Trials and Errors (Open) Nov 22, 2017 23:56:48 GMT
Post by Porshen on Nov 22, 2017 23:56:48 GMT
Characters, Setting, and Mood
Character's Present - Porshen, NPC Saiyans
Location - The Slum District of Radittsu
Time of Day - Night
Mood - Pensive and Anxious
Song - Animal I Have Become - Three Day's Grace
Thinking Atop the Tallest Building
Porshen's hands still dripped with the blood of the slain as he drifted high above the slums. His thoughts were conflicted. Tycho's desire to help his people to find the nobler path conflicted with his desire to grow stronger and his Saiyan blood and upbringing. Porshen's programming, rough and unfinished, also had a strong desire for strength yet there was also a sense of restraint, a leftover from his testing, that had him wishing to limit his own killer instinct. In short, he was confused and a little shocked at how easily he had killed once the fire of battle was ignited within him.
As the Bio-Android drifted the sunset's colors faded from purple to deep indigo and finally to what would have been black if not for Radittsu's lights giving the smoggy sky an orange-yellow tinge. In this dimness, he spotted a building towering above the rest of the slums, lit up with a massive neon sign on each of its four glass and steel faces declaring boldly "Groenten Corp: Your Way to the Top". He knew of them and their scam, how they lured people in as soldiers or gladiators and promised them money, training, and a trip to the higher classes. The reality was that all these services were paid for out of the promised wage and that less than one-percent of those that signed up survived long enough to see any advancement let alone a path to the top.
Still, the antenna covered top of the massive structure appealed to him. Thus, he alighted upon the lip of the building's highest level and stood looking out over the hazy shimmer than was the slums below. Porshen tried to let his mind focus on his body and his breath even as his eyes picked out landmarks that his creator recognized far below.
As his thought's finally started to slow he realized that not only was he healed, he was strong. His power had increased two-fold from where it was when he'd exited the lab earlier that day. Such a leap hadn't happened in his testing, was some limitation removed or was it simply that his Saiyan blood longed for real battle instead of endless rounds of tests against unfeeling machines?
He set that thought aside and he noticed that the blood covering him was now dried to a dull ruddy-brown. His clothing was stained the same as his flesh, but he knew his clothing to be durable and stain resistant so he didn't worry about it being ruined. Besides, he thought wryly, even if it were ruined he had no means of replacing it without any funds. In a way, it made him just like those who lived below.
Speaking aloud into a wind that blew stiffly east he asked, "Do I buy into one of these scams and hope his knowledge helps me succeed where so few manage? Do I simply take what I need from those who are already doomed? Is there some other path that I'm simply not seeing?"
His questions faded into the empty air giving no answer so Porshen answered for himself, resolve forming where doubt had once ruled.
"I take from those who would hold these slums down. I go in, already so much stronger than those they're used to, and make them take notice. I use my power, my knowledge, and make them work for me!"
With that settled, he stepped off the ledge and a few seconds later landed with a sidewalk shattering impact in front of Groeten Corp's main entrance. Without missing a beat he stepped through those doors into the black marble and steel dressed lobby where an obviously shocked attendant sat staring at him. Wordlessly Porshen looked past the Saiyan, dressed in his mass-produced uniform embroidered with an orange G, and looked at the building directory behind him.
Finding what he sought he finally acknowledge the attendant and said, "I'll be heading up to see your boss now, you might want to let him know I'm coming."
Porshen stepped out of the elevator on the buildings 7th floor, a surprisingly low floor for the boss of such a notable company, and saw that much like the lobby it was decked out in black and steel but unlike the lobby, it had a rich red carpet and golden flourishes here and there. He also couldn't help but notice that the elevator opened with him facing a large set of red double doors guarded by two Saiyan warriors decked out in the black, red, and steel of Groenten Corp. His scouter flashed up and told him that each warrior was a mere eight-hundred power, so he stepped forward without speaking to them.
They didn't ignore him in kind with the larger mustached guard stepping forward and demanding, "Halt! You don't belong here!"
"You're right, I don't belong here. Will you do something about that?" Questioned Porshen cooly as he began to gather his power.
"H... His power is three-thousand!" Exclaimed the other guard as his scouter locked onto Porshen's rising energy.
The mustached guard's eyes flashed with the hatred of the downtrodden but he swallowed his pride and said, "Go on then. The boss might have time for somebody as strong as you."
Porshen didn't reply as he strode past them and pushed open the large heavy doors.
The room within was much richer and less harsh than the lobby with deeply stained woods complimenting the reds and golds while black took on an accenting role. It was also set up as a lounge with a lavishly covered kotatsu dominating the middle of the room. Seated beneath it was a Saiyan, likely an older one judging by his scars and the way his eyes tracked Porshen's movement.
"Sit," the man said in a calm even tone as he swept his hand over the kotatsu in a welcoming gesture.
Porshen gave a slight nod of respect to the man as he stepped forward. Then, as gracefully as he could manage, he maneuvered his considerable bulk under the luxurious silk kotatsu-gake. The warm beneath the covering was a nice contrast to the slight chill the seemed to seep through the rest of the building.
"Good, you do have manners in spite of your rough looks. Would you like some tea and refreshments?"
"Yes," said Porshen with a delicate nod as he sized up the Saiyan across from him.
His scouter told him that the other man was effortlessly powerful with a power level of twenty-thousand even while seated calmly. He could crush me like a bug and yet he sits and offers me tea. His respect for his would be foe increased further with this realization.
The older man clapped and called out, "Suppon, please bring some refreshments for our guest."
The businessman then turned to Porshen and said, "I am Groenten, the owner of this building and you... You look like an old rival come back from something I'd not have thought possible. I'm curious about that..."
Silence hung for a moment and Porshen replied in a quiet pensive tone, "I am Porshen a Bio-Android created by the late Tycho. I was created in his image and to be his replacement body but he died before he could transfer his mind fully to me. You could think of me as his son or student if my true nature is hard to grasp."
Groenten nodded and smiled.
"That is interesting indeed. Do you come for revenge? I did, after all, play my part in what happened to your father."
"If I came for that I would have attacked you and been defeated already." Stated Porshen matter of factly as a Saiyan women dressed in a fine green kimono set down a silver tray on the Kotatsu and poured him some tea.
"Thank you Suppon, you may take your leave." Said Groenten with an almost fatherly affection.
Turning back to Porshen he asked, "What then, do you desire of me?"
"A chance. Let me take the offer so many others beg you for and prove myself."
"Interesting... Your father knew the odds. He chose another path for himself and used it to get out of these slums and yet you come here and ask for this."
The old man took a sip of his own tea, a rich green tea served just slightly too hot for most palates, "There is certainly more to this but I accept your offer."
"I shall draft the paperwork in the morning. For now, please enjoy these refreshments while I have Suppon prepare your suite."
With this, the Saiyan rose from the kotatsu and exited the room through a curtained doorway to Porshen's left.
Porshen sat and enjoyed his tea and refreshments in silence.
[To be continued]
Power Level: 3,000
Power Level: 3,000