Post by Paengi on Jun 23, 2017 4:44:54 GMT
[Heavy Weights on- 1/4 of total PL(17,488): 4372 PL]
A lake sat there, sitting underneath the hot sun. Underneath the surface, at the bottom of the lake, floated a body. The body of a warrior. A leader. His body shook slightly, sending small ripples throughout the water. In the namekians mind, dark shadows rocked. His body began moving faster, shaking in a seizure like movement underneath the water. He saw his father's dead body, slashes throughout his body, green ooze pouring from his skin. He saw the dead limp body, and cried out. Incredible pain rocking throughout his body as his antenna was torn off by his own hand, his pure rage at himself for failing to be there scarring him for life. His whole life flew at him, tearing his mind asunder as he screamed mentally at the pain. Pain. That's all namekians knew. Their whole body was built for pain, the healing a result of generations of namekians being the ones hurt. The namekians should be strong, their warrior caste proud! Yet they were nothing. He had grown up, aspiring to be one like his father, proudly protecting their race for nothing. What did it matter. Paengi was a warrior caste, one of the strongest of his kind. But when gods descended from the heavens, obliterating everything and everyone, did Paengi make a difference? Did anyone? When his father was slaughtered, marks deep in his body, could he do anything? Their race was a failure. All his life Paengi had tried, tried so hard and so desperately. But for what? For aliens to ruin it all. No matter how strong, some alien would come wipe them out. Paengi had proven himself, becoming Warrior Caste Leader against his own wishes. And what good had that done? Absolutely nothing. He tried so hard for nothing.
The former warrior caste leader's body shook harder, and his mouth tore itself open with a scream. Silver ki began shooting out from the namekian in waves, rippling through the lake with massive power. They began shooting out faster and faster, water smashing against the beach, before vaporizing instantly. Suddenly a massive burst of water shot out of the lake, and the silver warrior's body now laid on the dry remains. He slowly opened his eyes.
The warrior laid there, confused. Where am I? He sat up, confused. The last thing he remembered- he didn't actually know the last thing he remembered. He of course remembered his life, his father's murder, his planets brutal destruction at the horrid alien's hand, his rise to warrior caste leader and his short time in charge- then nothing. It was like he had simply disappeared. He stared at this silver glowing hands, his ki seeming to wake up with him. How long had he been sleeping, his body mysteriously placed in a sleep? How many plot points had he prepared before losing interest in the site? He knew he was no longer the warrior caste leader, that was for sure. As he stared at the sky, dumbfounded, he wondered what he must do from this point. He stood up, his silver ki forming around him as it struggled momentarily against the heavy weights built into his clothes. Slowly he began levitating, his ki flashing as his mind still truly woke up. Finally, he shot into the sky.
The former leader tore through the sky, silver ki wrapped around him. As he flew, something felt off. The entirety of the planet- felt wrong. Something was off. He began flying slower, his ki not flashing so brightly and rapidly. As he flew, in the distance a shape grew. As he approached, finally he could see it clearly. A demonic castle, its darkness seeming to cast a shadow over the entire land. Mazoku. That's why everything felt so off. The Mazoku had grown to dominate the planet, who knew what else they controlled. He instantly rocketed towards the ground, making sure to not make himself so visible. His breathing started speeding up, and he tried to control himself. What had happened in his absence? He feared for the worst, and for his people. He knew he couldn't show himself, who knew what they would do with a former warrior caste leader. He started pacing, trying to decide what his next course of action would be. He needed more info. He nodded to himself, calming himself down. He was a warrior. He couldn't panic about his comatose state in the lake, his disappearance, his missing memories, he had a job to do. He closed his eyes, thinking of the stub on his head where had torn off the appendage. That was a lesson for himself, to always be there, to do what he had to do. Now it was time.
The silver bullet shot low to the ground, until he approached a small village. He got as close as possible before stopping, hiding a distance away. He wasn't sure what to do next. He couldn't suppress his ki, but he still had to hide. He looked around, seeing some sort of discarded cloak on a road in front of him. He quickly shot up to it, putting the green cloak on to hide his face, and walked into town. It was time to learn what had happened.
A lake sat there, sitting underneath the hot sun. Underneath the surface, at the bottom of the lake, floated a body. The body of a warrior. A leader. His body shook slightly, sending small ripples throughout the water. In the namekians mind, dark shadows rocked. His body began moving faster, shaking in a seizure like movement underneath the water. He saw his father's dead body, slashes throughout his body, green ooze pouring from his skin. He saw the dead limp body, and cried out. Incredible pain rocking throughout his body as his antenna was torn off by his own hand, his pure rage at himself for failing to be there scarring him for life. His whole life flew at him, tearing his mind asunder as he screamed mentally at the pain. Pain. That's all namekians knew. Their whole body was built for pain, the healing a result of generations of namekians being the ones hurt. The namekians should be strong, their warrior caste proud! Yet they were nothing. He had grown up, aspiring to be one like his father, proudly protecting their race for nothing. What did it matter. Paengi was a warrior caste, one of the strongest of his kind. But when gods descended from the heavens, obliterating everything and everyone, did Paengi make a difference? Did anyone? When his father was slaughtered, marks deep in his body, could he do anything? Their race was a failure. All his life Paengi had tried, tried so hard and so desperately. But for what? For aliens to ruin it all. No matter how strong, some alien would come wipe them out. Paengi had proven himself, becoming Warrior Caste Leader against his own wishes. And what good had that done? Absolutely nothing. He tried so hard for nothing.
The former warrior caste leader's body shook harder, and his mouth tore itself open with a scream. Silver ki began shooting out from the namekian in waves, rippling through the lake with massive power. They began shooting out faster and faster, water smashing against the beach, before vaporizing instantly. Suddenly a massive burst of water shot out of the lake, and the silver warrior's body now laid on the dry remains. He slowly opened his eyes.
The warrior laid there, confused. Where am I? He sat up, confused. The last thing he remembered- he didn't actually know the last thing he remembered. He of course remembered his life, his father's murder, his planets brutal destruction at the horrid alien's hand, his rise to warrior caste leader and his short time in charge- then nothing. It was like he had simply disappeared. He stared at this silver glowing hands, his ki seeming to wake up with him. How long had he been sleeping, his body mysteriously placed in a sleep? How many plot points had he prepared before losing interest in the site? He knew he was no longer the warrior caste leader, that was for sure. As he stared at the sky, dumbfounded, he wondered what he must do from this point. He stood up, his silver ki forming around him as it struggled momentarily against the heavy weights built into his clothes. Slowly he began levitating, his ki flashing as his mind still truly woke up. Finally, he shot into the sky.
The former leader tore through the sky, silver ki wrapped around him. As he flew, something felt off. The entirety of the planet- felt wrong. Something was off. He began flying slower, his ki not flashing so brightly and rapidly. As he flew, in the distance a shape grew. As he approached, finally he could see it clearly. A demonic castle, its darkness seeming to cast a shadow over the entire land. Mazoku. That's why everything felt so off. The Mazoku had grown to dominate the planet, who knew what else they controlled. He instantly rocketed towards the ground, making sure to not make himself so visible. His breathing started speeding up, and he tried to control himself. What had happened in his absence? He feared for the worst, and for his people. He knew he couldn't show himself, who knew what they would do with a former warrior caste leader. He started pacing, trying to decide what his next course of action would be. He needed more info. He nodded to himself, calming himself down. He was a warrior. He couldn't panic about his comatose state in the lake, his disappearance, his missing memories, he had a job to do. He closed his eyes, thinking of the stub on his head where had torn off the appendage. That was a lesson for himself, to always be there, to do what he had to do. Now it was time.
The silver bullet shot low to the ground, until he approached a small village. He got as close as possible before stopping, hiding a distance away. He wasn't sure what to do next. He couldn't suppress his ki, but he still had to hide. He looked around, seeing some sort of discarded cloak on a road in front of him. He quickly shot up to it, putting the green cloak on to hide his face, and walked into town. It was time to learn what had happened.