Post by Pah'mazhan on Jun 4, 2015 18:54:05 GMT
"The world is our home to share. We all come from the same roots, just as the branches of a tree always lead back to the trunk. We must act as one race, live as one. Our hearts must beat as one. Too few of the people today have the vision needed to realize our true potential, as one, undivided race."
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New Namek was a wonderful planet, there was no doubt, but the gravity chamber had an even greater sense of importance than Pah’mazhan could imagine. The bio android took solace in the gleaming beast, and enjoyed the times he had in there alone. Walking into the chamber with his weighted clothing off, he adjusted the gravity settings for an unprecedented number, x110. This number seemed impossible for Pah’mazhan to even fathom, but he will see how difficult it will be. After pressing GO, he could feel the intense gravity begin pushing down on his body, impossibly more difficult than he previously remembered in his other trainings. His back muscles tensed up, and he had to begin breathing hard just to stop from passing out. His legs ached already, but he used his power to push his hunching body straight once more.
Soon, he was able to straighten up his back once more. Walking around was labor intensive, but he found that he was able to –barely- walk around. Approaching the central console once more, the bio android inputted the directions to begin another simulation. Kouda’s increasing memory banks were proving useful to Pah’mazhan, as the varied experiences and fighting styles only saturated his own. According to Kouda’s own plans, the group was moving to planet Vegeta soon, so the bio android figured that he would look for any Saiyan memories in the banks. The chances were slim…
There. Unbelievable, but he found one. Inputting in the appropriate commands, Pah’mazhan began meditating on the floor as he allowed the flooding toxins to enter his mind and alter his perception. His vision became blurry, and he slowly collapsed onto the floor. When he awoke, he was a different person, in a different time…
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The stars shined down on the meadows of Tien’s Landing. Above the sky, just five minutes away, there was a grandeur city. However, it was unreachable to those who could not fly. The city of Tien’s Landing was for the 50% of the population, and the rest were made to live in secluded villages and vacant homes spread thin on the vast land. It wasn't such a bad place to live; not as luxurious as the city, but the view was breathtaking. Down on the ground, one could admire the majestic city's silhouette when in contrast to the glowing rocks of their planets rings. The sky was cluttered with large asteroids and meteors that orbited around Lupin IV, remains of the previous moons which collided against each other and created the chain of debris that now surrounded their beloved and beautiful planet. Each asteroid was of different sizes and shapes, numerous little moons reflecting the light of their two suns which was now far below the horizon; paired with the starry sky, unhindered by the artificial light and the obnoxious noises adhered to the city, it was the best view anyone could have for miles to come. Yes, it wasn't so bad after all; that is, if only the influence of the city, it's rules and laws, if only they stayed within the city.
Tien’s Landing was not just a city, but a large castle at its core, and the rest built around it. Like any other castle, there was a King living within its walls, a National Guard to protect the citizens and it's King over anything else. The King was a ruthless and cruel man, all of it hidden and masked by the entertainment and tourism that went on around the city. Drones patrol every corner in the light of justice and security, but they also descended from the city and into the rural lands to keep an eye on the lower-class citizens and make sure they kept true to their curfew. Yes, everyone had a curfew, the King ordered it and everyone who broke the law would suffer dire consequences. Some were lucky enough to go out with a warning, others were struck and disciplined, maybe even jailed -some disappeared, never to be seen again. The City of Tien’s Landing was only for those of wealth. The ones who could afford hovering vehicles and many -but not enough- who could fly using their helium bladders. The reason for this was simple. In the City of Tien’s Landing, there were no streets, no stairs, or sidewalks; there were only floating structures and buildings, they say it was meant to keep the land pure and clean, to maintain the beauty of their planet and not tarnish the royal red grass. Regardless, everyone knew it was purposely engineered to keep the minority out.
Distant eyes lingering in the darkness peered out through the window of their bedroom, gazing at the mega structure in the sky. He ducks just below the windowsill as a drone is spotted drifting by on its regular patrols; they were black, bird-like creatures -but with propulsion technology built on its wings and rear. The things were automated and large enough to carry a single person. It wasn't until the drone flew off that the man's head pops back up from the window, his gaze never leaving the great city. Another head pops below him. They were siblings, as evident from their similar features. They both had the same pale skin, pointy ears, and hair as red as the blades of grass at the doorstep of their homes; characteristics of a Konatsian. The larger one pointed at the City of Tien’s Landing with his index finger, speaking to the younger one as he did so.
"One day, Cayu... one day we will claim our rightful place!"
The man's green eyes were full of vengeance and anger. His younger brother looked up at him. He didn't really understand what he meant, and he didn't understand why his big brother's eyes looked the way they did, but he trusted in his brother and he felt safe tucked under his warmth. He gulped and nodded in return, still gazing up to his brother. That's when he witnessed a shooting star reflected off Plation's eyes. He gawked in amazement. It was not often that they would see a shooting star in the sky. To them, it was an omen of change, good or bad -it was unknown. However, Plation stared at the shooting star with determined and hardened eyes. They were given an opportunity of change, and he would make sure it was good -for them. Little did they know, that was not a harmless meteor just passing shy of their atmosphere, there was much more in store for these natives...
Landing in 30 minutes...
Pah’mazhan had been waiting patiently for the past week and a half. Ivan and The Doctor were a few minutes behind his spacepod, probably dying with hunger. They had flooded their spacepods with only a handful of beans. The Bio Android could not possibly understand what it felt like to be famished and starved, but he was certain a few beans would not suffice as he had seen the great portions of food his two masters consumed on a daily basis. Regardless, they seemed perfectly fine. He knew this because the scientists had not stopped talking to him throughout the entire ride. Occasionally, the thought of disconnecting his radio crossed his mind, but he never brought himself into actually doing it. The scientists would speak of their current mission and what they would be doing as they approached the red and blue planet. Sometimes, they would discuss philosophical ideas, the origin of the universe, or just mindless chit chat. The moments Pah’mazhan truly enjoyed was when the radio had been silent because they needed to catch up on some sleep. Because they could not determine day or night within the vacuum of space, their sleeping cycles had been irregular; in fact, they had slept a lot more than usual in the past week -thankfully.
Away from the murmurs of the radio, the Bio Android's mind drifted away as he glanced through the single window on his spacepod and witnessed the majestic planet in its entirety. He retraced his thoughts, calling back to the orders he had been given by his master. They had never explained why or what caused them to do this, but Pah’mazhan had no place in questioning their orders. Ivan had been searching for a suitable planet, and it turned out he had set his eyes upon Lupin IV. They would be colonizing it. However, taking over an entire planet was not as simple as it seemed. Pah’mazhan may be strong, but they alone could not control an entire civilization through sheer power and fear -at least, not without obtaining the support of their military forces. That was going to be the main part of their mission. Pah’mazhan and the scientists would need to gain the trust of the majority, and then, whatever the minority thought would be meaningless. After-all, a planet without residents was just an empty rock floating amidst nothingness.
The only thing Ivan disclosed pertaining to his reason of colonizing a planet were superficial. One reason was to ensure their security and survival. Their ultimate goal was to commit genocide, by eradicating an entire race of people. If anything went wrong, they would be linked back to home. The Omega Collective was not as secure as one would believe, and the other planets were far too popular and well-known to prove of any refuge. They needed a place like Belegost and Mement Mor, planets used by the Church of One, where they could hide and organize themselves. Eventually, everyone would find their hiding place -that was inevitable and, in fact, part of the plan. All would be revealed in time, the scientist would say, so cautious was he that he hesitated speaking of it even with his subordinates. Only The Doctor truly knew of everything that went by Ivan's twisted mind, and Pah’mazhan would only learn of it whenever his participation was needed.
His other reason was income. Although being sponsored by Lord Zex and King Arctic, the scientist realized he would never make as much money as they could if they were rulers of their own planet. Just think of the potential tax revenues they could charge the residents! He would say. The fines for breaking laws, the criminals released after paying a lump sum, the scientist's greed was boundless and ever growing, and Pah’mazhan would be the vehicle through which it all occurred. All in the name of science, he claimed. With more money, they could fund more projects, more research, they could spend less time looking for sponsorship and writing grant letters to distinguished corporations and instead distribute those efforts to furthering their goals and making Pah’mazhan the best Bio Android that had ever graced the universe.
In addition, Ivan was tired of being pushed around and ordered by the higher ups. He had been the dog since his early childhood and that trauma created a complexity within his personality. Perhaps, that alone, was the greatest leading factor that gave birth to his actions today. He wanted nothing more than tasting the fruit of a ruler and sitting where they sat and giving orders only they could.
Landing in 20 minutes...
The spacepods were growing ever closer to the planet. Soon enough they would start entering its atmosphere. Ivan had long since made an adequate analysis of its contents while he studied the planet through a telescope back at Alpha Prime. The planet was much like Earth in terms of its biodiversity, the amount of water encompassing its surface, the composition of the air. The planet was slightly larger and it rotates around its axis considerably slower, making the days and nights much longer than accustomed.
"Looks like we'll be arriving during the night," the scientist buzzed through the receiver. "Pah’mazhan, the mission will commence once you have stepped foot into Lupin IV."
"Roger."
"Ivan, looks like we have a problem!" The Doctor announced nervously.
"What's that!?" the scientist responded.
"Looks like some sort of Space Station..."
"Look out!"
Nothing could have prepared them for this. Orbiting around the planet, there was a large, multifaceted space station about the size of a city. It was the shape of a ring within a larger one. Capture pods were ejected from the bottom of the station and headed towards them. Pah’mazhan's spacepod rebounded off the edge of the containment device, escaping into the planet. On the other hand, Ivan and The Doctor were captured. The capture pods spread into a type of fishing net, bringing their craft to a screeching halt. Slowly, the pods were retracted into the space station. Pah’mazhan's space pod continued its course to the planet's surface as it crossed the atmosphere. It was difficult to describe the sight, especially when his craft was spinning uncontrollably. He had been in space, and then a moment later, the space pod was struck with a cloud of air. Friction was produced by the atmosphere's particles and the protruding vehicle, creating heat, which enveloped the craft in a conical sheet of flames.
"Ivan!" the Bio Android called out through the receiver. "Doctor!" There was nothing he could do. The spacepod was set on its destination, it had no functions which could allow him to manually steer it back into space until he had landed.
"Pah’mazhan!" The scientist answered back. His voice was rushed, "Your spacepod suffered irreparable damage in the clash. You can no longer use it to exit the planet's atmosphere. Focus on your mission! Use the residents to find a way back up and rescue us!"
After the last message, the Bio Android heard the sound of metallic hatches sliding open. He deducted that they had already entered the space station and were about to meet their captors. Promptly after, the transmission was cut off and there was nothing but static left in its place. "Master!" The Bio Android called out, but there was no response.
Ivan and The Doctor found themselves imprisoned. Flanked by humanoid drones, they had been handcuffed with high-tech bracers bound by energy. They were escorted through the main halls of the station. There was artificial gravity, about the same as the Omega Collective, allowing them to walk on the carpeted floors. The walls were covered in numerous windows that provided a clear view of the planet below them. The scientist studied his captors. They were not like Pah’mazhan, they were colder and darker. Their entire body was composed of black plated armor. Under the armor, there was nothing but wires and tubes. Ivan knew this, because those tubes could be plainly seen as it formed the arms and legs of the machine. Its face had no features whatsoever, just a smooth black surface with no eyes, no mouth, and a concave to resemble the nose. The silence of the room was filled with the monotonous clattering of their metallic boots against the floor and then the main hatch opening as the prisoners were led into what appeared to be the control room.
There were many monitors and working stations spread around the room, and a single man awaited them at the center, sitting in what would be the captain's chair.
"Name yourselves," the being said with his deep voice. He was a large and muscular creature with purple, speckled skin. He had two protruding holes on the side of his head, probably his ears, and wore a padless chestplate with black leggings and additional plates protecting his thighs. Its design was similar to the old saiyan battle armor, perhaps a descendant from the old regime tracing back thousands of years ago. He was clearly a general, or some military official in charge of this facility.
"Certainly!" Ivan jumped up, "my name is Ivan and this here is my colleague. You can call him Doctor." The scientist was looking to get in the man's good side, and avoid any drastic and unnecessary measures. He smiled widely and warmly, but his energy had not penetrated the cold layer of contempt veiled around the man's massive aura. His smile faded as the man spoke.
"Why have you come?" he asked plainly. The man was brief and to the point. Ivan knew he couldn't play too many games with this man. Regardless, he was good at talking his way out of predicaments, and they couldn't just tell them the truth.
"We have come as tourists," he lied. "You see, we are planetary explorers and we travel the galaxy far and wide in search of exotic planets! This one just happened to be next on our list. Is this how you treat your visitors? Cause-"
"There are no visitors," the General interrupted. "Lupin IV has kept itself isolated from the outside. We don't want the likes of you mingling with our people."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You are in the Lupin Space Station," the man started, walking towards them with his hands locked behind his back. "Our job is specifically to stop people like you from entering our atmosphere. Some of them are lucky and are sent free, others are executed on the spot for trespassing our borders. However," he stops in front of the scientist and leans down, about an inch from Ivan's face with that same cold and callous expression, "it has been brought to my attention that one of your spacecrafts have escaped into our atmosphere. Tell me its destination and perhaps you'll escape this place with your limbs attached."
"I do not know what you are talking about," The scientist said. A drop of sweat rolled down his red skin as they locked their eyes into one another. Obviously, they wouldn't accept such a blatant lie, but it ensured their safety until Pah’mazhan was located. There had been a full minute of complete silence and awkward staring. Ivan gulped hesitantly, unable to hide his nervousness from the eyes of their captor. The man grinned.
"Very well then," he stated, turning his back and heading towards the windows where he could view Lupin IV. His eyes surveyed its surface as if he could pin point the intruder's location simply by analyzing the planet. "We'll find your friend soon enough. The Gors will escort you to your cells."
The spacepod dropped from the sky like a meteor engulfed in flames. As it crash landed into the hard ground -as was accustomed- the land was leveled and pushed aside by the vehicle's abrupt impact with the soil. A powerful wind was cast on the area, brushing past the fields and swaying anything within its perimeter. The spacepod had created a crater in its wake, about ten feet wide and fifteen feet deep. The dust and debris slowly settled as the spacepod's temperature lowered. Pah’mazhan had to remain until the temperature was a little cooler or his fingers could very well melt off his hands. The Bio Android continued to press on the buttons next to the armrest of his chair. He had learned how to control the vehicle and command it to take him where he wished to go, but the controls were fried and sparked back at him no matter what he tried. The spacepod would not fly. Pah’mazhan would have to find another way to reach Ivan. Although he could probably survive in the void of space without any protection, he could not fly, therefore the sky was inaccessible for him.
Steam was released from the spacepod as the hatch unlocked itself. The Bio Android pushed it open and climbed out of the vehicle. He pulled himself out from the outer layer of the spacepod. It was still incredibly hot, too hot for a normal person to touch, but it was tolerable for the Bio Android. Looking up at the sky, he couldn't even see the space station anymore, and Ivan was much too far away for his scouter to detect. He was now alone in the planet, forced to figure things out by himself. How would he get back into space and save his master before it was too late? Such an idea was beyond him. Usually, Ivan would just give him directions and tell him what to do, all he had to worry about was performing to the satisfaction of their expectations. Now, the Bio Android had to develop his own plan of action. He took one last look at the spacepod, confirming that it had been too damaged to continue any kind of operation. There was a considerably large dent at its side; inevitable, as they had been traveling at incredible speeds.
Pah’mazhan leaps up, landing at the mouth of the crater his spacepod had carved into the ground. The gravity was about the same as Alpha Prime, pulling him and his heavy weights towards the planet’s core. The area around the crater was devastated to about five feet from its edge, the rest of the panorama was overwhelmed by an endless field of red grass that spanned to the farthest horizon with little vacant homes sprinkled from one point to another. It was almost like a sea, red blades of grass glimmering in the light of the asteroids that formed a belt around the planet's atmosphere. In the shadow of the darkness, they almost seemed purple -or blue. Far away, to the farthest his eyes could see, there was a line of trees that marked the start of a forest.
Shiiiing!
Suddenly, Pah’mazhan heard the sound of hissing metal. He turns towards its origin to find a man unsheathing his sword. Pah’mazhan was surprised he had not detected him before; he was too focused on the scenery and where to go. The planet was a large place and he didn't know how much time he had before it was too late. He couldn't afford to aim blindly at the air and hope he arrived at the right location. "Who are you," Pah’mazhan interrogated, breaking the silence that lingered in the air. The man was slightly taller than him. He had a shaved head with red hair lined down from his forehead to the back of his neck. He had pale -almost white skin, and wore a brown tunic with a green scarf and shoulder pads over a black skin-tight suit. He wielded a long sword with a single hand, it had been pointing towards the ground, but his posture said he was prepared to attack with it.
The man grimaced as if he had been insulted. "I'm asking the questions around here, outsider."
Pah’mazhan lowered his gaze to observe him more closely. The man meant business, already throwing around orders. It seemed the Bio Android did not understand his position. He had arrived to an unknown planet as a visitor and asked the native to name themselves in their own home. His scouter beeped, calculating the individual's power-level. It was an impressive number; however, not as great as Pah’mazhan's. The Bio Android straightened his stature so he was properly facing the man. The wind blew past them, golden and royal red hair fluttering and dancing with the blades of grass. The native smirked, seeing as the Bio Android seemed to comply with his demands. He needed to show him who was in charge around here.
"Tell me your name," he demanded. Pah’mazhan responded promptly.
"My name is Pah’mazhan, code name Salvage."
The man raised his eyebrow. Taking a closer look at his visitor, he recognized the mechanical, sturdy looking parts. He had assumed it was just armor, but the prospect of an Bio Android was well known in planet Lupin IV. On the other hand, this particular model was much more colorful and flashy than the darker Gors he was accustomed to. It was also a lot smaller and weaker looking. He began to wonder whether this was a new model sent from the space station, however, they had specific docking stations meant for arrivals from space to avoid tarnishing their beautiful and prized land. Although it seemed like a vast and free meadow, everything had its system and order, everything had a protocol and everyone was to follow it. In this planet, the skies had an owner, and his name was King. Furthermore, peering at the space craft inside the crater, its design was foreign enough to convince him this was another thing unaffiliated with his people.
"Outsiders are not welcome here, get in your craft and return from where you came," he spoke boldly and direct.
"That is not possible," the Bio Android replied. The man's bares his teeth. He thought the Bio Android was rebelling, but Pah’mazhan was not done speaking. "My Spacepod has been damaged."
Assuming this 'spacepod' was the name of the thing's craft, the man takes another glance at the foreign object and recognizes the dent on its side; electric currents sparked from the dent structure, and steam rose from its etches. How unfortunate, he thought. Reality was, when an outsider enters their atmosphere, they usually never make it back out. The fact that he had offered the alien a chance to escape was in itself a privilege not many receive, but since his vehicle had been damaged beyond repair, his fate had already been decided. The man sighs. "I'll make this as quickly as possible," he said, although it wasn't as though Bio Androids could feel anything anyway. Since the alien was already going to be taken down by their superiors, he took it upon his own hands to end its insignificant life here and now. Pah’mazhan recognized his stance and prepared for the incoming attack. That is, until the familiar sound of an approaching aircraft thrummed in the air.
"Damnit!" the bizarre man cursed. He readied his blade and charged at the Bio Android. "Run away!" he cried. Pah’mazhan was confused by the man's contradictive actions. On one hand, he had demonstrated consideration for the Bio Android's well-being, the urgent demeanor by which he requested that the Bio Android escape from their location implied he was trying to help. On the other hand, he charged at the Bio Android with his sword prepped and ready to decapitate him. Regardless, looking across the vast meadow, there wasn't much to hide under in case the man had not noticed. For miles there was nothing but an endless field of red grass and distant trees scattered around just as much as there were houses. Pah’mazhan ducked, evading the man's initial thrust of the blade. His own sword was ready to counter attack, his eyes slanted on the target, all he needed was a swift slash and the man's guts would spill over the grass, ending the fight just as soon as it had begun.
However, his scouter warned him of an incoming attack approaching from a third party. Both, his eyes and the man attacking him shot to the side where the aircraft had been approaching and jumped away from each other. Where they stood only milliseconds ago, twin beams of ring-like waves ravaged the land and continued up into the crater. Pah’mazhan's spacepod exploded in a blithering mess and shrapnel littered the sky. If there had been a miniscule chance of repairing the hunk of metal, it had been promptly washed away by the duel beams. Pah’mazhan's feet dragged against the dirt, his arms crossed overhead to block out the debris flying his way. The peculiar man was getting started again, preparing to charge the Bio Android when the aircraft finally arrived and cast a powerful gust the man was unable to penetrate. Pah’mazhan observed the craft. It was a large black machine with no features and two winged propulsion mechanisms protruding from either side of its body. The man, whom had been standing at the other end, waved at the Bio Android while screaming out words which were drowned out by the muffled sound of the craft's props. Pah’mazhan couldn't make out his words, though he felt like the man was telling him to run away.
It was too late anyway. The floating device approached him and Pah’mazhan classified it as an oppressive device. Feeling threatened, he was urged to take out his pistol and shoot at the winged craft. From his pistol a small bullet composed of concentrated energy would expulse from its muzzle. It was known to pierce through almost any object and proved to be a deadly weapon against his foes. Unfortunately, this aircraft seemed to be the exception to the rule. His energy bullet was promptly deflected by the hard metal that shielded its frame. Whatever the material was, it was stronger than anything he had experienced if it could stop his attack so matter-of-factly. His scouter couldn't detect a power-level on the machine, probably because it could not harness energy the way he could. It was evident that there was no living life-form manning the craft, so it must be some sort of drone programmed to do as its master ordered. Quite similar to Pah’mazhan himself, he thought. Pah’mazhan's eyes slit as he prepared to pull the trigger once more, convinced the first was just a fluke. In spite of his efforts, he soon felt his feet lift off the ground as his body was soon after captive to the machine. An intangible force bound his body to the bottom of the aircraft, unable to move his limbs, all he could do was watch the ground shrink where that strange man continued to gaze at him. From there, the aircraft flew off, Pah’mazhan taken with it as its prisoner.
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The sun started to rise in the horizon as the aircraft that held Pah’mazhan captive approached a floating city built around a large black castle. Below, there were many villages and vacant homes with people staring from afar. They were segregated, subject to glimpse at the greatness that was their capital city. The Bio Android was taken straight to its core as the double doors slammed open and the vehicle dropped him inside. It appeared he was in some kind of auditorium. The floors were polished regularly and there had been multiple pillars made of marble-like material scattered all around. He was on the only outstanding hallway and at the end he could see a throne and a figure sitting over it. Something nudged him from behind. Foot soldiers poking the small of his back with the ends of spearheads. Their face were completely covered in protective gear, their voice disguised to seem computerized by the helmet as they ordered him to walk.
“Move it! The King is waiting!” he nudged at the Bio Android again.
Pah’mazhan wouldn’t have had a problem tearing them to shreds. They were weak and harmless. However, he had been willingly brought to the heart of this civilization’s hierarchy and their leader was waiting for him at the end of the checkered hall. Before killing them all, he needed to find out how he was going to rescue Ivan and whether or not there was anyone left to rescue at all. Pah’mazhan nodded, feigning obedience and the smug foot soldier smirked as the machine walked without any protest. They were either incredibly foolish or arrogant beyond all means. Here they dropped an unidentified being right in front of their beloved King with nothing but a few soldiers poking at his back. They hadn’t removed his weapons and they hadn’t truly restrained him at all. What was stopping him from downright obliterating the entire establishment? Even more so, when the Bio Android got a glance of their ‘king’.
“Name yourself!” the pathetic creature demanded from the comfort of his throne. Pah’mazhan couldn’t help but smirk at his appearance. Their king was nothing but a green-skinned wrinkled chipmunk about the size of Pah’mazhan’s leg. The green creature frowned and slammed his small fists against the armchair of his throne. It seemed he was not happy about the Bio Android’s reaction. Pah’mazhan was sure he was not the first to judge from the thing’s appearance. “What’s so amusing, Bio Android!?” He growled. “I am King Helios and you are an intruder who has trespassed into my planet without any clearance! You’re lucky you haven’t been dismantled, I demand your name!”
Pah’mazhan fringed his eyebrows. Reading King Helio’s power-level, he had met earthlings stronger than him. It would only take a single shot of his gun to steal the life from the creature’s breath, but that would not help him as of yet. He needed to play along, and so he responded, “My name is Pah’mazhan. You have captured my master, I would like for you to release him.”
Helios smirked, pleased to see the Bio Android abide by his rules. His arms relax beside him on the chair and he speaks. “You have no right to ask me for any favors, Bio Android. However, I sense great power within you. If you’d like for me to release your beloved master, hehehe…” the king chuckled to himself as he attempted to regain composure over himself. “Then you must surrender before me. I will become your new master and you shall do everything I ask of you.” The foot soldiers behind him nudged his back again, pressuring the Bio Android to kneel before Helios and acknowledge him as king. Another foot soldier, dressed quite similarly as the last, walked into the room with some sort of helmet. Helios spoke again, “you will remove your helmet and put this one in its place,” he said. It was simple and black with a white, stylized M on its center. Pah’mazhan thought he could just pretend to accept his rules, have him release Ivan, and then stab him in the back; however, removing his helmet proved to be a problem.
“Unfortunately, that is not possible,” Pah’mazhan replied. His words struck the green king with such sharpness his nostrils were flaring. His wrinkled nose exalted his petrifying eyes and capitalized the flames surging in his vains. “What did you say!?” the King said, his weak and wimpy voice became deep and boomed throughout the auditorium.
“My helmet is attached to my head, I cannot remove it,” Pah’mazhan explained. Regardless, the green creature did not seem very receptive. “Oh, I’m afraid that will not do," Helios stated. His small body lifted off the chair and he floated across, landing five feet away from the Bio Android. “Let me help you remove it then,” he said, raising his hands in the air. His eyes began to glow green and the foot soldiers fled from the auditorium. Helios began to chant in an ancient tongue the Bio Android could not comprehend and the entire castle began to shake. It wasn’t an earthquake, for they had been suspended thousands of miles above the land. It was the result of the King’s magical incantations. Between him and Pah’mazhan, a line of green flames were drawn from the air and carved a circle on the polished floor.
Pah’mazhan took a step back as the entire room was darkened and the giant doors behind them were slammed shut with no place to escape. Inexplicable winds rushed throughout the pillars, his golden hair flaunting frantically as it did, and the creature’s voice seemed to penetrate the Bio Android’s mind. From within the circle, a mass of dark light formed from its center and morphed into a figure easily three times Pah’mazhan’s size. Consolidating into a single, comprehensible form, the being of dark light solidified into a monstrous four-legged creature with horns protruding from his head. He had a brown-red hide and a thin tail with fur at its tip. On his forehead, there was that same stylized M emblazoned. The beast stood on his hind legs and roared at the roof, shaking the entire castle. Helios grinned and his laughter flooded the halls and reverberated throughout the pillars as he floats back to the comfort of his throne.
“Now,” he started, considerably calmer. “Give me a nice show. Goliath, dispose of our little outsider.”
The beast roared once more and his eyes set on the Bio Android. Pah’mazhan braced himself for the coming battle and unsheathed his sword. The blue blade buzzed to life in seconds, just as Goliath charged at him with its horns. The Bio Android barely intercepted him, blocking the thing’s horns with his saber. Despite the Bio Android’s efforts, he was promptly tossed aside with a flick of its neck, deflecting the Bio Android’s attempt to stop Goliath’s charge and instead sent airborne. Helios’ laughter continued to span the auditorium’s corridors. Pah’mazhan shifted his body in the air as he began to fall and landed on his feet, ready for the ox-beast’s next attack. His heavy weights weren’t making it any easier either, but he did not have time to remove them as the beast was already on the move.
Pah’mazhan unclipped his pistol with whip-like reflexes and aimed it at the beast’s core. He shot multiple energy bullets without remorse, however, they were merely deflected as Goliath charged again. The beast creature lunged forward with the strength of its hooves, creating a sheet of powerful winds breaking at his wake and neutralizing the Bio Android’s energy bullets. He stopped about a feet away from the Bio Android and stomped his hooves on the ground in an effort to crush the Bio Android. Pah’mazhan backed away from him just as the hooves came rushing down. The castle shook once more and the structure of the ground began to crack around its feet. Lifting its hoof from the hole it had punctured on the floor, debris rolled down. Pah’mazhan glanced at King Helios; he seemed perfectly fine with the collateral damage being inflicted on his home. Who knew how many times this beast had been summoned to do Helios’ bidding on these same halls.
One thing was for certain, this seemingly mindless beast was under the King’s control. Helios may be small and fragile, but he made up for that with his powerful magic. He is able to summon powerful creatures that would help distance himself from danger. If Pah’mazhan could get to Helios and have his head on a pike, then his control over the beast would surely subside and the battle would end. Without another moment’s notice, the Bio Android raised his pistol once more and shifted its aim towards the green creature sitting so nonchalantly at his throne. However, Goliath was quick to intercept the bullet once more. The beast was much faster than Pah’mazhan gave credit for. He was able to change his course and block the bullet despite his great size. In spite of this, there was no way he could outmatch the Bio Android in speed. Pah’mazhan’s repositioned his body’s mass and propelled himself forward with sword in hand.
Rushing below the ox-beast as he raised his hooves for another strike at the ground, the Bio Android’s crystal, embedded on his forehead, gleamed a teal hue that resonated with his eyes. Pah’mazhan had ascended into his override state, his nimble body disappearing before Goliath’s eyes before he even had the chance to stomp. Helios’ eyes widened. He barely had the chance to stand before the Bio Android was upon him with sword arched and ready to thrust through his stomach. It felt like cutting through butter, no resistance in the slightest as his sword pierced the fragile creature without any opposition whatsoever. It was too easy, he thought. Too easy indeed, as the creature’s image vanished and he appeared floating behind Pah’mazhan.
“Nice try, Bio Android.” He teased. Helios placed his hand on Pah’mazhan’s back and enchanted him with some sort of marking. “That power of yours is really something. It’s too dangerous to let you keep around,” he said. Pah’mazhan instantly turned to have another whack at him, but his sword sliced through empty air once again. If only he could touch the green thing, it would all be over. Then, all of sudden, he felt his power drain from his body. Pah’mazhan dropped to one knee just past the throne. He was back in his base form.
“What have you done?” the Bio Android demanded. He attempted to recall his strength, but no matter how much he tried, nothing was happening. His power had been stunted to its minimal capacity.
“I’ve cursed you,” Helios responded. “As long as I live, you will never experience the full extent of your power ever again! That is the cost of defying me. You should have surrendered while you had the chance, but I no longer have any use for a worthless machine that won’t do as I ask.”
“Is that all?” Pah’mazhan responded.
“What!?” Helios frowned.
“If all I have to do to lift this curse is kill you, then that is what I shall do.” The Bio Android stood from the ground and dashed forward. Helios disappeared again and Goliath took advantage of the distraction, slamming his head against the airborne Bio Android. Pah’mazhan flinched, his body rummaging through the endless pillars as they fell apart and collapsed. The castle was mysteriously unaffected by the outcome. It was evident that the entire place was enchanted with some kind of powerful magic.
“My, how confident,” Helios said. “That is, assuming you can defeat me. You’d have to get through my servant first… are you alive?”
BOOM!
Through the rubble that buried the Bio Android, a large beam of incandescent yellow energy emerged and disintegrated the debris into ash.
[[FULL POWER ENERGY WAVE LEARNED]]
It was Pah’mazhan’s Full Power Energy Wave burrowing through the corridor and headed straight for the green creature sitting on its throne. The ox-beast Goliath rushed to intercept the blast once again, ramming its skull against the brunt of the beam. His head was scorched with steam rising from the ensemble of his forehead, but he was still in perfect fighting condition. The Bio Android almost wondered what a fight between it and Wrath would look like. Then, red flamed burst through the beast’s nostrils and an intense red light began to leak from the creaks of his muzzle. Opening its mouth wide open, effulgent phosphorescent flames rushed out and engulfed the Bio Android in one fell swoop. The flames continued onward without remorse, filling the empty darkness of the corridors between pillars and drilling a hole through the castle’s walls, from which Pah’mazhan was forced out of.
The Bio Android had crossed his arms overhead in an attempt to reduce the damage, but he had been ultimately defeated by the ox-beast’s overwhelming power and so he now fell off the floating city, falling to his doom.
“Good job, Goliath,” Helios praised, watching from the hole on his wall as the Bio Android descended in black smoke. “Nobody can survive a fall from this high. Too bad, I really liked him…”
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“It’s alive!”
“Stay away!”
Slowly, Pah’mazhan opens his eyes to the view of a giant floating structure overhead and a mob of citizens gathered to prospect him. The scouter on his left eye spark. The heat of that beast’s attack damaged it, but it still functioned enough to let him know everyone around him was far weaker than him. “What’s going on?” One authoritative voice demanded from within as the crowd moved aside and single man stood amongst them. His skin and hair were as pale as snow. He had scars across his face, which brought attention to the rapier hanging around his waist. He had an aura about him, obviously, the leader of the village. His yellow, dark eyes told Pah’mazhan he was not friendly, and the way the villagers moved aside in fear enunciated that hypothesis. What was more alarming was the M emblazoned on his forehead in black ink. Looking to either side, he spot his pistol to the left and the handle of his sword–now deactivated- lying to his right. He initially reached for his gun, but the elf anticipated his move from the moment Pah’mazhan glanced at the weapons. Lunging forward, he kicked the pistol away from the Bio Android’s reach. Pah’mazhan turned without wasting another moment and reached for his handle.
The elf’s eyes widened as he learned that the odd device was actually a sword. As Pah’mazhan stood up and raised his sword, the elf released his rapier and parried his initial thrust. Everyone around them gasped and stepped aside further to allow them enough room. The elf was silent and cautious, getting a feel for the intruder’s abilities. He was no fool. Pah’mazhan could tell he had years of experience in these sort of situations. His muscular body testified to that if nothing else would. Then, suddenly, the Bio Android felt a sporadic sensation as if his ki were drained. He stumbled, an unfamiliar experience as he had never in his live simply lost his balance in battle. The elf’s eyes sparked with a chance he would not miss and charged at the Bio Android, ripping the sword from Pah’mazhan’s hands. The handle landed safely out of reach, and Pah’mazhan was now disarmed with the end of the elf’s rapier leveled between his eyes. The elf wrinkles his nose as if he could smell the stench of magic radiating from the Bio Android’s body.
“It appears you have been cursed,” he says. His voice was crude, and the expression on his face twitched with the desire to kill. “Whatever it is you have done, the warlock intended for your death.” His sword maintained in its position, the elf glances up towards the floating castle and then back at the hole in which Pah’mazhan’s body was found. “How did you survive a fall from that height?” he asked, although he wasn’t really expecting an answer. “No matter,” he stated, sheathing his rapier. “I advise you leave here. Outsiders are not welcomed and you’re no exception. If Helios thinks you’re dead, I think it is best to keep it that way.” The elf turns his back and walks away, “you’ve been warned…” With a wave of his hands, guards move in to confiscate his sword and gun. “Those don’t belong to you,” Pah’mazhan responded, slowly aiming his left arm at the pale creature. It appeared his weights were much more hindering than before. His hand collapses into the wrist, revealing a hidden cannon; soon after, a beam of incandescent energy bursts forth to decimate everything and anything in its path. The elfish man glances back. Veins bulge as boiling blood rises with his short temper.
“You idiot!” The man barks at the humanoid alien, extending his open palm towards the blast unleashed by Pah’mazhan’s wrist. Immediately, translucent circles with intrinsic patterns manifests before him, seemingly stopping the wave of energy in its tracks. An instant later, another –similar- circle appears overhead. Pah’mazhan had a fleeting glance of the structure before it burst forth, engulfing the Bio Android with his own attack. Pah’mazhan lay on the bottom of a crater with steam rising from the etches of his armor, never before had he been so thoroughly outmatched except when faced against his masters. No… That was a lie. The Bio Android had been defeated many times. Not only by Wrath, Arctic, and Vespasian, but by that blue haired saiyan and the new ruler of Vegeta. The pale man descends upon him, landing the soles of his feet on both of Pah’mazhan’s arms so he could not lift them from the ground. He stared down at the intruder with ferocious eyes full of contempt. No words would be spared for the foolish Bio Android as he raised his fist in the air and knocked him out with a single stroke. Darkness…
The scientist shivered, trapped in the cold cell with his colleague. They had been kept alive until orders arrived from below. Pah’mazhan was now in their atmosphere, however he had no way of getting to them. Regardless, Ivan had faith that his creation would find a way to them. It was not so much faith in the Bio Android, but faith in his own abilities –having manufactured the thing, it would be insulting to him to think that his Bio Android could not perform simple tasks such as a rescue mission. Then, the man of purple skin approached their cells, baring a wide grin from ear to ear. “I’ve received news from the King. It appears your Bio Android has been defeated,” he said, thrilled by the expression of disdain in their captive’s face. Moments later, his happy-go-lucky mood shifted to a stern and serious gaze. His unwavering eyes were penetrating, Ivan knew he was no clown. “You have to choices. Become our slave, or die.”
Slowly, Pah’mazhan’s consciousness restores and the Bio Android finds himself lying in the middle of a dirt road next to nowhere. The floating castle was still visible, though it was considerably far. Prospecting his body, the Bio Android discovers a metallic apparatus attached to his left arm. Mere visual observation indicated he would not be able to remove it with his limited power. Furthermore, his sword and pistol were missing, leaving him in a dire situation. Pah’mazhan now found himself in a predicament. Sitting up straight, he was trapped in thought. He needed to save Ivan, but before he could save Ivan he needed his weapons, but before he could retrieve his weapons he would need the curse lifted. He was in a land he knew nothing about, stranded. He could travel towards the big floating city, but he would simply be defeated again. Standing up, he concludes, he had no leads, nothing he could act upon except the fact that he was in a really bad predicament. The only thing that made sense was to gather information. If he could learn of his curse and find the cure, he could return to that village and regain possession of his weapons. If he could do that, he could face the King and save Ivan.
Scanning the landscape around him, his scouter beeps for nearby life-forms in multitudes. He needed another village with many inhabitants from which he could probe. Eventually, his gaze sets on a possible candidate to start his inspection and the Bio Android ventures towards it. Although his power-level had been gravely reduced, Pah’mazhan’s leg strength was still formidable. With a single impulse, he was able to propel himself through long distances at a time despite the heavy weights which impeded him from using his full strength. It was by Ivan’s explicit orders that Pah’mazhan must never remove them unless his life was threatened. Thinking back, it might have been logical to remove them during his encounters, but it would not have made any difference anyway. His hair flowed in the wind and skin basked in the sun light. The grass that spanned for miles was royal red as the armor on his arms and legs. The wind broke with every leap he took. Pah’mazhan now knew what he had to do and he would not stop until the task was done and he was reunited with Ivan and The Doctor.
Now in the village, the Bio Android observed the inhabitants. He still could not understand why the elf had allowed him to live, or why he was unable to fight him in the first place. Magic was a concept he was unfamiliar with. Whatever this curse was, he needed to get rid of it as soon as possible. Walking into what appeared as a market, he studied their demographics. The populace was mostly elvish in appearance; long pointy ears were their most characteristic property, however, they appeared significantly humanoid. The women wore two-piece clothing to cover the minimum, but that was only the majority. Their clothing were as diverse as the men who wore full-body armor and tunics, armed with various weapons. They were a warrior’s race, living off the land and sea. Then again, on his way to the village, the Bio Android could see nothing but an endless expanse of land. They probably got their water from a nearby well or something. In an instant, the Bio Android determined what a normal day in their shoes would look like. Hunting for food and distributing them fairly to the inhabitants, as well as fighting off threats to their village were among their most prominent activities.
The inhabitants engaged in commerce, selling and buying goods with their planet’s currency. In the center of it an unidentified life-form stood over a crate and preached while the general populace ignored her and moved along with their daily lives. It appeared their kingdom was suppressed by another race, the Biseijin, which Pah’mazhan thought to be the creature he encountered earlier. The fact that she could stand before all these people and speak what might be considered blasphemy without being executed demonstrated freedom of speech –then again, maybe it wasn’t freedom, if not helplessness. Perhaps their people were so beaten to the ground after centuries that it didn’t even matter. Regardless, none of this was of interest to the Bio Android. He yearned to leave for his master’s aid, but he couldn’t save Ivan without first lifting the curse infringed upon him; meaning he would have to rely on these people to show him the way. “Creature, tell me about the Bisejin,” he demanded to the woman. She looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, but before she could answer, a boy emerged from behind and bumped into the woman. He stumbled, but kept running without any regard for the woman. “Hey,” she yelped, but was soon cut off by the voices of men yelling from afar.
“Catch him! Theif!” they said as the boy blended into the crowd. It only took a few volunteering civilians to stop the boy in his tracks. Entrapped by the mob, the authorities soon caught up, battle axes in their hands as they approached the child. Pah’mazhan, along with other bystanders joined the crowd to watch the execution. Interesting, he thought. To think they would raise arms against the young. In most cultures, the youthful little kids were a sign of hope and prosperity. Children were the future leaders of any civilization and so they were usually protected –along with the women. The boy coward in fear with hands raised up in the air, his eyes closed and a small frame encroached on the ground shivering. There was no mercy, they were truly going to kill him. Losing interest, Pah’mazhan turned, preparing to investigate other parts of the establishment when his scouter detected a fast approaching individual.
“Stay back!” a man’s voice growled. A powerful gust of wind was cast around the child to act as a shield against the impending axe wielder. The oppressive forces were begrudgingly compelled to step back. Pah’mazhan turned again, witnessing the battle that would unfold. Between the guards and the child, there was a single elfish man draped in a brown tunic and hair as red as the blades of grass that characterized their land. He possessed a sword, which was extended out straight to the side and his other hand pressed on the ground to support his weight. Pah’mazhan instantly recognized him. He was the first person he had come into contact after arriving to the planet. There was no telling where he had come from, but given from his stance, it appeared as though he had landed from the above. The violent wind that had now dissipated was, perhaps, another one of those spells these peoples were so accustomed to. The natural laws of this land were quite different from those of Alpha Prime.
“Fool! You would defy the royal throne?” one of the guardsmen protested, swinging his axe furiously at the wing. They were not elfish like the majority of the populace, they were an entirely different species, which probably served to distance them further from the general populace. That is, despite the monarchy and obvious discrimination. “He’s just a child!” the man roared. The guardsmen laughed. “So he’s allowed to steal and defy our almighty King? I think not. He will be punished.”
The elfish man glances back at the child, “Cayu,” he whispers, “give me what you took.” Reluctantly, the child nods and reveals a pendant which was hidden in his clothing. The man gawks as the boy hands him the pendant and he cringes as though under extreme agony. He looks at the object with longing eyes, suddenly, hesitant about his actions. Gritting his teeth, he wrenches away the emotions brought about by the pendant and throws it at the guardsmen. One of them catches it with apathy and tosses at the guy beside him. “There, you have what you wanted, now leave us alone,” the elfish man requested. The man shook his head disapprovingly. “That won’t do, you see, this doesn’t change the fact that that boy has insulted the royal throne with his impudence. Not to mention, you have also denied our demands after we asked you to step aside.” The other men smirk and chuckle. “That’s right, I’m afraid you’ll both have to pay. There are a lot of eyes in the audience and letting you go would set a bad example. It would make them think that it is okay to defy and ridicule the royal throne.”
The elfish man grimaced, his eyes fierce and intense, he shouts. “Pigs! You don’t care about the royal throne, you just want an excuse to slaughter us! You’re nothing but cowards!” He yelled. The guardsmen, whom were chuckling and laughing became serious, “what did you say?” the man asked, baring his axe as he approached the man and child. The elfish man stood and yelled at the audience. “It’s been too long!” he said, “Too long have we been enslaved and threatened by our oppressors. They would even take the life of a child! How much longer will you stand and watch at the sidelines while they do as they please! When will the final straw be the last? Rebel! Raise your torches! No longer shall we live in fear! If we stand united we can surely defeat them, all you have to do is make a choice! So please! I beg of you! Don’t let them win again! No more!”
Regardless, his passionate words fell on deaf ears. The civilians were too shaken and helpless to do anything. Even the woman who had been preaching moments ago was stilled by the cold shrill of fear overtaking her body. The guardsmen grinned as he observed the beaten souls cower in remain silent, “hehehe, that’s enough from you,” the man stated, lifting his axe in the air for the final blow. The elfish man closed his eyes shut. He was skilled, but even he knew that he alone stood no chance against the might of their oppressors. Is this how it will all end? He thought to himself, the child he called Cayu holding onto the fabric of his pants, burying his little face. “Make it stop!” the boy whimpered to the older man. Alas, there was nothing he could do… “You’re no different,” he whispered to himself. The guardsmen stopped for a moment, listening to the elfish man’s last words, though they were not directed to him but the audience. “If you live on the sidelines and watch without doing anything about it, then you’re just as bad and putrid as the evil committing such an act…”
“Hmph,” The guardsmen smirks. The elfish man would no longer resist. He had accepted his fate and now awaited for the royal throne’s judgment to fall upon them. “Let this be a lesson to all of you!” the man declares towards the general public. “If you defy the King, then may your soul rest in hell. With this axe, I strike judgment upon thee!”
He swings his axe down. Suddenly, a violent barrier forms between him and the victims. The elfish man, sensing the shift in air grabs the child and moves away from the destructive force. The guardsmen was not so agile however. His axe was completely destroyed and the red barrier of energy threw him back, landing on his backside. From the debris, standing above a newly crafted indentation, Pah’mazhan stood to defend the elfish man and boy. Normally, the Bio Android would not have acted. He needn’t trouble himself with the affairs of others, but due to his dire circumstances, he needed to make allies. The elfish man, gawked at the humanoid clad in red armor. “It’s you!” he uttered. Pah’mazhan glanced back and offered a single word before turning his attention back to the royal guards. “Run.”
With that, he raised his left arm and aimed at them. It was a little heavier due to the contraption the other village forced on him, so he supports it with his free hand to stabilize. Once again, he intended to unleash Hell’s Flash to vanquish his foes. “Target secured,” he said promptly after expecting his attack to activate, however he discovered an imperfection. His hand had not retracted into his wrist. He could not access the cannon within him. Everyone was still, expecting something to occur, even the guards were struck with a fleeting sense of fear before they began to realize that the Bio Android was nothing but a fluke. Unable to comprehend, Pah’mazhan was also paralyzed as his mind raced with infinite possibilities and questions. “What are you doing?” the elfish man said, grabbing onto the Bio Android’s shoulder and dragging him away. “Let’s go!”
They took advantage of the confusion Pah’mazhan had caused among them and made a run for it, pushing through the crowd. The guardsmen soon after snapped out of it and regained their senses. “Go after them!” one of them said. However, by the time they turned the corner, they had already vanished…
The three stopped in a dark alley to catch their breaths, of course, Pah’mazhan stopped because they were no longer yanking him like a doll. “You’re alive!” the man exclaimed. The Bio Android stepped back and reached for his saber, but then remembered he didn’t have it. “Calm down, I mean you no harm,” the man said. “I want to thank you. If it weren’t for you, Cayu and I…”
Pah’mazhan lowered his guard slightly. He had saved them after-all; although, the man didn’t realize it, but he saved the Bio Android promptly after the fact. Pah’mazhan had not realized he had lost function of so many of his abilities. First the curse mark weakened him to excruciatingly painful levels, and now he had this weird contraption on his arm which impeded access to the wrist cannon. It made sense. If he were in their shoes, he wouldn’t allow such a dangerous being like himself to run freely without restrictions. Then again, he wouldn’t have allowed them to live in the first place. Now, he wondered just how many of his abilities had been tampered with. For the time being, he would focus on the matter at hand. “Why did you attack me?” Pah’mazhan interrogated. He may have saved the man, but whether they could be allies depended on his answer.
“What?” the man said, seemingly perplexed by the question, but then his memory refreshed and he understood. “I thought you were a Gor…” Pah’mazhan remained silent, evidently, he did not understand what the man was saying and expected clarification. The elfish man rest his back on the wall of the building and slid down to the ground with a lowered gaze as if remembering a distant past. The boy beside him grabbed on to his sleeves worriedly as the man spoke. “They came from the sky so suddenly, like you did. That’s why… I thought you might have been one of them. They’re these black, heartless machines made of nothing but wire and tubes. The darkness that succeeds them is capitalized by their faceless visage. But then, when one of the Ravens approached us I realized I was wrong…” The elfish man looked up, “which reminds me, how did you survive?”
[[Thus concludes Part 1 of 3! Requesting power level with 110x gravity applied!]]