fighters stand down. Eschalot, though, wasn’t any more inclined to listen to those locals than she was to the woman who had made a clumsy attempt at intimidating her. They were right about one thing, though – this wasn’t the kind of place it was sensible to have a battle. There were a lot of bystanders around who could be hurt in a scuffle, even one that she anticipated, arrogantly, would be over rather quickly. Luckily, she had a plan for dealing with that. As far as the bystanders were concerned, Eschalot simply disappeared from view – one moment she was hovering in front of Zerori, and in the next moment, she just, wasn’t there any more. Hopefully, Zerori’s senses are sharper than the rent-a-cops employed at the spaceport, because in the next heartbeat the angry Elite was raising through the air in front of Zerori with her fist leading the way. A brilliant blue flare of power erupted around her knuckles as she tore upwards, a devastating uppercut aiming to slam right into Zerori’s chin and hurl her into the air. “THAT’S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!”
Whether or not that initial impact was successful, the pureblood Saiyan would follow it up with a roundhouse kick aimed right for the Ultramarine’s stomach – her aim at this point was simple; to force her into the air, and then smack her towards the horizon, far away from the city limits, where she could beat some sense into her without innocent civilians or idiot cops getting in the way. BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
No enemy attacks yet. Eschalot has the initiative!
Bonus Action: None.
Standard Action #1: Rising Knuckle – Piercing & Shock | -5 ki cost
Acc – XsPrYyjH1d100+50
Dmg – 3d12+9
Status Chance (50%) – 1d100
At-Will: Impact – add +1 damage die to Rising Knuckle.
At-Will: Martial Arts Gi – add +15 acc and +1 damage tier to two attacks. 1/2
Standard Action: Basic Attack
Acc – 1d100+50
Dmg – 1d12+3
Status Chance (50%) – 1d100
At-Will: Martial Arts Gi – add +15 acc and +1 damage tier to two attacks. 2/2
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 4 – Currently enjoys +10 def, -2 damage from attacks, +10 accuracy and has OVERWHELMED Zerori
FIGHTING STYLE
Brutal
TRAITS
Rampage. At-will. Add dmg die to atks 2d4 to Supers and 1d4 to Basics. 3/3
Willpower. At-will. Dmg taken is ignored on turn. 2 turns later total returns as direct dmg. 1/1
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Martial Arts Gi
Accessory: Helmet
Gear: Senzu Bean
Gear: Trinket
SUPER ATTACKS
Unbowed Pride – Level 3 / Barrage / Charging
Rising Knuckle – Level 3 / Single / Piercing / Shock
TECHS
Clash 1/1
CURRENT PL: 65,150
HP: 80/80 | KI: 95/100 | DEF: 60 (70) | DMG DIE: 1d12+2 | ACC: +25 (+35) 1d100+50·3d12+9·1d100·1d100+50·1d12+3·1d100 |
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Post by Zerori on Oct 14, 2018 8:58:57 GMT -5
Maybe there were a few things that Zerori should have really taken into consideration when she opened her mouth. The impatience with which she had spoken, the bad choice of fighting location – even the amount of power that was released by the woman she had challenged. While she couldn’t directly sense the intense aura that eclipsed her own by WELL over double her power – she could taste the sharpness and feel the intensity. Given her natural disposition to shit talk – that was likely what incited her choice of words. Poor Zerori. While she awaited the woman to join her on the floor, a grin on her face as she expected a bit more banter or bravado, she would be sorely mistaken to find a painful uppercut to her chin as the response. “Gnk!” There was nothing and no one there to see before she felt the topsey turvey sensation of being in the air before another – MORE PAINFUL – hit to the stomach had her thinking she must have traveled back in time by how fast her body was projected. With a loud grunt of pain her body collided with the ground, dirt and gravel grinding into her suit as she came to a stop in the dirt. Already, she could feel the gradual darkness at the edges of her vision threatening to send her into a temporary nap, yet she shook her head fiercely to stay awake a bit longer. As she got to her feet, Zerori realized with a snarl on her face that this woman was far more powerful than she had imagined. No doubt about it that she wasn’t done with her yet, either and the hybrid spat out blood from her pierced cheek when Eschelot would likely return to where she’d thrown her. Briefly, she felt the nap of her neck to make sure the bomb wasn’t in any danger of going off – thankfully, it was protected. Once in her visual range, Zerori would waste no more time in closing the distance, “Don’t think you’ve won yet!” She hissed, rushing to within range of Eschelot before she would slide along the ground and attempt to throw the sole of her boot upwards into her opponent’s chin. Whether or not that hit, Zerori followed up with a twist of her core muscles and attempt to kick the woman away in a similar action as she had by planting her opposite foot square between Eschelot’s stomach to force her away. Words: 421 Pepa BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1: Rising Knuckle - 60 acc vs 60 def = 28 damage.
Bonus Action: Kiai - Effect | -15 ki cost
Result: 28 damage avoided
At-Will: Patroller Suit = +10 Accuracy (1/2)
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Enemy Attack #1: Basic Attack - 82 acc vs 60 def = 6 damage avoided
Result: 6 damage avoided
Standard Action: Basic Attack | -0 ki cost
Acc - _BzxZFBk1d100+40
Dmg - 1d12
Status Chance (50%) - 1d100
At-Will: Guile = Add a second Major Effect to a Super Attack (2/2)
Standard Action: Phoenix Fist - Charging+Slashing+Sear | -5 Ki Cost
Acc - 1d100+40
Dmg - 2d12 OR 2d12
Status Chance (50%) - 1d100
At-Will: N/A
End of turn Result: -2 damage taken
ACTIVE EFFECTS
N/A
FIGHTING STYLE
Analytical
TRAITS
Moxy (Fighting +5)
Guile (At Will) Add second major effect on Super Attack.
EQUIPMENT
Patroller Suit (At Will) Choose one at end-turn: +10 Defense or +10 Accuracy w/ all attacks
OTHER ITEMS
N/A
SUPER ATTACKS
Phoenix Fist (Rank 3 Mastered) Single, Charging, Searing effect
TECHS
Fire Breath (Rank 1) Bonus Action. 70% chance to burn. 2 Uses
Kiai (Rank 1) Cannot be hit by attacks with Acc roll under nat65. 1 Use
LEGENDARY
N/A
CURRENT PL: 12,300
HP: 53/55 | KI: 80/100 | DEF: 60 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC:+30
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Post by Pepa on Oct 14, 2018 14:55:16 GMT -5
The first kick was turned aside with a casual twist of her wrist. The second? That was much more dangerous. Eschalot blurred once more out of existence, having to use her energy for a burst of speed sufficient to avoid the impending blow. That was, unexpected. She had thought that the woman would have been easy to deal with; but no. She was more talented than she’d given her credit for. Perhaps all that thuggery in service to the Empire had taught her a few tricks worth knowing after all. “Oh, don’t worry.” Eschalot replied, coolly, “We’ll both know when I’ve won. There’s not going to be any room for doubt.”Outside of city limits, she didn’t have to worry about collateral damage any more. The ground exploded beneath her as she erupted forwards, a gale of debris left in her wake as she closed on the woman and her smug expression. Eschalot had often been accused of having too much ‘martial’ in her fighting style and no real ‘art’. It was something that she doubted her current opponent would complain about, but she’d always worn it as a badge of honour. There was no attempt to confuse or misdirect Zerori as she closed the second time. Her knee came up sharply, aiming to crash into Zerori’s stomach and double her over, before bringing her elbow down HARD towards the back of the woman’s skull. The Saiyan Elite definitely wasn’t holding back at all in her blows. Against a lesser opponent, these strikes could risk serious injury – even death! But she was fairly confident that Zerori would be tough enough to withstand it. Besides, the fight would serve no purpose if she was holding back, and she had the medical equipment necessary to stabilize the woman if she misjudged her strength and really did go too far in the other direction. But there was a principle on the line, here. Zerori had appeared for all the world like the same sort of smug, self-satisfied bully that would prey on the weak and make life miserable just because she could. If the woman had any kind of power at all, Eschalot felt an obligation to teach her the perils of abusing it before she ran into someone without the restraint with which Eschalot controlled herself. The same restraint which currently had her attempting to crack the Officer’s skull open like an egg. BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1: Basic Attack - 44 acc vs 70 def - MISS.
Enemy Attack #2: Phoenix Fist - 121 acc vs 70 Def - Rapid Movement used - MISS
Bonus Action: Rapid Movement vs Phoenix Fist. -10 ki.
At-Will: RAMPAGE ENGAGE - additional 1d4 damage to Basic Attacks this round.
Standard Action: Basic Attack
Acc – 4z7KckbG1d100+50
Dmg – 2d12+6 1d4 (Total Damage: 18)
At-Will: Impact – add +1 damage die to Basic Attack.
At-Will: Martial Arts Gi – add +15 acc and +1 damage tier to two attacks. 1/2
Standard Action: Basic Attack
Acc – 1d100+50
Dmg – 1d12+3 1d4 (Total Damage: 7)
At-Will: Martial Arts Gi – add +15 acc and +1 damage tier to two attacks. 2/2
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 4 – Currently enjoys +10 def, -2 damage from attacks, +10 accuracy and has OVERWHELMED Zerori
FIGHTING STYLE
Brutal
TRAITS
Rampage. At-will. Add dmg die to atks 2d4 to Supers and 1d4 to Basics. 2/3
Willpower. At-will. Dmg taken is ignored on turn. 2 turns later total returns as direct dmg. 1/1
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Martial Arts Gi
Accessory: Helmet
Gear: Senzu Bean 1/1
Gear: Trinket 1/1
OTHER ITEMS
None
SUPER ATTACKS
Unbowed Pride – Level 3 / Barrage / Charging
Rising Knuckle – Level 3 / Single / Piercing / Shock
TECHS
Clash 1/1
CURRENT PL: 65,150
HP: 80/80 | KI: 85/100 | DEF: 60 (70) | DMG DIE: 1d12+2 | ACC: +25 (+35) 1d100+50·2d12+6·1d4·1d100+50·1d12+3·1d4 |
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Post by Zerori on Oct 14, 2018 16:23:55 GMT -5
Right out the gate, the hybrid figured this was going to be a struggle. Not only from the lack of hard hits she was inflicting, but the significant lack of hits in general. Back on her feet, Zerori realized quickly that the second hit didn’t make any purchase and glared angrily at her opponent a fair distance away. At the taunt, Zerori clenched her fist with renewed fury before she jumped back to her full height and gathered energy quickly. If I have to hear one more SECOND on their talk-! Though, such a thought was hardly without it’s irony given the constant talk she’d given just before these set of events. From the heat radiating off of her arms, Zerori knew that the flames of her power were starting to ignite without her intent to do so; clearly, a reaction from her own hot-headedness brought about by her own demonic blood. It burned brightly, almost knowingly, as Zerori rushed at Eschelot. As if thinking the same, her opponent rushed her as well. Her arm was thrown forward as Eschelot’s knee likely made contact. Zerori’s only defensive reaction was a block with her opposite hand, should she have been fast enough. Whatever happened next likely would have been a blur to Zerori, her face slamming hard into the ground from the impact of the next hit. Disoriented, she didn’t know what was forward, backwards, left OR right as she attempted to roll out of the way of anymore attacks and regain her composure. With a shake of her head, Zerori turned back to Eschelot, blood seeping from a wound just above her left eye, “Tch, that was… nothhiiing-” It might have been believable, had she not slurred her words near the end. As her vision cleared, Zerori would side-step a few times to keep her wits about her before she stepped in close and swung. Like a good old fashion boxing match, except with her favored arm being on fire. A simple jab aimed toward Eschelot’s cheek, with a simple but harsh back-hand followed up quickly after. BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1: Basic Attack - 77 acc vs 60 def = 18 damage.
Bonus Action: N/A
Result: 18 damage taken
At-Will: Patroller Suit = +10 Accuracy (1/1)
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Enemy Attack #1: Basic Attack - 114 acc vs 60 def = 7 damage
Result: 7 damage taken
Standard Action: Phoenix Fist - Charging/Sear | -5 ki cost
Acc - EBLxIWf21d100+40
Dmg - 2d12 OR 2d12
Status Chance (50%) - 1d100
At-Will: Guile = Add a second Major Effect to a Super Attack (1/1)
Standard Action: Phoenix Fist - Charging/Slashing/Sear | -5 Ki Cost
Acc - 1d100+40
Dmg - 2d12 OR 2d12
Status Chance (50%) - 1d100
At-Will: N/A
End of turn Result: -27 damage taken (25 from attacks and 2 being OVERWHELMED)
ACTIVE EFFECTS
N/A
FIGHTING STYLE
Analytical
TRAITS
Moxy (Fighting +5)
Guile (At Will) Add second major effect on Super Attack.
EQUIPMENT
Patroller Suit (At Will) Choose one at end-turn: +10 Defense or +10 Accuracy w/ all attacks
OTHER ITEMS
N/A
SUPER ATTACKS
Phoenix Fist (Rank 3 Mastered) Single, Charging, Searing effect
TECHS
Fire Breath (Rank 1) Bonus Action. 70% chance to burn. 2 Uses
Kiai (Rank 1) Cannot be hit by attacks with Acc roll under nat65. 1 Use
LEGENDARY
N/A
CURRENT PL: 12,300
HP: 26/55 | KI: 70/100 | DEF: 60 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC:+30
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Post by Pepa on Oct 14, 2018 16:46:36 GMT -5
That ‘simple jab’ had Eschalot’s head snapping backwards, a light coating of flame flowing over her body as the power of her opponent made direct contact. Unfortunately for Zerori, the Saiyan Elite was about as capable of taking hits as she was at dishing them out. She spat to the side, a little blood among the saliva, as raised her arm to take the second strike. The blow was turned aside easily, and Eschalot’s dark expression only seemed more angered now that her opponent had actually landed a strike. “I’ll give it to you. I felt that. Well done.” Despite the fact that her aura was now shot through with licks of bright orange flame, Eschalot didn’t seem to be inclined to let this go. In close quarters, she was right where she wanted to be; where battle felt most comfortable and she could unleash the full fury of her injured pride. Blue power surged around her with renewed vigour, her powered summoned in dramatic display as the ground shook and cracked beneath their struggle. Eschalot might have the advantage in terms of raw power, but Zerori was proving to be a difficult nut to crack; she was having to pull out all the stops here! It had been a long time since she’d felt so consistently infuriated. Maybe she even believed Zerori’s insistence that she hadn’t even felt the previous blows. If it was supposed to make the Saiyan Elite consider backing down, it had the exact opposite effect. Instead, Eschalot renewed her assault. She moved so quickly her outlined seemed to blur, a trail of glowing blue power left in her wake as she aimed to hammer her fist into Zerori’s midsection again, and again, and again. Dozens of blows flung in rapid succession, she’d only stop to deliver a crushing axe-handle strike: intended to be the final blow… though with Zerori’s stubborn refusal to go down so far, perhaps she’d pull another surprise out of the bag! BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1: Phoenix Fist - CRITICAL HIT! - 21 dmg dealt -2 for Edge = 19. Burn inflicted.
Enemy Attack #2: Phoenix Fist - Miss
Bonus Action: None.
Standard Action: Condense -5 ki / +2 damage dice and enemy can't use rapid movement or guard on next super.
Standard Action: Unbowed Pride
Acc – GFIHDZ6a1d100+50
Dmg – 6d12+18 OR 6d12+18
At-Will: Impact - +1 damage die on Unbowed Pride.
At-Will: Martial Arts Gi – add +15 acc and +1 damage tier to two attacks. 1/2
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 4 – Currently enjoys +10 def, -2 damage from attacks, +10 accuracy and has OVERWHELMED Zerori
Burn - Taking two damage each round 1/2
FIGHTING STYLE
Brutal
TRAITS
Rampage. At-will. Add dmg die to atks 2d4 to Supers and 1d4 to Basics. 3/3
Willpower. At-will. Dmg taken is ignored on turn. 2 turns later total returns as direct dmg. 1/1
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Martial Arts Gi
Accessory: Helmet
Gear: Senzu Bean
Gear: Trinket
OTHER ITEMS
None
SUPER ATTACKS
Unbowed Pride – Level 3 / Barrage / Charging
Rising Knuckle – Level 3 / Single / Piercing / Shock
TECHS
Clash 1/1
CURRENT PL: 65,150
HP: 59/80 | KI: 70/100 | DEF: 60 (70) | DMG DIE: 1d12+2 | ACC: +25 (+35) 1d100+50·6d12+18·6d12+18 |
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Post by Zerori on Oct 15, 2018 18:38:44 GMT -5
With head bowed and arms up, Zerori stared straight ahead with her teeth gnashed in concentration, silently grinning in celebration as her first hit had seemingly taken Eschelot off guard and landed square into her jaw. It wasn’t until her second strike was already in transit that her blood ran cold as it was caught easily by the woman’s fist. The words cut into her, chilling her to the bone as Eschelot made mention of the successful jab, even as the power that she had tasted from a distance was now completely in her face and VERY plain to feel. Her head snapped down, seeing the ground transfigure beneath her feet only to snap her head back up and attempt to jump away from the woman, intent to pull her hand from the iron grasp. Their grip was vice-like, however, and Zerori would find herself quickly on the receiving end of a brutal barrage of hits against the plate of her armor. Honestly, it didn’t even feel like she was being protected by the material at all! Zerori’s face cringed in a myriad of expressions before the final hit, Eschelot stretched above a hunched over and winded hybrid, before Zerori (once again) got an intimate encounter with the ground and about 3-6 inches of the rock beneath it. From there, for a good few minutes, there was nothing but the silence and calm of darkness – thoroughly knocked into unconsciousness. It went without saying that Zerori really didn’t see what had hit her! It wasn’t until many moments later, likely a good time for Eschelot to realize the true victor of their match – if it could be called such – that a low grunt, followed by a pained groan muffled in the ground could be heard. Nearly imbedded in the rock, Zerori didn’t feel like she could move and could hardly realize how much time had passed, either, Awww… fuck, what time is it? Vainly, the hybrid struggled to move, shifting the earth under her body for a moment before it fell back against the ground in a pathetic slump of over-used muscles, burnt skin along her right arm and a cramp in her stomach that felt like she'd been run through. "U-Ugh, somebody... get a medic. I'm definitely dyin' and it ain't cuz o' the booze..." BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1:Unbowed Pride - 123 acc vs 60 def = 47 damage.
Bonus Action: Unable to block - No Actions taken
Result: 47 damage taken
At-Will: N/A
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No Standard Actions available
At-Will: N/A
End of turn Result: -49 damage taken (47 from Unbowed Pride and + 2 damage from being OVERWELMED)
KO! Eschelot is the winner of the Spar!
ACTIVE EFFECTS
N/A
FIGHTING STYLE
Analytical
TRAITS
Moxy (Fighting +5)
Guile (At Will) Add second major effect on Super Attack.
EQUIPMENT
Patroller Suit (At Will) Choose one at end-turn: +10 Defense or +10 Accuracy w/ all attacks
OTHER ITEMS
N/A
SUPER ATTACKS
Phoenix Fist (Rank 3 Mastered) Single, Charging, Searing effect
TECHS
Fire Breath (Rank 1) Bonus Action. 70% chance to burn. 2 Uses
Kiai (Rank 1) Cannot be hit by attacks with Acc roll under nat65. 1 Use (USED)
LEGENDARY
N/A
CURRENT PL: 12,300
HP: 0/55 | KI: 70/100 | DEF: 60 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC:+30
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Post by Pepa on Oct 16, 2018 2:37:12 GMT -5
After Zerori went down, Eschalot stood over her for a few seconds, making sure that the woman’s unconsciousness wasn’t an act. She turned her over with the toe of her boot, and hmphed, before she allowed her power to die back down. It took some effort to suppress her strength again, her blood was up and she was a little disappointed that all the big words from her opponent hadn’t been matched in action… but she wasn’t going to let herself stand like a towering beacon over the poor woman. The last thing either of them really needed was to attract any further undue attention; there was simply no need for her to keep her power burning. Eschalot tapped a button on the side of her forearm-mounted computer, and a little vial popped out of the bottom of it. This she poured down Zerori’s throat, and the woman’s eyes fluttered open along with her groaning complaining. S-Extract was a potent healing agent; very good at making sure that someone didn’t die, and it even came with a flood of rejuvenating energy! It also tasted like licking the inside of a trash bag, and it wasn’t so effective that Serori was going to feel like she could take on the whole world again. “Don’t make a fuss.” Eschalot chastised the injured Ultramarine harshly. “You’re not going to die. Not if you’ve got any brains left in your skull.”
Eschalot folded her arms across her chest, cracking her neck with a loud pop as she glowered down at the woman, just as hard and unyielding as she had been through the rest of the combat. The fact that the flames smouldering over her body still burned, until at last they slowly fizzled out, only made the effect more intimidating. “Take it as a lesson.” She said, “If you go around running your mouth off like that, you’ll run into people who are much worse than I am. Compared to some of the Queen’s goons, I’m weak as a kitten, and you people are actually at war with them. Pick your fights, or you’re not going to have many more of them. Understand?”
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Post by Zerori on Oct 16, 2018 19:38:19 GMT -5
In the midst of her over-dramatic (it felt life-threatening!) agony, Zerori was surprised to be given something down her throat – a liquid of some kind – and promptly coughed like she’d been fed sand through a straw. “What-!” She struggled between the painful hacking of the medicine now in her stomach, “-the fuck-! COFF! -was that?!” It wasn’t until her throat dulled to a hot soreness that she felt the dizzying coughing fit subside. With a shake of her head that hardly helped, Zerori looked up from her four-legged slumped posture to send a glare Eschelot’s way but wisely did nothing uncouth. That fight told her everything she needed to know, and she was probably lucky that she wasn’t killed on the spot. With a huff, she rolled onto her back to look up at the sky as she rested her body. I had her on the run, at least… Zerori tried to console herself, bitter defeat still fresh on her tongue. God, that shit tasted nasty – salt in the wounds, even! The red of Zerori’s eyes looked to Eschelot as she took it upon herself to teach Zerori a lesson; the words eliciting a grimace from the woman as she childishly averted her gaze with a snarl. With a grunt, Zerori slowly sat up from the ground, throwing her arms over bent knees before she looked back at Eschelot. “If you think I’m going to change how speak to anyone, you’ve got another thing coming. You got WAY too heated over a damn ship! And another thing! The Galactic Empire AREN’T my people,” She spat off to the side for effect before she pointed at the back of her neck. “I got the ‘Parole Package’ courtesy of the Empire’s surgeons making sure my abilities are put to use FOR the Empire. Not a choice since it was this or death - and I’m choosing to survive.” She massaged the back of her neck, thankful that the skin beneath it wasn’t marred or broken. Zerori made a gesture with opposite her hand, closing it with her palm face up before opening it suddenly, “One wrong move and PWAH! Headless.”Words: 369 Pepa |
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Post by Pepa on Oct 17, 2018 2:27:19 GMT -5
If Zerori was expecting her plight to elicit much in the way of sympathy from Eschalot, she is going to be sorely disappointed. The Saiyan Elite listened to what she had to say, but she was mostly left with the feeling that the Ultramarine was too wrapped-up in her own self-pity to even understand why Eschalot had decided to beat the hell out of her in the first place. “It wasn’t about the ship, you moron.” Eschalot said, folding her arms across her chest as she looked down on the injured woman. “It was about you trying to throw your weight around. You’ve got strength. If you abuse it like that, you could make life miserable for most of the people on this planet. I won’t allow that.”Then she stepped around the downed warrior, leaning in to have a look at the back of her neck. “Besides.” She continued, straightening up and looking towards the sky, as though the woman herself was completely irrelevant to her musings. “There are ways you can work around such things. If it can be put in, it can be taken out. Or a signal blocker can be found, or you can fry the trigger. You’re on Earth. I can count on one hand the number of species I know of who have a better reputation with technology than Earthlings.”Eschalot moved once more to stand directly in front of Zerori, and meet those bright red eyes. Her tone was resigned, as though she were just disappointed in the woman she'd attacked at this point. “If you don’t want to be a lap dog, work to find a way out of it, don’t just give in. Where is your pride? You’re quick to mouth off to me, but you’ll grovel before these scumbags just because they’ll kill you? Disgusting. Should I threaten to kill you to make you behave like less of a bully?” Zerori |
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Post by Zerori on Oct 20, 2018 20:51:10 GMT -5
Whatever indignant reply Zerori had on the tip of her tongue was quickly bitten down at the woman’s insistence that the bomb in the back of her neck could most certainly be taken out somehow. She even had apparent knowledge of more than just Earthlings who could manage to take this thing out; the idea of it had the Saiyan give a deep sigh of resignation before she scratched the back of her neck with irritation. Her suggestion was blocking the signal or frying the trigger was a good one, she had to admit… Zerori was blind-sighted by Eschelot as she suddenly stepped into view completely and she grimaced at the rhetorical questions. Between the woman’s sentences, Zerori ire flared as she opened her mouth to say something before snapping it shut with a begrudging growl. The threat, if it was one, hung heavy in the air before Zerori finally spoke staring into Eschelot’s eyes. Her answer was simple, but heavy with loathing, “I’d fight to end of my life with everything I had…” She kept her gaze firm before cutting it short to stare at the ground, “-but I don’t want to die. I’m angry. All the time about shit I don’t feel in control of.” Before more might be said, however, Zerori was getting to her feet – pulling uncomfortably at the suit by its collar. She didn’t want to talk about the events that led up to this, not right now and certainly not after getting her ass beat to with an itch of her life with her pride shattered. Getting a lecture was just salt in the wounds. “I’m going. Thanks for the shitty pep talk,” She chuckled, throwing what she hoped sounded like a joke. Hard to tell with a woman like her, she mused. She walked off, hardly caring in the direction she went and not in the mood speak any longer. She had to a lot to think about in regards to this bomb. EXIT Words: 341 Pepa |
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Post by Pepa on Oct 22, 2018 13:25:19 GMT -5
Eschalot watched the Saiyan leave, narrowing her eyes as the woman wobbled off across the wilderness in a random direction. They both knew that she didn’t have a clue where she was going; they’d both come from the exact same place. They’d both been on the planet for the same amount of time.
“That girl didn’t understand a damn thing I was trying to say.”
Eschalot’s muttered frustration didn’t mean a thing, of course. Zerori was already gone, and the whole experience left a bad taste in the Saiyan Elite’s mouth. The next time she saw her, she wouldn’t be surprised if she had to kill her.
Maybe she should have tried a more softly-softly approach, but the woman was a damned Saiyan, she should be able to take her licks!
Rising up into the air, an obnoxious bleep interrupted Eschalot’s train of thought, and she raised her wrist-mounted computer to her eye line.
“What is it, Fry?” She asked. Another bleep followed.
“They’re impounding my ship?!”
Eschalot’s eyes practically bugged out of her skull, and she carved a blazing trail across the sky as she tore her way back to the spaceport. All thought of the woman, the fight, and the frustration she had been dealing with cast out of her head – this was far more important!
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