Post by Otto on Dec 24, 2015 22:28:58 GMT
Active Trans
None
Weights
None
Power Level
20k
KP
0/3
Tag
Pah'mazhan
Action Summary
Otto is pit fighting against someone he has a bounty on. Double the money, but could it be double the trouble.
Notes
Otto is wounded.
Moosic
“KILL… KILL… KILL… KILL… KILL!” sadistic voices called out in unision.
Otto could feel a sturdy grip upon his hair, lifting him into the air in discomfort. Despite being ironclad in a power suit, the saiyan with long bedraggled hair took little effort to manage the weight of the bounty hunter. With the monkey’s other fist he began pounding on Otto’s helmet, and the left side of the visor he was peering out of cracked more and more with each punch until it shattered. Otto quickly shut his eyes to avoid getting glass into his eyes, but he could feel a bit of blood running down his cheek. The most disorienting thing was having one eye exposed to the dimly lit run down fight club, and the other still covered by a lens that gave everything a slight green shade.
The next thing that Otto knew, he felt himself thudding on his back towards the cracked pavement. Oil leaked out of his power suit, and he could see the tall saiyan looming over him with a proud smirk on his face.
“Stupid human, did you really think that a machine would save you from a mighty saiyan warrior?” he chided as a small orb of energy began forming in his hand.
Otto panted heavily, trying to orient himself again. He looked down at the pool of oil on the floor. Without hesitation, he flipped a mechanism switch inside of the contraption on his right hand. The sound of a fan blade began to sputter and cough, and then a blast of fire came out of the mercenaries back. Otto was flung into a brick wall, the oil stained path behind him filled with fire that violently scorched the saiyan. He heard the prideful saiyan reduced to a screaming monkey and grinned a bit, though he could feel discomforting heat on his legs. Had he not been wearing the power armor, or if it had failed, he could only imagine what might have become of him. The rest of the suit was warm now as well, and parts of it were beginning to fail from the fire that had blasted back into the oil leaks of the suit. The leaks put him on a timer, albeit a rather long one.
Otto watched as the saiyan rolled on the ground, eventually putting out the fire that had roasted his legs. The saiyan had a look of intense pain on his face, and anger filled his eyes. Another small beam began to fill in the saiyans hands and the crowd roared again. Otto stumbled forward and lifted his right hand up, pointing the carbine that adorned it at the saiyan in return. With his left hand he reached up to brace his arm, and quickly mashed a button.
No response.
“...dang,” Otto said plainly as the saiyans energy attack came towards him. He felt the energy blast hit him dead center in the chest, knocking him back against the wall yet again. The saiyan began a mad dash towards Otto, who was struggling to keep going with the damage to his suit.
As the saiyan got closer Otto mashed on the buttons of his carbine repeatedly. By the grace of Yemma the missile tube located under the energy carbine responded, launching dead center in an explosive wave into the chest of his enemy.
Otto struggled to stand, his suit almost on auxiliary power. The saiyan’s body lay still on the ground, he could hear the crowd booing. Trash, beer bottles, and all other manner of things were being tossed onto the underground arena floor.
The saiyan was still alive, clutching at his fists and trying to bring himself up. Otto merely walked up to him.
“Normally i’d just let you live and take the prize money, but um… Zuki told me to tell you hi!” Otto said as he allowed his banged up helmet front to lift up out of his face so that he could see the victim for the last time. “This was quite a nice deal you know, death match prize and a bounty on your head,”
Not to mention he was a saiyan. He would never say it out loud but Otto wasn’t very fond of them after being bullied by the saiyans on his ships crew back in the day.
“Almost had me though, better luck next time!” Otto said as he stomped the heel of the power suit into the saiyan’s throat. He would have preferred a cleaner death, but with his gun on the fritz it was the fastest death he could provide without mutilating him with another missile.
The crowd around him did not look very happy. Many of them were saiyans, others had t-shirts with this guy’s face on it. They crowded around him in a ring around the underground arena. Things were not looking good.
"Does um... this mean I am not getting my prize money?" Otto asked.
Otto could feel a sturdy grip upon his hair, lifting him into the air in discomfort. Despite being ironclad in a power suit, the saiyan with long bedraggled hair took little effort to manage the weight of the bounty hunter. With the monkey’s other fist he began pounding on Otto’s helmet, and the left side of the visor he was peering out of cracked more and more with each punch until it shattered. Otto quickly shut his eyes to avoid getting glass into his eyes, but he could feel a bit of blood running down his cheek. The most disorienting thing was having one eye exposed to the dimly lit run down fight club, and the other still covered by a lens that gave everything a slight green shade.
The next thing that Otto knew, he felt himself thudding on his back towards the cracked pavement. Oil leaked out of his power suit, and he could see the tall saiyan looming over him with a proud smirk on his face.
“Stupid human, did you really think that a machine would save you from a mighty saiyan warrior?” he chided as a small orb of energy began forming in his hand.
Otto panted heavily, trying to orient himself again. He looked down at the pool of oil on the floor. Without hesitation, he flipped a mechanism switch inside of the contraption on his right hand. The sound of a fan blade began to sputter and cough, and then a blast of fire came out of the mercenaries back. Otto was flung into a brick wall, the oil stained path behind him filled with fire that violently scorched the saiyan. He heard the prideful saiyan reduced to a screaming monkey and grinned a bit, though he could feel discomforting heat on his legs. Had he not been wearing the power armor, or if it had failed, he could only imagine what might have become of him. The rest of the suit was warm now as well, and parts of it were beginning to fail from the fire that had blasted back into the oil leaks of the suit. The leaks put him on a timer, albeit a rather long one.
Otto watched as the saiyan rolled on the ground, eventually putting out the fire that had roasted his legs. The saiyan had a look of intense pain on his face, and anger filled his eyes. Another small beam began to fill in the saiyans hands and the crowd roared again. Otto stumbled forward and lifted his right hand up, pointing the carbine that adorned it at the saiyan in return. With his left hand he reached up to brace his arm, and quickly mashed a button.
No response.
“...dang,” Otto said plainly as the saiyans energy attack came towards him. He felt the energy blast hit him dead center in the chest, knocking him back against the wall yet again. The saiyan began a mad dash towards Otto, who was struggling to keep going with the damage to his suit.
As the saiyan got closer Otto mashed on the buttons of his carbine repeatedly. By the grace of Yemma the missile tube located under the energy carbine responded, launching dead center in an explosive wave into the chest of his enemy.
Otto struggled to stand, his suit almost on auxiliary power. The saiyan’s body lay still on the ground, he could hear the crowd booing. Trash, beer bottles, and all other manner of things were being tossed onto the underground arena floor.
The saiyan was still alive, clutching at his fists and trying to bring himself up. Otto merely walked up to him.
“Normally i’d just let you live and take the prize money, but um… Zuki told me to tell you hi!” Otto said as he allowed his banged up helmet front to lift up out of his face so that he could see the victim for the last time. “This was quite a nice deal you know, death match prize and a bounty on your head,”
Not to mention he was a saiyan. He would never say it out loud but Otto wasn’t very fond of them after being bullied by the saiyans on his ships crew back in the day.
“Almost had me though, better luck next time!” Otto said as he stomped the heel of the power suit into the saiyan’s throat. He would have preferred a cleaner death, but with his gun on the fritz it was the fastest death he could provide without mutilating him with another missile.
The crowd around him did not look very happy. Many of them were saiyans, others had t-shirts with this guy’s face on it. They crowded around him in a ring around the underground arena. Things were not looking good.
"Does um... this mean I am not getting my prize money?" Otto asked.