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Post by Zucceta on Feb 24, 2015 18:10:39 GMT
The earth seemed unearthly. We are accustomed to look upon the shackled form of a conquered monster, but there — there you could look at a thing monstrous and free.
The psychotic soldier lay in the deep forest, where sunlight ought find difficulty breaking through the great thicket of colossal foliage, and moonlight had moreso difficulty. It had been weeks since the confrontation with Koramund, and she was in need of a little thinking room. She had been on a break from her troupe, though Zasho and Pipa seemed to be doing there own thing in recent weeks. Orache had been improving greatly, and she was sure that her team could soon make a massive impact on the world. It had also been ages since she'd seen Rain, though she suspected her 'pupil' might be improving himself for their next session, whatever that might involve. But there was still the problem of Koramund, and the psychotic creature's 'master', or rather mistress, Wyntre. Wyntre's people and her own had been at an uneasy truce, and from what she could gather, Wyntre wasn't very fond of the saiyan people, to put it lightly.
Zucceta had searched through her simulator's data banks, and found a rather mocking generation of Wyntre. The user data had been Zasho. What that suggested to Zucceta was her team-mate had run into Wyntre. She had total faith in her team-mates abilities, but Wyntre also had a notable battle power, or so her scouter had told her in the moments before Zucceta had descended to face Koramund; if Zasho had generated a simulation, it was most likely so that in a rematch he could gain the upper hand on the lizard empress. And end her, Zucceta hoped. Still, she had no qualms about having to do so by her own hand.
This was just one of the many things our Lady Death had been pondering in her weeks spent training and surviving in this forest. Zucceta hadn't a peaceful heart, but it was at its most peaceful dominating the natural wilds. Her heavy weights sat comfortably on her wrists, granting her additional strength from exertion and reducing her power-level to a quarter if its maximum.
She was aware that it was the week of the lunar cycle's peak, but the forested thicket barely allowed her a glance at the moonlight this evening. In fact, were her eyes not so accustomed to the darkness from the weeks of experience she already have of this place, she might've literally tripped into the faded, crumbling wall, and rusted iron gate somewhere in the deepest depths of the forest.
She clucks, glancing to either side; the wall, while ruinous, extended for ages either side. She'd been hunting deer, had sniffed one out a mere two minutes ago close to her location, but hadn't expected any constructs to get in between her and her prey. She had tracked the sambar's footprints to the gate, where the animal had managed to squeeze through a crumbled hole in the wall to its left. Zucceta steps back, and glances to either side of the gate, generating a pulsing white orb of ki in her right hand.
The light given off by the ki illuminates the rusted gate to a much better degree; faded red and white symbols, what might be some form of lettering once upon a time, two millenia ago, before weathering and nature claimed back what was rightfully theirs. She raises an eyebrow. Was this some sort of facility, then? Not many private homes had massive symbols painted on the gates, and if the walls stretched much far back, it would be a decently-sized complex.
Zucceta was curious, she had nothing better to do with her time but train and hunt, and besides; she was still tracking her prey. She readies the ki blast that had illuminated the door behind her head, before plunging it forwards; the gate crashes forwards with a great explosion and a rumbling that detonates loudly throughout the forest, loud enough that if a certain military force were nearby they might pause in alarm.
The saiyan warrior lowers her arm, and tilts her head to the right, lips pursed into a curious, open circle. Her suspicious had been right.
The complex had all the hallmarks of being a military base, albeit one two-thousand years ruined. Many parts of it had looked like a tornado had swept through it. Or a saiyan. The great trees of the forest grew out of many of the buildings; the complex would be completely hidden from above, by plane, satellite or other methods of flight. Still, despite all this, many of the buildings were in great condition; scorched, crumbling, but standing. What the hell was this place?
She glances around, before spotting what she had come here for; tracks in the grass. The sambar couldn't be far in this place. Zucceta's eyes dart along the path of the bent grass, before reaching a total darkness in space; a building with an entrance, a door swinging on one hinge. Her prey was within.
And thus Zucceta moves, oblivious to any other parties who might be closing on this strange relic from a legendary time.
Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.
(Heavy weights on, 25% PL. *will work out later if appropriate*)
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 25, 2015 21:14:37 GMT
(Heavy Weights On) (Power Suppressed) (Thread PL: 41,815)
The convoy of tanks and troopers had taken a full day to break through the Fukurou Forest. The trees were thick here in their primordial growths, lofty giants whose kin had never seen the blade of an axman or the serrated saw of a forester. In this densely packed region of woodland, the company’s progress had slowed to a snail’s pace, constantly shifting the armored leviathan of soldiers forward in fits and starts of falling trees and crackling wood.
The men and women of the Blue Banner Army tread warily on this scar they wrought through the ancient woods, their guns and weaponry clutched to their shoulders in active earnestness. There was a certain sense of sacrilege in their pushing into the heart of the Fukurou Forest, and they could all feel it. It wasn’t just the desecration of the innocent realm of nature that yielded such feelings. There was an uneasy feeling of uncovering something forbidden, as if the entire force was digging a well on sacred ground, and finding a demon in its depths.
Still they soldiered through. They had a strong loyalty - bordering on reverence -for their new leader, Administrator Azure.
Many of them were washouts from the rural Mercenary Clans, hoping for a fresh start, or to make a name for themselves among the nascent Volunteer Corps. Others were gangsters of the West, reformed either through a deep respect for Vi-Poi after his reforms of the underworld, or out of fear of his wrath, which was spectacularly unleashed in a pitiless fashion upon those who attempted to usurp him. More still were once normal people, real folks, had joined for other reasons, other fears. The Saiyans had turned into horrific monsters and destroyed the World Tournament in a flagrant act of aggression and disrespect to Earth, and there seemed no end in sight to the encroaching alien menace. The global government seemed unwilling or unable to stop them. When old systems failed, people looked to new systems. It was the natural order of things.
Vi-Poi’s promise to the public was very simple -- there would be actions taken. That sort of simple cause-and-effect reasoning held strong sway over the masses, plucking at prideful strings of vengeance and the human species’ own notions of righteous supremacy over their domain.
The company Vi-Poi traversed the forest with was the cream of the crop and combat ready, General Chartreuse had assured him. Vi-Poi inspected them all as he sat in the back of a lime-colored jeep with the mustached, blonde and hulky General. General Chartreuse was once a Mercenary Clan chieftan, and had many decades of experience in commanding troops in warfare. Vi-Poi’s own databases were not cold on the subject, he had several ancient Red Ribbon Army files still roughly intact on the matter which provided extensive knowledge on tactics, stratagems, organizational and logistical concepts, but he was not afraid to hand the reins to one who the soldiers would see as a natural battle commander. Perceptions were important.
Vi-Poi’s own perception of his cream-of-the-crop company was less than stellar. Though they were earnest, loyal, and committed -and he had no doubt that they would fiercely fight even a losing battle – he had reservations about their ability to compare with a regiment of the presidential guard, or the conventional forces of the global government’s military. Their equipment was substandard. Many wore only the faded blue jumpsuits bought en masse from army surplus stores. Others were protected with more sturdy raiment, what the Mercenaries dubbed fieldplate, mismatched chest pieces and pauldrons of steely metal. Disturbingly, some of their battle armor had bullet holes, scorch marks, and even great rents married with smears of dried blood across the scars where the armor had obviously failed its previous wearers.
Their machineguns were mostly a model generation old, and three of the eight tanks in the company – the eight comprising half of their total armored forces -- had engine problems that caused oil to burn into the air as thick as smoke signals. They had two attack helicopters to speak of now, a recent purchase, but their engineers were still struggling to make them air worthy.
The remainder of his Blue Banner Army, some ten thousand strong and scattered throughout the West, was even more poorly equipped than this company of one hundred. They could perhaps hold on by the skin of their teeth as the asymmetric underdogs in a guerrilla war, but until they improved in readiness there would be little offensive momentum on their side.
Vi-Poi had nearly bankrupted his newly-captured underworld empire and drained all of Lord Ocha’s former coffers in the Western Capitol to fund this army, and it seemed to him that instead of the shining phalanxes he’d imagined, he got a shoestring soldiery that could barely hold itself together.
Still, it would have to do.
“We need to increase funds to the Volunteer Corps.” Vi-Poi told General Chartreuse as they slowly rolled down the fresh road dug into the forest. “I want every company in the Army to be as combat ready as this one within the month. And I want at least three battalions to be at a high enough rating to compete with government troops. I’ve given Staff Officer Fuchsia more detailed instruction, which she’ll relay to you. I’ll lend my processing power for more wire frauds, if need be.”
The mustached General nodded in acquiescence. “At your command, Administrator Azure.”
Vi-Poi nodded and turned his attention to the front. From the frowning shadow of a low wall which dominated the horizon between the trees up a head, he could see that the soldiers were finally breaking through to the old Red Ribbon base. This was, according to Vi-Pois raids and data extraction on other ancient bunkers and hideouts, one of the main lairs of ancient Red Ribbon.
A helmeted scout on a insectoid moped puttered up from the front line of the convoy, waving to Vi-Poi and the General frantically, flagging down their lime-hued jeep. “Sir! Sirs.” She bowed whilst still atop the moped, a strange looking action. “Administrator Azure, sir! We tried to radio, but the walk-and-talk batteries are dying again. We don’t need the tank chains, sir, because someone has blasted open the gates! The char on its fresh and the iron is still smoldering with embers.”
Vi-Poi’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Base gates, blown open? There was no tank tread that they came across, no sounds of gunships or fighter planes in the air, and what would the global military be doing here? They’d never shown an interest in Red Ribbon ruins before. Vi-Poi’s thoughts turned more wary, and he swept his built-in scouter forward. For an instant he thought he detected a very large power within the base, but then his Heads Up Display flickered and the scan vanished. He hmphed. His electronics had been acting strangely ever since they began to near the base. He thought it might have to do with some sort of ambient technology within the base, which was still active.
Relics such as whatever might be interfering with his cognitive systems were precisely the reason why he went to these places. Red Ribbon had many secrets, secrets he intended to uncover and claim as their rightful successor.
“Halt the company. I will go investigate this myself.” Vi-Poi said, standing from his in the limey jeep.
“But sir!” General Chartreuse protested in a whining fashion. “What if there’s something dangerous in there? Don’t go alone, I beg you! Take me and a platoon in with you, while the other secures the entrance in case there is more.”
Vi-Poi tilted his head in thought. It could boost the morale of soldiers to accompany their leader on a dangerous mission. “Very well. Bring one platoon up with me, once I’ve entered. Have the remaining setup a perimeter at the gates.” With that he floated out of the jeep, and flew towards the front. He no longer hid his powers among his subordinates. Better that the see him as the ultra-capable beating heart of this organization, to fill their spirits with pride and their spines with resolve.
Some of them gawked at the sight, but most had seen him do extraordinary things before. He landed at the crippled gates, immediately recognizing the signs of ki damage. “Follow me. Warily.” He told the squad sergeant at the front, before moving inside the walls of the old base.
The trees were only slightly less thick here. Nature had shown little regard for the machinations of mankind.
Vi-Poi moved silent as a ghost into the complex, finding the main building quickly, he made his way inside its gaping maw. The door which had sealed it now hung askew only by the thread of a bolt, one crumpled hinge. As the soldiers followed him, and the heavier footsteps of General Chartreuse, he lit a globe of bluish white ki in his hand. The ki gave off a dancing light that lit their immediate surroundings in a pale cobalt glow.
The blue-haired android lead his soldiers through myriad twists and turns with his lantern of ki, noting strange hoof prints in the dust at times, deciding to follow those as they lead into the heart of the building.
A strange sort of squish squish squish sound halted him as he entered and expansive chamber that must have once been a central hub of activity for the building. Vi-Poi lifted the ki ball to his face, and with his ki-guidance systems sent it floating slowly forward into the darkness.
He recognized a Saiyan immediately, from his time with Daiki. This was a woman though, yet no less dangerous looking. She wore battle armor, and her thick black hair fell in wild waves past her shoulders. He couldn’t see much of her face yet, as it was intently observing what must have been a fresh kill – the carcass of some sort of deer lay across the fratured tiling of the chamber, blood pooling from its stomach and around her knees. The strange noise he heard was her hand reaching into that open wound, and yanking out a multitude of tangled guts. A soldier behind Vi-Poi wretched at the sight.
“Hello.” Vi-Poi called politely, letting his ki ball sway back under the control of his palm. He walked towards her, his troops instinctively staying behind as he walked to greet the alien. “I’m Vi-Poi, leader of Blue Banner. We come not to fight. We seek knowledge of the past here. I plan to extract information from the dormant computer systems here, if I’m able.” He explained, examining the Saiyan with his large blue eyes. “I hope that I have not disturbed your efficient hunting.” He added, giving a hopeful smile.
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 1, 2015 16:28:05 GMT
The saiyan walks into the unhinged void, the door creaking and swinging on it's rusted hinge, banging the wall ominously in the wind. Her armored boots clanged against the sudden metal of the floor. She pauses, hearing no movement from within. She hadn't spooked her quarry with the noise, although she might well have easily been able to catch the prey with her advanced speed. Breathing a sigh of relief, she levitates into the air with her casual mastery of ki.
Her scouter beeps, then crackles with a spark of smoke from her ear. Her eye glances to the machinery 'pon her face, wincing at the sudden heat by her eye. It'd suddenly detected several notable power levels close by, and then decided to die. She tuts. She'd be able to fix the machine back at the ship, but the thing must have been damaged during one of her previous encounters and only now decided to crash. It figures. She didn't even bother considering that there might be some energy field surrounding this strange relic from a bygone era.
Her eyes adjust to the darkness fairly well, though it is unnatural compared to the natural shade of the moonlit forest. Her ears can't help but notice what seems to be a strange mechanical whirring at the heart of the complex, but she ignores it. That could come later, after her feast.
She floats silently through the abandoned headquarters. It was like an ancient monolith to a dead time. The walls were encrusted with dried mould, and dust littered the floor like dirty snow. She could track the deer's progress in the dust, her eyes attuned with the skill of an ancient hunter. The only occupants of this great building had weaved great silky webs atop the ceiling to the wall, of which Zucceta ducked beneath. Despite the fact that the door to the building had been falling open, the air tasted stagnant, as if left to linger for thousands of years, and was cold on the skin; the sun hadn't kissed it for a millennium, and nor were there radiators or lights to supply any false heat. The paint on the walls was beginning to curl and flake with age; it was only a miracle they hadn't completely gone. It was a surprise that the stairs, or indeed the whole building, had yet to succumb to the demands of the Earth's gravity or rapidly encroaching nature.
Were Zucceta a human, she might've expected to see a ghost, some spectral vision floating through the empty shell of a complex. She might have left, her heart pulsing with fear-induced adrenaline. They might have felt there was something atmospherically evil about the place.
Instead, she intently followed her quarries' tracks, right into the central hub of the ancient base.
The room was expansive, and filled with empty black mirrors - dusty screens, ones that would have been used to plan, communicate and strategise. Zucceta noticed none of this in her one-mindedness; all she could see was the limping form of the deer. It must have hurt itself in the building; the trail had begun to feature spatters of blood. Zucceta floats silently into the room, but her presence must have disturbed the deer; it glances in her direction with wide, dark eyes. It gutters a low growl in Zucceta's direction, angry, sad. It moves away, knocking over a chair, grunting, as Zucceta moves silently closer, swiftly.
The doe bleats softly as Zucceta takes its head in her hands and twists. The bone crunches with a satisfying crekk that resonates throughout the room. The deer collapses, blood pooling from its mouth, instantly destroyed but for a final pitiful bleat that may just have been gas escaping from its gut.
Zucceta watches it die, her face neutral and without remorse. She was a hunter, this was her prey and it was just the way the world turned. In her right hand, she generates her Razor and pushes it into the deer's gut, making a hole for her hands. Blood splashes against her knuckles and wrist as she extinguishes the energy blade, before reaching into the hole and wrenching. The skin distends, splits and tears, a organic ripping sound echoing out as more blood openly flows across her fingers, knuckles and wrists.
Once the wound is sizable, she reaches in, fingers feeling the warm, sticky comfort of the creature's intestinal organs. Smiling to herself, she pulls them out, slapping them against the dirty floor with a wet smacking sound. Her stomach growls. Her face and armor are splashed but blood and organic detritus, flecks spurting off the intestines as they continue to pile on the floor.
She was too engrossed in her grim desolation of the doe's innards to immediately notice the light shining in the corridor outside her, but quickly saw the room illuminating. She twists around, eyes widened and lips peeled back, baring her white fangs like the beast she truly was. She raises a hand, prepared to end the threat immediately, flesh visibly caught in her finger-nails.
Her vision falls on a slender, blue haired teenager generating a ball of energy; the light source which had disturbed her. Behind him were at least a handful of soldiers, from their attire and weaponry; one looked at the scene of devastation Zucceta incurred in her hunt and barely kept it together, holding down his dinner with all of his concentration. Zucceta chuckles, lowering her arm but not her guard as the young android begins to speak.
When he finishes, the saiyan mercenary stands up. She wipes her hands on the sides of her armor; despite this, they are still red and caked with dried blood.
"What kinda name is Vi-Poi?" She chuckles, wiping her mouth and smearing blood across her left cheek. She is silent for a few moments, staring at him and then looking past at the handful of soldiers, most of which were quaking in their boots. "You're some sort of military faction, I can tell by the choice of weaponry, but your equipment is poor, used or degraded, and these men are barely trained."
"'Blue Banner'. What is that?"
She glances at the deer. "If this 'scene of devastation' is too much, how do you expect to win any fights?" She chuckles.
She glances about the room, running her tongue about her bottom lip. She would humour them, for now. "Go'on, then. Fire up your computers, Blue Bannersmen." She folds her arms, gripping the opposite limb with her hands, and steps aside. It was a mix of intrigue and playing around with her new 'prey' that made her allow this.
But they'd be fools to drop their guard.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 15, 2015 7:13:54 GMT
Vi-Poi blinked slowly at the Saiyan’s mocking words. This was a dangerous being, one obviously used to violence and the brutal ways of her people. She was also the strongest of her race that he’d encountered to date. He would have to treat her with caution. He quietly gestured to General Chartreuse, who immediately moved back along the line of soldiers. He knew what it meant. Head back to the perimeter. Warn the troops to hunker down as best they could, just in case. A strong Saiyan could wipe out an entire unit as easily as snuffing out a deer. It was a dark thought, but these were dark creatures.
Vi-Poi spoke carefully. “It stands for Virtual Poi. I am an artificial construct, of my own design.” He explained, then nodded at her assessment. “We are meager company, but growing. From what I’ve read, Saiya-jin might appreciate the notion of rustic warriors rising up against their oppressors.” His blue eyes studied her carefully as he motioned for a pair of Science Corpsmen to come forward. Their faces were bloodless with terror, but still they came when beckoned, bringing forth a heavy machine topped by a horizontal antenna – like a weathervane, near enough. With the flip of a switch and a series of boops, the machine slowly came to life. Its antenna wiggled about for a moment before pointing towards one of the larger consoles towards the shadow-soaked back wall.
Vi-Poi nodded to the others to stay behind and walked with deliberate caution towards the computer, ready to move at a moment’s notice. “You may have noticed on your device that there is a high level of signal attenuation. This computer seems to be responsible for the loss.” If allowed and without interference by Zucceta, Vi-Poi would bring his fingers over the input panel of the semi-dormant mainframe. By emitting his ki field in an extremely gentle fashion, he would be able to sense the on-off states of each microcircuit. Using his supercomputer brain and his database knowledge of Red Ribbon computer architecture, Vi-Poi was able to create a probability state on just what sort of data had existed on this damaged machine. It was a technique he had done several times now, and after several recovery missions, he had nearly perfected. He was able to compensate for worn circuits, and created a stable rendering of what it might be.
“Interesting.” He whispered to himself, before turning to Zucceta. “This entire facility was once a focal point of Red Ribbon operations. The signal loss was due to a broadcast interference regime, no doubt put in place during a long-ago emergency. Perhaps the very same one that destroyed this compound.” He told the Saiyan warrioress. “Have you ever heard of Red Ribbon? They were a formidable group, brimming with bright minds.” He tilted his head back towards the deer. “I suppose the hunt brought you here, but perhaps we can uncover its secrets together?” Vi-Poi asked, his circuits still hot with energy.
It was wise to be cautious around a Saiyan covered with blood.
(Feel free to start givin him a butt-kickin, if you want )
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 15, 2015 16:02:36 GMT
Zucceta clucks her tongue against the bottom of her mouth. She wasn't new to the concept of robotic beings; there were many of varying degrees of intellect and autonomy within the saiyan empire. Zasho's own scouter had a controlled artificial intelligence that he referred to as 'Ayleen'. Zucceta had to deal with him flirting with his scanner upon his face every day, in a mix of amusement and annoyance. Still, there was a little she could insinuate about his origin, if only from his introduction. "For there to be a 'Virtual' Poi, then surely there needs to be an 'actual' Poi?" She chuckles, a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. It might be something that other saiyans might have missed, but Zucceta had actually a reasonable intelligence and knowledge despite her brutality and psychosis, a modicum of insight. She was also far more talkative than her peers... or Zasho at least. He used his body and muscle to talk for him. She attempted to at least exercise her brain.
On occasion.
She grins at his second statement. "You'd be right. But I'm not sure that most Earthlings would consider their unified government oppressive." She stares at him in thick silence, before continuing. "My own government is different. They're traitorous and cowardly, a virus upon the saiya-jin heart. But no. The earthling government, weak as it is, still serves its equally weak people. I think you've got something else on your mind, electronic echo." She glances at the men and women in uniform behind the android.
The inference behind her last statement was clear: she didn't buy the oppression line. Not one bit. Besides, why would an artificial construct like him be interested? Where had he actually come from? The only way it made sense was if he was created in the exact purpose of... what? Defense? And his creator, or originator's, idea of defense was different to the general consensus. That last part did make sense. The world's army, as it stood, can't face down Zucceta alone. And, to her chagrin, she wasn't the greatest threat out there.
She smirks. "I think they've all bought the line you've fed them," she speaks loudly, motioning to the soldiers behind Vi-Poi, her voice echoing harshly through the room, brusque and low for a female. As she motions, drops of blood flicks from her fingers and spatters the floor.
Returning to his next statement, she frowns. "My scouter gave out when I came too deep into the complex, if that's what you said. I don't understand all of your technological goobledegook."
She chuckles. "Red Ribbons. Blue Banners. I think I'm seeing a theme here," she pauses. "No. I've never heard of them. Are they a well-known group on this planet?" She glances about the room, looking at the years of decay. "I can't imagine they're well remembered, or else this place would be a museum. Why do Earthlings obsess with the past, Virtual Boy?" She says, her voice hiding a ruthless malice beyond a childish inquisitiveness.
She sniffs. "I've got to admit I'm intrigued." She bends down, plunges her left fist inside the deer carcass, and hoists it over her shoulder. "Let's go explorin'."
(Not yet. The intrigue is real. )
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 16, 2015 6:37:40 GMT
Vi-Poi nodded after her agreement to go exploring, lifting his hand from absorbing the ghost of the mainframe. “There was indeed a Poi. He's dead now.” Vi-Poi said softly before moving to the floor. He let a shower of ki blast a hole into the floor. “Just because humans are weak physically and generally lack meaningful ki abilities, does not mean they are useless, or not worthy of respect. Humans are ingenious creatures, who continually extend their limitations with technology. I represent but a reflection of a fraction of their minds. I may be self-built, but the first androids were devised with their minds. It would be a mistake to underestimate them.” He gestured to the floor and with a shower of ki tore it open. The wound was wide and jagged, and the debris fell for several moments before hitting a faraway bottom faintly.
“These consoles are merely a superficial node to the main control room. I think we will find something more spectacular below.” He harnessed his ki and slowly descended, the strobing whine of his flight resounding throughout the vast, pitch-dark and cavernous room. He slowly lowered himself, listening for Zucceta’s accompaniment, his circuits still hot with wariness, though his a considerable amount of his processor was focused on the intrigue of delving even deeper into Red Ribbon’s heart. Its brain. This was the center of momentous events, whose outcomes still echoed in today’s world. “You must know the past to understand the present.” Vi-Poi said in response to Zucceta’s remark. He lit a small ball of ki to light the way for her. Though he could see perfectly fine in heavy darkness, he was unaware if Saiya-jin biology was as limited as a human’s in that regard.
The bulb of light illuminated their rust-lined surroundings with hushed blue tones. At one time, this entire building had been a bustling center of activity. An immense square shadow along one wall proved to be a massive electronic screen. Cobwebs made sinusoidal patterns along vacant chairs that faced this information board. Vi-Poi waved his hand over the control panel, and, using his own massive energy reserves as a sort of battery and his captured imprint of the machine network architecture, he began to release small electron pulses into the dormant circuitry beneath the computer’s shell.
Slowly and in a random sort of fashion, electronic gridlines began to cross one another. Then they began to fade and fizzle. The ancient computer was being worked by a sort of electric necromancy, one its architecture had never been designed for. Sparks hissed from a nearby breaker from decayed lines failing against the new energy channel, but much of the circuitry in the main computer was made of gold. Gold was extremely non-reactive. It was practically immortal. And so on those auric canals brought to new life and excited by ki energy, Vi-Poi was able to summon the ghost.
The screen buzzed on. A grid formed, and below it, the outline of the continent. “Interesting.” Vi-Poi remarked, peering back for Zucceta. “It’s a map.”
On the screen words slowly formed:
G l o b a l D r a g o n R a d a r
Vi-Poi’s synthetic hackles rose. Could this be a device related to the Dragon Balls?
More words began to appear:
Last login: 748856.081 Days. Welcome back, Commander! …no signal found… Vi-Poi growled in displeasure, briefly forgetting Zucetta’s presence. His first real break on the Dragon Balls since the Timeless Lookout, and nothing! The system must be irreparably damaged. A worse thought – perhaps the Dragon Balls were no longer on Earth, or had been destroyed somehow. Before he ended the flow of ki to the heating circuits lest the melt, more information scrolled onto the screen.
…re-calibrating…new energy wave matrix detected…cross-reference required…host biological data required… Vi-Poi nearly yipped for joy! There was a new master of the Dragon Balls, and he suspected he knew just who’s DNA he would need a sampling of. “Amazing.” He whispered. (OOC: Thought this would be a fine time for Zucceta to learn about the DB as well )
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 18, 2015 15:02:12 GMT
Zucceta tilts her head to the left and continues to stare at Vipoi, before she begins to chuckle and follows the android into the hole he had made. She wondered if his fellow soldiers would follow them into the deepening abyss of the old relic.
As she descended next to Vipoi, covered in drying deer fluid and up to her arm in the animal, she begins to speak, while the android does his act of revival upon those dormant computers.
"Once upon a time, on a dense planet known as Plant, there was a species known as Tsufuru-jin; the Tuffles. They were highly-advanced sentients... one might say almost identical to your own precious humanity, although far more capable technologically." She taps the scouter on her eye. "Records state that they created this technology, although it was later adapted into it's current form by the scientists of a... tyrant.
"They were... unaggressive, and had no internal wars or famine, no plagues, low mortality rates. They lived in fertile regions, in great cities of wonder... much like your humans." She spits the last word contemptibly. "But you see, these Tsufuru-jin had a dark shadow. One fateful night, a ruinous star ship descended from the heavens and crash-landed into one of the planet Plant's great seas. A Tuffle scout went out to see it, and found hundreds of half-starved humanoids." She pauses, glancing at Vipoi, who was busily working with the technology. Still, she believed he was capable of multi-tasking.
"The saiya-jin.
"Our descendants had come from another world, a Planet Saiya from a far-off galaxy, one unknown to this day. There are no records; perhaps it still exists. Perhaps the progenitors of my modern species were refugees from a dying world, from a cataclysm caused by... something, or prisoners, criminals, sent on their way. Perhaps a second saiya-jin race exists out there to this very day. But, that it besides the point of my tale.
"The saiyans were originally greeted with hospitality, but quickly, the Tsufuru-jin colonised our species for their own ends. They made us do the hard-work and kept us in caves on the outskirts of the city. We were forced to wear rags. The true dark heart of the Tuffle species began to show; a dark heart that your humanity probably possesses.
"But our people grew in number, and one day the first true warrior was born; his name was Vegeta. A great strategist and powerful warrior for his day, he unified the saiyan people with his cunning, and we took to open war against our captors. The war was hard, and bloody, with the Tsufuru-jins, with their weakness of body and spirit, resorting to nuclear, chemical and biological warfare which scars the face of the world to this very day, but one fateful night we earned a decisive victory, a co-ordinated strike against their cities under the light of the full moon.
"The saiyans emerged victorious. We established our own city in the ruins their great capital, and renamed the planet in honor of our leader. I would say 'the end', but we all know these tales never truly end." She chuckles.
"The point of my fable is this, Virtual Poi; do not trust men like these humans." She grins. "And never underestimate a saiyan."
You must know the past to understand the present. All too true, Vi-Poi; and Zucceta knew her past, and her present. She had an inkling about the future, too. She wondered if her story even meant anything to the android.
And then the complex's main computer came alive, with hissing wires sputtering white fire, illuminating the curvature of her warrior's face. She stares at the screen, feeling her mouth go dry with... what? Anticipation? She was truly intrigued by what these people were looking for here. She notes Vi-Poi grunting in frustration; whatever the data was reading must not be to his taste.
"A map for what? 'Dragon radar'? These people sought drakes?" She purrs, raising her free hand and resting it on the back of her head, an almost comical gesture from the murderous mercenary. It was an innocent, juvenile motion for a psychotic mass-murderer.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 19, 2015 19:10:30 GMT
Zucceta told Vi-Poi the story of her people, and he listened intently. He raised his eyebrows at the very beginning, intrigued by her story of the Tuffles and their high technology. Could they have truly invented scouters, as her gesture had indicated? It seemed such a ubiquitous technology today. What other Tuffle advancements had echoed across the North Galaxy? The story of oppression and war attached to her informative and expository monologue was interesting as well. Perhaps the Saiya-jin aggression could be explained by this perception as a besieged and wronged species, doomed by others and falsely-maligned by history.
“An advanced technological civilization meeting another less-developed often has drastic and painful consequences for the latter.” Vi-Poi said, attempting to agree with her without conceding the truth of the matter. He would have to investigate all of this, himself. He’d never heard of King Vegeta before. And this was the second time that someone had alluded to the notion of Saiyan strength increasing in the light of a full moon.
“Why should the light of a full moon affect the Saiya-jin and not the sun?” Vi-Poi asked, extremely curious of this idea. “There is some additional starlight reflected from the moon, along with sunlight.” He pursed his lips. “Is it that Saiya-jin have similar peak luminescent properties in their visual chromatic cells as humans, and experience a shift towards blue tones during low luminescence? I suppose that could make a difference in cellular excitement from daylight.” He mused, and waved his hand. “Forgive my curiosity. You Saiya-jin never cease to teach me lessons.”
The origin of the Saiya-jin race had become an item of interest to Vi-Poi. One day, he would travel to this world of theirs, and investigate the truth for himself. Perhaps he would find some remnant of the Tuffles.
At her question about drakes, he smiled. “No, nothing like that. Nor did they seek the Dinosauria clade.” He hesitated, then decided to tell her. Perhaps if he revealed the value of the Dragon Balls, she would not arbitrarily destroy this entire facility. It was the best lead he’d gotten since creation. “I believe this device once identified and located Dragon Balls. They are legendary artifacts, believed to hold immense materialization magic if one is able to find them. I haven’t yet sussed out their working.” He admitted, somewhat chagrined at his piecemeal Red Ribbon files on the subject, “But I assume that with more Dragon Balls gathered, this materialization property will increase proportionally. The Radar has found that these magic foci still exist, in some changed form.”
He glanced sidelong at her, awaiting her ridicule. Magic was often thought a dead art, a fable even. Vi-Poi valued skepticism, but had seen magic operate with his own eyes. Magic was a power far greater than ki. Ki operated within the bounds of physical law. Energy. Mass. Proportion. Time. Distance. Magic seemed to behave outside of all bounds, at least, all physical bounds, and was only limited by its own laws.
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 20, 2015 21:01:34 GMT
Zucceta smirks at Vi-Poi's curiosity. "I believe it has to do with the property of the light once it is reflected from the moon, yes, and it encourages the production of a certain protein in the tail, almost like... photosynthesis, but with rapid production of the chemical needed to transform into a Great Ape; although I don't know the specific science so well as you do, tin man."
She folds her arms. Vi-Poi's own inquisitove nature had started a rolling train of thought in Zucceta's own mind. What was it precisely about the blutz waves reflected from the moon that triggered the saiya-jin transformation, and...
Could it be artificially replicated? She ponders. There was a school of thought back on Vegeta that, once upon a time, a great warrior with a scientific mind had figured out how to replicate the Blutz Waves required for the transformation by utilising a ki technique that fused with the atmosphere. But any modern attempts to replicate it had met with failure. Perhaps, with study into Vi-Poi's terminology, Zucceta could unlock the secret behind it, a hidden weapon to add to her arsenal against the encroaching waves of power that she sought to best. She grins to herself maliciously, eyes still set on Vi-Poi.
Her smile begins to turn to a frown as Vi-Poi reluctantly explained the meaning of the radar. "You mean, some poor dragon...?" She started, before listening to the rest of what he had to say about the device. They were artifacts of great power, or so he believed. She rolls her mouth to the right side, almost petulantly. "I would call the idea absurd, but these people here obviously gave it weight, and so do you; you're one of the more intelligent people I've met on this backwater swamp, so I'll suspend disbelief momentarily." She chuckles, regaining her jaunty attitude.
She begins to muse on their nature. "It might be simpler than you think, mister robotto. In essence, what you're saying is that these 'balls' are capable of bringing... something into the world, correct? And that they gain power proportional to the amount gathered?" She pauses. "Perhaps it requires all of them to properly activate. Hence... this machine to find them." She motions to the screen, forgetting momentarily that Vi-Poi wasn't an ally but a potential enemy. Still, it felt stimulating for once to have some intellectual conversation.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 21, 2015 6:13:45 GMT
Vi-Poi hmmed. There was a hormonal gland in the Saiya-jin tail that caused rapid metamorphosis. Several species of Animalia on Earth – and other planets, he understood – were metamorphic in nature, but he was unaware of any that were capable of reversing the cellular differentiation. Related items began to click into place in his processor. So, it was through the light of the full moon that the Saiya-jin transformed into these Great Apes and wrecked the World Tournament. “Does this Great Ape metamorphosis come with a change in behavior?” Metamorphosis was often accompanied by changes in animal behavioral patterns, along with heightened cell growth and a pubescent mass gain. Obviously these Great Apes increased their size and changed their appearance.
For the second time in a short while, Vi-Poi silently chastised himself for a lack of knowledge on the subject. The net was brimming with footage, analysis, and witness testimony of these Saiyans during their metamorphosis. Any number of useful facts might arise from a more thorough investigation.
At her using upon the Dragon Balls, Vi-Poi nearly sprang up on his feet.
“That’s it!” He exclaimed happily, beaming. Forgetting himself with a bubble of very humanlike excitement rising from the fractured psyche that dwelt in the depths of his programming, he moved to clap his hands on her shoulders. He may have had to reach up to attempt the grasp, as Vi-Poi was shorter than the average person. Should Zucceta not throw him off, dodge, or otherwise push him away, he would quickly remove them after realizing, and apologize profusely for the outburst before adding, “It must be what the Three Wishes are connected to! A summoning… and all focii must be present, yes. These are wishing stones." He stroked his chin thoughtfully, “I didn’t think there would be an actual Dragon emerging from them. Perhaps so. Or a Demon in disguise? They can assume many forms, some of them.” He hmmed, already lost in his own thoughts once more.
A chirp of static on a small bulb of steel hanging from a cord around his neck broke this concentration and heralded the worried questioning of General Chartreuse. “Are you there, sir? Is that… that Saiyan…” The General’s baritone rose in squirmage. “…still with you?” He finished in a whisper, though it would be perfectly audible to Vi-Poi and probably to Zucceta as well.
The android nearly sighed. He would have to oversee the channeling of audio directly to his cochlear synthetics to avoid these sorts of embarrassing moments.
“I’m fine, Chartreuse. Pull the troops back a bit further, and bring in the Science Corps research bots. I’ve found something I want analyzed down to the attometer.” Vi-Poi said.
“Were you at the World Tournament?” He asked quietly, after a moment. “I hear the Saiyans made quite a spectacle there.” He said, his large blue eyes studying her keenly. She had all the battle raiment and stance of an accomplished, no-nonsense, utilitarian fighter. She would probably be one without scruples, and who would fight to win. He admired that level of efficiency in a warrior. The gear-spinning wubble of the hovering repair drones began to sound through the large space as they entered the building. He was surprised that the encounter with this proud and strong Saiya-jin had gone so peacefully, for now. His social algorithms were still more than a bit nervous of things going south as humans said. There was more information gathered on the Dragon Balls here than in all his past Red Ribbon sites combined.
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 21, 2015 21:46:20 GMT
Zucceta scratches the back of her head. She didn't feel uncomfortable telling Vi-Poi this information, but she was wary. Still, the information wasn't of much concern to her, personally, and she didn't care much for her own species beyond as a means for her own personal strength. "For most saiyans, the transformation, while greatly increasing the inherent strength of the species, makes them lose their conscious mind, reverting to an aggressive 'beast-mode', if you will. The best warriors of our kind, however, have trained themselves to retain consciousness in the form, although it often feels like a lucid dream, with heightened aggression." She chuckles. "Surely you have more intelligence on my kind than... nothing at all?" She shakes her head, curling her fingers inside the deer carcass. She knew a heck of a lot about the Earthlings, but they knew almost nought about her kind. Some research about the 'next big threat', her people, was surely required, and yet Vi had shown an ignorance she hadn't expected.
She was taken by surprise by his 'eureka' moment. She hadn't expected him to be so bold as to grab her shoulders. She feels a blush move across her face, as she balls her one free hand into a fist. "I'd suggest you remove your person from my person, tin-man." Once he does so, she frowns, although inwardly recovering from her embarassment and revelling in a certain amusement. Vi-Poi's usual demeanor had been replaced by something more childish. "Wishing stones, eh? So these balls summon up a dragon, and you get a number of wishes." Interesting.
Very interesting.
When Vi-Poi's associate contacted him through the talkies, Zucceta remained silent for a moment, before bursting out into rambunctious laughter at the general's pitch. "Tell him it takes a lot to make me bite," she purrs, enjoying the menace that she portrayed without even really trying.
"No, I wasn't around for the tournament, although I've since heard about some of the messes made. It's a shame; if those Apes hadn't been so loud, then I doubt this planet would be so prepared for... me." She muses, darkly.
"Of course," she starts, idly, "you realise I can't let you use this facility, right? If we're to be hunting for these balls, then we'll need a level playing field."
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 23, 2015 20:18:37 GMT
Vi-Poi was gladdened that he hadn’t received much chastisement from his outburst beyond a clenching of a fist and a flushing of the face. Through all her gruffness and relative savagery there seemed to be something of a fairness within Zucceta, or at least, a moral compass. Which directions the needle moved, Vi-Poi did not know. He’d have to learn more about Saiya-jin culture in the coming months, he decided. It was an awful gap of knowledge.
“I know very little of your species, to tell the truth. I know more of the Namekians, for example, as they’ve been in more… habitual contact with Earth than your Empire. Whatever information exists on the Saiya-jin within our globe-net is often distorted by wild speculation in the media and among individuals. Your race inspires dread and fear, and that causes misinformation. It is an unfortunate quality of humans to further warp their perceptions of people whom with they are unaccustomed.” He watched as the data recovery drones slowly put-puted into the eddying light of his ki lantern, going to task on the console and the reawakened grid.
At Zucceta’s last words, Vi-Poi stiffened, his eyes widening. He turned on his heels. "You can’t think to destroy this.” Vi-Poi said. He gestured to the computer console and the large grid of the Global Dragon Radar. “This represents, in all likelihood, the largest cache of digital knowledge on the Dragon Balls in the entire world. And you mean to destroy it?” He lowered his head, blue locks half obscuring his gaze. “It would be easier to share with you the technology. That is the way of your species, is it not? To exchange use of force bargains for technical knowledge. With this information at your disposal, you will have a leg up on virtually everyone else in the world. Many do not even believe this magic exists.”
Vi-Poi let his offer hang in the air, quietly charging ki into his extremities as he awaited a response.
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 29, 2015 14:55:26 GMT
Zucceta's morality pointed to the North, but her North might better correlate to an earthling's South. She abided strictly to the morality of her people, to a degree that even her race did not matter; what mattered was strength, a warrior's spirit, and the thrill of fist-'pon-flesh. Unlike the average saiyan brute, she had taken an interest in her species past, and knew of it's origins, and even pondered upon what had made them who they were. But she was proud of herself and her culture, and did not see that it was wrong; and who was to say it was? Life was fickle and flesh was chemical. If you were weak, you died, and the chemical composition moves back into the earth.
If you were strong, you lived, and your legend blazes. There was a reason no-one remembered the Red Ribbon Army any more.
She chuckles, placing her free hand on her lips. "Shh, little robot. Have I not just told you what happens to saiya-jin when they 'unite' with other people? Subjugation." She drops her hand to her chest, and points it at the young android. Her fingers unfurl, each digit seeming to extend in slow motion, each a tiny pink snake filled with energetic malice, the palm of her hand beginning to glow with red heat. "You must think me dumb; you would NEVER share your wisdom with a saiyan. The way your troops act, they know of my kind. One might assume something about your group from this. If I were to pursue these balls with you, you'd manage to find a way to kick me out of the bargain." She drops the facade of friendliness and jovialty, all hints of a smile dissipated; "I will NOT be SUBJUGATED ANY MORE!"
The ki begins to extend from her hand, buzzing and whirring angrily, as the saiya-jin grows increasingly worked up. The red energy pulses and bounces about her fingers, the ground beginning to shake as an aura begins to extend from the point of origin, a malevolent feel if any should be able to sense intent in her energy. This was true destructive power, intent on detonation. "If you want any fucking soldiers to survive, you'd best get them out this instant, robo-boy!"
But I think you care more about trying to save this tech than a handful of cattle. Its all for the cause, right?
(Charging Warhead, current 100% of... 57kish)
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Post by Vi-Poi on Mar 29, 2015 20:16:51 GMT
Vi-Poi’s blue eyes widened in surprise as the Saiyan warrioress’s mood suddenly darkened. Blood-red ki shimmered on her hand, and her power level began to soar. “I will share my knowledge with any who will agree to mutually beneficial relations.” Vi-Poi answered her, but he knew that there was no further use. She was going to destroy this place, this computer, this treasure. Even if he tried to stop her, he doubted he could succeed, and even if he did, the facility would certainly be irreparably damaged in the process.
“I will not fight here, as the objective will be destroyed in either case. Take the computer cards, and keep them for your own uses. I hope we meet again, under better circumstances.” Vi-Poi said in resignation, dismissing the robots with a wave of his software. He ordered all Blue Banner forces to retreat to the regroup point miles back into the forest. He could already hear the tanks and the forest-clearers making reversals over the comm channel. There was no use in pressing them into a meat grinder such as Zucceta, all that would end with is a pile of corpses.
He charged his kiai and shot up into the air as fast as he could fly, bursting headfirst through the ceiling and then the roof of the complex, erupting into the open sky. He overlooked the site, watching as his soldiers around the perimeter were quickly dissolving into the forest. His forward team was running from the complex grounds, pumping legs at a frantic speed. He could make out the image of General Chartreuse huffing behind them, bringing up the rear. Vi-Poi orbited in his perch, waiting for the detonation of the fierce Saiyan’s ki. He would safeguard his troops as they retreated, then leave himself. Zucceta had been wrong about something – his nascent soldiery was of more importance to him than the computer terminal. And he’d already stored the image of its ghost, besides.
(Ready to wrap up if you are, though if you want a brawl I'm also game (Or give Chartreuse a cybernetic makeover XD . Lovely thread, Zucc, let me know if you ever want to start another, lookin' forward to it )
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Post by Zucceta on Mar 30, 2015 12:57:25 GMT
See how the skulls we build
". . . Liar." She hisses through feral razors, her energy blast surging in size and power with her words, illuminating the room in a deadly neon crimson. Never had an occasion been that one had 'shared knowledge' with saiya-jin that hadn't ended poorly for her own people, in one way or another. Insight was slavery and repression. In her hand, a ball of violence unfettered by human morality, was the pathway to freedom; mastery of one's own body to be capable of defeating all the rest, the only true pathway.
"Fare well, Virtual Poi, and prepare yourself well for the coming days." She murmured to the retreating bio-android. "Because this is a time of war." A time of war, and if you think I'm going to fall to my knees then you're wrong. I will stand until the end.
Fill all the towers we build
Vi-Poi shot into the sky with an explosive wave of energy that blasted Zucceta's hair and tail, causing several of the rotting desks and computers in the main-frame room to crash over and burst into pieces. She can't help but to offer up a low, humourless chuckle to herself. She could hear the grumble of tanks and shouting, distant fearful cries to move, now! and so-such... and then silence.
Silence, but for the energised buzzing emitting from the attack charging in her hand and fingers, silence but for the steady beating of the mechanical heart at the center of this complex, like an ancient ghost trapped in a machine, unable to move on from the world as it was in the long-distant past, a time from whence the world had moved on. Zucceta was doing it a kindness, ending the life of this machine which should have died a long time ago, as nature's great unfeeling tendrils overcame the wreckage of the Red Ribbon facility.
She waits in the quiet gloom and closes her eyes, letting the mechanical beating of some ancient machine fill her mind, considering the moment of clarity, before she moves her hand brimming with energy down against the floor and releases the great, churning blast.
It crashes through the floor with an agonising scream, bursting through layers of metal, wood, wire and plastic with ease as it screeches to a crimson conclusion, a roaring wave of pure, raw destruction that slams against the earth and then
Crash down fury red
whiteness.
As the world looks elsewhere, an old ruin is engulged in a great white explosion, that wrenches ruined concrete-from-foundation and tree-from-root. Any of Vi-Poi's soldiers closest to the facility would have been wrenched from their feet, not by the explosion itself but from the air-blast following it. They would be sent against each other, into trees, breaking, broken, bloody, lifeless. The more fortunate ones would look in horror at the true destructive power of a saiya-jin warrior.
And then the explosion fades, and all that is left is smoking grayness, plumes of great burning cloud beginning to choke the sky.
A single figure stands amid the ruins, renewed sunlight bursting through the smoke, and into this newly-forged clearing and in the forest. And she re-affirmed her promise to stand until the end, as she flew into the air with a light burst of ki, off to eat her lunch as if nothing important had happened.
Cracks in our hearts and heads
(Fin! I loved this thread! Chartreuse can keep his hand! PL pl0x (heavy weights/lmb/interaction))
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