Post by Sabika on Apr 21, 2016 5:30:12 GMT
Halzun was walking again, the rhythmic swaying of Sabika's prison was unmistakable. When he was first sealed away the rocking motion would cause the Namekian to slam into the sides of the jug. Now, over a decade later, like a sailor getting their sea legs, Sabika barely noticed the movements at all. I'm fact he didn't even flinch from his meditative state. Sat on the clay "floor" of his container, Sabika retreated deep within his own mind.
When he was first sealed away, he tried to escape at every possible moment. Blasting the walls of the jug had no effect, trying to climb up the sides caused him to find the magical seal in the neck of the jug. Everything he tried had failed, all the while Halzun laughed. It was as though Sabika's struggles were entertainment for the evil Namekian. Though it was nothing compared to the enjoyment he derived from slaughtering anyone he came across, even more if he could subject Sabika to the deed. Screaming, pleading, threatening, it didn't matter, all it served to do was fuel the evil Namekian on.
In his meditation, Sabika tried to understand how this had all happened. He recalled the conversations with Batan all those years ago. Sabika had just failed the psychic assessment and it was his mentors job to break the news. In his mind, he was back there, eleven years ago, sat on the floor of Batan's minimalistic hut. His master stuttered as he spoke, stumbling over his words in a way he had never done before. All the while Sabika sat cross legged, wondering what could fluster his master so, never once thinking it could be him.
"H..he found some...something Sabika" Batan avoided meeting his pupils gaze. "Something impure.....something dark"
"I don't understand" As Sabika spoke his voice was soft, full of the innocence of youth.
"You can't continue your studies..... not while .... that lurks within you"
For a moment the small room was filled with silence. Batan was clearly uncomfortable, but whether it was the conversation or the subject itself that bothered him more, Sabika couldn't tell. At this moment, the one thing he had ever wanted to do, was slipping from his grasp. His mind span as it processed the possibilities, what would he do? what type of person was he if he wasn't a priest?
"What can I do?" Sabika asked his mentor, the person who had directed him for so long.
"Get rid of it.... somehow....." Batan's brow furrowed, it was obvious he was trying to think of something that could be done. Suddenly his face softened, finally looking Sabika in the eyes for the first time since he entered the hut.
"For your own sake Sabika, find a way to cleanse yourself"
The memories faded into blackness, floating away like clouds on a breeze. Sabika's mind returned to his body, acutely aware of his senses once more. He was still inside the clay container, a small shaft of light shone down through the neck of the jug. The swaying had stopped, the jug was motionless. That meant Halzun was keeping still as well, after a decade of being attached to his hip, Sabika had become an instinctively aware of what he was doing. An ambush, perfectly still, deathly silent and out in the sunshine? Even with a limited ability to see what was going on, Sabika knew it was an ambush.
Only this time things would be different, this time Sabika would save the unfortunate people who just happened to be walking down the wrong path at the wrong time. Standing up, Sabika felt ready, for the first time in many years, he was going to try and break his way out. Dedication to his personal meditation routine had brought him to a point where he truly felt capable of forcing his way through Halzun's magic. Of course he couldn't just break out, he needed to be strong enough to defend himself afterwards. Otherwise Halzun would just seal him away once more, hopefully surprise would work in his favour.
The plan had been concocted years ago, but it needed this long to be effective. First of all he would stop resisting, stop communicating with Halzun in any way. No more trying to climb out, no more blasting the sides of the jug with his Ki. Halzun would eventually believe that Sabika had given up, simply resigned himself to his fate. Secondly, he would meditate. Although physical training might provide better results for breaking out of this prison, Sabika didn't want to draw the attention of Halzun. Occasionally the evil Namekian would look down the spout, to check on his little prisoner, every time Sabika would be deep in meditation. Hopefully Halzun would forget about Sabika, or at the very least not be expecting an escape attempt.
Sabika slowly rose to his feet, spreading his feet slightly to steady himself. His antenna began to glow orange, growing deeper and deeper in colour, until two beams shot forth. Spiraling around each other the pair of beams slammed into the side of Sabika's magical prison. The clay surface shimmered as the magical barrier kicked in, flashing colours of reds, purples, greens and blues. Like an oil slick, the colours changed as the magic surface rippled out from the point of impact. Yet the barrier persisted. Sabika didn't want to use more energy than he currently was doing, but if he didn't escape soon, Halzun would realise what was going on, the element of surprise would be lost.
With a grunt, the Antenna Attack flared in intensity. The beams thickened slightly, becoming a more intense orange colour, the spiral tightened as the energy span faster and faster. The magic barrier began to heave under the pressure, the ripples grew into waves, bouncing around the walls until they met on the opposite side from the blasts impact. Suddenly the wall exploded, within the enclosed space, Sabika took the full brunt of the blast, flying backwards and slamming into the wall behind him.
The prisoner Namekian slowly opened his eyes, the room was darker, coated in shadow, he must have been unconscious for some time. The clay wall before him was completely undamaged, there wasn't a single sign of his earlier attack. Sabika tried to stand, but a jolt of pain shot through his body, forcing him to prop himself up against the wall in a sitting position.
"Sab, your awake!" Halzun's voice echoed around the container.
The wounded Namekian strained his neck to look upwards, Halzun's giant head (it was actually normal sized and it was Sabika that was small) loomed over the neck of the jar.
"I was worried for myself back there. You certainly put on quite the light show. You almost ruined by ambush" the word "almost" seemed to echo longer than the rest, bouncing around inside Sabika's barely conscious mind.
"Anyway, seen as your awake, I have something to show you."
The container violently tipped onto it's side. The floor beneath Sabika quickly became a wall, the wall he was leaning against became a roof. Too injured to resist, Sabika slid down the new wall and slammed into the floor, tipping over to end up lying face first on the ground. Framed perfectly by the neck of the jar, Sabika could see the outcome of Halzun's ambush. Three bodies lay on the blue grass, they appeared to be a species of alien Sabika wasn't familiar with. Their green blood pooled into a single emerald puddle on the dirt. The number of wounds on each of the bodies was uncountable, it was clear Halzun had made them suffer.
Sabika recoiled, turning his head away from the horrific sight, closing his eyes tightly. But it was too late, the image of their corpse's had already burned into his moments, along with all the others. More lives to weigh on his conscience, it was his fault, he created Halzun, he was responsible for all the deaths. Suddenly the dark embrace of unconsciousness took over.
When he was first sealed away, he tried to escape at every possible moment. Blasting the walls of the jug had no effect, trying to climb up the sides caused him to find the magical seal in the neck of the jug. Everything he tried had failed, all the while Halzun laughed. It was as though Sabika's struggles were entertainment for the evil Namekian. Though it was nothing compared to the enjoyment he derived from slaughtering anyone he came across, even more if he could subject Sabika to the deed. Screaming, pleading, threatening, it didn't matter, all it served to do was fuel the evil Namekian on.
In his meditation, Sabika tried to understand how this had all happened. He recalled the conversations with Batan all those years ago. Sabika had just failed the psychic assessment and it was his mentors job to break the news. In his mind, he was back there, eleven years ago, sat on the floor of Batan's minimalistic hut. His master stuttered as he spoke, stumbling over his words in a way he had never done before. All the while Sabika sat cross legged, wondering what could fluster his master so, never once thinking it could be him.
"H..he found some...something Sabika" Batan avoided meeting his pupils gaze. "Something impure.....something dark"
"I don't understand" As Sabika spoke his voice was soft, full of the innocence of youth.
"You can't continue your studies..... not while .... that lurks within you"
For a moment the small room was filled with silence. Batan was clearly uncomfortable, but whether it was the conversation or the subject itself that bothered him more, Sabika couldn't tell. At this moment, the one thing he had ever wanted to do, was slipping from his grasp. His mind span as it processed the possibilities, what would he do? what type of person was he if he wasn't a priest?
"What can I do?" Sabika asked his mentor, the person who had directed him for so long.
"Get rid of it.... somehow....." Batan's brow furrowed, it was obvious he was trying to think of something that could be done. Suddenly his face softened, finally looking Sabika in the eyes for the first time since he entered the hut.
"For your own sake Sabika, find a way to cleanse yourself"
The memories faded into blackness, floating away like clouds on a breeze. Sabika's mind returned to his body, acutely aware of his senses once more. He was still inside the clay container, a small shaft of light shone down through the neck of the jug. The swaying had stopped, the jug was motionless. That meant Halzun was keeping still as well, after a decade of being attached to his hip, Sabika had become an instinctively aware of what he was doing. An ambush, perfectly still, deathly silent and out in the sunshine? Even with a limited ability to see what was going on, Sabika knew it was an ambush.
Only this time things would be different, this time Sabika would save the unfortunate people who just happened to be walking down the wrong path at the wrong time. Standing up, Sabika felt ready, for the first time in many years, he was going to try and break his way out. Dedication to his personal meditation routine had brought him to a point where he truly felt capable of forcing his way through Halzun's magic. Of course he couldn't just break out, he needed to be strong enough to defend himself afterwards. Otherwise Halzun would just seal him away once more, hopefully surprise would work in his favour.
The plan had been concocted years ago, but it needed this long to be effective. First of all he would stop resisting, stop communicating with Halzun in any way. No more trying to climb out, no more blasting the sides of the jug with his Ki. Halzun would eventually believe that Sabika had given up, simply resigned himself to his fate. Secondly, he would meditate. Although physical training might provide better results for breaking out of this prison, Sabika didn't want to draw the attention of Halzun. Occasionally the evil Namekian would look down the spout, to check on his little prisoner, every time Sabika would be deep in meditation. Hopefully Halzun would forget about Sabika, or at the very least not be expecting an escape attempt.
Sabika slowly rose to his feet, spreading his feet slightly to steady himself. His antenna began to glow orange, growing deeper and deeper in colour, until two beams shot forth. Spiraling around each other the pair of beams slammed into the side of Sabika's magical prison. The clay surface shimmered as the magical barrier kicked in, flashing colours of reds, purples, greens and blues. Like an oil slick, the colours changed as the magic surface rippled out from the point of impact. Yet the barrier persisted. Sabika didn't want to use more energy than he currently was doing, but if he didn't escape soon, Halzun would realise what was going on, the element of surprise would be lost.
With a grunt, the Antenna Attack flared in intensity. The beams thickened slightly, becoming a more intense orange colour, the spiral tightened as the energy span faster and faster. The magic barrier began to heave under the pressure, the ripples grew into waves, bouncing around the walls until they met on the opposite side from the blasts impact. Suddenly the wall exploded, within the enclosed space, Sabika took the full brunt of the blast, flying backwards and slamming into the wall behind him.
The prisoner Namekian slowly opened his eyes, the room was darker, coated in shadow, he must have been unconscious for some time. The clay wall before him was completely undamaged, there wasn't a single sign of his earlier attack. Sabika tried to stand, but a jolt of pain shot through his body, forcing him to prop himself up against the wall in a sitting position.
"Sab, your awake!" Halzun's voice echoed around the container.
The wounded Namekian strained his neck to look upwards, Halzun's giant head (it was actually normal sized and it was Sabika that was small) loomed over the neck of the jar.
"I was worried for myself back there. You certainly put on quite the light show. You almost ruined by ambush" the word "almost" seemed to echo longer than the rest, bouncing around inside Sabika's barely conscious mind.
"Anyway, seen as your awake, I have something to show you."
The container violently tipped onto it's side. The floor beneath Sabika quickly became a wall, the wall he was leaning against became a roof. Too injured to resist, Sabika slid down the new wall and slammed into the floor, tipping over to end up lying face first on the ground. Framed perfectly by the neck of the jar, Sabika could see the outcome of Halzun's ambush. Three bodies lay on the blue grass, they appeared to be a species of alien Sabika wasn't familiar with. Their green blood pooled into a single emerald puddle on the dirt. The number of wounds on each of the bodies was uncountable, it was clear Halzun had made them suffer.
Sabika recoiled, turning his head away from the horrific sight, closing his eyes tightly. But it was too late, the image of their corpse's had already burned into his moments, along with all the others. More lives to weigh on his conscience, it was his fault, he created Halzun, he was responsible for all the deaths. Suddenly the dark embrace of unconsciousness took over.