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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 18:59:18 GMT
It was noon when he arrived, without the stupid humans below noticing at all. This was a mission that he and one other were given, exterminate a hidden colony of humans upon Vegeta. They were situated in one of the few safe zones of the wastelands. He just had to wait for his partner. Hopefully this one wasn’t stupid, or was one of those that tried killing him as a child. Aspa, stood on the cliff overlooking the village while rotating through power levels in the village.
Finding that none of them had more than five hundred power level, he knew he could finish this village without any problems, but he knew if his partner got here after he destroyed the village, they might get upset. All he knew about his partner is that they had a power level of around three hundred above his own.
This irritated him somewhat, he was used to being the stronger one on missions which made him the leader but he would just have to tolerate his partner taking the lead this once even if he didn’t particularly like it.
Stretching his muscles out, he flared a tiny bit of ki to activate the gauntlets on his forearms. He continued to get distracted so he had not had a chance to really train with them. But with the payment of this mission, and something he did beforehand he would probably be able to buy a gravity chamber, so he could get stronger faster. But he knew he had to purchase a house large enough to handle it instead of his small four room house in the center of the Radittsu District that was currently perfect for him.
He had waited for ten minutes and was wondering where his partner was. They should have been right where he was ten minutes ago, and the wait was pissing him off. He was already ready to massacre the damned humans polluting the gem that was Vegeta.
He was preparing to fly into the center of the village, and massacre the fifty humans that were living there.
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Post by Rukkora on Jun 27, 2015 5:00:37 GMT
Just fifty humans? This wasn't going to be a mission, it’d be a massacre. But, hell, Rukkora figured, it could be fun. She was probably late. Whatever, this shouldn’t take long and, in her opinion, shouldn't even require a partner. The burly woman approached the spot where her partner lay hidden, crouching and making her way beside him. “Aspa, right?” she whispered with a wide grin, “call me Rukkora.”
Rukkora looked over at her partner for this mission and grinned, her long, black hair draped over her back and her smiling face painted in what smelled like blood but looked mostly like face paint. She reclined onto her back, her hands behind her head and legs crossed, she looked totally relaxed about this mission.
“So, what’ve you been looking at since you got here?” she asked, eyes lazily darting towards the village. She can see the humans from here, a fact that makes her arch a brow and shrug her shoulders. “Did you wait for me to get here first? You didn’t have to but I appreciate it. You’re alright.”
Getting back onto her front, Rukkora looked over the ridge and grinned. “So, I usually go down and attack whatever I see, but I’m guessing you don’t want anything to escape.” Not only did she not seem to take the mission seriously at all, she didn’t appear to have any interest in commanding Aspa. She just smirked and looked to him, not really caring how they slaughtered the alien humans so long as the alien humans got slaughtered.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2015 6:04:25 GMT
The scouter binged for a minute, Aspa looked at the power level approaching him from behind. It seemed his partner finally got there, to help. He would rather not work with anyone, but he would do so if ordered. Seeing from the scouter his partner land behind him and attempt to sneak up on him, he inwardly sighed. It seemed like his partner was trying to get a rise out of him, he wouldn’t acknowledge these childish games even if his partner was more powerful than he was.
The scouter binged indicating that his partner was approaching him from behind and to the side. He turned to look at his partner, and saw that it was a large woman. She was easily larger and thicker than he was, but all that muscle wouldn’t do her any good if it slowed her down. But that was unlikely, but he would not comment on her thickness. He simply stared at her, with stoic eyes.
“That is correct, my name is Aspa. I did not know my partner for this mission would be a woman. I’ve been studying the layout of the village, so none of them can get away. If you come in from the east and I from the west we can corral all of them into the center, then annihilate them. Use two Ki Wave techniques to start fires on the outside of the village, we’re going to create a ring of fire to trap them within the village. They’re all too weak to be able to try and out fly us, and if any get away I will easily find them with my scouter. Do you agree with my assessment of the situation?”
It was a sound plan, he stared up at his much larger partner for this mission. This made him feel short but he wouldn’t ever mention himself feeling short by anyone. He didn’t care about his height that much, but standing next to a behemoth would make anyone feel like they were short. He waited for a response to the plan, but he would change it to simply kill everything if she said it was too complicated.
He didn’t mind, but he would probably request a different partner in the future. Even though he liked simple killing, it could get them in trouble if they did it mindlessly. He did not want to get into any sort of trouble like that until they could at least defend themselves from people like Toma or Wyntre. But they would get to that when they get to it.
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Post by Rukkora on Jun 27, 2015 21:18:33 GMT
Rukkora knew what this guy must be thinking. She often counted on having her intelligence underestimated, even baiting people into doing so. With a shrug of her mighty shoulders, she closed her eyes. A low chuckle rolled out of her throat and a long sigh blew across her lips. “A ring of fire, huh? Sounds perfect.” She got back onto her stomach, choosing to kneel low beside the ridge instead of remaining on her back. Perhaps he’d notice that she wasn’t crouching for his sake nor because she thought it a fun game. Her size and big hair could easily give away their position, it had happened to her before. As these are humans in Saiyan territory, she had to assume they were constantly on guard.
With an aside glance, she peered at her cohort. Aspa seemed a bit skinny to her, and not just by comparison. His body didn’t look very muscular, either, and he seemed a bit younger than herself. Like her, his skin looked tanned, he probably spends more time outdoors than she’d initially assumed. His armor was definitely something of a throwback, but that old standby design had been in use for what seemed like an eternity. Should hold up, she thought, should be fine and, at his size, shouldn’t constrict his movements too much. That being said, those soft, brown eyes and brown hair didn’t seem particularly typical to her; she imagined his lineage probably had non-Saiyan blood in it. As long as that didn’t hold them back, that’d be fine - she’d heard half-breeds and less might even have a bit more vigor to them. Mission target’s just a bunch of humans, besides.
To Rukkora, Aspa’s plan seemed simple and easy to pull off. She worried that it might be a bit too simple; humans were known for their intelligence and tenacity. Though she didn’t think this group could give them trouble, she could easily his plan failing. The humans might try hold up one of them before the circle formed. Making the circle too large would give them ample space to hide or attempt escape, even if it risked wounding themselves in the flames. Making it too small would all but assure their discovery and the interruption of the circle’s creation.
Rukkora also noticed that, while her partner clearly assessed their own abilities, he hasn’t made mention of any technology and weaponry that might tip the scales for the humans. She couldn’t imagine aliens on a planet like Vegeta coming wholly unprepared. Without a Scouter, she couldn’t see far enough by her own senses to discern such things; she had to rely on Aspa’s assessment. If these things did come to pass, she figured, they’d just go back to what she suggested and blast or brutalize every human they can. Still, at least the boy didn’t seem terribly unintelligent to her. Perhaps a bit too serious for a Saiyan. “What kind of weapons’ve they got?” she asked, deciding to get the information he hadn’t given. “Can’t imagine they’d come here without any.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2015 21:56:55 GMT
Aspa continued to stare at the village, it looked like it’s been there for a long time due to how weathered the buildings were. They were probably hoping not be be discovered, he didn’t see any weaponry down there, but that did not mean there weren’t weapons within the houses. He crouched down next to his much larger partner. He thought she was probably assessing his usefulness to this mission due to his size and the amount of intelligence he had. Being smart did not mean he couldn’t be strong.
He packed a hell of a punch despite his size, as evidenced by the amount of power within his small frame. Even if he appeared to be a twig compared to other saiyans, it did not mean he couldn’t beat the hell out of them in a straight up fight. Cracking his knuckles, while making sure the sound did not travel too far, so it wouldn’t alert the humans to the fact that two Saiyans were there and were preparing to kill every last one of them.
A ping appeared on his scouter. Pressing a button, he finds the population had just increased by one. This one, only had a power level of point zero five. It must of been a neonate, judging by the suddenness of it appearing. A different sounding ping sounded in his ear. He pressed a different button. It was his superior with a alteration to the plan.
“Aspa, you and Rukkora are to capture some of the humans alive for labor. You do not absolutely have to capture some of them, but there will be a much larger bonus in it for the both of you.”
Frowning at this, he replied affirmative to the command and shut the comlink off. He relied this new information to his partner for the mission, while stating that he rather simply kill them all off. But if she absolutely wanted to, they could simply leave the children alive and hand them over to Headquarters. He didn’t care anyway, but it was up to her.
“The children would not be able to fight against us anyways, nor would they probably know how to fly so they’ll stay in the village no matter what. We’ll need to alter the plan, no ring of fire. But we must strike fast and hard, we can’t let the adults kill the children if they realize we’re capturing them alive. Are you in agreement?”
He honestly didn’t care less if the children lived or not, he would kill them if necessary and would enjoy it a lot, but he didn’t know if she wanted the Zeni for something or not so it’ll be up to her either way. He waits for her to give the command to begin the mission, due to her being in charge of the mission due to her power.
(Getting something graded so PL: 4,951)
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Post by Rukkora on Jul 3, 2015 8:48:04 GMT
Spare the children? Fine by me. Rukkora hated killing children — not because of any emotional attachment, though. Children were boring to kill. They’re too young to put up a decent fight and too stupid to compensate for their weakness with cunning. If anything, it just made the task easier. All they’d have to do is kill all of the adults before they take the children, just divide the goals. She cracked her neck and sighed, “Yeah, yeah. Sounds fine.”
Not bringing her Scouter was certainly turning out to be a decent call on this mission. Aspa taking the initiative allowed her to give him enough responsibility to feel important and made him a possible patsy if things went horribly wrong. Of course, Rukkora wasn’t in the habit of shifting blame to her partners if a mission failed — and she wasn’t really in the habit of failing missions — but some occasions required a bit of pragmatism. Occasions like two Saiyans, one an elite, somehow managing to get their asses kicked by a group of the weakest major race in the charted universe.
And why the hell did these guys even come to Vegeta? That part still bugged Rukkora. Humans value their offspring, right? From what she understood, they cared for them and coddled them and protected them dearly. What kind of human brings their child to a planet like this one? She suspected something more important might be up, but she held her tongue. If her hunch was wrong, then things would go as planned. If the thought nagging in the back of her mind was right, they’d deal with it when it comes to it. And if Aspa was as smart as he seems to think he is, then he’d be considering the same, exact thing. These humans are up to something extremely unusual.
With a grunt, Rukkora got up off her massive ass and towered over the smallish Saiyan man. She held out her large hand and grinned a more genuinely amicable grin, the kind she reserved for fellow Saiyans, “So let’s get to work.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 17:01:04 GMT
Unknown to Rukkora, Aspa was thinking the exact same thing. Why would these humans come to a place that clearly hated them? Why would they sacrifice their lives and their children's lives? He did not know, but he honestly did not care right then and there. If they leave one of the adults alive, he'll ask the question and others to see if there were more humans living on the gem known as Vegeta. Fitting his scouter securely in place, he locks all of the power levels down there into his scouter's archives just in case they were to try to run.
"Ok, lets go in."
Preparing to fly straight into the village, Aspa would start to gather his Ki to launch himself into the village at high speeds. He suddenly slaps Rukkora's butt hard enough to make it jiggle for a couple minutes, before flying straight into the village. He knew he was likely flying into a trap, but most of the adults were nearly ten times weaker than himself, and definitely ten times weaker than his partner. If headquarters thought that they were stronger, they would have sent out a stronger team of Saiyans to annihilate them. He knew that they would not risk two of their most valued members of their military for some lowly human scum.
Charging up Ki blasts, Aspa starts to fire them at the adults at random. Especially the adults that would try to run towards the houses, in the center. Aspa made absolutely sure that none of the humans could get into a house, to get any weapons hidden within the house. He had his scouter to thank for him knowing where all fifty-one of the humans were. Several of them were within the house where the neonate was just born, but they would try to flee with it. Flying towards the house with the neonate, Aspa crashes into the house.
Walking forward with a devilish grin on his face, Aspa fires several Ki blasts at the adults leaving the children and the new mother alive. This was too easy! None of them had any martial arts training, all they had were the training needed to survive on this world and not any more than that! Spying a gun on the wall, Aspa heads there to inspect it. Finding it to use regular steel bullets, he crushes the weapon into a ball. Turning towards the neonate's exhausted mother, he walks towards her, leaving his partner to deal with the rest of the adults.
"Now, we're going to have a nice long talk. That is, if you do not want your neonate scum of a child to live."
Fearing for the safety of her child, the mother would cooperate willingly with the powerful Saiyan. She knew she couldn't move or try and even run away from him. He would catch her, and would likely kill her by beating her with her own child. Having a look of defeat on her face, she stopped feeding her child. Aspa would sit on the bed cross legged, and would start asking his questions. Charging up a technique, he would have it aimed at her child. The mother knew she couldn't even try to do anything, else the child would die then she would die next.
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Post by Rukkora on Jul 5, 2015 1:26:51 GMT
“Ha! About damn time, then!” Rukkora replied as he announced it time to move. Then the slap on her butt immediately caused her to drop her smile. Frigging really? We’re on a mission. She shrugged it off (and grabbed her ass to stop its jiggling), then slowly rose into the sky. Gathering her own energy beside him, a yellow aura enveloped her body and her massive mane of jet black hair began to flow in the wind. She unwrapped her tail from her waist; she loved to feel it when she flew. Giving Aspa a quick thumbs-up, she took off at full speed for the eastern entrance to the village. Rukkora stared down at it, a huge, sadistic grin spread across her face now that she could see the people up close. Fifty-one or something, right? That was enough to keep her entertained. The woman folded her muscular arms across her chest and smiled wildly. Time to get to work, she thought.
Rukkora set forward her hands and began to fire off a series of ki blasts at their houses and the visible adults. If she happened to hit a child, whatever, they probably had reserves and they could chalk that up to an accident. The blasts lit up the ground below her, almost certainly ruining any but the most dedicated pyromaniac’s day below. Rukkora saw a limb or two go flying and ooh, how she loved the screaming. Music, sweet music. She continued to pepper the ground below her until it became clear that no escape could be found from the east. She noticed that Aspa had finished his side of the same task and touched down to the ground. None of them tried to get out of the village, which stood to reason. Who in their right mind runs into the Central Wastelands for safety? No, these humans were trying — failing — to get into the central area of the village once their other possible escape routes were exhausted.
If there was one thing Rukkora loved, it was a badass strut. She sauntered her way into the village, meeting opposition as she advanced. Steel bullets? Really? The ammunition harmlessly hit her body, more a nuisance than a threat. They stopped to reload, taking cover behind some crates scattered on the dirt floor. Oh, big mistake. Rukkora suddenly charged forward, flying off the ground and ramming right through the wooden containers. Her hand wrapped around the neck of the human gunman and she quickly slammed him face-first into the hard wasteland soil. His skull almost certainly fractured upon impact and the force of her hand around his neck broke it rather easily. She looked to the other gunner and smiled a toothy grin, pronounced canine teeth bared like fangs. She went right up to the man and placed her hand on the top of his bald pate. Gliding around, she made him give her an impromptu piggyback ride and promptly began to crush his head between her massive thighs. As soon as his head caved in from the pressure, Rukkora regretted this choice of finishing move. Her crotch and inner thighs now had blood all over them and, though it wouldn’t soak through the fabric, this was a very uncomfortable feeling altogether. She let the limp body fall and moved on to her next victim.
The next gunman Rukkora met tried to drop his gun and run in terror of the Saiyan. Coward. Rukkora picked up the gun and grabbed him by the hand, forcing it into his palm and pointing the barrel just under her chin. “I think you dropped this,” she said, squeezing down on the man’s hand and the gun. He began to cry out in pain. “Here, I’ll help you out,” she said, smiling serenely as she crushed the man’s hand along with the gun beneath her palm. Blood began to ooze from his pores and his bones snapped; the metal of the gun bent into itself until his crushed and broken finger bones were pushed out from the skin by the force against the protruding metal. The gun wrapped around his hand in a way he couldn’t undo without help. Not that it mattered, as Rukkora kneed the kneeling man in the stomach with enough force to form a bulge in his back. He sputtered and died from the pain and Rukkora, desire to have some fun on this mission momentarily sated, rose back into the air and checked to make sure her area was clear.
None at the eastern border, certainly none in the bombed out, collapsed houses, but she’d have Aspa do a Scouter check in a bit to be certain. She noticed the largest structure at the center of the village. That had to be where they were keeping the children, it was obviously the destination for the humans she’d killed but a moment ago once they realized they were under attack. Wrapping her tail around her waist, she positioned herself on high to keep a good and clear view of the destruction and make sure the only surviving adults were those already in the centre when they arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2015 18:18:46 GMT
When Aspa was done asking the woman questions, he gets off the bed before putting her over his shoulder. Walking out of the house he blasts it, destroying the house. Kicking and screaming the woman tried to resist. She had her neonate against her chest trying not to let it go. Walking towards the center of the village, Aspa noticed his partner for the mission was walking towards the large metal thing in the center of the village.
“Carry it to Cacumber. We don’t have time to try and bust it open.”
Taking to the skies, the woman continued to struggle against his body holding her tightly against his shoulder. He however did not care, if she somehow managed to make him lose his grip over her she would fall to her death, and he would simply only save the baby. He really did not care about her life. He spared her, only because of the neonate. It would force some of the other slaves to stop work for sometimes hours at a time to take care of it.
Aspa had an emotionless look on his face while he flew towards Cacumber. Yawning, while flying he wondered how much Zeni he would make from this mission. He needed to hire a maid or something for his house. Maybe he would use the woman on his shoulder as a maid, he yawned once more. He was tired, but it wasn’t from the mission he was just on. It was because of him being awake for nearly forty hours, most of which was him training within the gravity chamber upon the Imperator, the other percentage was the mission.
Aspa attempts to leave the thread! Zeni please! Total Word Count: 2081
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Post by Rukkora on Jul 7, 2015 20:48:05 GMT
What the fuck? Did that just fucking happen? Rukkora wasn’t exactly at a loss for words as she saw her partner up and leave the mission — a mission that clearly demands they at least kill all of the adult humans in the village — before they’d completed their objective. And what the hell was he planning to do with the human and the brat slung over his shoulder? Shrugging her shoulders, the Saiyan decided that it didn’t matter to her, but hell if she’s going to let Aspa make her turn in unfinished work. Yeah, she decided, I’ll carry it to Cucumber. As soon as I clean it out. ‘We don’t have time to bust it open.’ Please, spare me. Knew I shouldn’t have let him touch my ass.
Shaking her head, Rukkora circled around the structure. Asia was correct, busting it open the conventional way would definitely take too long. That big metal door was reinforced pretty well… Rukkora placed her hands under the building’s foundation, just as Aspa wanted her to, and tipped the whole thing slightly. She remembered his fears that the adults, should they realize that they’re taking the children alive, would kill them. Well, being flown on the back of a Saiyan toward the capital would be a pretty good indication that it’s time to off the offspring, she figured, so I’d better finish the job by myself.
Rukkora stepped beneath the foundation and shoved her fist through the underside of the building. Tearing open a hole in the metal big enough for her to enter, she let the structure down. She looked around. Of the some fifty-one adults only ten were left after her and Aspa’s rampage through the city. Two of them looked to be fighters, but the rest were just hiding out. She’d have to take them out first, then. The Saiyan stepped forward with a grin on her tanned, painted face, “Looks like we’re totally safe from the outside, right? That’s a relief, Id hate for someone to find us here.” Folding her arms, she spotted the children, then looked to the two warriors with a frown.
“So I have to wonder, what brings people like you to a planet that’d kill you as soon as look at you? There’s got to be a reason, right? Come on, you can tell me.” The first martial artist, a short, blonde woman wearing an orange gi, took a fighting stance, “We’re not going to tell you anything!” That was fine; Rukkora was on a tight schedule. “There’s no point in saying anything to a dead woman,” said the second martial artist, a man, dark-haired and draped in green. Rukkora let out a sigh; these guys came straight out of a comic book. Entertaining their clichéd dialogue for a moment, Rukkora said, in as over-the-top and hammy a manner as possible, “You… are the ones who will die! Now prepare… to fight!”
The martial artists didn’t seem to realize that she was fucking with them, but that didn’t really matter. The orange-clothed one placed her hands together and held them in front of his body. Rukkora couldn’t sense energy but, if she could, she’d notice that the blonde’s power level was spiking. Rukkora lifted an eyebrow. She could tell this was some kind of technique, at the very least. “KAAAAA!” screamed the orange-clad human. The green-clad martial artist flew forward, which genuinely surprised her as he was the only human who seemed capable of flight in this entire village. He slammed his hand into her jaw. It actually sort of hurt her, her head turned and her eyes widened. “OW! PRICK!” she yelled, slamming her own hand into the side of his head. The green-clad man went barreling to the left, smashing into the wall. The audience of frightened humans gasped.
“MEEEEE!” yelled the blonde one. Rukkora turned to face her and pouted. “HAAAAA!” the martial artist’s hands moved behind her body and a blue sphere of energy formed between them. Rukkora charged forward and stopped right in front of her. “MEEEEE!” she yelled, desperation in her eyes as the Saiyan closed in on her arms blocking her face and chest. She pushed her hands against Rukkora and she shouted out, releasing the energy at the Saiyan with a, “HAAAAA!” The energy washed over Rukkora’s body, shooting through the roof of the structure. She unleashed everything she had and Rukkora soon found herself without her gloves and most of the upper part of her armor, holes burned through her grey, red-trimmed undersuit. Genuinely surprised, Rukkora lowered her arms and stared at the exhausted human. “You done?” she grunted, spitting blood and dusting herself off.
Rukkora placed her hand on the woman’s face, grabbing her and holding her above the ground. A full-power energy wave loosed from her hands and tore through the ceiling as well as the girl’s face, her headless body falling to the ground. The wound was mostly cauterized by the blast, her neck bled relatively little. She looked to the man in green, his dark hair caked with blood from the impact. He got to his feet and flew forward at Rukkora, hitting a kick to her side. She grunted and pinned his leg between her arm. He thought quickly, pointing his finger at Rukkora’s head and charging energy in it.
This man was stronger and more skilled than the girl in orange gi, but he still wasn’t a match for a Saiyan. She imagined, with proper training and more time, he’d probably have been able to bridge the gap between them. Oh well. Rukkora gritted her teeth and grabbed his finger. “Fuck you!” she yelled, pulling his finger backwards and breaking it. Pain struck the man, his eyes narrowing as he winced. Rukkora grabbed his head in one hand, then slammed her fist into his stomach. It didn’t put him out, resilient piece of shit. She did it again, breaking ribs and knocking the wind out of him. The other adults huddled around the children. She punched again; his body tried to fly back but his leg was pinned against her. Blood coated his teeth and he feebly pointed his other finger to Rukkora’s face.
But the man didn’t have enough energy to muster the technique. Seeing this, she realized that he was on his last leg and dropped him. His legs buckled the moment he hit the floor, unable to move. Rukkora kicked him onto his stomach and leapt into the air, landing hard onto his spine. The fighter’s back broke, a mute scream escaping his lips before he lost consciousness. Rukkora flipped her black mane and smirked, stepping on his back and pointing her palm to his head. A basic ki blast finished him off, killing the martial artist. “Well, now I’m behind schedule. Who wants to be my best friend and tell me what’s going on?”
To their credit, even this didn’t make the humans confess. Rukkora really wanted to be able to wrench that information from them, but just didn’t have the time. She turned to face them and gathered power in her palms. Fortunately, the adults arranged themselves to protect the children with their lives. They had to know how futile that was, but it made this much easier than it might be otherwise. If they were smart, they would have killed the children while she was distracted. Multiple blasts of energy left her hands, the yellow spheres making blasting the remaining adults to death. Their bodies fell around the some eight children.
Since there was nowhere for them to hide at this point, Rukkora let them try to run around and flee her capture. Stripping some of the inner wall off of the building, she fashioned a makeshift carrier for the kids. It was bumpy, uncomfortable, and jagged due to how she made it, but it’d be easier than carrying the whole goddamned building like Aspa suggested. She grabbed and tossed the children into the twisted, metal ball like clothing into a hamper. She ignored their crying, screaming, whining, and general panicking, closing the metal sack most of the way, leaving just enough of an opening for them to breathe.
Lifting it onto her back, Rukkora broke through one of the holes in the ceiling and began to fly the children off to the capital. Mission complete, but what really struck Rukkora as odd were the children. She knew enough of Earth to know how weak its gravity is; Vegeta’s gravity is ten times Earth’s, these children should be crushed under their own weight. That’s probably why they were of interest to their commanders. Well, that's not my problem, so whatever.
Rukkora attempts to leave the thread.
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The Hero of the Cosmos: CAPTAIN NOVA!
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Intense Struggle (x3); X-Factor (x6); Amazing Captain Nova (x16)
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on Jul 13, 2015 2:49:51 GMT
- To the Azure Saiyan: Aspa your total zeni attained for this mission is: 1676z
- To the Feral Saiyan: Rukkora your total zeni attained for this mission is: 3278z
Aspa: Your previous zeni was at 37 1676z + 37z leaves you with 1713z (That's some walkin' around money!)
Rukkora: Your previous zeni was at 0 3278z + 0z = 3278z (Who woulda guessed?) Your cash will be added shortly! ( Tania, Pieter Wolfbane)
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Post by Tania on Jul 13, 2015 3:22:44 GMT
Added!
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