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Post by Peis on Mar 7, 2015 3:25:34 GMT
A Broken Pride - Peis was a broken man, his energy entirely sapped from his body and his lifeblood slowly spilling onto the sand, soaking and staining it deep crimson. His blue and purple armour now included random patterns of red, with pale bone slicing through at a couple of limbs. The paralysis had returned, his crooked spine leaving his body a fleshy rag-doll. A limp, broken right arm loosely clutched a damaged scouter, it's green visor cracked and missing pieces. Blood dribbled down his lips and off of his chin, collecting in a small pit that had already over-saturated. Other than the bloodied figure, the island was an untouched paradise. No more than one hundred metres wide, with the same length, it formed an almost perfect circle, a yellow beach surrounding a sparse jungle of palm trees. Birds of tropical blues, greens and reds littered one side of the island having being scared off the other by the injured intruder. Other birds decorated in muddier browns and blacks circled above, sensing a potentially easy meal. Amphibious animals retreated back into water, fearing the bleeding Saiyan, still maintaining a careful cordon around the maroon trail leading from his abandoned pod. The smaller water dwelling creatures scattered as bigger creatures arrived, thirsting for the blood.
Peis had resigned himself to his fate now, and despite the huge pain he felt through his entire body he felt strangely at peace. He decided he need not rage and scream, no one would hear him this far out anyway. There were no signs of civilisation in sight, or the entire planet for that matter. He hadn't been paying that much attention when he was crashing though... Maybe there was a chance he'd be rescued? No, he thought, I mustn't fight it, I mustn't die a coward. He'd die a warrior, and join Parsnap and Korn alongside his crew. He smiled at the thought, before the searing pain forced him into a frown again. Deep inside, however, something must have been willing him to survive, a small part of his conscious playing on his hunter's instinct, as subconsciously he kept attempting to raise his power level, his last beacon of hope. The little voice inside him begged for a saviour as blackness started to flicker in his eyes. He mused of ways he could apologise to his crew without embarrassing himself. His conscious battled to be heard, but even in the serenity and silence he felt within his head, he chose to ignore it. He thought of all the trivial things he'd wanted to do as a child, all those he hadn't achieved and more importantly all those he had. He'd travelled, fought, trained, pirated, the list went on. Settling down was one thing he'd never experience, but now with hindsight on his side he realised what would be the fun in that anyway? With memories flooding the mind, the conscious had to scream louder and louder to be heard, but still to no avail. It had to think of some way to save its host, or it would perish with it. Time was running out as Peis closed his eyes for what he planned to be the last time. The voice went silent as the memories began to fade, before uttering one final word.
As Peis' eyes shot open, this word echoed through his mind. He realised he had purpose, he had meaning, he had a contribution he had to fulfil. He couldn't lie here and die alone, his corpse lost forever in sand and the guts of the birds circling overhead, his entire legacy amounting to a crossed out name on a Saiyan's wanted list. He had to fight, and he would survive. This was the warriors way, he had been wrong, lying to himself and acting like a coward the entire time. To get up, stronger and better than before, he owed it to himself and all his friends. He would pull through and thrive. He raised his power level further, and his beacon shone with a brighter flame. The word still reverberated in his head, and he wished it to never stop, for it had given him drive and determination. He pictured the word, its meanings, its values and what it mean to him. What he knew he would achieve one day. Vengeance.
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Post by Liang on Mar 7, 2015 22:05:55 GMT
[Heavy Weights ON]
Another trip to experience the world came another journey of new experiences as Liang walked along the sandy shores of one of the southern islands, having been camped there for a little over two days. The most of his time had been spent working on the meditation methods taught to him by Daiki, desiring to further his degree of control and manipulation of his own ki. He hadn't eaten much as he'd been practicing his form, allowing him to sink into deeper and deeper states of a tranquil mind and somewhat ignore the distractions of hunger. He'd brought supplies, but not very many. So far he'd made some pretty great progress, and ideas were beginning to form on how to utilize his control of energy to effective means; for now, all he had in mind was to keep at it until he found himself inspired enough to find a good usage. He mostly thought about his Explosive Palm, and how he could create something like it...
At least he was, anyway, up until a signal of ki bolted through his mind from elsewhere on the island. He couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but he knew enough to tell the general area. Interrupting his meditative focus, he slowly opened his eyes and rose to his feet to peer at the environment around him. Gauging the strength, he judged the entity to be in somewhat bad shape; the energy he felt was erratic and waning, like a dying creature heaving out its last breaths. He hurriedly ran over to his pack of supplies and slung it across his back, taking off in a sprint before jumping into the air and blasting off into the sky. His clear-white aura trailed behind him like a speeding comet's tail in his rush, and his eyes scanned the landscape below him as he began to circle the isle for a sign of who or what was out here and in dire straits. After a few minutes of perusing the landscape, he lowered his altitude and spotted a figure lying on the ground covered in injuries.
He floated down to the area and began jogging over to the figure before he spotted a tail; this was a Saiyan? At that point, he slowed his pace to a cautious walk as he approached the figure, taking out a bottle of water as he finally arrived at the battered warrior. His eyes took in the fighter's injuries; his armor had been battered through with several deep lacerations and he'd lost a lot of blood. Also factoring in were many of his bones seemed to be broken. A bent spine contorted his body into a mauled-looking mess, while one of his arms hung limp and useless. Looking around, Li soon spotted his pod and wondered who exactly had done this to him. It looked as if the man had received the injuries before even arriving on this island; had he made his trip in his pod in this condition?
He scooted the water bottle within grabbing reach of the warrior, offering him a nod as he looked down to him and grabbed a roll of bandages. ''If you can move, I suggest not to; if I don't stop your bleeding, It is doubtful you're going to make it to a hospital.'' No matter the man's intentions, Li couldn't leave a stranger to die like this, alone and slowly. He'd worry about the possible consequences later. He began tearing off strips of bandages and readying them as tourniquets, while he kept other portions still rolled to allow him to wrap up and pressurize the more serious open wounds if the Saiyan agreed to the treatment.
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Post by Peis on Mar 8, 2015 1:34:12 GMT
The voice in his head cheered louder than anything as it saw the stranger approach. Peis tried to breathe a sigh of relief, but much like the rest of his bodily functions this failed. The stranger looked odd, wearing strange baggy clothes with no sleeves, his clothes sagged as he landed. His white and blue gi camouflaged him against the late morning sky, and Peis attempted to smile as he imagined the imagery of a saviour piercing the clouds, descending from the heavens. As the figure ran closer Peis, however, realised he was dealing with a Saiyan. Two arms, two legs, two ears, two eyes and the ability to fly, he ran a checklist off in his head. Both he and the voice panicked. Most Saiyans were ruthless, uncaring, and if this one was anything like that he'd more than likely choose to put Peis out of his misery, and take pleasure doing so. Slowing, the stranger started to act more cautiously, clearly expecting a trap and checking for threats. The dying man let his hopes drop, and again, this time reluctantly, resigned himself to his fate. Typical Saiyan efficiency, he thought solemnly. The figure reached for something, and Peis knew it was over. He closed his eyes, and prepared for death. He wondered, in the moments that followed, why he wasn't dead yet. Then he started to think, the strange garb, the peculiar lack of a tail, maybe this stranger wasn't a Saiyan. Maybe he was a saviour after all, or even a more sadistic alien. He slowly opened his eyes, hesitant. The stranger was standing over him, clutching a bottle of some form of liquid in his hand. His eyes seemed to be surveying Peis, and he could understand why. How horrible a sight must I be now?, he thought to himself. His gaze went into the water to the pod. This whole situation is pretty strange. The stranger placed the bottle down within reach of Peis, but his paralysis prevented him from grabbing it, no matter how desperate he was of quenching his parched throat.
Noises barraged Peis' ears, distorted and blurred he couldn't make out any of the words. He winced until the man finished talking. His ears stung for a while after he finished talking. He watched the man carefully prepare the bandages, but inside was screaming for him to hurry up. The placement of the water was still unintentional torture to him, having it so close but unable to reach it. The tear of a bandage next to his ear filled his audio with static, and pain flared up in that side of his head. He winced yet again, trying to will the pain away. Bandages and tourniquets separated, the stranger prepared to help, seemingly already identified the areas on Peis' body that most needed attention. He seemed reluctant to start, and it soon dawned on Peis that he was waiting for consent. Unable to move, he hoped the man would go ahead with his treatment - and quickly.
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Post by Liang on Mar 8, 2015 19:23:29 GMT
It took a moment for the young human to realize that this Saiyan hadn't responded, or maybe couldn't at all. He peered down to the water bottle and noticed he hadn't reached out to grasp it, meaning he was more than likely paralyzed. He decided to change the order in how he was going to attempt to his first aid; if the Saiyan had been dehydrated enough, he may lose consciousness soon from the combined shock. As much as he didn't want to move him, he uncorked the old-looking glass bottle of water and knelt down beside the warrior's head. ''This is going to hurt, most likely. As much as I don't want to force you to move in your current state, i've got to keep you hydrated. I'm not sure if you can hear me, but it looks like you can't drink this on your own. I'll be careful.'' He gently slid a hand beneath the Saiyan's head and slowly and slightly lifted it so he wouldn't choke on the water, then poured a few small amounts down his throat before letting his head rest again. He was likely desperately dehydrated and if he gave him too much, he'd over-indulge and choke that way as well.
He couldn't do much about the man's broken bones as he'd only brought out basic medical supplies, but he quickly found a few of the lacerations. The Saiyan likely wasn't going to enjoy this, but the more pressure he could apply to stop the bleeding, the better. He tied the first tourniquet tightly, putting pressure on a deep wound, then paused briefly to let the Saiyan relax and shrug off any pain before wrapping other wounds around it in bandages. He repeated the process which each deep wound he saw, making for a most likely painful but entirely necessary first aid method. Every so often, he'd stop to give him some more water. Being a recluse, Li was having a hard time thinking of anywhere he could take him. He glanced at the pod and wondered where he'd come from, or even if he had brought anything with him for the trip. He didn't want to go through the man's belongings, so he left it alone for now. Maybe the Saiyan would return after his health improved to collect his things?
While he had no idea how to apply splints, the bones piercing through his skin were a major cause of the remaining bleeding. As much as this was going to be painful, if he could stop that or at least slow it, this stranger's chances would improve greatly. He cut off some thicker bandages that would hopefully keep these areas from finding motion, and got to work applying pressure with the cloth as it was tied around the broken bones one by one. After the painful procedure was finished, he'd calm the stranger by giving him a bigger drink of water than the previous. Li began to wonder about the closest place he could take him to, and while he thought, he decided to see if he could speak any after the first aid. ''Can you hear me? My name is Liang, i'm a human. Do you remember anything about what happened to you?'' Hopefully he could keep the stranger distracted if he could reply while Li thought of a nearby medical facility to take him to.
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Post by Peis on Mar 9, 2015 21:31:39 GMT
The water felt like new life as it was poured down his throat, and even as he endured the intense pain as his head was lifted, he judged it was worth it. His neck stung worse than anywhere else in his body, but now that his insides no longer felt like they were about to shrivel up he felt somewhat more comfortable. He felt relieved that the stranger was taking the initiative and treating him, while at the same time hoping that he was bright enough to realise that he was paralysed and wouldn’t try moving his body too violently for fear of long term damage. He seemed gentle enough though, handling his head with care and not acting brashly and rushing the treatment. His body seemed to calm down as it was hydrated, and its functions started to return back to normal. His vision became less blurry, and the man’s voice no longer sounded like white noise. He still couldn’t make out the words, but the sound no longer felt like it was assaulting his ears, which lowered his pain considerably. With his improved vision, he studied the man kneeling over him. Thin, with brown hair matching his eyes, he bore all the facial features of a Saiyan, further confusing Peis. He didn’t look particularly strong to Peis, but he seemed to radiate power in some kind of aura. He looked concentrated, much to Peis' relief.
The man's face shifted to a look of concern mixed with determination as he applied the first bandage, wrapping it tightly around Peis' arm. The pain was immense and he was pretty sure if his jaw wasn't paralysed he would've bitten through his tongue. The man paused, he assumed to let the pain subside, as the agony in his arm started to fade. The pattern continued, the tight bandaging followed by the intense pain. The stranger started to give Peis more water, cradling his neck as he slowly poured the water. Unable to move his head, Peis' eyes tracked the man's gaze across the beach and into the water, guessing he was studying the submerged pod. He cursed. He probably wouldn't be able to recover anything from that.
The man stepped back and started preparing splints, although he seemed hesitant at first, before he got the hang of it. The look of determination never left his face and this bought Peis no amount of comfort. His voice back, as the splint was applied, he screamed. This was the most painful process yet, and he hoped that it was almost over. The pain continued as more bandages were applied. A bigger drink was given, and he gulped it down with pleasure. The bleeding, mostly, stopped, and his condition improved, he could finally make out some of the stranger's words. "Can... me? My name... Liang... Human. Do you... Anything... What... You?" He tried to figure out what he had heard. "Liang" he assumed was the name, and "human" he recognised. A planet? A race? A surname? He couldn't quite remember. Maybe he would when he was healthy again. Looking back up to the stranger, who looked quizzical, he wondered what he was contemplating.
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Post by Liang on Mar 10, 2015 1:55:45 GMT
Liang's expression sank a little with regret; he was direly going to regret having to physically carry this incredibly injured Saiyan, who upon first seeing him, Li believed would have died from his injuries midway through treatment. There was no other choice however. First aid could only do so much in a situation like this. He needed to stay in medical facility, a good one, possibly with a full rehabilitation center to help him adjust to the re-setting of his skeletal structure. It was probably going to take some heavy physical therapy, but he could at least take pride in the face he kept this stranger holding on. He paused for a few moments to view the stranger's expressions. It seemed he'd become more responsive, which bore the crack of a smile on the young human's face. His first aid was doing something, it seemed, but every fiber in his body erupted with guilt over what he'd have to do here. In this Saiyan's condition, there was no time to notify the appropriate medical authorities. It was now or never, and a life hung on the line. With a heaving, guilty sigh, he opened his mouth to speak, the words cracking out slowly which may have made it easier to understand.
''I'm going to apologize to you here and now...if I don't...take you to South City myself...I don't think you'll make it. Be...just be strong, okay? I'm going to get you the help...the help that you need. You may feel great pain now...and i'm very sorry for that. I'm sorry from the deepest wells...the deepest wells of my being. This is going to be painful, but I can't just leave you here. I promise...I promise that, at least, i'll stay for a while and make sure you get treatment.'' With his Master's hammered-in distrust of Saiyans thrown out of the window, what he saw was another being deserving of life. In this crippled, mangled state, only a monster would leave someone to die like this even after an attempted treatment. There was only so much he could do, and by this point he knew he basically had his back against a wall. The Saiyan was so injured he couldn't even speak properly. Eyeing his expressions and body language, it was very likely his jaw was broken as he offered nothing in response. He couldn't care about consent at this point. If he left this stranger here, he was going to die, no questions asked.
''...Forgive me.''
He carefully lifted the Saiyan's head one last time as he slung his travel pack over his shoulder, then gave him the rest of the refreshing bottle of spring water in a slow and easy stream. He counted down from three, nodding as he passed each number, before sliding one arm beneath the stranger's knees and the other to cradle his neck, slowly lifting him from the ground. He winced as he could only imagine the pain coursing through his body being forced to move, but it was not only ugly, but entirely necessary. He floated off of the ground briefly and took one last look at the space pod in shambles before taking off toward South City. While he wasn't entirely familiar with the layout, he did know of a great medical facility within the city limits. He tried his hardest to keep his grip gentle but stable, preventing him from moving as much as possible as he flew through the sky.
''I know it hurts now, but please hang on. Bear with me. I'm taking you somewhere that can help. Even if you can't understand me, i'll do everything I can to ensure you make it through this. You can share what happened if you ever find me again. I'll stay with you for a while to confirm your treatment and wish you luck.'' He awaited a response even though he was fairly positive he wouldn't receive one from the Saiyan in his current state. He at least felt he could comfort the warrior along the trip to the City. After several minutes had passed, the City came into view, and Liang quickly darted his eyes around in search for a hospital.
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Post by Peis on Mar 10, 2015 23:40:47 GMT
A Broken Pride 4 - Peis's heart sunk as he saw the expression on the stranger's face change to despair. Was he too damaged, was he too far gone for treatment? Was he... Was he going to die? He'd only just managed to convince himself that he would pull through, and as far as he could tell from the man's face he had just been sentenced to his death. Suddenly, his face shifted slightly and he started to look contemplative instead. Peis breathed a sigh of relief inside his head. He had hope again. Turn stranger then looked decisive, as he started towards Peis' broken body again. He let out a sigh before kneeling down next to Peis. The broken Saiyan concentrated as the stranger opened his mouth to speak.
''I'm... to apologise.. you... and now...if I don't...take you to... City myself...I don't... you'll... it. Be...just... okay? I'm... to... the help...the help... need. You may... pain now...and i'm... for that... from the... wells...the deepest... my being. This... to be painful, but I can't just... you here. I promise...I promise... at least, i'll stay... while and make... get treatment.''
Straining, his ears began to ache, but still, despite his best efforts, he still couldn't hear all of what was said. "Get treatment", one of the few phrases he heard, excited him greatly as he relished the chance of recovery. He couldn't make much sense of anything else said, other than "City", which implied there was indeed civilisation on this world, which still didn't explain his tribal clothes. He tried to respond, but nothing but a moan and a fleck of blood came out.
''...Forgive me.''
The Saiyan's next words sounded ominous to Peis and he braced himself for pain. As his head was lifted, Peis expected to scream, but he must have gotten used to the pain by now, as all it did was make his body numb. The man kept his flight mostly smooth, but every time he shifted pain shot up in his spine. Luckily, the grip was kept loose so that his limbs weren't affected by the crushing pain they would have been if his saviour was a more rough figure. Soon, the noises of the city reached Peis' ears. He never thought that the angry grumbling of cars and the general roar of the city would comfort him so, but the familiar sounds bought him no end of joy.
''I know... now, but please... Bear with me... you somewhere... can help. Even if... me, i'll do... I can to ensure... it through this. You... what happened... ever find me again... with you for... to confirm... treatment and ...luck.''
As he gurgled a failed response, he wondered where the man would take him.
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Post by Leukocyte on Mar 11, 2015 4:35:18 GMT
Leukocyte sailed over the mountain and lowered to the waters level for a burst of speed. The Blue Banner compound had detected something making planetfall earlier, something that didn't burn up in atmospheric entry and with an irregular mass profile. When he told them that meant nothing to him, they said spacecraft. After the last time he had experience with spacecraft making a landing, he'd chosen to investigate. If another team of aliens wanted to cause trouble, he had to stop them.
Though as he got close, he had to reconsider that sentiment. Smoke rose up and he was fairly certain he saw carrion circling. What had happened was unclear, but it seemed like a safe bet world conquering wasn't on the schedule anymore. Now that he was closer, he could sense two powers on the move. Turning into a roll, he aligned himself on what felt like the proper course. As he swooped over, he could tell the landing had definitely not been gentle - The craft wasn't going anywhere but a scrapyard, from the look of things. Ahead, he could make things out a little clearer. The stronger was a man in simple clothes, carrying the weaker. Luke wasn't the most worldly, but he recognized that battle armor anywhere. But it was weak - So weak, in fact, the man must have been close to death. Which meant he had only one actual course of action to take.
Luke called ahead before accelerating to Liang's side. "Want some help carrying him?" He asked. Still not sold on the wisdom of healing a potential hostile who would only get stronger from recovering, but that wasn't the point.
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Post by Liang on Mar 12, 2015 22:37:14 GMT
Feeling another power approaching, it didn't feel all too familiar. Something about it seemed as much, almost like seeing an acquaintance on the street. Focusing his senses, he kept the reading at the back of his mind as he focused more on the least painful possible way to carry this mangled Saiyan. As of right now, he had two choices, and he wasn't sure which could be the wiser; he could either take him to a hospital and face a lot of questioning and that would be that, meaning he'd likely never see this stranger again, or he could take him to the BBA compound. They had been recruiting lately after his recent joining and enlistment into the KAOS division, and maybe after this one recovered he'd feel a bit of the drive to get back into some action. At the same time, however, it did seem a little jaded of a thing to do. As he mulled over the thoughts in his mind, going back and forth within the walls of his now-taxed skull, the power from earlier's source finally began to come into view. It looked as if one of his BBA comrades had noticed this crash landing as well. He halted to allow his approach as he peered down at the Saiyan.
He was still unresponsive outside of stressed body language, and in all honesty, the compound was a bit closer than the nearest hospital he knew of. His approaching comrade shouted an offer of assistance, and it would likely put a lot less stress on this stranger's body to accept the help. He nodded quickly as he explained the situation while gently passing an arm of the Saiyan with great care to the bio-android. He took the other and put it over his own shoulder. ''They probably picked this up back at HQ, huh? I found him next to a pod, it's completely wrecked into garbage. I don't even know if what's left would be worth the trouble of anyone to salvage. Didn't find any personal things lying around the crash site, either; by the looks of it, he got messed up pretty bad then crashed here in that pod. I thought about taking him to a hospital, but now that you're here my second option of letting him recover at the base seems a lot more wise.''
''The way I figure, if he's thankful for the treatment from med-bay, we could direct him to the boss. If he likes what he hears, we might end up with someone new on board. If not, well...the boss would know what to do.'' He shrugged. Passing up a chance to help someone out in dire straits and score a possible recruit was continuously sounding like the better option. ''What do you think, good plan?'' He shrugged honestly and awaited input as he started slowly moving forward, making sure the battered warrior was equally supported by the two members of the BBA. He shifted his eyes to monitor the Saiyan's breathing, keeping a close eye on his chest and torso. He seemed stable enough to breathe; for now, at least.
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Post by Leukocyte on Mar 13, 2015 1:07:46 GMT
Luke gingerly lifted the arm, letting him do more of the motion to spare the still unnamed saiyan. Very carefully, as a matter of fact since now he had a far better look at his injuries. Up close, he could see the bone clear as day and every little crack and frayed end. Good thing he'd showed up, in hindsight, seeing what looked like unavoidable blood loss. Regardless of his origins, the poor man needed everything he could to go well, right now. He just hoped it was enough to keep him afloat until professional medical aid could be given.
Speaking of which. Liang was on the spot about the BBA readings and why he'd shown up when he did. Didn't seem too happy with the suggestion, though, which seemed odd. But Liang was his senior in several ways, and he trusted his judgement. Even if he didn't quite fully comprehend just yet where he was coming from.
"Sounds fair. I was going to suggest it just because it seemed closer, and I don't think we have a whole lot of time on our hands." Luke replied. "Happy enough to keep him from dying, personally, so I'm easy to please like that." He glanced again at the saiyan, at the cracked and broken armor and the man underneath. What exactly had happened to put him in such a mangled state? Would anyone come looking, now, to ensure the man hadn't evaded a presumed attempt on his life? As far as he knew, the pods didn't crash quite that spectacularly unless someone wanted them to do so.
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Post by Liang on Mar 14, 2015 18:52:44 GMT
The human smiled as his comrade shared the weight and burden of the Saiyan warrior, and relaxed a little as much of the stress from the way he had been carrying him had been lifted. This would make for a lot more comfortable trip for the battered stranger. It was nice to hear his BBA comrade agree with him on his plan of taking the injured Saiyan back to base. Deep down, Liang was more along the path of thinking that it was closer and it would be faster for the stranger to get the treatment he needed, and he viewed a possible recruitment as a bonus. If he did end up signing on, everybody wins. He picked up the pace a little bit remembering time was not exactly on their side, and he'd be pretty crushed if the Saiyan didn't survive the trip because they were too slow. He'd done his best to help him as much as he could, and he would have liked nothing more than to see this stranger's survival through, owing that itself alone to his inner good nature. He nodded as the bio-android spoke, agreeing, before replying.
''I did what I could as far as first aid goes, and I agree the base is the better option. Whether he joins or not, I couldn't just leave him out here to die slowly, you know? I don't think anyone deserves to go out like that. Like you said, i'm happy enough just to see him survive. If he decides to sign on, that'd just be icing on the cake.'' He shrugged simply with a small smile as he continued to steadily quicken the pace, making sure his comrade could match it so they could both carry him safely but efficiently. ''We can move as fast as you're comfortable with; i'll follow suit. As you said, time is a luxury we don't exactly have if this one's going to make it through the trip. I'm ready when you are.'' He tightened his grip a little on the wounded Saiyan for stability, making sure that no matter how fast Leukocyte had decided to move, he'd keep pace while keeping a firm hold on the stranger.
''I find myself wondering who had done this to him, also. It's very clear he wasn't found on that island before I arrived, so whoever attacked him had to have done it before he even made it into his pod. It's likely they left him to die without thinking he'd escape and arrive somewhere else still alive. I feel like an assassin or a bounty hunter would have finished the job before he could have crawled into his pod at all.'' It was unclear what the motivation could have been behind the attack. From the looks of things, being the stranger was still barely clinging to life, it almost made Liang think that whoever had attacked him had done it to convey some sort of message instead of killing him outright.
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Post by Leukocyte on Mar 14, 2015 22:17:35 GMT
Luke gently accelerated, keeping it coming easy enough for Liang to match comfortably. He didn't go at his top speed, though, since he was fairly certain even being in the ki envelope wouldn't spare the saiyan from being squished internally. Just fast enough, but not anywhere near reckless. They would be their in no time.
"Maybe it wasn't a precise sort of thing? Could have been a battle in orbit, and he managed to find an escape pod. Heck, it could have been an accident. Mechanical failure, hitting a satellite or something." Luke guessed. "We'll know for sure once he's awake enough to talk."
"I just hope he's not like the last saiyans I met. No idea what they wanted. Almost killed me, that fight. Had to tangle with three at once, first, then the chief. Still no idea why he didn't help them out when they were fighting."
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Post by Liang on Mar 15, 2015 19:31:19 GMT
Liang tuned into Leukocyte's pacing and matched it after a few moments of adjustment, keeping his tight grip on the Saiyan. The landscape scrolled by beneath them with as much haste as safety could allow. He nodded as the bio-android offered a few more possible explanations for the Saiyan's present condition; while it was possible it could have been an accident, Liang thought it the more unlikely case. The pod, wrecked as it was now, would have at least offered him some degree of protection. It was a metallic shell, after all. He may have been banged up and bruised and maybe came out of the pod injured, but these injuries seemed too precise to have not come from some sort of scrap. He decided to leave the subject alone for now as there really wasn't any telling what had happened until they heard it from the Saiyan himself. Silently agreeing on this point, he continued on the trip with the two of them until Leukocyte voiced somewhat of an opinion on Saiyans as a whole.
''I hope not either. My Master had encountered several Saiyans in his lifetime. At first he was open to the idea of being around them, but as he taught me, he soon learned that they were beings born for destruction and violence and little else. I've met one exception so far, he's a great person. But even if he is like the others, odds are if he tries stirring something up inside the base which would be incredibly unwise, the entire KAOS force has been coming and going lately.'' He nodded in agreement as Leukocyte continued explaining about having fought some before. ''Another prominent thing my Master noticed about Saiyans he'd tangled with is that in the more powerful among them, their pride often clouds their judgement. For example, you'd have had a tougher time fighting that leader as well as the three, but he was so arrogant and prideful he thought he could take you out himself.
As time passed, Liang noticed the trio had made it quite a distance from the islands. He spotted the base not far from the current location, and began decreasing his altitude. Once they arrived, he walked with Leukocyte carrying the Saiyan up to the gate and after a brief explanation to the guards and a confused look, they were let inside. He wasted no time heading straight for the med bay as the onlooking soldiers stared in curiosity.
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Leukocyte
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Post by Leukocyte on Mar 15, 2015 23:55:21 GMT
"That doesn't seem too far off the mark, given what I saw." Luke admitted. Still, that seemed like a horrible way to have any meaningful group working together. Wether it was an army or a society was beside the point, without some level headed thinking making decisions they'd be too busy fighting themselves or their own bungling. Maybe the saiyans owed more to luck for being uplifted than being strong in any sense of the word? Maybe in having such strength, they never needed to develop advanced technology, ironically making their greatest strength a stubborn weakness.
The compound seemed a bit on edge at the sight of the saiyan. A man with a monkey tail was one thing, and enough to inspire concern. A bloody, mangled ruin of a man once garbed in the iconic battle suit used across the stars? With what was left of a scouter fixed still to one side of his face? That would get some stories started, that was for sure. Most of them violent, probably.
The medical personnel made way for both of them easily. While an actual examination would still be done, any idiot with eyeballs could tell the unnamed saiyan needed help and he needed it five minutes ago. Plus, Luke was fairly certain if a KAOS agent came in and asked them to jump, they were obligated to ask how high he wanted. Either way, they bussed him to an empty room, directed by one of the doctors who had clearly never seen anyone quite this badly mauled. His fellows, in the meanwhile, rushed to get tools, set up all the things necessary to do their jobs that Luke himself had no idea what they actually were.
In seconds, swarms of white coated humans crowded around the unconscious saiyan. Words were thrown left and right, terms he didn't have any frame of reference for. They wheeled in something that bent over his chest and began taking scans of what looked like his internal organs on the white-on-black screen. He had to step out of the way of more than one hurried doctor carrying a tray of needles, going into and out of the increasingly cramped room. By this point, it was obvious they were just in the way unless they were trying to treat the patient. It took Luke a good five minutes, but he managed to wriggle his way out of its harried confines and into the hall.
Leukocyte looked at Liang. "I should report this in. If he wakes up and starts a ruckus, signal and I'll be here in a heartbeat."
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Post by Peis on Mar 17, 2015 7:48:59 GMT
Peis was blinking in and out of consciousness as he was carried over the city. At least... At least the pain was fading. After thinking about it however, he realised he didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. Was his body simply getting used to the pain, or was it failing? He tried, but failed to shudder at the thought. When he first saw the second figure he thought he was hallucinating. A beetle body, shining white chitin plate covering it head to toe. Hundreds, if not thousands, of unblinking, circular eyes were indented in either side of its head. The thing was monstrous, the kind of thing his parents had made up to scare him as a child. It must be just that, he thought, an imagined monster. These illusions of his were shattered however, as it scooped up his left arm, and the two started to gently drift along together. He blacked out as he two sped up.
He woke to gasps and gawking faces. White coat clad figures were gathered round him as he was dragged along by his two saviours. Fools, he thought, they've never seen a broken body before? He tried to smirk and chuckle, but managed only to cough blood onto the pristine paved pathway. At least I can move my jaw now. Time was the best healer, his mother had told him, and although he had improved, he knew he need more than time to save him now. He wondered how long he'd be in the hospital ward for. Groups scattered as he was dragged through, the two men carrying him clearly holding command over everyone in sight. What gave them so much authority? His musing was cut short as they were ushered into an empty medical theatre. The doctor inside looked petrified at the sight of Peis, and he could only hope that his queasiness didn't distract him. Strangely, his orderlies were much more professional, running round to find the equipment they needed without the. command to do so. At least some people know what they're doing.
A group started to form around him as the orderlies returned with the menacing looking tools of their trade. All white clad, they formed an eerie image. He could hear faint murmurs but saw that people were shouting amongst each other. The chaos didn't make him feel anymore comfortable. A machine was slid over his chest and the orderlies stepped back to let it work. It whirred as it did its job, its purpose unknown to Peis. More staff were constantly entering the room and the space around him was getting more and more confined. His two saviours were pushed to the back of the room, now the least important to his survival. One, the bug-man, whispered something to his friend before leaving, though it took him a while as he weaved awkwardly through the white clad sea of bodies.
The makeshift treatments delivered by the man that had found him on the beach were being removed, replaced by more professional, studier looking ones. Something soft, a cloth of some kind, was placed in his mouth and soon he knew why. His bones were being set back into place, and a muffled scream emitted as the pain flared up. What looked like a system of weights and pulleys was being implemented to one of the more serious breakages, keeping it level while the doctors and nurses worked on it, while casts and slings were placed over different areas respectively, working along side his body to straighten the bones up. As the treatment got more and more pain intensive he blacked out a second time.
This time he woke alone in a hospital bed. Straining to sit up right, he felt the pain in his back and bolted back down. He felt the bleeding had stopped, though was dizzy and lightheaded from all of it he had lost. He couldn't see any of the bones now, all hidden behind casts and slings. The bone that had been held level by the weights had an absurd looking cast, almost comically big and bulky. There were staff running round the ward attending to others but none had seen that he was awake, and he didn't want to bother them any more than he already had. He almost couldn't believe it, he'd survived. Breathing a of sigh of relief he lay his head down on the pillow, shuffling to get comfortable. Capable of moving all of his body's muscles, he wondered how long that meant he had been out for. Quite a while, he thought to himself now that he had quiet inside and out of his head, I could barely move my jaw when I was lying on that beach. Closing his eyes, he pondered how he would ever thank his saviours before drifting off to sleep.
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