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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 12, 2019 7:21:22 GMT -5
Dain had to admit it had been an extraordinairy training. Every muscle in his body was feeling sore and he was carrying the marks of battle all over his body. There were countless little wounds that were still bleeding and even a few new potential scars. It was why he loved training with his buddy. It always pushed him beyond what his body normally could take and had it not been for his pride, he probably would have keeled over a while ago. From his pocket he retrieved a small flask that contained something similar to the senzu beans he was used to eat. Only the beans were more scarce and potent. The liquid he was drinking came from an extract similar to the healing fluid in a tank, only more concentrated and potent. It was a mixture he had invented himself. -well stolen from a group of scientist, he had taken out- It did not heal all wounds instantly, but it did revitalize and within an hour or so could heal most wounds. Sadly it was not the equivalent of a healing tank, or the Saiya-Jin probably would never have to take a bath in them ever again. Which would not be all that bad, as he tended to swallow the water when asleep. Something to do with the alcoholic smell and flavor of the tanks he presumed. It caused muscle memory and him to drink it, always making him puke the moment he got out of the tanks. In any case he was happy the training was now over. He had learned a new trick and got his daily work out done. As they headed for the door, Dain threw the flask to his buddy for a sip as well. As they left the gravity room, Dain´s lightning form fell of him and together with Sly he began traversing the ship. Since they had last met it changed quite a bit, Petey -the AI- had grown exponentially and begun overhauling the ship. The insides were no longer a warship, but rather a collection of rooms that displayed his interests and needs. Like the gigantic training room, the deck of forges, a huge bathing area -for the occasional female guests- etc. The main room had stayed the same though, a huge dining room, with a collection of the finest foods, liquors and other vices he had gathered. “Welcome back aboard my ship. As you can see a few things have changed, but the most important thing has not.” Dain said with a grin as he snapped his fingers and signaled the kitchen to prepare a meal. As he did he reached out with his mind and grabbed several bottles from the shelves, containing some primary liquors, including a rare vintage whiskey from 1901, although not distilled on Earth. Surprisingly it came from a planet several solar systems away from Earth. Some species had visited the Earth apparently and as a souvenir -after they got their butts kicked of course and had to flee- they took back the recipe. Ironically it was now their primary source of production and export. Dain even had to admit that they at the very least rivaled the best of the scotch and irish whiskeys and this year was special. Due to a solar flare, the taste had gotten a very special flavor. “Comon, let´s have a drink. I hate talking with a dry mouth!” He said with a grin as he slammed the bottles on the table. A moment later two glassed followed and Dain poured him and his friend a hefty drink, filling the glasses to the edge. Normal etiquette prescribes only one or two fingers of strong liquor, but he knew his friend all too well and knew it to be fine. Both of them liked a good drink above everything else. As he poured the drink, a bit of smoke rose from it, as if there was liquid nitrogen in it. There was none though, it was just an added effect by the race, giving it a bit of added oompf. Like bubbles in a coke. There was actually a bit of a back story to this bottle. He had gained it from a planet he had helped out once. There had been some kind of monster running loose that used water as it’s means to attack. Long story short, Dain had managed to defeat the monster, yet rather then kill it, he had delivered the body to the creatures inhabiting the world, just like they had requested. Turns out the monster was artificial in the first place. In an attempt to create some kind of healing water, they had somehow managed to create it. As always though somehow the beast became sentient and rampaged. Upon it’s defeat though, the inhabitants of the planet locked it up and eventually reached an agreement with the being. -which surprised Dain, as he would have thought they would simply enslaved it- They actually turned out to a rather kind and good hearted people. They accepted what they created and negotiated a deal. The creature would be allowed to live and granted everything it wanted. In return it would provide them with a special kind of water it could create and provide samples to do research on. As it turned out, the scientists were completely wrong about the method to create a healing water. However as it so turned out, they apparently did find a perfect water to distill alcohol with. Of course Dain did not see this coming, but he gladly accepted a few boxed when he visited the planet later. Next a few boxes of cigars flew through the room and as he put them on the table, Dain grabbed one, just as the food was starting to arrive. Of course first was the bread, the real meal would wait a bit, but now they had everything they needed to talk properly. Food, drink and something to smoke. “So where have you been mate? It seems like you dropped of the gritt completely. I even feared you were dead for a while, as I tried to contact you, but got no signs.” Dain asked seriously, as he lit the cigar with the tip of his finger and blew a large cloud of white smoke into the room, instantly relaxing as the smoke hit all the right spots. Sly | Word Count: 1,078 | Total Word Count: 1,078
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Post by Sly on Jan 13, 2019 2:18:04 GMT -5
Thankfully the battle was done and the part he was looking forward to the most was fast approaching. Booze, smokes, and drunken banter. It was truly one of his favorite things about Dain. Out of all the creatures he had crossed throughout the universe, Dain was the only one who appreciated a good drink as much as him. However, he was still able to be motivated and make money, which made the small raccoon Sly like him even more. Dain escoted him throughout the ship. As they walked the halls he looked around noticing many large alterations throughout his ship. Eventually the duo would make it to the best room, the one that hold the booze. Shortly after drinks would flow , cigars would be lit, and the banter would begin. Eventually the conversation led led to where the raccoon had been. Which was a fair question by, Dain. Sly did just disappear off the face of the planet after all. A long breath escaped the lungs of Sly as he began to speak. ” Well, I originally left for a high paying job. It was time sensitive and I thought I could get it done quick and by myself.” He chuckled slightly at the realization of how awkward his last sentence sounded but continued. “ Well anyhow, while trying to complete the job. Let’s just say, I met my match. I got the tar kicked out of my and nearly died.” His paw could be seen clenching, displaying his obvious frustration over the ordeal still. He continued to explain to his friend. “So it took me awhile to heal and lick my wounds. Once I was able to see clearly again I came to a sort of realization. Of course I still want to complete jobs and make as much money as humanely possible. But I feel like I haven’t touched my potential yet when it comes to power. So I took awhile to come up with a new plan. I’ll still work jobs and make money per usual, but now instead of just being money hungry. I have decided to be power hungry as well.” The raccoon chuckled slightly, and downed some more of his drink. ”But enough about me, what have you been up to? Instead of acquiring that crazy new form.” WC:387 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 14, 2019 6:00:40 GMT -5
Dain had to blink twice as he listened to his friend explain about how he got the tar kicked out of him. It was unusual for his friend to be outmatched. As far as Dain was concerned, the raccoon was one of the best fighters he knew and one of the strongest to boot. For him to actually be beaten… it sounded interesting, yet his next words were even more interesting. “Money and power hungry… my my, aren´t we ambitious.” Dain said with a grin as he followed Sly´s example and emptied his drink, filling it again immediately, just as the kitchen started bringing out the first courses. The first was a nice meat based soup, complimented with cream and little croutons. Followed by a ginormous tray of all kinds of little snacks. Little rolls of cheese, sausages, fish rolls, etc. Along of course a were the appropriate sauces. Next came a plate of golden brown Potatoe wedges and a scurry of sauces to satisfies anyones taste. Especially the black sour garlic sauce was a favorite of Dain. It tastes so much more potent then normal spicy garlic, yet had none of the bad lingering effects of normal garlic. He could eat a ton of it and still go out in public, without the usual cloud of odor hanging around him. At least that is what he told himself. The fact that it turned his eyes red and scales to form in his face was an effect he could live with. He looked a bit like a lizard ghoul, but the effect was only very short lived and he learned that a good sip of any alcohol stronger then seventy percent could cure it. Luckily he was in no shortage of beverages that lived up to that and with every bite he took another sip, curing the effect before it could take place. Sadly it did not seem to have the same effect on Sly though. He had hoped that by not telling him it would have an effect on his friend and he could take an embarrasing picture. Yet to his dissapointment, nothing seemed to happen, so Dain instead decided to focus on his food. In the kitchen he could smell and hear dozens of other dishes being prepared, one more delightful then the other and they would come quickly. He was especially looking forward to the more excquisite meat dishes. He was a Saiya-Jin after all. Dain licked his lip as he uncurled his tail and used it grab a fork to dig in. A skill he had worked on quite hard. When the Saiya-Jin had first met Sly, he had been tailless and Sly still humanoid. Of course during one of their many adventures that had changed. Due to some freak accident Sly had turned into the fuzzy, cool raccoon he was now and Dain had grown a tail. At first it had been rather uncomfortable and felt a bit clunky, so he had just wrapped it around his midst, but soon he began to realize it could be quite handy. For example in situations like these, were he was using both hands to drink and smoke. The first times he had tried though he had made an absolute mess as controlling his tail had proven to be rather tricky. However with time came skill and now his tail calmly did what he wanted, wrapping itself around the fork, stabbing the fork into a sausage and then almost stabbing the sausage in his eye as suddenly the tail wriggled for no apparent reason. “Well you have come to the right place then. I have recently teamed up with a demon. Due to working with her I did not only get quite rich, but I managed to increase my power quite a bit, as you saw.” Dain said with a grin, just as he remembered a bounty he had seen just the other day. “Speaking of which; do you remember that monster we fought in that other dimension, the one that nearly killed us?” Dain asked as the idea crept into his mind. At the time he had chosen to ignore it, as he did not want to go to that place alone. It was not that he had been afraid… just that he did not feel like it. However with Sly there, he felt a wave of motivation go through him. “Well it seems it had been running wild recently and the king offered a huge reward to have it captured or killed…” Dain said with a grin, letting Sly fill in the blanks. Sly | Word Count: 1,078 | Total Word Count: 1,078 + 777 = 1,855
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Post by Sly on Jan 14, 2019 12:20:47 GMT -5
Some food had made its way to their table, and it did not disappoint in the slightest. Sly always appreciated Dain for his taste in alcohol and cigars, but it seemed as if his taste in food was just as good. The small raccoon savored every sip on his meat soup and then happily snacked on all the little fixins that followed quickly after. As he continued to chow down on his food he listened to his friend inform him about his new alliance with a demon. This brought a strong intrigue within Sly, his experience with demons was extremely limited. It made him wonder what the benefit would be from teaming up with such a creature. However, when he thought back on Dain's transformation he had recently shown him, it became apparent that it was helpful at least in some sense. This was something he made sure to take note of in the back of his mind. The two would definitely have to delve deeper into this new alliance, and see if it could benefit himself the way it has Dain. A smirk crossed the snout of the raccoon Sly as he listened to his friend speak about the monstrosity from the other dimension. The opportunity to fight him again would be greatly welcomed. And perhaps with the new power from Dain, the duo could best the beast. He chuckled slightly as he imagined the creature dying at their feet. "Well, you certainly have been extremely busy during my absence. You've gained immensely in power, found an ally, and now have a potential contract to kill an old enemy. Well done Dain, truly well done. You are going to have to explain this demon relationship to me further. I would love to see if this creature could help me break through to a new limit. How about we set the ship for the monster and you explain this to me in further detail while we travel. If this is like any of our other adventures, I am sure we will have plenty of twists along the way anyhow, be good to hear an entertaining tale." WC: 356 TWC: 743 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 15, 2019 6:43:39 GMT -5
Dain was delighted his friend seemed to be so open to the idea of having a rematch with that monstrosity. It was why the two got along so well. Neither had the urge to over think things and usually just went along with whatever was going on at the moment. Without wasting any breath, they were ready to go. Still… it would not be as easy. “Then let´s go. Although we need to get to a different ship, so let´s walk there as we talk.” Dain said with a grin as he got up and signaled the raccoon to follow him. Inside the ship Petey was still working tirelessly to make improvements. Even for the AI the warcruiser was a tremendous amount of work to maintain and she kept improving tiny things. As she did she learned and kept working. Like recently she figured out that if she ran the power pipes directly through the walls, it saved 0.00000000018% power. It had taken her several weeks to do it and once she had finished it, she discovered that splicing them it could save even more. Other things on her to do list were reinforcing bulk-heads, increasing the efficiency of several monitoring systems and thousands of other small jobs that nobody even knew about. Her army of nanobots was always at full drive. The small size of them, combined with a digital fabber and 3D printing ability, allowed her to work with a precision no mortal could. She had estimated that in the last month she had raised the efficiency of the Atrioch by 1.3%. Energy she could use for her engines, shields and weapons. She had even begun to adjust the armored plating on the ship. She figured she had to be ready, due to their new occupant. Since the main ship was now also the home of Amatricina, he doubted she would take kindly to it to be taken to an alternate dimension on a whim. Especially since there was never any guarantee they would return. However, since learning about the contract he had been preparing. “Oh by the way, meet Petey, the AI of this ship.” He said with a grin and as expected a moment later a small orb was teleported in front of them, which then displayed a holographic image of the AI. “It is nice to see you again, Sly.” She spoke friendly, yet without any feeling in her voice, as she had not evolved yet to the stage of human emotions. Back when Dain and Sly were working together, she had been a mere infant, trapped inside the computers of the ship. She had witnessed Sly, yet had been unable to do anything. “So is the ship ready?” Dain asked rhetorically, as he knew it was, yet he wanted it confirmed for Sly and show off a bit. “Of course it is. The Atriom is ready. It is a fully functional frigate, complete with the latest of weaponry and shielding. Of course the flux engine is ready, although untested, it should be capable of taking you directly to the planet, without the use of the wormhole.” She said, simply stating the facts, but Dain could almost swear he detected a hint of pride in her voice. “Awesome. Upload a version of yourself into the ship, fill the pantry and get several cooks on board. I am not done eating and drinking.” The Saiya-Jin said with a grin as he looked at Sly. With that he continued on the way to the ship. Once on board he wanted to get busy with his meal and drink more with his friend as they would entertain himself with stories about their past adventures though. One thing was for certain though: Sly was probably right about this being a wild ride. His skin had already begun to crawl when Petey mentioned the Flux drive was not tested yet. With their luck it meant this trip could take a whole lot longer then they expected. “By the way, what happened to your ship? Do you still have it?” Dain asked suddenly curious as he remembered the floating palace that was Sly´s mobile home. If you considered his to be luxurious… you´d be in for a surprise with Sly´s ship. Sly | Word Count: 729 | Total Word Count: 1,855 + 729 = 2,584
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Post by Sly on Jan 16, 2019 23:22:52 GMT -5
Within moments Sly was being whisked away from their lounging spot to another ship. Being easy and the go with the flow type, the raccoon simply shrugged his shoulders as he was guided to another ship. During the trip, he was introduced to a type of ship AI, who seemingly was already aware of Sly. He thought it was pretty neat, as he listened to his friend give the AIninstructions to prepare their next ship. The boarding process to the next ship was eventually completed. Dain and himself made themselves comfortable in the new locale and drinks started to flow once more. Conversation would quickly ensue as they would take off towards their destination. The small raccoon chuckled slightly when asked about his ship. “Funny thing you mention my ship. She’s still around just kinda had to make a hasty exit on the last job to stay alive. Perhaps if we get the time we can reclaim it. Last I heard, since I abandoned it a random space pirate group has taken control over it. Normally I wouldn’t mind and would simply buy a new one. However, they are using my iconic ship to lie and said they bested me in combat and stole it from me. When the time is right, I’d like to settle things between them.” Sly could feel the ship lurch forward as it made its way towards the legendary beast. “ this thing is safe right?” WC: 242 TWC: 985 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 17, 2019 7:09:59 GMT -5
Dain let out a laugh as his friend told him he wondered if the new ship and drive were save. “My dear Sly, how save can anything be that is untested and trying to take us to an alternate dimension? Have you become skittish in your absence?” He asked between a thunderous laugh that could be heard echoing all through their new ship. He was not being serious, although the question surprised him slightly. Still from his pantry Dain took a small bottle and handed it to his friend. “For the nerves!” He said as he opened a similar one and took a big swig. Still even the Saiya-Jin could not help but feel a small, yet very familiar, disturbance in his stomach as the engines fired up and they left the main war cruiser. It had been a while since he had actually been nervous, but it appeared to be unfounded. As soon as they were outside the ships shields, a slight humming noise started and grew stronger until suddenly they were catapulted forward with such force Dain had to grab onto the nearest support. Of course there was none and a moment later he was firmly face planted into the next wall, mumbling something about `ooowwwww´ beneath his breath, just as the voice of Peet appeared through the ship. “Launch has been successful and according to all systems we are well on our way to the planet. We should arrive withing thirteen hours, six minutes and three seconds.” She said in a neutral tone of voice, before turning her attention to her captain, not even skipping a beat or changing her voice. “Captain, what are you doing to my walls? She asked, observing her meaty captain firmly imprinted in the freshly made titanium walls. “I was trying to see if I could do push-ups with my nose…” He grumbled, rather annoyed as he placed both hands on the wall and pushed him out. “Maybe next time you either give me a warning or I will scrap you faster then I can eat an entire pig or Sly finish the bottle. He said still angrily, yet during the sentence he already found his grin again as he noticed the bottle in his hand was still whole. Apparently instinctively he had decided to face butt the wall, instead of stretching out his hand and let the bottle be destroyed. “Well Sly, it seems we are on our way, so far so good. What do you say we play a game of chess, finish our drinks and meals and I will answer any questions you have. I promise you, there are a few good drinking stories in there.” He said with a grin from ear to ear as he wiped the blood running from his nose and extended his free hand to pull in two chairs and a little table for them. If they were going to spend the next hours traveling, they might as well be comfortable and have fun. It was the least they could do. Well mostly he just wanted to drink and exchange stories, but he did not mind the comfort part. The Saiya-Jin had build his life around it after all. It was the only defense he had against his own thoughts. Over his long life he had begun to realize it was all pointless. No matter what he did, it was for naught. A city he saved, would be wiped out several hundred years later through a disease. A demon he killed got replaced by another. No matter what he did, the universe just kept spinning and moving forward. Even if he destroyed an entire planet, it would only take several decades for people forgetting it. He even witnessed how the greatest heroes and fighters faded from time and memory. Dain himself had completely forgotten about Vegeta, Goku and the rest of these amazing warriors. He only `remembered´ them occasionally, as he read his memory diaries. It was a natural process and after a millenia he had made peace with it. Yet it was still depressing. That nothing he did would ever make a difference in the long rung. That is why he focused on his own pleasures and desires. It made his day to day life fun and kept him going. Perhaps so much in fact that nowadays he was happier, then he had been in the time he had tried to make a difference. He fought, drank, stole, ate. He just did what he feel like it and he was so incredibly happy he had a friend who shared the same believes. Sly | Word Count: 781 | Total Word Count: 2,584 + 781 = 3,365
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Post by Sly on Jan 17, 2019 13:05:16 GMT -5
As the ship took off at an unbelievable pace, Sly buried his claws into whatever he could to prevent himself flying out of his seat and into a nearby wall. Unfortunately, Dain did not appear to have any type of claws and was thrown across the ship. It took everything in the small raccoons power not to burst out into laughter at his friend. He managed to contain himself to just a slight chuckle or two. Once stability was within the ship once more the two made themselves comfortable over a chess table. Drinks were still coming along with food. The duo constantly found themselves in the middle of shit storms, but at least they always traveled in style. Sly nodded in agreement to a game of chess and made a simple move of sliding one of the pawns forward. In all fairness he didn’t understand the game all to much, but just enough to struggle through it. As his paw reached out and moved the pawn a slight shake and twitch could be seen within his arm. His eyes gazed down towards his slight tremble, and then back towards Dain to see if he noticed. In hopes that he didn’t, he started to ask questions. The last thing he needed was to worry Dain right before they fought a beast of unimaginable power. “So uhhh, tell me about this demon chic you’ve teamed up with. How’d y’all get to be an item? Is this a partnership or like y’all a thing?” Sly couldn’t help but chuckle at his own sarcasm. The small raccoon always found himself humorous, a trait most people considered annoying. Luckily, Dain seemed to tolerate it enough to still be around him. WC: 294 TWC: 1,279 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 18, 2019 5:06:55 GMT -5
Whether it was something Dain noticed or not was the real question. It was whether he would say something about the slight tremor if he saw it. Perhaps he might have, though not because he would have worried about his friend because of the fight coming up, but rather out of interest for his friend. As it was Dain did see something, yet it was obscured by the drinking glass in his hand, so he thought little of it. Putting it off as a fracture of light and the alcohol finally seeming to do it´s job as a slight buzz began to set in. Right now he was too busy playing chess. The Saiya-Jin was by no means an expert himself and although he did play sometimes with Petey, the AI was so many lightyears ahead of him, it was ridiculous. Usually she could predict after two moves how many turns it would take her to make it checkmate and 95% of the time she was right. Unless he did something truly unpredictably stupid that was. Apparently it was the same here with Sly. Dain had the feeling his basic chess skills were a nodge above his friend, but he did not seem to follow the most basic rules and the Saiya-Jin had serious trouble anticipating his friend. Quite often they were simply so direct that Dain misread them and gave away pieces in a way totally unnecessary. After an hour or two finally declared he needed a small break. It was 3-3 and the last match had taken a long time, as the booze was slowly starting to kick in pretty well. They were already surrounded by a wild assortment of empty liquor bottles and the ashtray was full with the butts of cigars and cigarettes. To complete the mess, surrounding them were huge stacks of empty plates that once contained the food. Of course that was standard for the two. Ever since he left the Earth and disembarked from the military, he had been doing quite well for himself. Having build up quite a reputation, got his own planet, acquired his flagship and what not. His hold was full of treasures and he got the finest goods, food and cooks on board to satisfy him. What it did not account for though was the fact that he lost his goal a bit. Now it was truly a lot of fun to be independent again, but he missed a grander purpose. Even if only slightly, he had nothing to work towards anymore. There were no planets to conquer, no missions to complete, no people to impress. It was one of the drawbacks of living far too long. There was nothing he wanted to do that he needed to do right now. Most of the things he could imagine, were so unimportant that he could simply wait a couple of decades before putting any effort into them. Still on days like these he was truly reminded why he wanted to be an independent like this. It was due to friends like Sly, who where similar to him. “Bwoah, it has been a while since I have had this much fun.” Dain said loudly, with a genuine smile/grin running from ear to ear, as he belched so loudly it echoed through the ship. With a relaxed sigh he lit another of his black cigarettes, took a sip of his whiskey straight from the bottle and sank deeper into his comfortable chair. Sly´s question caught him off guard though, yet he was drunk enough that he answered it without reservations. “Nah we are not an item. She is a demon after all and I am a Saiya-Jin.” He said honestly, shrugging his shoulders, as if that was all there was to it. In his mind it was though. “I wish there could be something though… she is perfect buddy… beautiful, powerful, feisty and an amazing fighting…” He said, several times sighing happily as he gaze aimed at a point in the distance, as he remembered the time he fought her. Throughout his life Dain had dated quite a bit, but none lived up to Amatricina. There was something about her that spoke to his core, she was not a boring housewife or model. “Anyway… have you met any hot, willing, wild raccoons lately?” Dain suddenly asked with a grin as he snapped out of it and decided to turn the table. Although it was mostly a joke as he had no clue what Sly´s preferred species could be in this form. Sly | Word Count: 773 | Total Word Count: 3,365 + 773 = 4,138
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Post by Sly on Jan 19, 2019 16:16:37 GMT -5
This demon character Dain spoke of kept peaking his interest. He would make it a priority to meet this creature after whatever ordeals the two of them would suffer through on this journey. Hopefully they would both be alive by the end of it so he could meet the demon. A slight chuckle left Sly as he heard Dain question him about his current love life, “No not too much going on in that front. It’s tough to meet creatures like me. It seems we are somewhat of a rarity. Maybe one day I’ll meet a smoking hot raccoon chic, or a rabbit or something. Who knows.” He chuckled some more and then set his drink down as he moved to a ship window. He looked outside to the open space. A sigh left his snout and it became obvious the mood of the room had shifted. “This... this might be my last ride with you , Dain.” His eyes shifted towards the floor of the ship as he continued talking. “ I mentioned earlier how I got in a pretty bad schuffle and also lost my ship. Well it turns out due to that and heavy drinking my liver is calling it quits. I expected something like this to eventually happen, so I built a replacement from some organic material, but it’s on my lost ship. Due to my unique body structure I can only take the kind I made. After we kill this beast, I am gonna try and find my ship, but if I don’t. Well then that might be it for old Sly. Not to ruin the mood, but I figured you deserved to know.” He smiled towards Dain gave him a pat on the back and started downing another bottle, “Now let’s get good and hammered so we can kill this beast with a buzz.” WC: 311 TWC: 1,590 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 20, 2019 8:42:15 GMT -5
Dain let out a howling laughter as Sly mentioned the rabbit option. It was so unexpected he got caught of guard and just laughed for a while, barely keeping the drink in his hands. “Sure buddy, I do hope you find some happiness. I think you would be delighted having hundreds of offspring.” Dain said with a grin. If Sly enjoyed `it´ as much as he did the other vices like drinking, his rabbit wife would produce so much off spring he´d have to start expanding his cruiser, sooner then later. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Dain let out another howling laughter as he imagined Sly chasing after dozens of his litter, half raccoon, half rabbit, trying to keep them in check. “Oh god, you´d become your own species and or plague on the universe if you ever met a stunning rabbit.” Dain said, almost bent forward, laughing to much his stomach was hurting. “I can just see it, thousands of ships piloted by your off spring, flying out into the universe to cause chaos… To… To… To..T-” Dain could not even finish his sentence as tears were rolling down his face, almost falling from his chair. After he had finally calmed down and opened another bottle, he tried to avoid looking directly at Sly, to prevent having a relapse. Suddenly the mood changed as Sly walked towards the window and told him of his fate. Dain remained silent for a moment as his friend explained his predicament. Perhaps he was too buzzed to truly understand his words or perhaps he simply did not want to accept it. He had lost too much over the years and he refused to believe his one true friend could be gone as well. Of course he knew all too well that it would happen eventually, but he absolutely refused to believe it would be so soon. He had not been reunited with Sly only to lose him to something as stupid as that. He hated to think about it, but his life was meaningless without friends like Sly. Sure the Saiya-Jin had plenty of `friends´, allies and acquaintances. Most of them he actually liked and many liked him, even if only because they either owed him a favor or he owed them a favor. Even normal friends, like his old colleagues in the Earth military, were not true friends. They did not understand Dain, not would they ever. Even those on board his ship could not be called friends. Sure they stayed out of loyalty, as much as for their pay, but they were simply not on the same level. For one they were weak. Now Dain had nothing against weak people and he often could be found in the cafeteria, having drinks with his crew as a regular Joe. Yet they were ordinary people. They could never be explained how it felt to be capable of blowing up a planet. To have that much power at your disposal… it was enough to drive an ordinary man insane. Dain himself often had troubles with it and that was why he was so glad for Sly. Sometimes in their drunken moods they could talk about divinity and morals. Because, even if they had none, neither of them were evil enough to truly utilize their power. Sometimes Dain even confessed to Sly that at times he wondered whether his power would not qualify him as a god. Sly might perhaps be the only person in the universe he could actually talk to about that. “No worries, I will help you find it.” Dain said finally as he got up and placed his hand on Sly´s shoulder as he looked outside as well, refusing to look at his friend. Refusing to even accept the possibility they would fail. “Remember all the shit we faced… do you honestly want me to accept that something this silly could best you? Could best us?” He said with a weird tone in his voice, his gaze upon a point in the far distance, without being locked upon anything. As soon as Sly mentioned getting buzzed though he flipped like a switch. Dain always had found it was easier to make fun of something, than accept he actually had feelings. “Sure. Let´s get so buzzed, we will make your liver regret ever considering quiting. I have got just the thing.” Dain said with a grin as he made his way to the pantry and began digging into the back, only to surface with two dusty bottles. They bore no name, merely a number. 88%. “Here. It tastes like berries I am told.” Dain said with a grin as he tossed one of the bottles to his friend. Of course the toss was half assed and Dain had to adjust the trajectory with a bottle cap that was lying around. Throwing it at high speeds towards the flying bottle and nudging it in the right direction. An easy thing to do if sober, just like deflecting bullets with a pebble, but under the circumstances he was rather proud of himself, as he watched it now soar correctly towards his friend. Sly | Word Count: 876 | Total Word Count: 4,138 + 876 = 5,014
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Post by Sly on Jan 20, 2019 9:44:59 GMT -5
For some reason, Dain managed to put the raccoons mind at ease. After all they managed to make it through, he just believed his friend when he reassured they would figure it out. A slight grin would cross his face. “Yeah, throw me some of that shit.” His paw reached out and clutched the bottle mid air. Within a second the top popped off the drink, an old reliable noise that always soothed Sly. “Bottoms up friend, this is gonna be one hell of a fight hammered.” His head tilted far back and the drink quickly followed. Dain was right, the drink did tase like berries. If those berries were coated in battery acid. Sly loved how strong the stuff was. Within a moment he would finish the bottle and slam it on a random table. “I wonder how far we are now? Gotta be getting somewhat close right?” Sly made his way back to a ship window and peered out. He was expecting to see the black vastness of space once more and nothing much else. “Dain buddy o pal, our boy may know we’re coming. Or you got beef with a lot of people.” His paw pointed towards the force incoming on their location. It was countless amount of ships, all were fairly lower tier battle cruisers, but the sheer numbers would make it a challenge none the less. All of the ships were painted with a type of red tribal paint down the sides, indicating they were potentially all from the same crew. The ship violently began to shake, the lights went out and were quickly replaced by a single red flashing light. An alarm began to radiate through the ship’s hull. Sly quickly turned to his friend, “So this little dinger of yours got any firepower? Or do we need to suit up and go out there ourselves? We can’t really afford to lose this ship, being I have no clue where the heck we are right now.” As he was speaking, Sly began to prepare for the worst. He began to check and make sure the armory of weapons he managed to carry on his small frame were locked, loaded, and ready to go. Due to his large array of weapons, the check would last several moments. He always kept his weapons in perfect condition, meaning the check was always useless. Be he did it habitually whenever he knew a fight was incoming. Perhaps It was some type of nervous or excited tic. Or the reason for his weapons always being in perfect condition. “Either way you decide that we should play this. I’m ready to kill some guys.” WC:445 TWC: 2,035 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 20, 2019 10:10:41 GMT -5
Dain followed suit and finished the bottle as quickly as his friend, slamming the bottle on the table and letting out a chuckle. “W-wow, that was p-pretty hhorriblelylz” He said with a slight slur in his voice, as he reached for something to was away the horrible taste. Suddenly he remembered why he had allowed those bottles to gather dust. Potent, but horrible. Just as he was about to take a sip though, Sly pointed out the fleet outside. “Heys looksies… you ma-ma-made us new friend-lie-sies HIC!” Dain managed to bring out as he stumbled his way to the window and gaze upon the enemy fleet. His brain was still sharp enough to actually understand, but the alcohol made it all look funny to him. “S-SHOO… SHOOOO!!” He said as he stood in front of the window and tried to wave them away. Of course they did not listen, instead the first ship opened fire. A mere warning shot, not even affecting the shield, yet enough to cause the ship to tremble slightly. “H-HEY! MEANSIES!” Dain bellowed out, shaking his fist at them through the ships window, before turning to Sly. “Why´s you have me-mea-meader? Meansies? Meandering? Why your friends mean?” He asked with a grin, uncorking the new bottle with his thumb and taking a big swig. “Fire b-back… NO! Wait. R-am it! We´re boarding them. I want to have a wordsies with the capsies? Canonies? Captonies? … with the leader!” He barked out, placing his hands on the window and pressing his face against it to get a good look at the action. Just at that moment Peet appeared on the radio. Even if she was not asked, as an AI she was programmed for self preservation and right now Dain was not helping that. “Sly could you slap some sense into Dain? Even if we could survive the first wave of fire and destroy some of them -and that is a big IF already- we will be destroyed in less then a minute if we charge them directly. While this ship has modern shields and weapons, easily outmatching them, their sheer numbers would give them a tactical advantage if they could surround us. I recommend a fighting retreat and use our super- oh for the love of the Silence!” The last part was spoken still in her neutral voice, but it should be quite obvious she was both surprised and annoyed as she was interrupted. In the middle of her speech Dain had teleported into his control chair, taken control and steered them directly into the fleet firing all the weapons as random. Leaving a trail of destruction as they charged straight for the ship that had fired upon them. Yet despite a dozen or so ships breaking up in his wake, the enemy fleet barely seemed to notice as more ships took their place and now all of them were arming weapons, taking aim at the invader. Meanwhile Petey was coldly running a risk assessment in the background, while aiding the two and herself where she could. Even if Dain was controlling the fire, she could in the background adjust his shots a tiny bit and make sure they hit. For other things she was always responsible for the shields. Most people did not think about it, but as a matter of fact a shield was much more like a grit then a constant bubble. It was not like a shield was being projected out of thin air around an object. Not only was that impossible, it was also a fantasy from the simple minded. In fact shields came from carefully adjusted shield emitters placed all over the romp. Now older ships usually had four. Front, back, left and right side. Some even came with six, up and down as well. The newer generation of ships already had a lot more. Carefully placing a lot more, smaller shield generators, on the hull, allowing them to overlap and enhance each other. Not only was it far more efficient then one big one, it also made it much more difficult to knock them out. As that was the big flaw of the old system. A few carefully placed shots could overload an emitter, knocking the reach shields out for example, even though the ship had plenty of juice to spare. The newer ships were much more difficult to knock out. The VI that usually ran the shields could play with the strength of the emitters, allowing those that took a direct hit to cool down, allowing the others to catch up the slack. Now Petey and the Atrioch had managed to make it a true symphony. Unlike a VI that was used to working with what it had, Petey had been constantly calculating, simulating and improving the shields. At the current point the Atrioch had over seven hundred thousand emitters, which ejected shields in three separate layers. Allowing her to temporary shut down several emitters at the same time if they were threatened to be overloaded. With her raw capacity as a class VXII AI and all the ships systems under her control, it was a true symphony. Not that any mortal could possible comprehend it. The amount of calculations she was doing per mili second, adjusting the ships course just so another sector would be hit… it was truly astonishing and she was still improving herself. It was a matter of pride for her. Now of course that does not mean the Atrioch can now withstand 10x the punishment. At best she increased her defenses by ten percent. After all, the ships shielding, how cleverly spend and protected, still drew power from the main engines and batteries. When they went down, so would the shields. Still it would have been a huge advantage and the Atrioch probably could have squatted this heap of flies, for what they were. Sadly Peet had neither the Atrioch under it´s control, nor did it possess it´s abilities. With sixty emitters, less then 0,097% of the Atrioch´s firepower and shielding abilities and lacking the raw calculating capacity of the Atrioch, she calculated there was no room for error. What was interesting though -even to her- was that suddenly she found a loophole in her obedience routine. She was sworn to the captain, dedicated to protect him at all costs. Yet what was the case if he was a threat to himself? In fact he was far more likely to survive a direct battle as a super Saiya-Jin, then sitting lazily in the captains chair, drunkily firing at a superior opponent. “FOR HUGSIES!” Dain bellowed belligerently, one fist in the air waving wildly at their target, the other used to hold the bottle at his mouth. Sly | Word Count: 1,140 | Total Word Count: 5,014 + 1,140 = 6,154
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Post by Sly on Jan 20, 2019 10:38:58 GMT -5
Perhaps, it was his no good damages liver. Or he was just “lucky” at the moment. For whatever reason this potent alcohol has yet to hit him to the effect it did Dain. Which for the duo could potentially be life saving. The raccoon’s ears perked up as he listened to Dain’s ships AI speak about Dain’s plans success rate. From the gist of it, it seemed to be practically zero. His mind raced with what little time they had left to think of a way out of the scenario. All he knew was he needed to think of a plan before the alcohol took over him completely as well. “Uhhh Petey, Dain.. I think I got an idea that will keep us all alive. Yeah I know I do, it’s actually the perfect idea. Ok so what were gonna do is.........” His mind went completely blank, to the point he even forgot he had a plan at all. At the worst time imaginable the alcohol hit him like a freight train. He moved so he was standing behind Dain in his captain chair. Unsteadily he placed a paw on the chair and then reach over Dain with his other paw so he could see him pointing at the endless fleet of battle ships. A drunken yell was let out of the raccoon’s snout. “Yeah!!!!! Let’s board those motherfuckers ! I got something to say to those jerks!” WC:238 TWC: 2,273 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 20, 2019 11:49:16 GMT -5
Of course the ship began to take a beating, before they even got close. Surprisingly it was holding better then Petey had predicted, closing half the distance before the main shields even began to falter and the inside of the ship was starting to fill with explosions and smoke, as systems began to overload.
Petey was working her butt of as they were moving forward. It was only due to her miracle work that they had survived until now. Not only way she making countless tiny course adjustments, she was also working the shields like a piano concert and borrowing a bit of energy from the main guns, to supply the miniguns. The blasts were not big, but with her precision marking she was able to detonate countless missiles and even knock some of the smaller projectiles out of the air.
All around them it was one gigantic fireshow. Several ships were breaking apart around them, while three torpedo´s exploded to the south and sparks flew through the air where a stream of miniguns were deflecting a barrage of heavy shells.
Meanwhile Petey still found the time to analyse the enemy. From what she could tell it probably were the remnants of a once gigantic fleet. She could tell most of them still carried old war wounds. Even if they had been painted over, the job had been done badly and she could tell that with most ships there were defaults. It seemed the still stronger ships were taking point, while the more damaged ships hung in the back. If she was correct the ones in the back were actually barely operational. They were not even firing and barely moving at all. If anything there, she guessed they were there to give the enemy the feeling their numbers were to high that they could not be beat.
Which effectively was true. Even if she adjusted her previous numbers and calculated in the state of the enemy ship, they still had less then a three percent chance to survive this, even if they were attacking smartly.
-which they still were not. Two dumb drunks at the helm.-
The more fire filled the ship though, the more Dain began to roar loudly, smashing the buttons on his console. He was not even sure what he was trying to do. He simply pressed buttons, for the sake of pressing them, laughing loudly as they kept charging straight towards their target. “Warning, shields at sixty perfect and secondary weapons are offline.” Petey´s voice warned them automatically, as she was supposed, hoping it would impress them.
What was bothering her more was that she drive engine was taking knocks. She already had to shut it down, but there were still sparks coming from it. Even if she could make it to their destination, it was doubtful they could make it back without any repairs.
Another thing that boggled her is why this fleet could possibly be attacking them. With all their numbers it made no sense to attack one ship. Even if it declassified all of them to toddlers. Which was actually strange. All the ships were corvettes and freighters. Where were the bigger ships? The carriers, the cruisers, the battleships, the artillery fleet. None of them where there and all she could think of was that those ships did not survive. Which meant these were the mere stragglers of a gigantic fleet. Which meant Petey was praying to all the gods in the AI sky they would not meet the fleet that clobbered them.
Then suddenly she realized why they were after her. It was as simply as needing parts. If all the ships were as badly battered as the one she saw -and more where still teleporting in 0.o- they would need parts and badly. Aside from canabalising themselves, raiding other ships was probably the only choice they had and if some got destroyed… well it would mean more parts for the others. Plus more ships to scavenge.
It meant they were probably in a really desperate shape and without true leadership. It also meant that they probably had not intended to attack the Atrioch. In their state, the modern warcruiser was way too heavy to attack.
“MY GOD YOU ARE IDIOTS!” She bellowed over the intercom as she realiyed the truth. If Dain had not fired at them and attacked, they could probably have bluffed their way out of the situation.
It did have an effect on Dain though as it caused him to pause for a moment, apparently deep in thought. “OKIES! Sly co-come withs me. Me!. Let´s g-go outside and… and… and…” He said, suddenly looking deeply troubled as he forgot his idea, before suddenly his face lit up, remembering his brilliance. “We go outside and yell at them! We will s-scare them off!”
“Okay! That! Is! It!” Peet finally said, almost muttering it in frustration, or at least as far as she was capable of having that emotion. Without wasting any further words she used the ships teleportation system, placed the two in one of the torpedo tubes and fired them directly at the enemy ship. “You two have fun! I´ll catch you when you two geezers have sobered up and took care of the enemy!” She said, before slamming the ship in reverse, divert all the remaining power away from life support and weapons to the shields and engines, skirting away at maximum velocity.
She was not truly aiming to abandon them though. Even if it would make her life easier, she knew she needed a captain to function. Her entire consciousness was based around and it and if she was without a captain, eventually she would shut down completely. No she intended to do the smart thing. The moment she was turning around she foccused all her energy on her rear shields.
It took a while for Dain to realize what happened. At least until he hit the enemy ship, face first once more. Perhaps it should have annoyed him more what just happened, but he was too drunk to care and his eagerness to meet the enemy was surprisingly overruling everything else. Well there was one more thing though! “C-comon bud! Let´s find their pantry! I am thristy! No wayit. Thi-thi— I need a drink!” He said with a grin as he placed a hand upon the hull and blasted their way in.
Taking a last swig of the bottle, before throwing the empty bottle at the first soldier he saw, he moved into the ship and began their brawl. “S-so, where do you think they hide their booze?” He asked, as he walked into a corridor filled with enemy combatants, ignoring their fire completely as it did not even tickle. “Heh useless species, still using crude metal projectiles…” He said in a moment of clarity, giving Sly a big ass grin, before continuing his way stumbling forward.
kinjin | Word Count: 1,172 | Total Word Count: 6,154 + 1,172 = 7,326
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Post by Sly on Jan 20, 2019 12:12:38 GMT -5
A sober Sly more than likely would have been a more clearheaded character, but that wasn’t that situation at this current moment. He was hammered drunk and all reasonable thought had left the building awhile ago. He should have been trying to tell Dain to turn back, he should have followed the advice of the ship’s AI, but he was not. Instead, he was standing behind his friend, loudly cheering as he watched him smash random buttons. The button smashing likely was doing nothing, and if anything was coming of it then it had to be bad. However, this did not stop the raccoon from encouraging the act. At times he would drunkenly point to a random large button or control. “Hit that shit, pull that lever. Kill em all!” Luckily, Petey took notice of their total lack of brains and took action. In a move of self preservation the duo was loaded up and then spit out of the ship towards the enemy vessels. Luckily, Petey has good aim and they smacked on the broad side of the main enemy ship. A sober Sly would have probably been in some sort of pain after bouncing his head off of hardened steel, but drunk Sly laughed it off casually. Within moments the two blasted themselves within the enemy ship and had one goal on their mind. They needed more booze before confronting the captain. Aimlessly they would stumble from one room to another. Every room lead to disappointment, just a bunch of armed guards. All of the guards were so underpowered compared to the duo that they both simply ignored them. They continued to stagger about, with a convoy of warriors attempting to blast them away with various guns following behind. Their drunken trail would eventually lead them to a room in the very far back of the ship. A quick kick from Sly and the door would fling open. The sight before them was truly beautiful. The whole back wall was littered with various drinks from across the galaxies. Likely stolen treasures from the crews precious adventures. A single tear would run down the cheek of the raccoon, “It’s truly, a beautiful sight. It’s a dream come true.” A bottle was heard breaking followed by several more. A jolt back to reality, Sly turned to face the several warriors behind them. In a last ditch effort to gain their attention they began purposefully destroying the booze. A horrible mistake, anger instantly soared to unbelievable heights within the small raccoon. A battle cry was instantly let out as he unleashed a litany of curses towards the group. “What is your guys Fing problem ?!?!?!? Do you have any idea what you have done?” His attention shifted to Dain briefly as he yelled out to him. “Quick, lets kill the lot before the destroy the rest of the booze. An act this heinous can not go unpunished.” He shifted his attention back and within a second was running full steam into the crowd. WC: 502 TWC: 2,773 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 20, 2019 12:44:14 GMT -5
Dain could not help but agree with his friend, feeling this moment of amazing relief as they found more booze. His appreciation for his friend grew though as he watched the tear roll from his face, it mimicked his own feelings. The Saiya-Jin had already been worried he might regress and go from shitfaced to absolutely hammered. He was just about to grab a bottle when it exploded it front of him. A confused look appeared on his face as he did not understand. “Why did bottle go boom?” He asked, honestly confused at Sly, before turning his attention back and reaching for another bottle, only for the same to happen. “T-these magic b-bottles!” He said sadly, fearing these were the bottles that disappeared every time he wanted to have a drink. It was a recurring tantalizing nightmare for the Saiya-Jin, causing a tear to roll from his face as he once more extended his hand towards the bottles, only to have several explode in front of him again.
It was really quite infuriating to see all those good bottles of booze vanishing right in front of him. He blinked a few times, muttered a few words and then tried to grab another bottle only with the same result. It was as if his personal hell had come to life.
Luckily Sly seemed to be quicker on the uptake and although it took a moment for Dain to understand, his reaction was roughly the same as Sly´s. The ship trembled as golden energy washed through it, before Dain began thundering through the ship, simply obliterating everything is blind rage. Tearing through the decks, he ran like a bull in a porcelain shop, until he finally did it and hit something critical by accident.
Of course it was also badluck on their parts. Most ships had safety protocols in case their warp cores were disrupted or in this case uterly oblitherated. The ship they were on though had already suffered several failures and the crew had barely managed to jury rig the ship so it would fly, despite their core being in critical state. Their only hope had been to take out the new ship and steal a sizable quantity of duratanium ore to strengthen their hull and energy shields containing the device.
Explosions started to fill the ship and alarms began to blare as the engine was going critical, finally snapping Dain out of his rage. “Oopsies?” He muttered wondering, one finger in his mouth and biting it confused as he wondered what had just happened, when the truth hit him.
It was a slow truth though and you could almost see the quarter fall in dain´s eyes, as he looked around in confusion.
“HI! BYE!” He muttered as he drunkenly placed his hands upon his forehead, miraculously hitting the center, teleporting near Sly, grabbing his friend and then completely missing his target by miles… “… uhhh??? Where´s boozies?” Dain asked confused as he was staring at the emptiness of space, in the middle of a squadron of ships, his shield automatically deploying, providing them with a bubble of air.
It was lucky for them that the VI in his suit was not drunk and working properly. It was a true piece of marvel. Normally one would expect the bubble to only contain so much air and not allow anything to pass through it. This shield was slightly different though. Through miracles in technology it would allow `bad´ particles to leave, while not leaving anything in. Meaning that any toxins the suit would detect could be filtered out. In this case carbon monoxide or even a bad fart from his raccoon friend. -as if Dain had not noticed- Moreso the suit was contained a life support unit, being able to produce `fresh´ oxygen for a period as long as a week. Of course with the two of them in there the time would be cut in half, but it still allowed them to sit there comfortably for an extended period of time.
Now of course Dan at the moment did not think of any of those things. He was merely confused, upset and drunk. Not nescecarilly in that order nor in the following corresponding effect.
He had intended in a moment of `clarity´ to grab Sly and teleport directly into the hold, grab as much booze as they could and find a place to drink it. Instead they ended up miles from their target, the exploding ship merely a bright dot in the distance. “Heys fireworks!” Dain said with a grin as he pointed at the gigantic ball of fire that rapidly expanded, before fading out, taking thousands of soldiers with it. A moment later sadness overcame him as he reached for the bottle next to him that did not exist. “Okay… w-hat next?” He asked his buddy with a sad sigh, accepting the lack of alcohol, instead pulling out a black cigarette from the package, before tossing the package to his friend. Missing completely off course, having it soar several meters past his friend, before hitting the shield wall and bouncing back. “I don´t think I like your friends…” Dain said with a grimace, pouting his lips to Sly as he inhaled deeply, obviously blaming Sly for this.
Even in his drunk state though, Dain quickly realized that not all of this was Sly´s fault. He had some bad friends as well and he was pretty certain that Petey had something to do with their current predicament. Bloody AI. Sadly the truth that it might all have been his own fault in the first place did not even occur to the Saiya-Jin.
Although he did not lose his sense of humor even in this situation. "I bet if we both fart in the same direction we could propel us towards the next ship." He said with a grin as he already felt his stomach churning from all the food and alcohol. ... ... ... "hmm perhaps we don´t want to test the suits limits though..." He suddenly said thoughtful, not willing to suffocate on their own farts. Especially if they were as bad as his stomach as indicating.
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Post by Sly on Jan 20, 2019 13:01:12 GMT -5
For a brief moment or two absolute and total chaos reigned within that ship. The aim from Sly and Dain weren’t true, but the sheer outpouring of power would kill anyone within their range. Clearly, drunken aggression does not mix well when the two have to power to easily take out planets. In his drunken haze all he could hear were explosions and screams. Completely unaware to the fact that they managed to explode the enemy ship into about five million pieces. Then a moment of silence followed, cause a large sense of confusion with the small raccoon. It went black for a moment, making Sly think he passed out. But, can anyone know if they passed out, are they aware of them not being aware. All of these odd thoughts swirled through his small brain, until it dawned on him. Dain has simply teleported the two extremely far away. The explosions appeared to be nothing more than specks of light from their distance. His thoughts began to gather as a pack of smokes bounced off of a barrier and struck him in the nose, “What the heck.” He picked up the smokes and helped himself to one before looking over to Dain. He could see his mouth moving and hear him speaking. He just simply did not understand a word he was saying. To prevent a sense of awkwardness he simply shrugged his shoulders in acceptance. Yet again, he felt himself being pulled somewhere without his consent. Another second passed and he landed on his face on the floor of Dain’s ship.’slowly he rose to his feet and looked around. It appeared the ship had managed to repair itself, well somewhat. The scars of battle could still be seen throughout the ship. His sense slowly continually began to return to himself. Unfortunately they returned in the form of nagging. A loud piercing voice could be heard seemingly scolding the two. Eventually the raccoon would come to the realization that he was being scolded by a computer program, Dain’s AI. “Dain, I have a headache. What in the would is your computer trying to say?” WC: 355 TWC: 3,128 Dain Sincara
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Post by Dain Sincara on Jan 20, 2019 13:37:43 GMT -5
At the same time Dain was having the same problem. He should have noticed it as soon as his cigarette did not light up, that although they were protected by a shield, they were still lacking oxygen. He barely witnessed his friend pass out, before going himself and he was just as confused as his friend when he could himself woken up by his friendly neighborhood AI. Although the woman nagged directly into his head, his brain barely picked something up. “She is nagging something about drunken idiots -OWWWW-” Dain moaned loudly as he tried to get up, only for his head to feel like it was splitting open like an overly ripe not.
For a moment he passed out though and suddenly it felt like as if he was in a dream state. It was a weird dream though as he was meeting face to face with Vegeta. Perhaps the only Saiya-Jin in existence he ever looked up to and was perhaps his idol. In his dream the Saiya-Jin called Vegeta was naked and told Dain to power up to his maximum. Which of course Dain did.
The first two stages were the easiest. His natural form with black KI and his ssj form came as easy as daylight. The second form not so much though.
Surprisingly, this was not even his full power.
Then it was time for the final step. “T-HIS IS T-TO - TO GO BE-Y-YOND!!!” He said as he clenched his hands once more, digging his finger nails deep into his flesh. Small droplets of blood swelled up from the broken skin and signals of pain were send to his brain. Yet before they could reach his brain, completely overruled by his single desire for power. Every bit of his being searched for the power that slept deep within him. Even if he could transform at will, transforming to his maximum was quite a bit different.
Blue thunder began to strike around him as his golden energy swell up to incredible new heights. His feet dug even deeper into the ground and as a scream left his mouth, a tidal wave of golden energy washed over him, engulfing anything in it´s path. His already impeccable muscles swell up even more and he actually grew a few inches. His stomach muscles popped out one by one, till your could grind wheat on it. The gray robe tore to shreds under his continues and the remains flew off into the distance.
His hair spiked up even more and then everything started to convolute around him. Dust, light, wind, rain, anything near him got sucked into him as if he was the only source of gravity. His body began to pulse with a golden light and then he unleashed it all in a final gigantic scream. A light so bright it outshone the sun for a moment was released from Dain and then he stood there.
Dain was quite pleased with himself, though Vegeta only seemed to shake his head. In the dream Vegeta seemed dissapointed by the limit of Dain´s power and transformation. He seemed to wait for Dain to continue transforming, which puzzled the Saiya-Jin as he honestly believed there was nothing beyond the second form. When he tried to talk though, trying to reach out to Vegeta he found he was unable to speak up and the figure of the prince began to fade into the distance. As much as Dain tried to catch up though he could not catch him. Even in his second form he barely kept up and then suddenly the form of Vegeta burst out into a light so bright it was dazzling and his hair grew long, so long it almost hang till his ass.
Then the figure simply blasted off and Dain woke up. His head was still foggy as hell, but at least now he seemed to be awake though. Confused as hell, but awake. The fog in his head made it almost impossible to think properly, but the thought about Vegeta and that form was present in his mind. Mostly as a form of pain, albeit he later realized that might also just have been his hangover kicking in properly.
As time passed though, the fog in his head began to vanish and albeit the pain did not disappear, it did seem to become slightly bearable.
As he got up he noticed he was no longer completely buzzed anymore, although he was still not sober either. A bit wobbly he walked to the main computer to turn of the voice of AI manually, when suddenly he noticed they were still under attack. “Peet, what happened? Where are we?” He muttered, very softly not to invoke the gods of thunder currently residing in his skull, as he sat down upon the captains chair.
“I ran as long as needed to make repairs, destroying any pursuing ships at the same time, until I suddenly senses you were in the middle space and dying. So naturally I turned around, squatted with some brilliant maneuvers any opposing ships, picked you up and now we are running. Shields are minimal, weapons are down and I can barely maintain life support as it is. Right now all we can do is run and hope they get tired and give up. At this rate though I predict we´ll be dead within a span of thirty eight minutes. So in fact you have woken up just in time to witness us die.”[/b] Peet replied, sounding just as neutral and casual as always, with not as much as a hint of anger.
Dain listened to the explanation and then shrugged. He was too miserable to care right now. Death might actually be a sweet escape… unless… “Well we might as well get buzzed again I suppose and watch the sho-” He said with a grin, only to be interrupted by a bunch of swear words from Peet, he had never knew her to know, let alone be able to use them so properly. “Okay fine. Any chance you can fire up the flux drive and get us out of here?” He asked, hoping they could still escape. Or at least shup up the AI, as she thought he was considering it.
To his surprise the AI actually confirmed it, yet started a sentence with a but. Dain had already stopped listening though and grasped the arms of his chair firmly as he ordered the ship to engage and take them to their original destination.
A moment later the ship was being propelled forward. Albeit several showers of sparks and smaller explosions showed the vulnerability of the ship, it seemed to held and finally they appeared above the planet they were supposed to reach.
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Post by Sly on Jan 20, 2019 17:19:26 GMT -5
He woke up to just be informed of his impending death, absolutely delightful he thought. His train of thought was similar to that of his friend, which was mine as well get drunk before death came barreling for the duo. Fortunately, the buzz wore off enough for Dain to be clearer thinking. With just a few orders and commands, the were whisking through the absence of space. A little sense of worry crept within Sly as he listened to the ship groan, moan, pop, and burst into other various unhealthy noises. The tension lasted for but a moment though, eventually they made it through and were orbiting just outside the planet the beast was known to reside. “Talk about a blast from the past, remember this place. I think this is from the first time we met. I was just a lonesome mercenary and you were some secret squirrel military worker. Neither of us knew about the power levels we would reach. Who would think we would conquer so much and become such good friends.” A slight chuckle could be heard from the raccoon as he looked down to the planet below. It forced him to remember all the times of fun the duo shared in the past. It forced him to remember his old time friend, Atreus who seemingly vanished for good. Another laugh left his snout, “If I remember correctly, I made a ton of money off of you and your military. Ahhh good times indeed. Hopefully this time, we won’t get our asses kicked but this deatheater dude. But I have a feeling with our combined powers it may be quick and easy. Unless he somehow over doubled in strength. That’s doubtful though, I mean somethings gotta go our way for once right,” In a moment of excitement, or him just being so use to being the captain on his ship, he began to blurt our orders to the ship’s AI. “Petey or whatever the heck you are called. Start the landing process, but make sure we land somewhere low key, I don’t feel like a battle the second we get into the atmosphere.” It then dawned on him he was kind of trampling over Dain’s job in excitement and he shifted his attention over to him. “Sorry buddy, kinda got in my feelings back there and got all hyped up with the coming battle. I’m just ready to finally kill this guy is all. You can take control back over. I’m gonna check my gear again anyway.” The raccoon sat down in front of a little table and began to check over all his gear and weapons once more. A smile could be seen across his face, it was clear he was excited for what was about to come. He could be seen mumbling his excitement under his breath. As he spoke he would eventually grab a cigar, light it up, and begin to smoke it. The next motion would be him grabbing another and flicking it to his friend, “Try that one, got it off a street merchant in Space Vegas. Surprisingly pretty damn good.” WC: 520 TWC: 3,648 Dain Sincara
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