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Post by Kuroma on Jun 4, 2017 8:32:11 GMT
Ah, Turrip Town. A place of commerce and relaxation. To many, it was a place that showed just what the Solar Empire truly fought for. Peace was found throughout the streets, and laughter could be heard all across town. If one didn't look too hard, they might have believed that all that was actually true. In fact, the exact opposite was true right now. Kuroma walked the streets of Turrip crestfallen, his head down and eyes tilted slightly up so he could see somewhat of where he was going. The sounds of bar fights and jeers echoed through a nearby alleyway, and as he passed by a bar that had long ago lost the sign that gave its name, someone was shoved right out the window. The drunken purple-skinned Brenchian laughed heartily as he rolled around, trying to get to his feet. There was blood dripping down his brow. A piece of glass was lodged in his forehead. Eventually, he wobbled his way to his feet, bumping into Kuroma on accident. He patted the Kabochan on the chest, before looking up at his face. "Sorry lad. No 'arm done, ye?" Kuroma shook his head. "No problem friend."The Brenchian turned to head back into the bar, but his eye caught something in Kuroma's hand that made him smirk in delight. Wrapped neatly in plastic was a sandwich from one of the local shops. It was one of the fancier ones, too, judging by the large amount of different colored meats spilling out of the sides of the artisan bread. The Brench licked his lips lazily, before pointing down at the fine snack. "Oi. Perhaps you'd be so inclined to fix me a bite o' that there sammich? It's the leas' ye can do after bumpin' inta me, after all." There was a brief pause as Kuroma scrunched his brow. He pondered for a moment. Was he really at fault here? This purple guy was the one who fell through the window, after all. The only thing Kuroma did was walk. He stared down at his own sandwich, then back at the man, then back to his sandwich. Even if he was in the wrong here, he wasn't about to let this prime meal go to someone else. He had to sell his best friends ruined space pod door to get enough money for this food! "Sorry, but this sand witch is mine. You'll have to--"Kuroma looked up mid-sentence, and the man was already gone. Pulled back inside by his friends, or enemies, no doubt. The sandwich-bearing Kabochan sighed to himself. At least he wouldn't have to punch anyone before breakfast. That was usually a bad omen. And so, Kuroma continued on, making his way to the beach not far outside town. It was a quaint little place. Not many people went there, because all the action was inside the bars themselves. It made it the perfect spot to sit in solitude and just chow down. It didn't take long for him to arrive at his destination. The warm, bright sand sprawled out in every direction, like it had when he came here last night. The water splashed harmlessly against the edge of the beach, occasionally dredging up the odd bit of seaweed or an old boot in the process. The Kabochan sat down harshly on the sand, denting the beach in the spot where his bottom made contact. For a moment, he simply stared out at the ocean, watching the waves go by. Times like these did not remind him of his past. His childhood had a lot more dark and drab, filled with rummaging around the forest with friends to eat weird bugs, or snooping around abandoned buildings to look for old robots to fight. Kabocha had a bountiful amount of old robots to punch. The thought made him want to return there. Maybe he would some day. He turned his attention to the sandwich, which was still neatly wrapped. In one swift motion, he tore off the plastic, revealing the delicacy inside. It was an absolutely beautiful sandwich; the perfect assortment of meat, just the right amount of Earth-imported cheese, and exactly two dabbings of spicy secret sauce. The smell of the freshly toasted bread made his mouth water. With a deep breath, he opened his mouth, and bit down hard, taking out half the sandwich in a single chomp! He chewed happily, letting the flavors mingle and mix inside his mouth. All he needed was a proper beverage, and this meal would be true perfection. He swallowed harshly, before taking another, smaller bite to savor the flavor. He chewed slower this time, and began watching the waves again. Something told him today was going to be a good day.
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Fluff Hopper
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Post by Fluff Hopper on Jun 4, 2017 23:02:27 GMT
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Fluff worked furiously with the shovel, but each time he scooped out another load of sand, more surf filled the hole. He hated having to dig for resupply, but he guessed it was Twobit’s idea of a practical joke. Pirates and their buried treasure.
His shovel finally clunked against something hard. Squatting down, Fluff dug his fingers down into the sand until he found a heavy rectangular shape. He grabbed hold tightly and heaved. A metal box wobbled from the hole. It was striped all the colors of the rainbow, with a white crossed star atop it.
Fluff lugged the crate up onto dry land, kicking sand off his feet. He gave the lid a good kick, and it sprung open. The different colored Pirate Coins of the Stargoons were in there, all except for blue. His old weighted ear band was there, Fluff noticed fondly. Twobit thought of everything. A scouter gleamed in there, too. An old-style scouter, with a smudgy pink lens. Fluff grumbled, snapping it on over his eye. At least it worked. But it smelled like cheese.
Fluff wondered what kinda gross space goblin Twobit swindled the scouter from.
A big power level booped on his scouter. About the size of his own. “Hellooo,” Fluff murmured, fixing in on the coordinate. It was close. “Stargoon material?” He wondered aloud, putting the coins in the back of his waistband and taking off.
He still couldn’t fly. He’d never learned the proper technique from the pals. They’d all thought it was funny for him to buzz around on his ears. Fluff’s ears weren’t feeling up to stuff for that, not since landing. Maybe they’d been weakened by his lengthy trans-galactic voyage. Or maybe he just didn’t feel like choppering around on his ears without the fellas there to laugh about it.
Fluff could still hop plenty, though. He joggled across the rocks and jetties of the shore until he found the source of all that energy. It was a big lug of a Kabochan, with black hair and battle armor that looked like it’d had its fair share of use. He was chewing on some food and sitting in the sand, looming even on his butt, like some kinda washed up sea monster. Excitement boiled in Fluff’s stomach. The big lug was big, for sure. As big as Snailsy, maybe.
More excitement rose in the space rabbit when he realized what the Kabochan was eating. His sensitive nose twitched. “Is that? Can it be? Paozu cheese? And… and… pastrami?” His mouth watered. A plan clicked into place. He sniggered at the deviousness of it. Once a pirate, always one, right?
He did some deep knee bends, then pulled his feet up behind him one at a time, stretching out really good. It wouldn’t pay to burst out of the dunes at the guy then falter and get a cramp. Once he was good and ready, Fluff did a quick little pose to psyche him up and then tried to summon up his Bunny Blur. He spun in a tight circle until the sand beneath him cooked and turned to glass. When he finally, dizzily came to a stop, the world was spinning but he felt no extra lift in his step.
Fluff frowned, scratching his ears thoughtfully. The Bunny Blur was one of his primo fighting techniques. If he couldn’t make speed-shadows of himself with every step, he’d lose a major advantage against a mountain like the Kabochan. He wouldn’t be near as fast, for one. All that spinning usually made a nice little low-pressure area around his body. And he wouldn’t be as tricky.
Kabochans were notoriously tough. Fluff had met plenty of them, seeing as how Stargoon Central was hidden deep in Kabocha.
“Alright,” Fluff whispered to himself. “I still got my super speed.” He kicked his feet in the sand, fanned his arms out high and to one side, and zoomed.
He moved like the Blue Pulsar always moved, fast as a speeding death ray. As he neared the lunchtime lug, He leapt for the sandwich, hoping to snatch it right out of the Kabochan’s hand and speed his way up a nearby dune.
“Yoink!” Fluff would yell as he passed.
If he managed to grab the sandwich, he’d turn back around to the Kabochan and beam happily while chewing on it, asking if he wanted his sandwich back. If he missed or was somehow caught… well, he’d have to think of something else to do.
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 4, 2017 23:56:40 GMT
A curious brow raised from the Kabochan as he continued watching the water. He was getting a bit thirsty now, despite how gooey and perfectly melted the cheese was. He wondered if seawater was safe to drink. It was hard to fully remember, but he vaguely recalled Soyo once telling him that seawater was salty, like a tear drop. Kuroma had licked one of his own tears before. It was pretty gross.
Banishing the thought of salty drinks from his mind, Kuroma looked back at the sandwich. It was nearly gone now; only a quarter of the original submarine sandwich remained, and it still looked tantalizingly tasty.
He opened his mouth for another bite, but instead of getting a mouthful of bread and meat and cheese, he was instead greeted by nothing but seaside air. He blinked fast and hard, trying to make sense of the situation. If Fluff hadn't spoken up mere moments later, he might have chalked it up to Sand Goblins and started punching the beach.
The Kabochan turned to his left, his eyes wide and surprised. The sandwich snatcher was an odd sort; a short little man, covered in fur, and sporting two very large and floppy ears tied up with a band. The little bugger snacked on Kuroma's sandwich happily, offering the meal back to its original owner.
For a moment, Kuroma was confused. He'd never met a bunny before, much less one so large and talkative. It reminded him of an old cartoon that used to air in his hometown. He wondered if the bunny man had a catchphrase like the one in the cartoon.
But there were more important things to deal with. There was a snack-napper to deal with! Kuroma stood up, speaking in his usual gruff and deep tone that betrayed his somewhat simple nature. "It's not polite to chomp someone else's Sand Witch with no permission, little friend."
Kuroma clicked his scouter on, and it sputtered to life. Specks of dust flew out the side of the device as it tried its hardest to read out Fluff's Power Level. The best it could do was list a meager "6", before the thing died out. In confusion and annoyance, Kuroma pulled the thing off his face, and checked on the innards of the machine.
Dead Batteries.
He cursed under his breath, and tossed the juiced batteries towards Turrip Town proper. He could have sworn he bought fresh batteries when he traded his Spacepod door for food! It was a shame that he didn't read the label atop the bucket the batteries were kept in at that shop, which read "dead batteries". It was no wonder why they were so cheap.
"I don't wanna have to fight before I finish breakfast, but if you're gonna take things without permission I might have to."
Kuroma cracked his knuckles in an attempt to be menacing, as he walked towards Fluff's dune. His superior size probably helped his intimidation tactic, but if it didn't, then Kuroma was more than okay with fighting, even if his opponent was adorable.
"If you want to share, you have to have something to share with me too." He paused for a moment, glancing back at the sea, before speaking again. "Got any Hetap?"
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Post by Rock Cocklin on Jun 5, 2017 3:49:04 GMT
Rock had been at the bar since the night before. This particular establishment was among his favorites, as it was dedicated to providing quality refreshments to patrons of all sorts, round the clock. The rare gem of a watering hole that never closed was something to treasure, and treasure it he did. He'd come off a 14 hour shift at work, resolving a matter of a misrouted shipment of cheese imported from Earth. His bosses had ordered a great deal of Paozu Gruyere, and somehow rather than ending up on the glimmering shores of Shikk, it had somehow ended up on Yardrat. YARDRAT, of all places! Of course, the cheese wasn't really important. His bosses were lactose intolerant after all. It was the contraband hidden within the cheese that they were concerned about, and when the bosses had a problem, Rock had a problem. Thankfully, after his fourth favor called in and the promise of a bottle of Namekian Pinot to a blue-skinned smuggler in a big dumb hat, the cheese - promised to be untouched and intact - was on its way to Shikk.
So, Rock had come to his favorite bar - a place he called the Usual for lack of a better name, since the sign had long since gone missing - and hadn't left. He'd taken a short nap on his stool between drinks, and had sustained himself on a steady supply of bar pretzels. They were a bit stale, even when freshly replenished, but they were free and plentiful and that was all that mattered. Well, that and his beautiful, full glass of his favorite local microbrew. Until, that is, a careless Brenchian with this garish purple skin bumped right into his arm, spilling the whole thing all over Rock's coat. His best coat. His only coat. The Brenchian's friends tried to laugh it off, all of them drunk out of their gourds. Rock, of course, chose to take the high ground. He stood up, straightened his coat, and threw the Brenchian through the fucking window. The purple-skinned fuck's buddies stared at him for a moment before heading to his aid, and Rock paid for his drink before leaving through the side door.
It was fine. He'd needed some fresh air anyway. Sparking up a cigarette, he approached his skycycle, the Stormchaser. He was probably too drunk to drive the damn thing, and rather than potentially get into a heap of trouble for trying - trouble that would surely come back to his bosses - he set the custom machine to follow his position as he took a long stroll down to a nearby beach. Taking deep, long draws on his cigarette, Rock tried to clear his mind while the soothing purr of the Stormchaser's engine thrummed behind him. For a moment, the smoke drifted in front of his face like a long-forgotten nebula, and he was transported back to the days when he was so much more than what he was now. Days where his work meant more to him than just making sure some organized crimelords got their illegal goods in a timely fashion. Days where he might have been saving lives, or taking them.
But those days were over. He hadn't heard the name Crimson Cockatrice or Morning Ace in years, hadn't seen the stars or the inside of a cockpit since he was forcibly relocated to this rock. He supposed it could have been worse - Shikk was a nice planet. A fine place to live. He hoped it was a fine place to be buried.
When he arrived at the beach, he found he wasn't alone. A mountain of a Kabochan was having some sort of minor altercation with a much smaller, fluffier gentleman that Rock was fairly certain might be from Earth. He didn't see many other Earthers out here, and certainly none so huggable. The rabbit was chewing on a sandwich, with a fair amount of very familiar cheese included in its layers.
"Paozu...gruyere..." He would know that cheese from a mile away for the rest of his days. He'd just spent 15 hours studying its color, weight, aroma, and shelf life in order to make a convincing argument about the urgency of his fraudulent cheese delivery. Not many operations were importing that kind of cheese, and if it was being used to bring it the sort of stuff he thought it was...it might not be considered food-grade anymore, by most organic lifeforms' standards.
Rock was a scoundrel, and a bastard. He had a temper, and he liked to drink and smoke just a little too much. But he wasn't about to let something like this go. As far as he could tell, that little rabbit hadn't done anything to deserve eating tainted cheese. He approached the two, taking another drag of his smoke.
"Hate to bother you folks," he said, "But I can't help but notice that sandwich has a particular type of cheese. Bit of a weird question - where'd you get that sandwich?" ___________________________________ Thread PL 18,724
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Post by Fluff Hopper on Jun 5, 2017 5:28:05 GMT
Fluff’s eyes widened as he pushed the sandwich in his mouth with both hands, chomping noisily. Half of it was gone now. “AHHHHHH that hits the spot!” He said, wagging the sandwich down at Kuroma. “You want your sandwich back?” He watched as Kuroma approached. He was even bigger close up.
An idea popped in Fluff’s head. “Easy there, big guy,” Fluff said. “If you want your sandwich back, unharmed and mostly still there, you’ll have to pass my test.” He pointed to a huge boulder straddling two golden dunes. “Take that rock and throw it as high as you can. Then you’ll get your sandwich back. Maybe I’ll even have an extra prize for you!”
Before Fluff could see if the Kabochan was gonna do what Fluff wanted or not, a rooster zoanthrope stepped through the dunes and onto the beach. Fluff’s big brown eyes bulged. His scouter was climbing high.
“Eighteen thousand!?” He squeaked. That was as high as Fluff when Fluff was really amped and Bunny Blurring. Fluff had been the youngest, weakest, and least experienced of the Stargoons, but it wasn’t often he came across someone who matched his best while just loafing around.
This must be one of the strongest Earthlings around. He thought. Oh boy.
Fluff squinted between the two, to figure the odds. It seemed pretty shady. Maybe it was a trap. A sandwich trap. He’d heard of such things. “I got this sandwich from the big fella right here. He wants it back now, though." Fluff took another bite, savoring the stinky cheese and the crunchy lettuce. He let out a loud burp of pleasure. Another thought was coming to him, now that he was looking at the rooster guy.
He’s red, like the Boss was. And he’s got a big power level, and he walks around with that jacket like he’s a the commandant of Britches Bay or something.
Fluff decided he liked the both of them.
“Why don’t I start over, at the beginning?” Fluff said, tossing the sandwich back to Kuroma. “We all mighta got off on a funny foot. I’m looking for some likely candidates, see. Some real scruffy no-gooders who aren’t afraid to do a little pirating with some pizazz, and who won’t turn down any meal ticket because they’re real deal mercenaries. I was part of a little band, ya know, a pretty big-time band.”
Fluff took in a deep breath and stood up on his tippytoes,
"Get ready,"
legs high-stepping like jackhammers while his hands arced gracefully together over his head.
“to eat my stardust,”
spinning around slowly, then snapped into a pose, one leg raised high by his head, his palms out and fingers fanned out by his face. “The Blue Stargoon zooms past all the losers and haters! HIYAH!”
He hoped it was good. He was a little rusty. He knew the words were good -- Twobit himself had handwritten all their lines, and Twobit said he had writing awards from thousands and thousands of planets. But it’d been two years since Fluff had posed with the pals on Eros.
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 5, 2017 9:39:52 GMT
Kuroma frowned deeply as Fluff took another, bigger bite of the remainder of the sandwich. It looked like a real delicious bite, too. Those were the worst kind to watch someone else enjoy. If Fluff were any other being, he might have received a punch in the teeth, but his disarming cuteness and way of speaking made the huge Kabochan hold off on the beatdown just long enough to hear Fluff's offer.
"That little thing?" he said curiously, pointing at the very same boulder. He nodded his head toward the bunny boy. "Sounds fair enough."
It was a short jog to the rock, which seemed a bit bigger close up. It nearly reached Kuroma's waist, but it was a lot fatter than him. The Kabochan clapped his hands together, and then crouched down, gripping the rock on both sides. His grip was tight and strong, and with a mighty heave, the rock was plucked from its prison. He took a second to adjust his stance, before shifting the rock onto his shoulder.
"Right. Here we go!"
He allowed the rock to slide down his arm, landing in his locked-together hands. Slowly, he began to spin his body, picking up more and more speed, allowing the rock to lead his momentum. His body eventually became a grey, white, and black blur. With a mighty shout, he let the rock loose and sent it right toward--
"Hate to bother you folks..."
Kuroma's attention was robbed from him, and his aim was sent way off. He originally intended to shoot it right into the sky and through the clouds, but instead, he sent it right for the sea! It smashed into the water, and it bounded off the surface. It arced high into the air, before doing the very same bounce when it hit liquid again. It bounced a few more times, before landing with a great big splash roughly a mile and a half off shore. Specks of seawater hit the strange trio even from that distance.
"Whoops. I missed."
With his failure noted, he turned to the new arrival, who'd mentioned something about the sandwich. This guy wanted it too? Well, maybe he didn't want it; he just wanted to know where the sandwich was from.
"I got it from a place called Slummocks... Or Slimmucks... Something like that."
He gave the man a good look, and hid a smile. He'd never met a bird faced guy before. It reminded him of another cartoon from his hometown; a bootleg of the famous Blowhard Paozard being the protagonist. Did he step into a cartoon? Was this some kind of crossover episode? Those were questions for later, he surmised.
Kuroma turned back to Fluff, his eyes full of curioisity as the bunny began to speak. He said he was looking for rough folks, who wouldn't say no to any job out there. The Kabochan liked the sound of that, as long as "any job" didn't include being a plumber or something. He did that for a summer once-- It was not fun.
Before Kuroma could give his answer, the bunny began to start the process of a long and dramatic pose. Try as he might, Kuroma simple couldn't look away. His form was well executed, and the windup to his pose was eerily familiar.
As he finished his pose, he said a name that rang a bell. The Kabochan took a big, dramatic gasp, and yelled in excitement.
"YOU'RE A STAR GOON?!"
The dimwitted warrior smiled wide, and tried imitating Fluff's pose. He tried his best, but ended up tripping over himself and kicking up a lot of sand.
He sat up, spitting out a load of beach gunk before getting to his feet.
"I use to hear stories about you guys when I was starting out as a merc! My pal Soyo said you were the best of the best!..." But the beaming excitement in his eyes died out, and he looked down. "... Soyo said you guys got bopped good on Eros years ago, and the ones of you who didn't bite the bucket retired. Is that true? Did you all retire?"
He awaited Fluff's answer somberly, hoping to hear anything other than what his pal had told him years ago.
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Post by Rock Cocklin on Jun 6, 2017 0:42:18 GMT
Rock watched as the Kabochan hoisted a frankly enormous rock from the ground, apparently at the behest of the rabbit zoanthrope. The much larger man then attempted to toss it, though appeared to get distracted in the process. Even still, the results were very impressive. Rock could tell that both of these two were well above average in power, something he didn’t see every day. Had he not been drinking with his skeletons the entire night previous, he may have been more cautious.
The Kabochan tried to recall the name of the establishment from which he’d purchased the now-purloined sandwich, but couldn’t remember it clearly. By the sound of it, it could have been any number of delis, but there was one eatery that Rock was aware of with a name similar enough that it raised a concern.
“As long as it wasn’t Sgrillex you should be just fine…But maybe avoid the import cheese for a few months. There's uh...health risks."
And then the little rabbit started talking about a job, about needing a group of downright scoundrels for some piracy. And maybe it was the booze talking, but Rock couldn't help but like the sound of it. He'd never been a pirate, but he'd been close. And if he was being honest, he really hated his fucking job. But then Fluff struck a very distinct and interesting pose, and declared himself the Blue Stargoon.
"It can't be," Rock said. The Stargoons were gone, or so the story went. Even out here on Shikk, disconnected from his usual web of contacts, he'd caught wind of the fall of the Legendary Stargoons. Even the Kabochan showed some awareness of the Stargoons and their demise, though Rock hadn't heard any had retired. "I heard they were all killed, to a man. Though the story is never the same twice."
He turned his attention back to Fluff.
"Okay, let's say you ARE a Stargoon - and I'm still not convinced - what's with the...weird slogan? I knew the Stargoons had flair, but that kinda, well...that line wasn't the best."
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Post by Fluff Hopper on Jun 6, 2017 2:29:28 GMT
Fluff’s ears jumped straight up in exclamation as Kuroma flung the rock until it was just a little speck. “Power cow that was awesome! Kameeeee.” The guy hadn’t even put all his effort into it.
He combed fingers through his hair at the compliment, blushing. “Your pal Soyo was a real genius. Cuz we're the best, no doubt about it. We're mercenaries. We're pirates. We're stylish. But none of us retired, unless you count going to that Big Carrot Patch in the Sky as retirement.”
When the rooster fella spoke, Fluff cocked a sideways, bucktoothed grin and wagged a finger, brown eyes twinkly. “Nuh-uh. Not all dead. I made it back. But uh, if someone ever invites you on a two-year trip to a planet called Eros, don’t go, okay?”
He somersaulted off the dunes, landing between the two would-be pirates. “Not the best lines, huh?” Fluff stuck out his tongue and gave a loud raspberry, ears wagging sinuously like a snake. “The God of Pirates himself writes all our big lines. He’s got a very, very big brain, okay? I mean, his head is huge!”
Fluff flung one leg out with his arm making a parallel flourish, his opposite hand giving a snappy salute. “We’ve got poses up the wazoo.”
He quickly fished his Black Pirate Coin out from his belt, spinning it on the tip of a finger. “I can prove I’m a Stargoon, because I can make new Stargoons. All you have to do is take hold of one of these coins, and say the magic words.” He gave a little chuckle. “If you’re strong enough to survive the Pirate God's magic, that is.”
Now Fluff’s idea could take front and center in their minds. Both of them might make good Stargoons. Maybe they’d bite. Big boy might just fit the bill for Black. Strong guy like him. Bet he never lost an arm wrestling match. He wasn’t sure what the rooster could be. He had a super-high power level, which made him an obvious candidate, but each Stargoon had to have a special knack corresponding to their color.
He had kinda a bossy attitude, the way he took charge with the cheese just now. Could it be? Fluff didn’t know for sure, and it felt like almost a betrayal to the old captain, even though he was dead. Could this rooster be Red?
"Maybe I"ll let one of you try. First though, what's yalls names and work experience and stuff?"
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 6, 2017 9:31:05 GMT
Kuroma heard the news from both of the animal men, but wasn't sure what to think. It was good they didn't retire, but if they all died, wasn't that even worse? There was no way to have a reunion episode where the old gang gets together one last time! That was unless people could come back from the dead, and if they did, they'd probably be zombies. In fact, that might have made a good plot for a "Freeza Scares You Day" special episode. He made a mental note of the genius idea, before responding to the two.
"So if you're the last Star Goon... Does that make you the leader? Cuz I thought Red was the leader... Or was it Purple?"
He contemplated the question, but his attention was sidetracked when Fluff made another pose. Kuroma tried to copy it, but to no avail. He ended up kicking up some more sand with his poor attempt at a spin, displacing a few off-color crabs who lived under the beach in the process. They snipped at the massive homewrecker as they spiraled through the air, landing back in the sand a few feet away.
The birdman asked for some proof, and the bunny provided near-instantly. Kuroma wasn't exactly sure what the shiny coin was for, but he pretended he did. He gave a serious look at the mention of magic. Soyo always told him to stay away from it, but maybe today was the day to disregard his buddies old warnings just once. After all, his buddy was the one dead, not him.
As the coin danced in his hand, Fluff requested an introduction of sorts. The Kabochan Clod nodded, before trying to do a pose of his own. "Well, I'm the mighty Kabochan you've never heard of. I'm..." He jumped into the air, somersaulting wildly, before landing perfectly on one knee. He shot his arms out to the side, making him look like a large, humanoid letter T. It wasn't the fanciest, but at least he nailed it. "Kuroma! Mercenary to The Stars!" Kuroma coughed, standing up awkwardly. "At least that's what they used to call me. That's what they used to call my whole crew, actually. The Mercs to the Stars. We were all best buds, and we did a whole lot of fighting for a whole lotta money for a whole lotta years. The rest of the boys went to the Cabbage Patch in the Sky, like your Goons."
The Kabochan looked down and to the side, sniffling lightly. He couldn't let himself fall to his own emotions. Not in front of a Star Goon!
He looked back up, a determined look in his eye. "Whatever you want me to say, I'll say! I'll go first, too!"
The bulky warrior raised his hand, ready to catch the Black Pirate Coin if Fluff decided to throw it.
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Post by Rock Cocklin on Jun 7, 2017 2:47:59 GMT
"P...Pirate God?" Rock was starting to wonder if he was being pranked. But then Fluff kept on going, about Pirate Coins and Magic Words. This was certainly not a conversation he'd ever expected to have.
The Kabochan, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed by the rabbit's unorthodox story. He even introduced himself as Mercenary to the Stars. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but nothing he was particularly familiar with. He wasn't surprised that Kuroma had been a mercenary, however. He looked the part, and most civilians weren't as tough as this one was.
But Rock knew that he had to make a decision. He could introduce himself, open up a bit to these strangers. Maybe they'd have heard of him, maybe not. He wasn't sure which would be better. But he'd left that life behind him when he came to Shikk. He thought he'd closed that chapter of his life, and he'd even started to make something of himself here. Sure, it wasn't a great life he was living, but if he stuck it out a few more years he might be inducted into a mob family and then it would be all biscuits and gravy.
Who was he kidding? The Saiyan crime families, Arcosian crime syndicates, none of them would accept an Earthling of any breed as one of their own. And he could never go home to Earth, he had too many outstanding warrants and unpaid parking tickets. Becoming a Stargoon might be the only way out for him, if this was in fact happening to him. He decided to take a leap of faith.
"I'm Rock. Spent some years as a smuggler and pilot for hire. In some circles they used to call me the Crimson Cockatrice. Currently retired, though."
He finished his cigarette and flicked the butt into the sand.
"Give me a coin and tell me what words to say, though, and I'll give it a shot. Either you're pulling my drumstick, I die, or I become a fucking Stargoon. I've beaten better odds."
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Post by Fluff Hopper on Jun 8, 2017 4:53:01 GMT
Fluff was thunderstruck. Not literally, it was a clear and pleasant evening. No, he was taken by surprise – a shocking surprise! – by Kuroma’s masterful pose. It was the stuff that took a Stargoon months to perfect. And he had it already.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Don’t act so eager or he might think you’re a weirdo.
Still, Fluff bit his bottom lip with his buck teeth and his eyes grew twice as wide. “That, that, was AMAZING!” He sprung into the air, clapping vigorously. “Wowee! I mean, boasty toast, great stuff!”
He flopped down before Kuroma, immediately bestowing the Black Pirate Coin. He didn’t have any doubt that the fellow would have the gusto to survive. It took glitz, it took glamor. He displayed both.
“Okay,” Fluff breathed, still wowed by the performance. “You’ve got to stand on your tippy toes and arch your arms above your head until your fingertips are pressed down on top of your head, like this. But with the coin in between your fingers and your head. Very important!” Fluff demonstrated just those actions. “As you’re doing this, the coin will start to glow. Then you say, ‘The Black Meteor hits hard and crushes the competition, guwahhh!” Fluff bent at the waist, his arms quacking like a duck bill behind him. “Black Pirate Power!!!” He yelled, voice high and shrill.
He gently pressed the Coin into Kuroma’s fingers. “I know you can do it, big guy.”
He approached Rock Cocklin next, bouncing on his feet. “You don’t seem as hyped,” He said, producing a gleaming red disc in his palm. “But maybe that’s a good thing.” His big brown eyes looked up at the rooster zoanthrope, and his ears crooked quizzically. “The Stargoons have never had an Earthling leader. The last Red was a Makyan. But maybe it’s time. Just know that the Red’s pose is the hardest to do… and so, it’s the deadliest.”
“Hold this in your right hand the whole time,” Fluff instructed as he gave Rock the Red Pirate Coin. “Then at the end, smack it onto your heart.”
Fluff ahemed, then jumped up into the air with his arms and legs splayed wide apart, like the points of a star.
“Red as the coolest giants,”
He changed poses, one knee on the ground, one fist raised to the air.
“Red as the magma of a newborn planet,”
He stood and began spinning clockwise, arms stretched out as far as they would go.
“Red as the galaxies twirling, twirling away!”
Finally, he took up an aggressive combat stance, his arms wooshing in the air. “The Red Whatever leads the crew and brings your doom! Ayah!” Fluff slapped his hand to his heart, to demonstrate where to put the coin. “Red Pirate Power!!!”
Fluff held up a finger to caveat. "You don't really say red whatever. That part is for you to decide. The Red is special, see, since they're the leader. Their knack changes each time, without any approval from Twobit. The last guy was the Red Polestar."
He hoped they’d work out. He’d never seen it happen, but he’d been warned during his own induction as the Blue Stargoon that failures tended to spontaneously combust. "I uh, should probably warn you two, since I like you both. If you get it wrong, you'll prolly explode into a gillion pieces."
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 9, 2017 6:30:57 GMT
Kuroma held back a goofy grin when he heard Fluff's praise. Soyo always told him posing was stupid, but that was all nonsense. After all, if superheroes AND the Stargoons posed, then it must be a good strategy! The Kabochan turned to Rock, who seemed to also be into the idea, though obviously less so. His nonchalant attitude was a good thing; leaders were supposed to be serious, after all. With both of Fluff's prospective goons ready and willing, he gave them both their pirate coins and instructions. Kuroma's task was simple; all he had to do was recite some words, and he'd be a real Stargoon! If his younger self knew about this, he probably wouldn't believe it. He spoke nervously as he gripped his black pirate coin tight, trying hard to remember the pose and the words without expending too much effort on remembering one over the other. "Okay... Right... This is gonna be easy."Kuroma hopped once, landing on his tip-toes, and raising his hands above his head. He looked like a very large letter Y. Slowly, he lowered his hands and bent his knees, touching the coin to his head as his arms locked into place. A dull glow came from the coin, and the Kabochan's heart raced in excitement. Its glow increased in ferocity, though because he was holding the coin in the wrong direction, all it did was help blind him. With his eyes shut tight, he recited the phrase poorly. "The Black Meatier hits hard and crushes the competitors! GUWAAAAH!"He mimicked the final part of the pose as best he could, and let out the final cry. "BLACK PIRATE POWER!!!" Suddenly, a magic thunderbolt shot down from the sky, zapping Kuroma with its godly power. He let out a extended scream of pain as the lightning burned through his body. The Kabochan was forced to let loose his full power to keep him from dropping dead on the spot. As the magic burned into him, his armor was enhanced. Gone were the scuff marks and chipped pieces of worn material. In its place was a fantastic set of Stargoon-inspired battle armor! It even came packaged with a brand new, state of the art black-lens scouter to complete the whole ensemble! With one last push of electric power, the bolt of lightning faded, and the still-smoking form of Kuroma stood proud and tall. He checked himself out, giving an appreciative smile to Fluff whilst shooting a finger gun at Rock. "Your turn, Captain!"
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Post by Rock Cocklin on Jun 9, 2017 23:25:40 GMT
This all felt very unorthodox to Rock as he watched Fluff demonstrate the process of becoming a Stargoon. The stories made their poses out to be intimidating and impressive, but seeing them in person was...an entirely different matter. Watching this little rabbit on his tip-toes playing with a coin...Rock was just glad there wasn’t more of an audience, just in case. But then the Kabochan took his coin, said the words, and did the little dance. And just as Rock was certain nothing would happen, the son of a bitch was struck by lightning. Lightning, from a clear sky, right into Kuroma at the end of his Stargoon pose. Rock believed in coincidences, but this was too much. Too clean. He hoped that Kuroma wasn’t about to completely drop dead, considering he’d been struck by lightning. When the Kabochan came through after a sudden spike in his power, suddenly clad in gleaming new armor, Rock nearly applauded. The posing and the words held more weight for him now, having seen what they could do. Maybe this was why the Stargoons were considered frightening and inspiring at the same time, this mysterious transformative force. Rock took the Red Pirate Coin in his hand, turned it over in his fingers. He watched the light catch on its edges. Hard to believe that such power could be held in such a little thing. He took a breath and nodded to nobody in particular. He maneuvered the coin onto his thumb and with a flick, flipped it high up into the air. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it his own way. Hell, the Kabochan hadn’t done it perfectly and he was just fine. “ Redder than the coolest giants,” he said, arms and legs spread out like stars. “ Redder than the magma of a newborn planet,” he said, taking a knee with one fist raised. “ Redder than all the galaxies burning away!” he said, spinning about with his arms thrown wide. He stepped back into a combat stance, one leg raised and the talons of that foot splayed out viciously. “ The Red Quasar leads this crew that brings your doom!” The coin dropped in front of his face and he snatched it in his hand. Stomping his foot down, he thrust the coin against his chest, letting out a mighty crow, “ KOKEKOKKO!” “ RED…
PIRATE…
POWER!” For Rock, there was no lightning. Just a sudden updraft from beneath his feet, loud and hot and violent. It ruffled his feathers and sent the tail of his long pilot’s coat into the air, bucking against the sudden wind. The heat grew and swelled until it finally burst into bright red fire, engulfing Rock in his entirety. It felt like he was being torn apart, dragged into the void like a planet headed for a black hole. He fought to keep his eyes open, though they watered against the licking flames. He fought to watch as once again he was pulled into his fate, to do what he did not have the courage to do when he first came to this planet. He’d shut his eyes back then. He’d covered his face, and cried out in fear. He’d abandoned his duty to set the ship down as softly as possible. Maybe if he’d been stronger, the girl would still be alive. Rock would never know. But he would know, this time, that he was worthy of his reputation - live or die. If he was reduced to ash, he would be a very brave pile of ash indeed. But he was not reduced to ash. Instead, he came through the other side and as the fire was reduced to embers, and the winds died down, he looked at himself in awe. Where he once wore plain clothes under a vintage brown pilot’s longcoat, he now wore gleaming red armor, topped by an immaculate red longcoat. His talons were adorned in gloss red metal. On his head he wore a stylized pilot’s helmet, in red and white with a dark tinted visor. “ Well I guess that settles it then,” he said to the other two pirates. “ Though I think the Black Meteor and I both have quite a few questions for you, Blue...Bun?” Rock had no idea what Fluff’s ‘knack’ was, as he’d called it. So he took a guess.
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Post by Fluff Hopper on Jun 11, 2017 19:24:31 GMT
Fluff’s cringe of anticipation that his two new friends were about to become piles of cinders became a hopping dance of joy as Kuroma and Rock both successfully transformed. He bounced around both of them excitedly, fists pumping. Even though Kuroma had pronounced it meatier (Fluff’s sensitive ears could tell the difference) and Rock got some of the words wrong – galaxies twirled, not burned – it seemed that Twobit was as nice of a guy as he always claimed to be. The magic worked, on both the mountainlike Kabochan and the authoritative rooster Zoanthrope.
“Welcome to the STARGOOOOONS!” Fluff gushed, his ears spinning around and twisting atop one another until they became one tall winding knot.
When his excitement ebbed enough, he said through panting breaths, “I’m the Blue Pulsar, not the Blue Bun don’tcha know? Blue is always the fastest!” He flittered around them in top gear, the wind wooshing as he shot around like a ricocheting ray of light. The sand beneath his feet became a glowing orange train of smoldering quartz. “The Stargoons made me Blue because I ran bases faster than the outfielders could throw in the Galactic Baseball League.”
“There’s some stuff you should know. We get all our goodies from this ghostie demon guy named Twobit, who has a presence, as Twobit calls it,” Fluff waggled his fingers spookily, “on Kabocha, under the sewers of Punkipa City. That’s where our home base is, too. Twobit is the God of Pirates, or at least, he says he is. He’s a real crafty fella, that’s for sure. All our stuff comes from him, like I said. He came up with the idea for the Stargoons, but he doesn’t really boss us around or anything. That’s Red’s job. He just winds us up, gives us the ground rules, and lets us do our thing. As long as we don’t stop being the best mercenary pirate group in the galaxy, I don’t think he’ll ever get mad.”
Fluff scratched the back of his curly hair. “I guess our next step will be finding the other Stargoons,” He said. “We’re supposed to recruit them together, and all agree. Then, you know, the magic words, maybe they’ll die, yadda yadda.”
Fluff flopped his feet through the sand, trudging up next to Kabocha. "The Black and Blue are usually a tag-team in the first wave of any fight. We'll have to get good at fighting together. One thing me and Snailsy used to do -- he was the last Black Meteor -- I'd get a running start behind him, jump over his shoulder, and he'd throw me like a spear at someone. Works pretty good!" He turned to Rock. "And when the going gets tough, we all fight together, in coordination, with Captain Rock here leading the way. Once we get all the gang together, we'll do our Pirate Power Pose and be ready to hire."
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Post by Kuroma on Jun 15, 2017 9:22:19 GMT
Kuroma watched in awe as his new captain began his long and dramatic pose. The perfect timing, the perfect speech, and most important of all, the perfect attitude! He let out a beautiful bird screech, which caused the Kabochan to flinch, before being coated in a furious maelstrom of wind and fire. Even from where Kuroma was standing, the heat affected him. He brought his arm up in front of his face as the winds blew and blew, before eventually dying out in a dazzling display.
Rock escaped the flames with a newfound swagger. Out of all the new outfits on display, Rock's was easily the most extravagant. Kuroma clapped as Fluff officially announced them both as Stargoons members. The Kabochan smiled wide, a tear running down his cheek. This was the happiest he'd been in years! He was in a new crew, and it was even flashier than the last!
The Red Stargoon posed a question to Fluff using incorrect terminology, who retorted by correcting the bird-man quickly. Kuroma's mind went in a strange direction for a moment, before he decided to pipe up as well. "Have you ever tried dying your fur to match the coin color, Fluff? It might look cool."
Fluff continued, saying their... Caretaker, for lack of a better word, was a demon ghost being. It lived on Kabocha, where Kuroma grew up. Well, Kuroma never actually visited the city of Punkipa before, but he'd seen it in a picture once. It looked nice enough compared to the rest of his home planet. At first, it sounded like their job was to look for this Twobit, but Fluff instead suggested they find a few more recruits before they met up with the weird demon.
"Sounds good to me. Maybe we should look elsewhere, though. Shikk just lost out on its two best mercenaries, after all!" He let out a fake laugh, before sliding over to Rock and nudging him with his elbow, hoping the bird got what he meant.
"We could always check some other places that are... Scummy." He scratched his head for a moment, before giving some ideas. "Planet Zoon has some rough places, from what I hear. And Vegeta is always gonna have some bad dudes. Maybe we can check there?" There was one other place he remembered, but he could never pronounce the name, so he just held his tongue.
As they tried to decide where to go, Fluff moved over to Kuroma. He explained that he and Fluff would need to learn to work closely together, as they were the frontliners. Kuroma nodded, smiling happily. "That sounds great! Maybe we can develop some more techniques so the enemy will never know what to expect!"
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