Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 11:06:02 GMT
Mocking the Tick of Time
Thread PL: 253,593
Light Eater: 8,368,569 /8,622,162
Ki Suppression: 115,000
Hideaki: 50,000
Collar Bot: 500
TIER 4 SHOP
[ NOXA Force: LEARNING TECHS ]
One of the advantages of being a biologically engineered super weapon was that certain needs could be staved off for quite some time. In Noxa’s case, the ability to offset sleep for days on end without directly impacting her functions was the largest boon she could receive in this situation.
After all, she had requested her Collar Bot to broadcast the repeating message for seventy two hours — and for that entire time she waited at the base. The monstrous power level an unyielding beacon, standing out from all those of Arcose. She was hoping that much like a lighthouse during stormy weather it would lead challengers or applicant's her way. Much to her displeasure it would seem that despite her clear signals there wouldn’t be a response. Not even one from the Emperor, whom she figured would at least give her some regards or another as to her blatant broadcasting on all of his empire’s wavelengths.
That last bit she could forgive. She doubted that there wouldn’t be some kind of bureaucratic red tape to go through. The rules of politics, after all, seldom were as simple and clear-cut as the law of nature, which were what Noxa understood best of all.
Still, that time wasn't put to waste.
The first handful of hours were spent attempting to get the power working back to the facility. Ignorant to even the most rudimentary tech, Noxa found herself being guided by her drone. Into the basement, the two descended — getting past a few locked doors through rather brutish means. Thankfully, her newfound strength made short work of the reinforced Arcosian material, while her altered genetics, presumably Ankoku, allowed her to navigate the pitch black basement.
Noxa soon found some kind of renewable energy generator. Technology wasn’t her forte, but with her Collar Bot having lead her through the facility already, Noxa was sure whatever steps were necessary to restore power would be just as short lived. Noxa assumed that thanks to Arcose’s frozen nature that was the reason the C.B. described the generator as ‘self-contained’. Navigating, putting down, and maintaining infrastructure on a frozen world sounded like hell. Soon, she learned that this generator ran off ki — and through a complex set of instructions, that she thankfully managed to not fudge up, Noxa soon set the generator kicking.
Light was breathed into the military complex once more.
The woman, having succeeded in reestablishing the base, still found herself with several hours to kill. Figuring that she should continue on her productivity spree, the woman turned her mind on surfing through whatever records these military halls possessed. Breaking through whatever encryption would have been impossible for the technologically inept Amazon, after all, she could hardly recover her Rumblr password by herself — something she had to do surprisingly often, considering her password was ‘NoxxxaRoxxxa115’.
Thankfully the job of cracking the terminals at the command center weren’t up to her. Her trust S.C.A.R.-made companion, Collar Bot, was given that task. The AI-imbued drone, once ordered to crack open that digital safe, managed to alert Noxa right before she had gotten too lost gazing out onto the tundra that was Arcose — glaring at the distant Capital. She felt Retsu’s power constantly fluctuating. Whatever he was doing it was intense training, which she was sure to investigate whenever she had the time. However, now the Bio had other business to attend to.
“Notification: Encryption decoded; Arcosian martial database access granted. Welcome, User #115.”
Noxa recognized the chiming feminine AI’s voice, turning her head to watch as the heart-shaped droid pulled away from the holographic screen it had been interacting with. The screen, however, strayed active instead of blinking out of existence the moment the droid pulled from it.
“Assessment: translation of Arcosian dialect not yet complete. Only sections tactical maneuvering and ‘Special Operations Techniques’ are available.”
The woman’s eyebrow arched. She said nothing; only the clicking of her heels served to break up the hum of the command center’s main frame. Soon Noxa was at the still-open holoscreen. Whatever the Collar Bot had done to the interface, it had seemed to’ve made it far easier to navigate. The screen spanned twice of Noxa’s height in both width and length. Hundreds of folders spanned the directory, but only two were highlighted — those who had been fully translated.
During the last stretch of time, the Light Eater’s productivity had turned to a more martial state. Noxa had shed her robed form completely, cladding her nude form within the tights and armor of the Arcosian Empire. The sensation of using protective gear that wasn’t her own bio-armor was bizarre. It felt loose and unnatural, despite how very form-hugging the attire was. However, there was a clear purpose for the reason she had adorned this form. As she snooped through the translated directories, Noxa found herself uncovering the long-kept secret of the elite Arcosian forces.
The first was a super destructive barrier that was applied to the enemy instead of oneself. The concept was strange, yet there were numerous logged entries of it being successfully used in battle to destroy foes of staggering power as well as the location they had been smashed towards while contained within the volatile orb.
The second was something far more insidious — it claimed to give the users a hold over the reigns of time itself. Through the use of ki and the heightened state of awareness brought on by one’s natural fight or flight, allegedly a user could increase their reaction time to the point where the tick of time would become second only to the user’s reaction time. It was a bit poetic. Noxa, for as long as she could remember, had always teetering on the edges of what her body was capable of in terms of her Predator’s Speed — an invasive technique that had saved her hide more times than she could count. The main difference, however, was that her technique was wild; much like everything else about her fighting style, it was all primal reaction to stimuli — no finesse. This ability to “halt the sands of time” was born out of dedicated focus and control.
Those were two principals that the woman had endeavored to learn under Celmaru’s tutelage, but they were concepts the alluded her for the most part.
It took hours of slaving away at learning this technique; this helped Noxa realize that power wasn’t all that mattered. Even with her most recent plateau mastering these two ways of combat were one of the hardest things she’d subjected herself to. It wasn’t until the woman was at the floor, muscles aching with APT build up that — by accident — she unlocked the secret to halting time.
The woman, out of breath, found herself straining to quick her heart. An intuitive move, as it would naturally lead to rapid oxygen deprivation on a warrior. However, with the ki amplified just in the right ways described by the documents, Noxa soon found herself feeling almost weightless. With her breath still held, Noxa slowly stood, only to realize that the world around her had…
Stoped.
It felt surreal. Her body burned with every fraction of a second that passed, but even so, the outside world refused to reflect the flow of time that her body felt. The woman turned to see the distant flakes of snow falling from the Arcosian sky from within the command center’s window. A chill ran down her back, promptly causing the woman to take in a sharp breath. Her first taste of true power; the sensation of having overcome one of the most fundamental law of the universe was indescribable.
The second technique proved to be far less complicated than halting time; it took Noxa a considerable less time to get a hold of it. The woman, having set her ki level thousands of times lower than that of her robot companion, trained on it. Using the basis of her barrier — Light Eater’s Legacy — the woman weaved an orb as instructed. THis one, however, meant to keep power IN rather than OUT.
Even at a measly power level of ‘1’ the weaved barrier proved to have rather bombastic results when used indoors — the resulting explosion of it being popped enough to send a metallic chair through the windows of the Arcosian Command Center.
Thankfully, the woman was alone, with no one to witness her klutzy nature.
A voice chimed behind the woman as a golden light seemed to come in through the fog of her staggering ‘1’ power level explosion.
“Notification: User, 72 hours have passed. Message broadcast has ceased.”
The simpering woman reached up, a hand running through her red bangs. “Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?”
“Inquiry: Were you not just learning how to halt time?”
Now rolled her eyes, hoping that her AI wasn’t beginning to dolt to a smartass personality.
“Go decode the rest of the files. I’m sure the Emperor would love to know what the military computers were story… Besides combat techniques.”
Little more than a beep was given as the bot got to work. The amazon, however, turned to face the bone-chilling wind blowing in from the nearly destroyed window.
One last conference with the Emperor, and then she had but one final stop: Zilyana.
Thread PL: 253,593
Light Eater: 8,368,569 /8,622,162
Ki Suppression: 115,000
Hideaki: 50,000
Collar Bot: 500
TIER 4 SHOP
[ NOXA Force: LEARNING TECHS ]
One of the advantages of being a biologically engineered super weapon was that certain needs could be staved off for quite some time. In Noxa’s case, the ability to offset sleep for days on end without directly impacting her functions was the largest boon she could receive in this situation.
After all, she had requested her Collar Bot to broadcast the repeating message for seventy two hours — and for that entire time she waited at the base. The monstrous power level an unyielding beacon, standing out from all those of Arcose. She was hoping that much like a lighthouse during stormy weather it would lead challengers or applicant's her way. Much to her displeasure it would seem that despite her clear signals there wouldn’t be a response. Not even one from the Emperor, whom she figured would at least give her some regards or another as to her blatant broadcasting on all of his empire’s wavelengths.
That last bit she could forgive. She doubted that there wouldn’t be some kind of bureaucratic red tape to go through. The rules of politics, after all, seldom were as simple and clear-cut as the law of nature, which were what Noxa understood best of all.
Still, that time wasn't put to waste.
The first handful of hours were spent attempting to get the power working back to the facility. Ignorant to even the most rudimentary tech, Noxa found herself being guided by her drone. Into the basement, the two descended — getting past a few locked doors through rather brutish means. Thankfully, her newfound strength made short work of the reinforced Arcosian material, while her altered genetics, presumably Ankoku, allowed her to navigate the pitch black basement.
Noxa soon found some kind of renewable energy generator. Technology wasn’t her forte, but with her Collar Bot having lead her through the facility already, Noxa was sure whatever steps were necessary to restore power would be just as short lived. Noxa assumed that thanks to Arcose’s frozen nature that was the reason the C.B. described the generator as ‘self-contained’. Navigating, putting down, and maintaining infrastructure on a frozen world sounded like hell. Soon, she learned that this generator ran off ki — and through a complex set of instructions, that she thankfully managed to not fudge up, Noxa soon set the generator kicking.
Light was breathed into the military complex once more.
The woman, having succeeded in reestablishing the base, still found herself with several hours to kill. Figuring that she should continue on her productivity spree, the woman turned her mind on surfing through whatever records these military halls possessed. Breaking through whatever encryption would have been impossible for the technologically inept Amazon, after all, she could hardly recover her Rumblr password by herself — something she had to do surprisingly often, considering her password was ‘NoxxxaRoxxxa115’.
Thankfully the job of cracking the terminals at the command center weren’t up to her. Her trust S.C.A.R.-made companion, Collar Bot, was given that task. The AI-imbued drone, once ordered to crack open that digital safe, managed to alert Noxa right before she had gotten too lost gazing out onto the tundra that was Arcose — glaring at the distant Capital. She felt Retsu’s power constantly fluctuating. Whatever he was doing it was intense training, which she was sure to investigate whenever she had the time. However, now the Bio had other business to attend to.
“Notification: Encryption decoded; Arcosian martial database access granted. Welcome, User #115.”
Noxa recognized the chiming feminine AI’s voice, turning her head to watch as the heart-shaped droid pulled away from the holographic screen it had been interacting with. The screen, however, strayed active instead of blinking out of existence the moment the droid pulled from it.
“Assessment: translation of Arcosian dialect not yet complete. Only sections tactical maneuvering and ‘Special Operations Techniques’ are available.”
The woman’s eyebrow arched. She said nothing; only the clicking of her heels served to break up the hum of the command center’s main frame. Soon Noxa was at the still-open holoscreen. Whatever the Collar Bot had done to the interface, it had seemed to’ve made it far easier to navigate. The screen spanned twice of Noxa’s height in both width and length. Hundreds of folders spanned the directory, but only two were highlighted — those who had been fully translated.
During the last stretch of time, the Light Eater’s productivity had turned to a more martial state. Noxa had shed her robed form completely, cladding her nude form within the tights and armor of the Arcosian Empire. The sensation of using protective gear that wasn’t her own bio-armor was bizarre. It felt loose and unnatural, despite how very form-hugging the attire was. However, there was a clear purpose for the reason she had adorned this form. As she snooped through the translated directories, Noxa found herself uncovering the long-kept secret of the elite Arcosian forces.
The first was a super destructive barrier that was applied to the enemy instead of oneself. The concept was strange, yet there were numerous logged entries of it being successfully used in battle to destroy foes of staggering power as well as the location they had been smashed towards while contained within the volatile orb.
The second was something far more insidious — it claimed to give the users a hold over the reigns of time itself. Through the use of ki and the heightened state of awareness brought on by one’s natural fight or flight, allegedly a user could increase their reaction time to the point where the tick of time would become second only to the user’s reaction time. It was a bit poetic. Noxa, for as long as she could remember, had always teetering on the edges of what her body was capable of in terms of her Predator’s Speed — an invasive technique that had saved her hide more times than she could count. The main difference, however, was that her technique was wild; much like everything else about her fighting style, it was all primal reaction to stimuli — no finesse. This ability to “halt the sands of time” was born out of dedicated focus and control.
Those were two principals that the woman had endeavored to learn under Celmaru’s tutelage, but they were concepts the alluded her for the most part.
It took hours of slaving away at learning this technique; this helped Noxa realize that power wasn’t all that mattered. Even with her most recent plateau mastering these two ways of combat were one of the hardest things she’d subjected herself to. It wasn’t until the woman was at the floor, muscles aching with APT build up that — by accident — she unlocked the secret to halting time.
The woman, out of breath, found herself straining to quick her heart. An intuitive move, as it would naturally lead to rapid oxygen deprivation on a warrior. However, with the ki amplified just in the right ways described by the documents, Noxa soon found herself feeling almost weightless. With her breath still held, Noxa slowly stood, only to realize that the world around her had…
Stoped.
It felt surreal. Her body burned with every fraction of a second that passed, but even so, the outside world refused to reflect the flow of time that her body felt. The woman turned to see the distant flakes of snow falling from the Arcosian sky from within the command center’s window. A chill ran down her back, promptly causing the woman to take in a sharp breath. Her first taste of true power; the sensation of having overcome one of the most fundamental law of the universe was indescribable.
The second technique proved to be far less complicated than halting time; it took Noxa a considerable less time to get a hold of it. The woman, having set her ki level thousands of times lower than that of her robot companion, trained on it. Using the basis of her barrier — Light Eater’s Legacy — the woman weaved an orb as instructed. THis one, however, meant to keep power IN rather than OUT.
Even at a measly power level of ‘1’ the weaved barrier proved to have rather bombastic results when used indoors — the resulting explosion of it being popped enough to send a metallic chair through the windows of the Arcosian Command Center.
Thankfully, the woman was alone, with no one to witness her klutzy nature.
A voice chimed behind the woman as a golden light seemed to come in through the fog of her staggering ‘1’ power level explosion.
“Notification: User, 72 hours have passed. Message broadcast has ceased.”
The simpering woman reached up, a hand running through her red bangs. “Time flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t it?”
“Inquiry: Were you not just learning how to halt time?”
Now rolled her eyes, hoping that her AI wasn’t beginning to dolt to a smartass personality.
“Go decode the rest of the files. I’m sure the Emperor would love to know what the military computers were story… Besides combat techniques.”
Little more than a beep was given as the bot got to work. The amazon, however, turned to face the bone-chilling wind blowing in from the nearly destroyed window.
One last conference with the Emperor, and then she had but one final stop: Zilyana.
