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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 4:01:40 GMT
Nemo just couldn’t believe it. How could his planet be gone just like that. Guru Vallon… Master Malac… his father Orten… Everyone he once knew was gone… just like that. For all he knew he might just as well be the only one of his race alive. If so, then that would mean that the knowledge to create dragonballs was gone with the entire Dragon Clan. How could someone do something like that? Destroying millions of lifeforms just for the kicks. This Vi-Poi person… he would have to find him, wherever he was. He would track him down, and make him pay for what he did. Nemo couldn’t think straight right now and he was jetting home, as it was the only place he had to go at this time. Tears of anger and suffering fall from the stoic warriors eyes as he grits his teeth in anger. He intended on equipping himself properly and setting off in his revenge quest to find this Vi-Poi person. Behind him, Bigby was coming after the angry namekian after repairing the damage he laid to poor old Neka’s home. Once his blood stopped boiling, that would surely be something the greens kinned warrior would regret and try to compensate. A translucent aura could be spotted around the speeding namekian cutting through the clouds like a knife. However, Bigby was much faster than the patrolman. Would he catch up to the greenie before he arrives at his home by the river in the valley? Heavy Weights ON
Thread PL 3693
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 12:33:50 GMT
Bigby kicked in his after burners, literally. To catch up to the Namekian. It was about as hard as it would be for a man to catch up to a young child that had ran away. But instead of stopping him or calling out to the Namekian he hung back about thirty meters behind him. He wanted to follow him where he was going, because he knew he had a much greater chance of stopping him there than in mid air. He was not reacting to this well. The sound of his jet's could easily be heard behind the warrior.
Hey Bigby?
Yes Athan?
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Vi's gonna have to pay for this eventually, it's only right.
To think I used to be the bad guy for what I did.
Let's make this right.
I couldn't agree more.
ooc: Weighted PL = 137,623.5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 11:47:36 GMT
If Nemo was saner, he would have noticed Bigby coming after him. The android caught up pretty fast as expected, given the difference in power between the two warriors. Bigby kept following the patrolman from distance, until they arrived at a valley area with a river down below. There was a small crude wooden shelter near the margin, where Nemo resided. As soon as he lands, the alien marches into his improvised home, seeking his personal belongings.
The humble house has a single room with a comfortable bed he bought with the money he earned as a cop. He also bought himself a wardrobe and a chest so he could store some personal items. In the wardrobe he had two Galactic Patrolman jumpsuits and a few common clothes he got himself to blend in with the earthlings properly. Above the wardrobe, he would keep the chest piece of his patrolman armor. Inside the locked chest, he had his weighted gloves, boots, belt and cloak, which would be just too heavy to keep in the wardrobe, most certainly breaking it if he stored those special pieces of clothing inside the ordinary storage. In the satchel/belt stored within the chest could be found one sample of the Extinction Bomb. Leaning against the wall, there was Jiira’s Greatsword. It was a very tight space that the namekian lived in, with room only for one person.
Inside his room, he takes off hi ordinary clothes and seats on the bed, grabbing one set of the violet colored jumpsuit, putting it on. He opens the locked chest, retrieving his white boots and gloves and wraps the belt around his waist. He puts on the gloves. He takes the corselet with the emblem of the Patrol and wears it. Last, he sits on his bed to put on the boots. Stretching his hand to his left, he grabs the sword and stand up, strapping the bandolier that held the scabbard on his chest, with the sword resting on his back. He proceeds to get out of his residence; he would track this Vi-Poi person down and have his head on a plate. Then he would figure out a way to find a Dragon Clan namekian, fuse with his to learn to produce dragonballs so he could revive and re-kill the murderer of his people through as many wishes the Dragon God granted him…
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 14:50:20 GMT
Bigby landed right behind the Namekian as he entered his home. He went to go open the door but when he did he saw just how small the place was and that only one person could realistically fit in at a time. Only a Namekian would live this far from his job in order to get away from the city for his off hours. The android knocked on the door loudly. "Come on Nemo! Think about what your doing! There's only one way to help them now and I know you know what I'm talking about. If your thinking of killing Vi forget about it! Her power level is in the millions!............ Come out of there I need to talk to you!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 15:09:42 GMT
As the namekian was leaving his home he meets his most recent acquaintance waiting for him outside. He seemed to disapprove the greenie’s intent, trying to beat some sense into the patrolman’s head by trying to illustrate how much powerful Vi-Poi was. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be a valid argument, since Nemo didn’t know what scouters were, so the power level units would simply mean nothing to him as he would have nothing to compare, given the fact he didn’t know the value of his own power level.
~ “I don’t know what you mean by millions of power level. And I care not. The only way to help my people would be using the power of the Dragon Clan. Unfortunately, they are all… (Nemo seems to choke for a moment)… dead… because this Vi-Poi person killed them!” ~ Nemo says to Bigby as he is leaving his small shelter.
~ “What would you have to say to me that makes you think you can sway my resolve?” ~ The namekian says overflowing hatred in his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 15:21:17 GMT
Bigby stood up tall, it was time to get angry and show this man what he meant. He felt like the way he was talking was pompus and arrogant, the words he were speaking were very naive to him to even consider as well. "I'm saying...." He said standing up nice and tall. "That you do not have the strength to take her on alone, that if anyone did they would have stopped her from doing what she had done. To top this all off you cannot even kill an android, because no matter what they can still rebuild. My kind is immortal! Why should you listen to me? I'm going to let you in on a secret here bub, I used to be a member of the blue banner army. One of the top ranks. I had battalions of men and tanks under my command. Want to know why I joined? Well it wasn't to help people! I was sick, and tired of how everyone treated androids like they were just, beneath them! Servants to the organic races! So I decided I wanted to change that. I joined so I could slowly take over the networks there, turn all of their equipment against them. To use against everyone else for a war only I wanted."
"Turns out, I asked the wrong guy to help me out. He turned over the information on my plans and just like that they crumbled. I was told I had day's left on the planet before I was destroyed. I was so distraught with the errors of my ways, I went ahead and killed myself. But guess what? No death for androids! No afterlife for our asses, so I woke up in the same factory that I was first made in, a little something triggered in my head to rebuild me there and that's where I was remade. I had a different appearance and a whole new outlook on life, so I took up nature hikes until they made me want to hurl! So listen to me Nemo, if you want to start this little plan of yours you are going to need my help."
"The dragon balls are the one thing that can bring life back to your home, they are out here somewhere. So if you want to get them and hold onto them, get stronger with me. Because I owe the world something good, something to make up for what I tried to do to it!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 15:51:02 GMT
Nemo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. From the information he could take from the articles Bigby projected as holograms in old Neka’s home, this BBA was the faction this Vi-Poi character was associated with. And it seemed that Bigby was previously linked to this organization as well. What would be the odds? I gotta admit that it made Nemo’s blood boil further. He started by pointing out Nemo’s minute chance of success in his enterprise. Bigby was right; you just can’t kill something that doesn’t actually “lives” in the first place. Even if he was able to kill Vi-Poi, he would most probably be rebuilt. Maybe the next day. Maybe the next month or year. But he would be back and it would be all for nothing. He then revealed some about his past; it seemed very egotistical, much different from the impression he gave Nemo the first time they talked outside of the old lady’s house.
~ “You…” ~ The angry patrolman couldn’t even find the words to finish his sentence. A huge vein was bulging in his scalp and he gritted his pointy teeth. Nemo felt like jumping at Bigby’s throat, but in the end, he seemed truly regretful of his actions, although the namekian wasn’t in his better judgment to judge the robot’s true intentions. What made he really flinch was when he said that there were dragonballs around Earth. That was the power of the Dragon Clan he was referring to. If that was true, then there was hope. And it would also mean there was a Dragon Clan here in Earth. Also, if Bigby knew about it, then he would perhaps have a clue of where to find them. Through the power of the Great Dragon, then they could wish Namek back. The android was right. Nemo needed him. And he needed to be stronger if he wanted to have any chance to help his people.
~ “The dragonballs… here?” ~ Nemo mutters, staring at Bigby. His grimace transmute into a expression of hope for a moment, but he is suddenly taken away by frustration and a feeling of impotence. Impotence for not being able to do anything against Vi-Poi. The angry alien releases his feelings by punching a crater on the ground and then falling on his knees crying and sinking his sharp claws in the muddy ground. Those were both tears of angst… and hope. After all, there was a chance he could revert everything. Vi-Poi’s punishment would come eventually… at the right time.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2015 16:27:04 GMT
"Yes, there are seven dragon balls on this planet that we need to find. They are the only thing that can bring the planet back. Just building a radar will take lots of time, energy, and hard work." He got on one knee and looked into the Nemekians eyes.
"NEMO!" He yelled, the android offered his hand to the warrior to help him stand up.
"Let's do this! Together! You and me!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 2:45:11 GMT
Bigby reinforces the idea that the seven magical artifacts were on the planet. Now the big guy just needed to stop crying like a little girl. Bigby extends his hands to the broken warrior, yelling to call him to his senses. The green skinned giant looks up. He then takes the androids hand and get up.
~ “A... radar? Like in a device that can track the dragonballs? Is that even possible?” ~The patrolman inquires, inclined to do as his new acquaintance says. He was right; the balls were the only thing that could restore his planet and people back to life.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2015 22:03:17 GMT
"Yes, a radar." Said Bigby, happy to see the man wasn't trying like a little girl now. "It's an expensive item, but if history serves on can be made. The balls give off this weird sort of, well I'm not sure if the right word is magical energy but it fits the bill. I know I can make one. But, when someone see's that we're gathering, anyone. There will be people to try and take them for themselves. We need to be strong enough to hold onto them until they are all in our possession."
The android started thinking, very hard. If one were to touch his head they would recoil from the heat given off by his brain. After a few more seconds he said. "So you have never heard of power levels then? Think of it as a sort of life energy, the same that have probably heard that others can sense. Your power level, is one hundred twenty one thousand four hundred and seventy two. Yeah, I can sense them right down to the exact number. That is with your Namekian transformation in mind. Without it your "Base power level" is thirty four thousand one hundred and twelve. A forth."
"My power level, is five hundred fifty thousand four hundred and ninety four. I can boost this two over seven hundred thousand for a short period of time. But I am very close to improoving myself even more beyond these bounds. To where it will be over one million. Could I fight Vi? Hell no, not without some big help. Could I fight joe shmoe the warrior a few times stronger than you are right now? Yes. So I say, we train constantly. Until we break new bounds of power. I'm very close, but I don't know if you are. Then, when we are ready we assemble the radar and assemble the dragon balls."
ooc: I know his thread PL is probs worse, but aint no one got time to do math!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 18:21:15 GMT
OOC: I fixed the PL for you =)
Bigby walks Nemo through the radar thing. It was not only possible, but the android also seemed to know how to build one.
~ “Yes, being a namekian myself, I can attest they are objects of magical power, although I lack the knowledge to create them myself, since I’m Warrior Clan” ~ Nemo interjects, in an attempt to clear Bigby’s doubt regarding the nature of the energy emanated from the spheres. Give them proceeds to justify their need to train and get stronger; definitely if they succeeded in their enterprise of acquiring a radar to track dragonballs and it came to the knowledge of other people with conflicting interests, then they would have their hands full of trouble.
Next, the bionic man teaches Nemo some about the existance of power levels. Apparently, he was somewhere around 3700 right now, with his potential being about 15.000 from what Bigby picked up when their first met (at a time when he wasn’t wearing his weighted clothing) in front of old Neka’s house, reaching at most 60.000 when full powered, according with Bigby’s data on namekian warriors.
~ “Yes, I can sense one’s power myself, although I’m not able to translate it in numbers like you just told me. Seems like an useful information to have” ~ Nemo interjects. This line of dialogue came before Bigby reveals Nemo’s readings to the namekian, what made him feel a little out of place when he figures out he is about six percent as strong as the destroyer of his race. Compared to Bigby himself, he would be just a little over ten percent of the androids power. So yeah… if those numbers meant anything and were true, Nemo would need a lot of training before he could be successful in his personal vendetta.
~ “I-I see… Then I suppose there is nothing left to do but train now. How do you suggest we begin?” ~ The namekian warrior inquires.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 22:16:26 GMT
The android listened to the Namekian speak. He did not even have to think about an answer to how to begin training because he already had it in mind. The robotic man drew his sword, the blade shimmered with it's indestructible alloy before he hopped back about five meters and stabbed it into the ground. "Ok so it's simple. Come at me as if you mean to kill me. I will counter without holding anything back and tell you exactly what it is that is wrong with your technique. Do not worry about hurting me, if you pull it off I do not feel pain and can repair myself. If I hurt you then don't worry either. It's not like you need to worry about loosing limbs and I can heal any other wounds in a matter of seconds using this particular healing technique. Short of death of course. I have bucket loads of combat experience in this old noggin of mine. I can call it back with perfect recall whenever I want. So lot's to learn to say the least. Shall we get started?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 15:07:27 GMT
Wielding his sword Bigby invited Nemo to a spar, telling the namekian to come full at him as, according with the android, he didn’t feel pain and whatever damage the patrolman would be able to dish out, he could simply heal using a personal technique. I can see how that can be handy… Now… since Bigby was a swordsman himself…
~ “Heh… I noticed you used a blade as well… Weapons are not my specialty, since I prefer to fight with my bare hands. But this should be a great opportunity to practice my swordsmanship as well” ~ The namekian says extending his hand above his shoulder to pick up the robust hilt of Jiira’s Greatsword, unsheathing it. He holds the blade in front of himself, rivalling Bigby’s stance.
~ “Indeed, we shall” ~ The greenie responds. Immediately, he dashes forward and swings his blade diagonally at his sparring partner.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 23:26:48 GMT
Bigby nodded, he was also adept at fighting hand to hand. However a weapon could be a massive asset in battle. Particularly if your foe was unarmed. With that, his opponent dashed forward and took a swing at him. Briefly his sunglasses flashed before he would disappear in a blur of movement. He simply stepped in the direction that the sword was swung. Just allowing it to graze his artificial hair. The android grabbed him by the back of the weighted clothing. Feeling the strain, not from lifting the Namekian for he was like cardboard filled with healium. But the artificial weights that went into his clothes made his servos whir. He was holding back from killing him of course, but he was trying to hold back in the other ways as best as possible. Bigby tossed the Namekian a short distance of five meters away, sure to spin him to check how fast he could get his guard back up as that was the most important part. The android would rush forward, using the jets on his feet to slide without friction on the ground. Driving his knee into the green alien, if it hit in just the right position he intended he would crack a few of his ribs. Everything kinda lost consequence when you could undo it did it not.
Regardless of how his attack went the android would hop on back out of swords reach, wait for the namekian to regain his stance or stop moaning in pain. Before saying. "First step of many! As far as your sword game goes, if your opponent is standing still perform a lower strike then that. That kind of thing you tried out was at an angle to only be used for flying opponents.... Want me to heal you before we go again?" Asked the android.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 10:48:36 GMT
Nemo’s attack had only managed to cut a few strands of hair from the bionic man, before he flashed his eyes, disappearing from Nemo’s eyes. In a fraction of a second later, the green skinned martial artist could feel his body being lifted of the ground as Bigby holds him by his clothes. The only reflex the namekian has before being hurled like a baseball with an effect was to look over his shoulders. Spinning in the air, he tries to throw his weight around in order to stabilize his flight; Bigby would watch as Nemo begins to spin in the reverse, going from clockwise to anti-clockwise, finally manages to make himself steady in the air, diving his sword into the ground to create friction and prevent him from skidding for too long. He quickly stands up, but not fast enough to avoid Bigby’s incoming knee strike, that hits him forcefully in his right side, causing the Namekian to spill some blood and lose his air, inevitably skating a couple of meters backwards, before falling on one knee. The android remains calmly in front of the patrolman and asks if Nemo wanted to be healed. Heh… like if he would let Bigby think he was a sissy for yielding after a single attack… after all… the man had already seen him crying before their sparring section began. Gritting his teeth he tries to stand up again, although with some difficulty this time. He wields his sword in front of his body defensively as well.
~ “I’m fine” ~ The namekian interjects, frowning in an attempt to ignore the pain. He listens to Bigby’s advice about his previous movement.
~ “I see” ~ Nemo replies building his time for a next attack as he would still need to regain some air after the attack. He took the opportunity to analyze a better targeted spot for his next strike.
OOC: I think this is the perfect opportunity to learn the SWORD STRIKE [N1] technique I posted in the Technique Application's thread =) You know, given Bigby's explanation. Nemo is charging for his next attack, flavored as "analyzing".
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