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Post by Pin on Nov 14, 2015 4:54:46 GMT
Pin touched down in one of the wider, more open areas of the ruins. He was still getting used to his new propulsors, so landings were still a bit rocky. Once both feet were solidly on the ground, he took in his surroundings more carefully. He'd landed in what had likely once been a city square, likely used for gatherings or major announcements or other events that would effect more than a few people. Crumbling and collapsed buildings surrounded him about sixty feet away on each side, and the city limits likely went on for a few miles from here. This likely hadn't been some major metropolitan area, but it wasn't a rural homestead, either. Only a few hours prior, Pin had gotten word from his good friend Granzel that a job had some in. The employer was one of his regulars, a man who called himself Sam. Pin and Granzel continued to have trouble finding any identifying information on Sam, but his jobs were straightforward and he was generous with his money, which was always 100 percent real, so Pin didn't really question it. Today's job was one of the simpler gigs. There was a woman, presumably hiding out in the Tuffle Ruins, and Sam wanted this woman brought in. More money alive than dead, so Pin was hoping that whoever this woman was, she'd be willing to come quietly. Otherwise Pin would need to pull his punches, which was never fun. Pin didn't suspect he'd have trouble tracking this woman down - it's not like there were a ton of people hanging out in the ruins (there was the occasional treasure hunter or urban explorer, maybe the odd warrior looking to train in relative isolation), and even if there were her description was pretty distinct - dark hair in two sharp buns at the top, with bangs at the front and long on the sides of the face, with a penchant for skimpy tops and a well-trained physique. Overall clothing style would be comfortable and flexible, with more consideration for practicality than modesty. Granzel had warned Pin that this woman, whose name had been omitted from the job request, was something of a warrior and had just returned from the Earth invasion. That part gave Pin a little hesitation, but not enough to stop him from taking the job. Plenty of Saiyans went on that invasion mission, not all of them were absolute powerhouses. Besides, the money was top-shelf. Pin unholstered his blaster pistol and kicked on his internal scouter unit. He stalked into the cover of the nearby crumbling buildings as he scanned about his surroundings, before spotting a power signature off in the distance. He nearly fell over when he saw the number displayed on his HUD. This couldn't be right. No, he thought, there's gotta be some kind of malfunction. No way he'd been sent on THAT much of a suicide mission. Still, he'd better get closer and check it out. He took off, flying low to the ground to avoid visual detection, until this power signature was in his own visual range. When he spotted the source of this power, he immediately made her for his target. The hair alone was unmistakeable. He flicked off the safety on his pistol and began to charge a shot as he went to land. He was hoping to make a quiet, silent approach, but instead flubbed the landing pretty hard and sent a fair amount of debris clattering off in all directions as he skidded to a halt on his feet. He closed his eyes and sighed - this was going to be one of those days. ____________________________________________________________ Thread PL: 5187 Heavy Weights on, Weighted PL: 1296 -Arrived in the ruins- -Located his target Queen Habana- -Began charging his Blaster Pistol- -Blew up his own spot-
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Post by Queen Habana on Nov 15, 2015 6:12:52 GMT
Returnng home was... nice, it had been a somewhat long trip home as there was no pressing need to be back immediately and taking it slow gave Zucceta time to heal up, once actually back on Vegeta Habana promptly returned home to tell her mother all about the adventure that had been the Earth invasion, ultimately it had been a pretty utter loss for the empire, but for Habana herself it had been only just short of a complete victory, she had gotten exactly what she had wanted from the trip, a good fight with a challenging opponent, and through that fight achieved power beyond her comprehension. The only issues with it were of course the betrayal of the rest of the 'Natto Force' and her own inability to stand up against the Guardian of Earth, there fight had been brief and technically neither of them had lost nor won as they chose to stop the fight in order to make sure the others did not kill Zucceta. But part of Habana was still frustrated with not being able to push him more than she had in what little fight they had.
Slipping back into her usual routines Habana found herself in a rather strange situation, all of her usual methods of training had become vastly less potent, training in the wastes proved no real challenge as much of the local wildlife could not pose a direct threat to her anymore and she now far surpassed her mother in terms of raw power, sure Jala was starting to grow in power with the challenge that was trying to pose a threat to Habana but her mothers injuries prevented her from pushing her boundaries much further.
Habana's last hope was the ruins, if nothing else they would serve as a good place to let loose her power and just test her limits while transformed, if none of these worked it was very likely that Habana would have to seek out Zucceta and see if she could make use of the Imperator's gravity chamber, perhaps even start saving up to obtain a chamber of her own. Presently Habana was standing in the remains of one of the intersections in what remained of the city, not particularly far from where she had battled Yu Yezi so long ago, when she had been so much weaker and the idea of being a super saiyan was not even a concept for her.
As she stood there trying to decide where to begin Habana felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, there was a strange sort of unease in the air, as if she were being watched, then she heard the district sound of someone making a rather loud landing causing part of a ruined building to crumble the stones echoing as they crashed. Habana turned slowly to see the source of the sound and to her curiosity found a figure, clad in saiyan armor with a distinctly purple color scheme and a helmet that blocked any view of the person's face seemingly lacking in any identifiable means of being seen through, in one hand was a gun the tip of which was distinctly glowing with building energy.
The energy around Habana's eye pulsed slightly as she attempted to identify how strong he was, only to bring back nothing, she could feel the energy of the weapon he wielded, but otherwise he gave off nothing, curious Habana raised a hand and tapped the side of her scouter bringing the device online and immediately retrieving a power signature, one that caused Habana to raise her eyebrow further. If a scouter was the only way for her to identify his power that meant this man was some sort of android, reasonably powerful by normal standards he would have actually been a thread a few months back. Now however it was quite a bit like Habana trying to attack Natto back then.
Sighing Habana let her energy surge a bit, focusing it into her legs she would vanish from the Androids sight and senses reappearing a moment later before him. “Hey there, nice armor, I like the color scheme you've got going on. Only thing I'm not overly fond of is that” Habana says tapping her index finger against the barrel of the gun “well more where it's aimed than anything else, so tinman, is there a brain in that helmet or are you just a rogue tufflebot?”
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Nov 15, 2015 6:39:39 GMT
Pin was already cursing himself silently when the woman started to turn around. So much for an ambush. Instead, she looked right at him. She seemed to take a second to consider him, before turning on her scouter. Of course she would have a scouter. That's one advantage gone - now she'd be able to find him amongst all this rubble. He was hoping to be able to hide if push really came to shove.
But then things went a little bit sideways. She sighed, as if he were some minor irritant - a fly buzzing about the house. He wasn't used to this kind of dismissive response. Usually his targets would either run, beg, or crack their knuckles and get ready to fight. So this was new to him. Then, almost all at once, his internal scouter buzzed a bit and briefly went to static as her power spiked, and then she was right in front of him. He hadn't seen her move. She was just there. Pin started to wonder if he'd broken off more than he could chew - not that he'd really know, since he didn't eat and as a result rarely chewed anything regardless of size.
"Thhhhank you?" He said with uncertainty, responding to her initial compliment about his hunting suit. He'd always liked the color scheme himself, so somewhere deep down it was nice to have someone acknowledge it, but he wasn't sure this was really the time. "And to answer your question, I wasn't built by the Tuffles. Do you think a Tuffle android would have this?" He unwrapped his tail from his waist and waved it around. "Or the courage to approach you directly? No, I'm top grade Saiyan metal."
Pin took a casual few steps to one side of Habana, circling her in a predatory manner. If his scouter wasn't on the fritz, which he was beginning to suspect that it was not, he was in deep shit. What's worse was that this woman knew just how strong he was, thanks to her scouter, so a bluff was out of the question. But maybe if he played his cards just right, she'd agree to come back with him, or at least wouldn't completely scrap him. If he was being honest with himself, a small part of him was somewhat invigorated at the idea of fighting such a powerful enemy, even though it was completely hopeless for him. If nothing else it would give him some perspective.
"Regardless, you're going to have to come with me. I've got a job to do and I intend to get it done. I'm sure you understand, being a veteran of the Earth invasion and all." Bracing himself for impact, he kept the charge going on his pistol. Better ready than wrecked.
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Post by Queen Habana on Nov 17, 2015 7:04:48 GMT
Habana watched with curiosity as Pin began circling her craning her neck to follow him until she could do so no longer and then rather than turning to keep her eyes on him simply allowed the android to circle back into her field of view, dangerous as it was to let a possible opponent out of sight she ultimately did not consider the android enough of a threat to bother, he was tough yes, but if necessary she'd be capable of scraping him without even drawing on any additional power. “Yeah I suppose that makes sense, though I've seen some weird tuffle tech around here, maybe you could have been built as some sort of spy-bot” Habana said with a shrug unknowingly she actually already knew a Tuffle created android that took the shape of a saiyan, Icarus one of Zucceta's advisers was just that. She was vaguely curious if this android could transform in the same way a living saiyan could or if the tail was just for show much like her own as in spite of having genuine saiyan blood Habana had always been incapable of making the change into an Oozaru.
Habana chuckled as the android stated that she 'had' to come with him, she had never been overly fond of orders and someone without the power to actually enforce an order on her trying to do so was quite amusing “Not really to be honest, before the invasion I wasn't actually military, things are a bit more... complicated now but Zucceta knows me well enough that she didn't put any specific orders on me, it was just me, her, and Icarus looking to take... I wanna say North City?” Habana said taking a moment to remember exactly which of Earth's cities they had fought in. “Once things started heating up I mostly just did my own thing. So how's about you give me a bit more info on where I 'have' to go and I'll decide for myself if it's worth taking time out of my training for.” Habana said giving the android a grin her eyes briefly drifting to the pistol it still glowed with power but even still it remained mostly irrelevant,
Her eyes drifting back up to the helmet Habana could see that the android was noticeable a bit tense now and what she had thought to just be a design on the helmet was in fact a glass sort of like her scouters, squinting her eyes a bit Habana tried to get a look beyond the glass and into the helmet curious if this android actually had a face beyond the mask. “Also maybe your name, and how you even know I'm the person you're looking for.”
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Nov 18, 2015 23:07:39 GMT
Pin grit his teeth behind his helmet. He did not appreciate her repeated assertions that he might be a Tuffle android. The Tuffles had been technologically advanced, sure, but they lost their civilization for one important reason - they were weak. Pin may not have been as powerful as this woman, but he did not consider himself weak by any means. Still, he did his best to swallow his pride.
"I assure you, again, I'm not Tuffle technology, regardless of what you've seen."
She laughed - well, not a true laugh, just a small one, like she was genuinely amused, at his assertion that she come with him. He didn't particularly like being laughed at, no matter how small. Again, however, this was not the time to get on his pride horse and run buck wild. Not when his opponent had a faster horse. He lowered the pistol, though he did not let up on it's charge - he wasn't about to get caught COMPLETELY off-guard, that would have been foolish. Just stupid, really.
"I'm not really at liberty to give you those details," he said, looking around casually to take in his surroundings, "Confidentiality agreements and such, you understand I'm sure. But my client prefers you alive and unharmed, and I prefer myself alive and unharmed. There's no reason we need this to get violent."
At this point he was fairly certain she was going to refuse, which had him more than a little bit frustrated. He hated when he was given incomplete intel on a target, and this particular target's immense power was a pretty fucking important detail to leave out. Was this Sam's way of firing his employees? Just send them on a suicide mission? Was this a prank Granzel was playing? Were there hidden cameras?
"I can give you my name," Pin said, "But I'd appreciate yours in return. Your name wasn't mentioned in my intel, just a detailed and specific description. Your hairstyle alone gives you away as the woman I'm looking for. You're very distinct."
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Post by Queen Habana on Nov 20, 2015 2:22:43 GMT
Habana gave the android a small frown of annoyance as he stated that he could not tell her where it was that he intended on taking her, her frustration quickly turned to amusement as he provided a thinly veiled threat claiming that his client preferred her alive and unharmed while also stating that he would like to stay the same way, there was as far as Habana could tell no actual way for the android to bring her in in any state other than alive and unharmed, the only way he was getting her anywhere was by her choice to follow.
“I suppose I can give you my name as it doesn't much matter either way, I'm Habana. But as for these problems with 'confidentiality agreements' while I do sort-of understand there is still the rather glaring issue of me not actually caring particularly much.” Habana said with a shrug “So if you want me to actually even think about follow you anywhere you're going to need to do one of two things, start telling me a bit more about where we might be going” Habana said pausing as she raised a hand tightening it into a fist and causing it to begin to glow with wispy violet energy “or try your hand at bringing me in a bit less than 'unharmed'”
Habana almost hoped that the android would take her up on the 'try and fight me' route, while he did not directly pose much risk to her it would actually be a decent chance to try reigning in her power, training with Zucceta had helped teach her how to control her super saiyan transformation but now that she was this powerful it was difficult to actually expel her power at anything less than her full strength, she could rather easily pull her punches when it came to normal physical strikes but when it came to things like utilizing her kinetic strike even the weakest variation of the move had a rather significant chance of vaporizing the average warrior, even this android with how much stronger he was than 'average' would be at rather great risk.
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Nov 21, 2015 0:04:32 GMT
Pin looked Habana up and down. She was being enormously difficult - as difficult as she was powerful. He could easily have just told her what was going on. He could have told her that he was working of a mysterious man named Sam, who had expressed an interest in seeing her. He could tell her that he didn't want to come back empty handed, because this Sam guy had good money and was very generous with it. In fact, Pin considered doing just that for a long, hard second. It would be the smart thing to do. The safe thing to do.
It's just what a good little doll would do.
Instead, Pin decided that his integrity as a hunter, as a violent entrepreneur, was far more important than his replaceable chassis, that metal shell that contained something far more than just a doll, or a Tuffle robot, or some squishy alien. He decided that if Habana wouldn't come quietly, he'd show her what he was made of, and come hell or high water he was going to bring her in.
"My name is Pin," he said, "And it looks like I'll show you what a true Saiyan android is made of."
With that he kicked on his propulsors and flew up and back, away from Habana and the ground, trying to kick up as much dust as he possibly could. He raised his pistol and aimed it at her. Normally, he would aim for a headshot right between the eyes - or in the eye, if there was only one eye present - but this fight would be different. He'd have to fight smart. So he leveled his pistol at her head, gritted his teeth, and fired his charged shot directly at her scouter.
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Post by Queen Habana on Nov 28, 2015 2:48:27 GMT
Habana briefly raised an eyebrow as the android spoke, giving her his name first a nice easy to remember name, followed by his decision between the options that she had presented him with, much to her surprise but not to her disappointment he chose to try and force the issue, to try and bring her in regardless of if she wanted to or not, ultimately Habana found this tactic a bit distasteful... if it were actually something he was capable of, but with all the confidence that her power brought Habana had no fear that the android could ever successfully bring her anywhere she did not want to be.
He kicked off away from her initially propulsors sending him skyward and bringing a somewhat amused smirk to Habana's face, a few months ago such an action would have very possibly lead to Pin possessing a distinct advantage over her as back then Habana had been far weaker and incapable of taking to the air. Now however she had ways of reaching sky bound opponents. Readying herself to pursue Habana paused as the android finally took aim with his overcharged weapon and fired at her, she could feel roughly how strong the blast was both from her own innate ability to sense energy and from her scouter, it was strong to be certain but nothing she had to worry about.
Aimed at her head Habana knew the blast would not be particularly comfortable but she couldn't help but take a chance to dishearten the android a bit by taking his long charged attack without any effort to dodge or brace herself. The blast flew at her at what would to many be incredible speed but for Habana it was an eternity until it finally hit, but rather than hitting her face directly it hit her scouter causing the device to shatter, as predicted the blast did little to actually harm her however the power of the blast combined with the destruction of the scouter caused a fragment of the glass to cut Habana's cheek as she blinked in confusion realizing just a bit late what the Android's tactic was, she had grown a bit used to being able to identify artificial energy signatures with her scouter, the androids of Earth had had required her to make use of it in order to identify the level of danger that Zucceta was in, but without it she was all but blind against them.
“Huh... well fuck.” Habana said wiping away the blood slowly trailing down her cheek “Now I guess once I beat your mechanized ass I'm gonna have to make you buy me a new scouter to replace that one.” Habana said even though she already knew that in theory she could simply acquire a new scouter in the same manner as her old one, by simply taking one from the Imperator. But if she could get a new one on the Androids dime then who was she to argue? “First things first is of course the beating, since you busted my scouter I guess this is gonna end up a bit like hide and seek” Habana said taking a few steps forward towards the dust cloud generated by Pin's ascent, it was a reasonable size but still left the android mostly confined, it would settle soon and force the android to move again, Habana would simply wait for Pin to make his next move and when that happened rocket after him to try and deliver a swift kick ideally aimed at the android's back or chest.
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Dec 2, 2015 23:56:52 GMT
Pin couldn't believe it had worked. In true Saiyan fasion this woman, this immensely powerful woman had decided to take his pistol shot - likely this was her way of communicating just how insignificant Pin's attacks would be without having to say it. Pin had to admit, this was definitely a more effective approach than the more common Saiyan boasting. This chick was hyper-confident, and it showed.
It also gave him the opening he'd hoped for. She just let him fire at her, and lost her scouter in the process. It might not have won Pin the battle, but it afforded him a distinct advantage and opened up his strategic options a bit. It had even managed to cut her cheek a little! Sure, that sort of wound was purely cosmetic and completely negligible, but it meant that Pin had technically drawn first blood. This was a point of pride for him against such an enormous challenge.
"We can go buy you that new scouter right now," Pin said, "You just need to agree to come with me. We'll make a stop on the way. It'll be a good time." Pin wasn't even sure he'd have the money to buy her a new scouter at the moment, but that wasn't the point. If he could find a way to talk himself out of this mess it would work out far better for him than if he got his shit pushed in and had to pay for repairs.
The dust he'd kicked up was starting to settle. If he was going to use his "invisibility" to his advantage, he would need to actually, well, be invisible. No point destroying her scouter if he was just going to stay out in the open. With the dust settling, however, he needed a new diversion if he was going to make his way into one of the nearby buildings to hide and formulate a new plan.
He opened his palm and pointed it at the ground just in front of Habana's feet. With a cry of "BURNING VENGEANCE!" (cheesy, he knew, but activation commands were important safety features for ki-powered flamethrowers!), a gout of flame shot forth and scorched the ground between Pin and Habana. He directed the flame into a six-foot line between them, working up a thick black smokescreen that he hoped would cover his ass. He closed his hand and took off for the nearest building that didn't look like it was about to completely collapse. With any luck, she wouldn't see him. He was pretty sure she'd see him.
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Post by Queen Habana on Dec 16, 2015 1:13:01 GMT
The destruction of her scouter was certainly an annoying setback but ultimately an irrelevant one, even without a means of sensing the android outside of when he would actually expend large amounts of energy on genuine attacks Habana held inevitability on her side, he could attack her for as long as he wanted and he would never cause enough damage to force her to yield and if somehow he did manage to harm her it was unlikely to be fatal and would spur Habana to level the immediate area in order to reveal the android by removing any and all places for him to hide.
Habana smirked as Pin shouted from hiding declaring that if it was a new scouter she wanted that he would be more than willing to buy her one, all that would be necessary was for her to drop this battle, that they could go purchase it right this moment on there way to wherever it was that the android was being paid to bring her. He certainly had a the confidence of a saiyan to make such a suggestion, it required that she be the one to surrender the battle rather than him. The dust was quickly settling and Habana kept her eyes peeled for any signs of movement, while she lacked her normal ability to simply feel her opponents movements she did still posses rather keen eyesight, a small shift in the dust clouds gave her a small warning of what was to come.
The declaration that followed did a whole hell of a lot more to show Habana that Pin was once again on the offensive, she felt a sudden shift in temperature as a wave of flame seared the ground before her causing Habana to take a step back to avoid having her feet burned, the fire however never drew closer and instead simply charred everything before her kicking up a terrible smokescreen, however with the dying dust cloud and the general shape of the attack Habana held a fairly good idea of where Pin was as he burned the ruined street.
Kicking off the ground Habana dashed forward tearing through the flames at top speed, the flames bit at her skin but with the difference in power they possessed compared to her skin's enhanced durability they did little more than cause her mild discomfort, her armor likewise whether the flames being made to be more resilient than normal clothing, Habana actually found herself quite glad she had made the transition to using traditional armor now. Breaking through the flames Habana grinned as she reached Pin, the android had just finished his attack and had already turned looking to flee to a new hiding place but Habana had other plans for him.
“HYAAAA” Habana would launch herself at the android aiming a kick for his back, an opponent closer to her strength would likely be simply sent sprawling forward by such an attack, however there was a very good chance that the difference in strength would in fact send the android flying into one of the buildings he had been seeking to flee to, whether he could get back up after the attack would be another story.
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Dec 16, 2015 23:02:39 GMT
Just when he thought he’d gotten out of Habana’s field of vision, that his plan had somehow -worked-, Pin felt an impact from behind. Well, he didn’t quite feel it, not at first. His first indication that he’d been kicked in the back was the sudden sensation of being pushed forward at a much increased speed. He soared, chest-first, towards the building he’d been fleeing to. However, he didn’t have much control over his trajectory or velocity. That had been taken from him by his opponent’s incredible blow.
It wasn’t until he was about to make contact with the outer wall of the crumbled building that his mind registered exactly what had happened. His internal systems were alight with warnings and alerts indicating that he’d been hit really damn hard from behind. This was what he’d come to refer to as pain. It wasn’t quite the same as what his organic friends had described, but it was pretty distracting.
He hit the outer wall of what had probably been someone’s home or workplace a long, long time ago, and his body crumpled with the impact. His velocity took a big hit and he slowed significantly as the outer wall collapsed, bringing the roof down with it. His remaining inertia was enough to slam him hard enough into the outer wall that it too came down, dragging him with it. For a second, everything was a solid blue screen with a white error message indicating that his OS had encountered a fatal error.
Thankfully it hadn’t truly been fatal, and soon Pin’s systems booted themselves back up. He was under several hundred pounds of ancient brick and stonework, but somehow the universe had aligned in such a way that he wasn’t trapped under anything particularly heavy. Instead, the debris had fallen into something like a tent shape above him, with enough space for him to sit up as his internal diagnostics figured out how bad he’d been damaged.
The report came in. Chassis integrity at 80 percent. Internal wiring at 90 percent. Critical hardware at 90 percent. Overall operating capacity 86%. In one hit, and likely not a full-strength sort of hit but more like a quick jab, Habana had reduced his overall physical condition by nearly 20 percent. Another couple of hits like that and he’d barely be able to move. Anything more than three more of those hits and it would likely be lights out.
There would be no shame in admitting defeat here. No shame in coming out, hands in the air, explaining everything to her and hoping she’d come with him. It wouldn’t be the Saiyan way, but he wasn’t really a Saiyan.
He decided not to give in. He was pretty sure there had been another building west of this one, only a few feet away. With any luck he could get back to his original plan. But not without a distraction, which was something he’d completely screwed up just a minute ago. No, his original plan would not do. It was time to face the music.
It wasn’t particularly difficult for him to force his way out of the rubble. He might not have been some legendary super-being, but he wasn’t a kitten either. He bust his way out and took to the sky, scanning his surroundings until he found Habana again. He’d dropped his pistol somewhere, but if he’d still had it he would have holstered it.
“Fine,” Pin said, “Fuck it. Let’s not waste any time.”
He lowered himself to the ground, never taking his eyes off of her. He clenched his fists and stretched his neck.
“No more hiding, no more tricks,” he said, “Just you, and me, and my ROCKET HAYMAKER!”
With that, he held his fist out and with a bright flash of orange flame his right forearm took off in a flash. It careened through the air at Habana, at this point Pin didn’t care where it hit, only that it did, in fact, hit. He grit his teeth and hoped for the best.
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Post by Queen Habana on Dec 24, 2015 10:49:24 GMT
Habana smirked as she felt her leg make contact with the android however while she had intended for it to be a lighter hit, one to knock the android tumbling away but still in the general vicinity it was rather clear that she had done quite a bit more than that when the force of her blow and the resulting rocketing away of Pin actually managed to clear away quite a bit of the smoke from her general area, blinking a few times Habana sighed just a bit annoyed with herself. Zucceta had been helping her with maintaining control over her power but taking herself down to her old levels was a bit more of a task than she'd like to admit.
Striding forward through the rest of the smoke in the general direction of where she believe she had sent the android flying Habana looked around for any sign of him, she quickly found that a building that had once been standing strong now possessed a rather significant hold through it and was quickly becoming more and more unstable, before Habana could even start making her way over to it to drag the android out of the crumbling mess it collapsed in on itself almost entirely. Habana cringed slightly at that wondering if the android was still inside or if perhaps she had knocked him clean through it.
Without her scouter she had no real way of identifying exactly where he had ended up unless she sifted entirely through the collapsed remains of the ancient Tuffle building, as Habana stood there contemplating exactly what to do about the missing android as while he had started the fight she felt just a bit unwilling to simply abandon him to being buried under tons of Tuffle stone, he burst through the rubble once more earning a raise of the eyebrow from Habana as she watched him.
The certainly did look like someone who'd had a building collapse on them and yet in spite of this he was more than willing to keep going landing at her he aimed his fist at her as if preparing some sort of attack, and then much to Habana's surprise the fist in question burst into flame and then rocketed at her the entire arm simply detaching from its owner and flying at her at top speed. Habana blinked in confusion as she watched the fist, it swiftly closed the gap between them making a beeline for her face.
A weaker opponent so utterly caught off guard by such an attack would likely have been unable to react at all, Habana herself very nearly did nothing as for a moment she forgot that her opponent, being a machine, could do something like fire off his arm without causing himself any direct harm, however the difference in power afforded her a much more substantial reaction time and as the arm approached Habana reached out and caught it around the fist, to her surprise however the rocketing limb actually managed to push her outstretched hand back some bringing her own hand within inches of her face
Habana kept a firm grasp on the offending limb not entirely sure if releasing it would allow Pin to simply call it back to himself, the impact the 'Rocket Haymaker' had delivered made continuing to grasp the detached limb just a bit uncomfortable as it had left her hand with some minor burns “Maybe I should invest in gloves..” Habana thought aloud before returning her attention to Pin curious exactly how the Android would react about both his attack not quite working as he might have anticipated and the fact that he was now down one arm for his trouble.
Rolling her shoulders Habana would once again dash forward leaving behind a static image of herself from the raw speed of her movement, within moments she would be next to Pin a small smirk on her face “I believe this is yours?” Habana questioned flipping the now inert limb in her hand so that she held it around the wrist, she would then take a swing at Pin utilizing his own fist as a weapon against him.
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Dec 24, 2015 16:27:59 GMT
Pin watched as his fist sailed through the air. He watched as Habana didn't seem to react. She stood, apparently quite shocked by his change in attitude, watching his attack rather than doing anything about it. Could this actually have worked? Was he really going to get her with a surprise Rocket Haymaker? Even if he lost this fight, he could take pride in having nailed this woman, just once, with this attack.
And then she caught it.
"You have GOT to be fucking kidding me!" Pin shouted, his voice laced with frustration and disappointment. Now he was down one arm, and no better off than he had been before. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to leverage this one into an advantage of any kind.
He glared at Habana. Something was fishy. She seemed to have shifted as if to come at him, but she wasn't moving. And she was kind of...transparent?
"Oh shit." He said. He turned as Habana spoke to him, to see that she was RIGHT NEXT TO HIM.
"Oh shiiiiiiiiii-" he said, as she slammed him in the face with his own clenched fist. He felt his jaw strain, and come unhinged. A small hairline crack spread across the visor of his helmet, and the display suddenly went to static. He could only imagine the kind of damage she'd just done to his hand.
Granzel could never learn about this. He'd never let Pin live it down.
The force of the blow brought him down to one knee. He managed to balance himself and keep from crumpling to the ground entirely, but he was in trouble. He reached up with his one hand and pulled the helmet from his head so he could see and dropped it. The helmet hit the ground with a dull metallic thump, kicking up a small cloud of dusted rock. He ran his hand through his short, spikey hair and looked up at Habana as he popped his jack back into place.
"I will buy you some fucking gloves," Pin said, "If you just come with me. It's not too late, I'll still forgive you."
He forced himself back to his feet. His diagnostic systems sent up warnings of damaged internals and chassis breaches. Power was redirected from non-essential functions to keep the critical systems going. Instead of a percentage readout, all he had was a big "ERROR" in red letters. He didn't care. He'd made his choice. He was going to fight this woman until either she stopped beating his ass, or he couldn't get back up anymore.
He came at her one more time, throwing a basic combo - a front kick, followed by a cross punch, a backhand, and a roundhouse kick.
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
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Post by Queen Habana on Dec 28, 2015 14:04:30 GMT
It was perhaps a little TOO fun to actually assault someone with there own limb without it needing to be an overly bloody and morbid affair, Pin was likely only somewhat inconvenienced by being down one arm considering he had actively made the choice to utilize one of them as a weapon so there was none of the annoying moral quandary about smacking him around with the offending limb. His reaction to her doing so made things all the better as he realized far too late that she was not in fact simply standing there waiting for him to make another move and that she was instead bearing down on him.
Thankfully unlike her kick this attack did manage to leave him roughly where she wanted, in fact rather impressively he was only brought to a knee by the force of the blow, Habana could see she had rather severely damage his head piece, it looked to be a helmet of some sort but as the visor began visible distort even from Habana's view she actually began to wonder if the 'helmet' was his head or not, being a machine or at least mostly mechanical considering his lack of energy signature there was actually a fair chance that it was and that she had all but cracked open his skull with that blow.
As if to answer her question Pin removed the helmet, the man behind the mask had all the classic traits of a pure saiyan, it made Habana wonder if Pin was a saiyan augmented by machinery or a machine designed to look like a saiyan, he certainly acted exactly like a true saiyan, no matter how overwhelming the odds he was willing to press on as while she had certainly been holding back a fair amount Habana was most certainly not restraining herself to a level suitable for a 'fair' fight.
Habana stifled a laugh as Pin offered to buy her gloves in exchange for coming with him he then followed this up by pushing himself back to his feet and once more attempting to take the fight to her as he likely expected her to decline the offer. Habana ducked and weaved past th kick and punch and swatted away his arm when he attempted to land a backhand on her, all the while trying to decide how to proceed.
Pin's stance shifted as he prepared to deliver a roundhouse kick and with a small grin Habana made a snap decision on how to react, as Pin began to move to deliver the kick Habana's power would slowly begin to rise, her aura quickly becoming visible, just before the kick was about to land a pulse of power would radiate from Habana as her aura shifted from violet to gold, her hair once again bursting her hair ties causing it to cascade back into a flowing mane of golden spikes.
Whether or not Pin could push on past the force of her transformation was irrelevant to Habana, the android was incapable of harming her if she held up and sense of defense without this power, now that she was in her super saiyan state she wasn't even sure she would need to even keep her guard up. “A new scouter and a set of gloves sounds fair, you've honestly made me a bit curious to see who it is that's paying you well enough to put yourself up against me.” Habana said with a smirk as she awaited Pin's response both to her transformation and to her choice.
[Base PL: 144,040, Super Saiyan PL:1,584,440]
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Post by Pin on Dec 28, 2015 17:41:05 GMT
Pin was losing hope. His systems were in poor condition, and he couldn't get a proper diagnostic report. He wasn't sure if Habana could tell, but he was only barely standing straight. He could feel a slight wobble, a light swaying as his balanced faltered momentarily.
Despite his best remaining efforts, Habana had evaded and deflected his feeble attacks with the sort of ease you'd expect from someone brushing aside some cobwebs or a stray lock of hair. Pin was certain that she was toying with him. Still, he wouldn't quit. Hell, at this point he couldn't quit - walking away from this was simply not an option. He'd made his bed and now he had to lie in it.
As he shifted his balance and gritted his teeth for his roundhouse kick, he steeled himself to the best of his abilities. He pushed the flashing red warnings to the back of his mind. He ignored the unusual clicking in his left knee, the squeal of metal-on-metal somewhere in his hip. He all but closed his eyes, hoping to at least land this blow, to at least make her feel it a LITTLE. Then he could shut down without feeling completely useless.
And then a new alert popped up on his internal display. A flashing number, rising rapidly. His scouter was going absolutely ballistic, and Habana was at the center of it. Around the same time, his kick began to slow, as if he was kicking through water, then heavy cream, then soft butter. He opened his eyes and beheld something he knew was possible but never thought he would witness. He watched as Habana's hair turned gold and stood on end, as her aura spiked and her power broke his built-in scouter. Smoke rose lazily from his left ear, and his vision went to static for a brief moment.
When his vision returned to him, his leg was caught mid-kick no less than six inches from Habana's neck, and it was engulfed in a brilliant shower of golden sparks. His pants singed, and his boot began to blacken. He thought for sure he was going to lose his leg. A small localized explosion forced his leg back and away from Habana, throwing Pin from his stance to spin in the air four times before hitting the ground hard and gracelessly. He slowly began to push himself up as Habana spoke, her words not registering for several seconds.
When he realized what she'd said, he looked up at her, his face contorted into a look of anger and confusion.
"SERIOUSLY??! NOW YOU'RE WILLING TO COME WITH ME?!" Pin shouted, a fury within him that nearly matched that which he felt towards his mother. The anger was so palpable that it knocked his vision back to static for a second.
He forced himself back to his feet and shook his head. "Un-fucking-believable. Just amazing. Lovely. Great. Sam's gonna love this story. Hold on just a second, let me make a call...if my shit even still works."
Pin held his finger to the side of his head, hoping to open a scouter channel to Granzel back at the Pixie Blue. It opened, but when Granzel's voice answered it was like trying to hear him through a tin can.
"Call Sam. Tell him I found the girl and I'm bringing her back to the Pixie, since he didn't give us an alternate meeting place." Pin paused, listening hard to understand Granzel.
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