Post by Phrozin on May 17, 2014 16:19:52 GMT
Phrozin’s Datalog Entry #2: Breadcrumbs
I think I am being lured into a trap.
There was another dispute on a nearby planet, however this was more direct than the riots of Pickar. An attack, actually, on our military base. Our soldiers are more than capable of dealing with such a threat, but I must go, there will definitely be more clues there. This mysterious assailant will not go unpunished if I have anything to say about it. I write this as I dock in the base, and I can already see the damage. It is more than I have anticipated. What is awaiting me down there? Who could be such a nuisance? That is all this is, an inconvenience. We are in no immediate danger, I do not believe. But I will approach with caution. This terrorist is not to be underestimated, but he does not know of the horrors I shall force upon him.
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There were sirens and alarms. The green, slightly-blue planet was otherwise beautiful, but in this stronghold of the galactic empire, things were as hectic as can be. Soldiers rushed around to douse fires while other cadets were being armed to jump into the fray. Madness. The fortification would not fall, though. It was incredibly well-built, with thick, reinforced walls much like a fortress. The banner of the Lord of Arcose flew high and proud on the watchtower, although it was nicked slightly from the fight, most likely. Phrozin casually strolled through this chaos as if it was a normal afternoon walk. Hands behind his back, he made his way past the frantic soldiers and into the building, where a large group of fighters were huddled, using the doors as cover and firing blindly into the crowd. Wait, crowd…?
There was no crowd. Phrozin approached the official overlooking the base’s operations, and it turns out that there were only two hostiles in the perimeter. Phrozin cocked an eyebrow-ridge at that. His soldiers, being fought back by two people? Preposterous. Phrozin stood near the makeshift barricade and stared out, his concerns only being solidified. Sure enough, standing on the edge of the cliff the outpost had been built upon were two people. Craters and bodies and scorch marks dotted the ground around them, but they were otherwise unharmed. He watched as they effortlessly deflected the blaster shots that they were being attacked with, then proceeded to make short work of a strike-team sent to flank them. Phrozin rose a hand, signalling them to cease fire. They were just lambs walking into the slaughterhouse. Phrozin stepped over the barricade, and out into the open, nonchalantly avoiding the bodies of fallen soldiers around him. He was the only one, the soldiers stayed inside the bunker.
“Oi, Michi, we got company.”
One of the warriors was a large man with blue skin, hair as black as night and a build like a living tank. He was large but he did not look clumsy - he had the appearance of a seasoned veteran. And it showed on the scars covering his arms and chest, honorable battle wounds that his incompetent forces would not have been able to inflict.
The other was a female. She too had blue skin, but instead had auburn hair. Her eyes were sharp as well as her nose, and she wore loose-fitting robes that were made for fluid movement. They had seen combat before. Dangerous enemies.
“Company? He doesn’t even clock in over a thousand. This really the best Arcose has to offer us?”
Phrozin tilted his head slightly, and the woman moved to join the larger man as they stared him down. He stared at them back, the tension building between them. Eventually, the woman scowled, looking obviously uncomfortable. She crossed her arms. What did she want, a reply? She would find none from Phrozin. Even if he could, he would not give her the satisfaction of it. He was here to kill them, possibly, he cared not for their insults.
“Not going to run away? Why don’t you get that lord of yours down here to hold you hand? When I’m done with you, you won’t have one anymore!”
Kicking off the ground, she released a long yell and darted straight at Phrozin. Slowly, he levitated up and met her in the air, their forearms connecting and cracking the ground beneath them. She did not expect such resistance, but neither did Phrozin, who was actually losing their little exchange. Punches were thrown, kicks were flung, but in the end then bounced away from each other, putting a lot of distance between them. Alright, they were not going to be as easy to deal with as he thought, sadly. Retracting his battle-pose, Phrozin stood straight, releasing the restraint on his power level. This provoked a raised brow and an exchanged glance from the two of them, but they did not budge. Phrozin couldn’t read their strength, but they weren’t total weaklings. However, it was still too early to tell.
“Who d’you think you are, runt? We’re here to smash you into pieces! You’re all scum, the whole lot!”
The man’s voice boomed through the deep canyon beside them, and some sort of avian creatures overhead dispersed at the sound. His companion was getting impatient, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. She was probably more excited to fight than he was, Phrozin thought. But she may not be an easy victory, although he noticed signs and patterns in their previous clash. Tilting his head to the side, he pointed his index finger at her. Time for test number one, hm?
“Alright, time to get serious! Hyah!”
Once again, she bounded. But she wasn’t prepared, and the sudden flash of the Death Beam cut through the air like black lightning, piercing her cloth and her upper leg, prompting a howl and an abrupt stop from her. She fell to the ground a few feet away from Phrozin, clutching her now-bleeding leg, and he began to move. But before he could finish the job, a large fist hit the side of his head, and he was sent spiraling away. He caught himself, though, and with little effort righted himself in the air. But the expression on his face was one of distaste, and a large purple bruise formed on his cheek. How dare he strike like that?! But it was not a blow to scoff at. Troubling. The two of them attended to her wound momentarily, and he helped her to her feet. Phrozin wasn’t going to give them such a mercy, though, and made a b-line for the both of them, spinning as he did so. The look of shock on their face was priceless as he unwound, sending a foot into both of their throats. With the wind knocked out of them, the collapsed onto the ground a short distance back. The woman landed dangerously close to the edge of the chasm, and Phrozin wished to capitalize on that. While the other was temporarily out of the picture, he gripped her around the neck with his tail and lifted her over the side of the rocky face, her pointless struggle barely shaking the Arcosian. She tried to kick, but he was too far away, and she tried to yell, but no air escaped her mouth. A smile formed on Phrozin’s face, hidden by his mask, and he gave one last squeeze. There was a satisfying CRACK, and then he released her, sending the fighter barrelling to the bottom of the canyon like a limp doll.
The other was already behind him by the time Phrozin turned around, just barely catching his downward chop with his palm. It stung. Badly. Phrozin managed to side-step the next blow, which zipped right down where his head would have been, not stopping until the massive brute of a fighter’s palm smacked the ground, cracking it deeply. Judging by his face, which was once emotionless, Phrozin could tell that he had just messed with the bull - and the enraged aura was definitely the horns. But Phrozin had horns of his own. This man wanted revenge? He wanted a fight? Phrozin best give it to him, then. Suddenly, his body began to shift. Bloat. One arm was much larger than the other, and soon his upper-body was comically enlarged. This followed through the rest of his body until he became a monster-sized creature of flesh and purple and white, and then he snapped, shrinking suddenly into a more manageable but large size. Now, the once-big fighter was smaller than him. The color drained from his face.
“N-no… no! NO!”
He trembled, took a step back, and then inhaled deeply. His lips curled into a toothy scowl, and he clenched his fist. Phrozin crossed his arms.
“I will avenge Michi! You villains must perish!”
Like a bullet, his fist came flying at Phrozin’s head, but this time he wouldn’t be so successful as it was matched with Phrozin’s own, and an audible crack wrang out through the valley. The man yelped, and the lumbered backward. This was not the kind of resistance he expected.
Phrozin smiled.
Like a whip, he twirled, sending a kick like a cannonball at the fighter’s gut. You could have sworn to see Phrozin’s foot on the other side of his body, but only for an instant, as he spiralled off into the distance, landing with a powerful crash into the side of a rock face. Phrozin watched as his tiny speck of a body in the distance slowly peeled off of the wall, falling down to the same fate as his companion. Easy. But unnerving. He hadn’t had to release his suppressed form to settle a dispute like this in many, many years… he frowned beneath his mask, placing a hand on his chin. When he glanced up, he saw him again. The being in the cloak from the other planet, watching him from the other side of the crevice. He stared at it for a while, before it descended into the darkness of the canyon. Phrozin glanced down into it. It was so dark that he couldn’t see the bottom. Filled with thoughts, he shrank down, walking back into the facility to reassure his soldiers were safe enough to retrieve their fallen companions.
He wouldn’t follow the man this time. But, if he had fighters like this… things may get more ugly than he thought.
I think I am being lured into a trap.
There was another dispute on a nearby planet, however this was more direct than the riots of Pickar. An attack, actually, on our military base. Our soldiers are more than capable of dealing with such a threat, but I must go, there will definitely be more clues there. This mysterious assailant will not go unpunished if I have anything to say about it. I write this as I dock in the base, and I can already see the damage. It is more than I have anticipated. What is awaiting me down there? Who could be such a nuisance? That is all this is, an inconvenience. We are in no immediate danger, I do not believe. But I will approach with caution. This terrorist is not to be underestimated, but he does not know of the horrors I shall force upon him.
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There were sirens and alarms. The green, slightly-blue planet was otherwise beautiful, but in this stronghold of the galactic empire, things were as hectic as can be. Soldiers rushed around to douse fires while other cadets were being armed to jump into the fray. Madness. The fortification would not fall, though. It was incredibly well-built, with thick, reinforced walls much like a fortress. The banner of the Lord of Arcose flew high and proud on the watchtower, although it was nicked slightly from the fight, most likely. Phrozin casually strolled through this chaos as if it was a normal afternoon walk. Hands behind his back, he made his way past the frantic soldiers and into the building, where a large group of fighters were huddled, using the doors as cover and firing blindly into the crowd. Wait, crowd…?
There was no crowd. Phrozin approached the official overlooking the base’s operations, and it turns out that there were only two hostiles in the perimeter. Phrozin cocked an eyebrow-ridge at that. His soldiers, being fought back by two people? Preposterous. Phrozin stood near the makeshift barricade and stared out, his concerns only being solidified. Sure enough, standing on the edge of the cliff the outpost had been built upon were two people. Craters and bodies and scorch marks dotted the ground around them, but they were otherwise unharmed. He watched as they effortlessly deflected the blaster shots that they were being attacked with, then proceeded to make short work of a strike-team sent to flank them. Phrozin rose a hand, signalling them to cease fire. They were just lambs walking into the slaughterhouse. Phrozin stepped over the barricade, and out into the open, nonchalantly avoiding the bodies of fallen soldiers around him. He was the only one, the soldiers stayed inside the bunker.
“Oi, Michi, we got company.”
One of the warriors was a large man with blue skin, hair as black as night and a build like a living tank. He was large but he did not look clumsy - he had the appearance of a seasoned veteran. And it showed on the scars covering his arms and chest, honorable battle wounds that his incompetent forces would not have been able to inflict.
The other was a female. She too had blue skin, but instead had auburn hair. Her eyes were sharp as well as her nose, and she wore loose-fitting robes that were made for fluid movement. They had seen combat before. Dangerous enemies.
“Company? He doesn’t even clock in over a thousand. This really the best Arcose has to offer us?”
Phrozin tilted his head slightly, and the woman moved to join the larger man as they stared him down. He stared at them back, the tension building between them. Eventually, the woman scowled, looking obviously uncomfortable. She crossed her arms. What did she want, a reply? She would find none from Phrozin. Even if he could, he would not give her the satisfaction of it. He was here to kill them, possibly, he cared not for their insults.
“Not going to run away? Why don’t you get that lord of yours down here to hold you hand? When I’m done with you, you won’t have one anymore!”
Kicking off the ground, she released a long yell and darted straight at Phrozin. Slowly, he levitated up and met her in the air, their forearms connecting and cracking the ground beneath them. She did not expect such resistance, but neither did Phrozin, who was actually losing their little exchange. Punches were thrown, kicks were flung, but in the end then bounced away from each other, putting a lot of distance between them. Alright, they were not going to be as easy to deal with as he thought, sadly. Retracting his battle-pose, Phrozin stood straight, releasing the restraint on his power level. This provoked a raised brow and an exchanged glance from the two of them, but they did not budge. Phrozin couldn’t read their strength, but they weren’t total weaklings. However, it was still too early to tell.
“Who d’you think you are, runt? We’re here to smash you into pieces! You’re all scum, the whole lot!”
The man’s voice boomed through the deep canyon beside them, and some sort of avian creatures overhead dispersed at the sound. His companion was getting impatient, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. She was probably more excited to fight than he was, Phrozin thought. But she may not be an easy victory, although he noticed signs and patterns in their previous clash. Tilting his head to the side, he pointed his index finger at her. Time for test number one, hm?
“Alright, time to get serious! Hyah!”
Once again, she bounded. But she wasn’t prepared, and the sudden flash of the Death Beam cut through the air like black lightning, piercing her cloth and her upper leg, prompting a howl and an abrupt stop from her. She fell to the ground a few feet away from Phrozin, clutching her now-bleeding leg, and he began to move. But before he could finish the job, a large fist hit the side of his head, and he was sent spiraling away. He caught himself, though, and with little effort righted himself in the air. But the expression on his face was one of distaste, and a large purple bruise formed on his cheek. How dare he strike like that?! But it was not a blow to scoff at. Troubling. The two of them attended to her wound momentarily, and he helped her to her feet. Phrozin wasn’t going to give them such a mercy, though, and made a b-line for the both of them, spinning as he did so. The look of shock on their face was priceless as he unwound, sending a foot into both of their throats. With the wind knocked out of them, the collapsed onto the ground a short distance back. The woman landed dangerously close to the edge of the chasm, and Phrozin wished to capitalize on that. While the other was temporarily out of the picture, he gripped her around the neck with his tail and lifted her over the side of the rocky face, her pointless struggle barely shaking the Arcosian. She tried to kick, but he was too far away, and she tried to yell, but no air escaped her mouth. A smile formed on Phrozin’s face, hidden by his mask, and he gave one last squeeze. There was a satisfying CRACK, and then he released her, sending the fighter barrelling to the bottom of the canyon like a limp doll.
The other was already behind him by the time Phrozin turned around, just barely catching his downward chop with his palm. It stung. Badly. Phrozin managed to side-step the next blow, which zipped right down where his head would have been, not stopping until the massive brute of a fighter’s palm smacked the ground, cracking it deeply. Judging by his face, which was once emotionless, Phrozin could tell that he had just messed with the bull - and the enraged aura was definitely the horns. But Phrozin had horns of his own. This man wanted revenge? He wanted a fight? Phrozin best give it to him, then. Suddenly, his body began to shift. Bloat. One arm was much larger than the other, and soon his upper-body was comically enlarged. This followed through the rest of his body until he became a monster-sized creature of flesh and purple and white, and then he snapped, shrinking suddenly into a more manageable but large size. Now, the once-big fighter was smaller than him. The color drained from his face.
“N-no… no! NO!”
He trembled, took a step back, and then inhaled deeply. His lips curled into a toothy scowl, and he clenched his fist. Phrozin crossed his arms.
“I will avenge Michi! You villains must perish!”
Like a bullet, his fist came flying at Phrozin’s head, but this time he wouldn’t be so successful as it was matched with Phrozin’s own, and an audible crack wrang out through the valley. The man yelped, and the lumbered backward. This was not the kind of resistance he expected.
Phrozin smiled.
Like a whip, he twirled, sending a kick like a cannonball at the fighter’s gut. You could have sworn to see Phrozin’s foot on the other side of his body, but only for an instant, as he spiralled off into the distance, landing with a powerful crash into the side of a rock face. Phrozin watched as his tiny speck of a body in the distance slowly peeled off of the wall, falling down to the same fate as his companion. Easy. But unnerving. He hadn’t had to release his suppressed form to settle a dispute like this in many, many years… he frowned beneath his mask, placing a hand on his chin. When he glanced up, he saw him again. The being in the cloak from the other planet, watching him from the other side of the crevice. He stared at it for a while, before it descended into the darkness of the canyon. Phrozin glanced down into it. It was so dark that he couldn’t see the bottom. Filled with thoughts, he shrank down, walking back into the facility to reassure his soldiers were safe enough to retrieve their fallen companions.
He wouldn’t follow the man this time. But, if he had fighters like this… things may get more ugly than he thought.