Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 1:39:36 GMT
Its Dangerous to go alone
Now Grab your destiny, if you know what I mean. . .
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Alistair sat down at the simulation pod preparing to go through another battle simulation. He had done them multiple times but this time was special. Apparently the doctor had gotten a hold of a special simulation, something that had to do with a rare race that had come to earth. This race was best known as the Saiyans. Alistair was briefed that the subject that he was taking the place of was a saiyan sparring setting. Alistair found himself unable to continue to read afterwards, he was too occupied with the idea of playing the role of a saiyan that he ignored everything else. What would it be like? he wondered. Sighing he jumped into the pod and waited for the simulation to begin.
Alistair yawned as he raised his hands high in the air, scowling at no one in particular. It was about time for his daily training regime, and he was less than happy, someone had decided that it would be appropriate to awaken Alistair from his sleep just because the tyrant Freezer burn, or whatever his name was coming. Alistair didn’t really care... at least at that moment. Alistair snapped back at the warrior to mind his own business and let him go back to sleep but it was too late. Alistair had spent the next 10 minutes trying to return to his resting but it was futile, he was awake and so were the voices in his head.
The voices began to pound at Alistair’s skull poking and prodding his mind, telling him over and over again to train. Alistair pulled at his covers to try and convince the voices to for once let him sleep through the day. The voices got louder and louder as the began to throw curses and slurs and if it wasn’t for them being mere voices, Alistair was sure that they would be throwing objects at him trying to convince him to go.
Finally Alistair gave in. Picking himself up from the bed he slowly began to make his way to the training room. As he began to walk toward the training room he noticed another warrior coming his way. It was the same warrior who woke up Alistair much to his dismay. Alistair couldn’t remember the warrior’s name exactly but he did remember that it had something that ended in -ggot. Taggot? Aggot? Draggot?..... Alistair continued guessing for a few moments but decided that if he kept going trying to figure out the warrior’s name he would end up calling him a very unsavory name.
Alistair continued to make his way toward the training room. Once he got there he began to slowly open the door. In his mind Alistair began to wonder exactly what kind of training would he do? Last time he was in there he was working on energy attack training so maybe more of that? Once Alistair got the door the voices began to smash at his skull repeating the same sentence over and over again, “Stop thinking and start training!” Alistair’s teeth clenched as he reached for his skull. It was both annoying and painful to have to listen to the voices in his head all day when all they wanted was one thing... and that was for Alistair to train. Couldn’t they once want to take a nap or something?
Once Alistair regained his composure he noticed that he wasn’t alone in the room. There was another warrior, someone who Alistair (Or the person Alistair was simulating) was much more familiar with then Taggot. Raising a single hand in the air he greeted his warrior master. “Yo! Mokra what are you doing here?”
Without waiting for an answer Alistair walked over with Mokra to the armor rack. From what Alistair could tell the armors were lined up by matter of weight. 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest. Without thinking Alistair began to reach for the 9th to test the weight. Snatching it up Alistair could feel the weight but it didn’t feel as heavy as he thought it would.
Putting it back down Alistair took Mokra’s advice and put on the 10 armor. It was heavier than the 9 and was a bit harder to walk in too. So to the voices in Alistair’s head it was perfect. Slipping it on Alistair began to jump back and forth on the ball of his heels trying to get himself use to the weight. It was important to him that he knew exactly how well he could move with the weights on.
Fortunately for Alistair, Mokra seemed to have the perfect way for Alistair to test how well he could move in the armor. From the ceiling the guns were lowered and began to fire at Alistair and Mokra. Mokra seemed able to easily avoid the blasts but Alistair was having a harder time. Not being use to the weight on his body, Alistair had to put more effort in even the littlest movements let alone completely avoiding a blast. In his mind Alistair was screaming trying to use all of his energy to just avoid or two blasts.
Somehow as if by luck, Alistair was able to completely avoid most of the gun shots and was doing just as well as Mokra even with the heavy armor on his body. But then, Mokra decided that it would be appropriate to shove the little warrior at the gun so that he was standing in point blank range of the gun.
The voices in Alistair’s mind began to laugh as Alistair began to expand most of whatever energy he had left trying to avoid the blast. Everywhere he moved the gun followed. From Alistair’s perspective there were no openings and no time for him to think up a plan. Then the gun fired once again, this shot was fired toward Alistair’s head. At that moment Alistair could see it. It was a way for him to counter the gun. Rolling his head to the side to avoid the blast Alistair raised his hand and shouted as an energy blast left his hand and smashed right into the barrel of the gun causing the gun to explode.
Sighing Alistair lifted both of his arms stretching. Then he began to crotch down and pushed off with his two feet. He still wasn’t done seeing how well he could move in the armor. As he moved into the air he noticed a familiar warrior attempting to ram what was now thin air. Coming down from his jump Alistair smiled as he attempted to drop kick Mokra after watching him fail an assault. “Come on!!! I’ve seen better sneak attacks from my grandmother” Alistair mocked with a wide grin.
Alistair smiled. Look like Mokra wasn’t going to be much of a challenge. His original attack had seemed to fail and if that was all he had Alistair was sure that this was going to be one easy small. Unfortunately for Alistair he was quickly proven wrong, he had seriously underestimated Mokra.
Mokra moved fast as he punched Alistair hard and fast many times. In his mind Alistair began to count each and every punch he took that sent him to the ceiling. At that point he counted twenty punches each and everyone harder and faster than the last. From the blows Alistair was somewhat disoriented when Mokra grabbed Alistair’s leg.
Pulling him down Alistair raised his arms completely helpless to block the kick that Mokra sent at Alistair’s face but Alistair was able to roll his head over slightly to dodge the kick or at least he tried. The kick alone sent Alistair back at the opposite wall. Coughing as he was leaning on the wall Alistair began to charge his energy. It didn’t look like Mokra was holding back so neither would Alistair.
Alistair began to increase his ki to it’s full strength. The scouter beeped as Alistair’s strength increased. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Alistair yelled until his power reached its full units. Once he hit his limit Alistair stopped screaming and stood there for a moment and let Mokra sink it in, that Alistair was a lot stronger than what he use to be. Then Alistair disappeared when he reappeared he was already inches from Mokra. “Don’t underestimate me..” With that sentence Alistair sent a strong uppercut to Mokra stomach. When it hit it’s mark Alistair smiled. He was just getting started. If Mokra wanted a real fight, well here Alistair was... and he wasn’t going to hold back.
As Mokra pulled himself off of Alistair’s punch and began to cough blood, Alistair couldn’t help but feel pride in his attack. Mokra was no weakling, Alistair knew that and even though he didn’t know the power of most of the other warriors who lived on the ship he had a feeling that Mokra was one of the strongest.
As Mokra began to charge his energy, Alistair attempted to do the same. Why? one might ask it was the only thing that kept Alistair from trembling the thought that Mokra’s first onslaught was still just him holding back. It was a thought that Alistair couldn’t bare to have, neither would his pride allow it.
Pushing off with his left leg, Alistair wasn’t going to allow himself to be outclassed and neither would the voices in his head. They were right behind him, they wanted to show Mokra just how strong Alistair was... Especially if it made Alistair train. Raising his fist, he threw it as hard as he could at Mokra.
SMACK!!!
Alistair felt the hard fist of Mokra collide with his face, but he knew so did Mokra. Seemed they had both hit the other. Smiling Alistair pulled back fist, If this was Mokra’s full power then Alistair didn’t have much to worry about, for a moment he thought they were worlds apart apparently they were closer in power then he thought. “Heh, You thought I just sat around staring at women? I’ve been training.”
Stepping away from Mokra, Alistair laughed at his statement of Alistair being a man. “And I guess I better stop treating you like the wuss you are.” Lifting his leg he copied Mokra and began to charge at him. With one hand he intercepted the blast with one of his own and when he got in range he rolled over to dodge Mokra’s punch and sent him a punch of his own.
Once they collided, Mokra and Alistair went of a exchange, Alistair and Mokra received and blocked multiple punches. Each side giving and receiving a fair amount of damage. Then Alistair smiled as he pushed into the exchange and grabbed Mokra’s head with both of his hands. Then he brought his knee up to Mokra’s face once, twice, then three times before letting go and knocking Mokra away using his tail. “Is that all you got”
At that point the battle became a match of energy blasts. Alistair started it off by sending multiple energy blasts at Mokra. Mokra merely laughed as he intercepted each and every blast with one of his own before firing another energy blast which collided right into Alistair.
Falling to the ground, Alistair pushed off with his right foot and rushed toward Mokra. Laughing Alistair raised his fist again. Aiming it at Mokra’s face. Once Alistair got close enough to Mokra he would raise his other hand out and fired another energy blast from his other hand.
Mokra's smirk grew into a laugh as he intercepted each and every one of Alistair's blasts. A more charged and powerful blast made by Mokra flew into Alistair and hit Alistair. Mokra chuckled as the younger warrior fell to the ground. "Guess you're not that tough either...heh bastard." Mokra chuckled again.
Mokra went back to his little douche smirk, when Alistair came at him. As Alistair was getting close to Mokra, and let out a blast, Mokra grinned, much more sadistically than before. He made a continous blast, that destroyed Alistair's little attempt of harming Mokra with energy. As Alistair got closer, Mokra grabbed his fist, and with his other hand, punched him in the face.
The younger warrior flew back, and hit the wall, as Mokra appeared next to him. He proceeded to flip in the air, sideways, and kick Alistair in the face. The younger warrior's head actually broke through the wall, as Mokra laughed. Wondering what Alistair was seeing on the other side.
Fair enough, Mokra waited a bit. Alistair was able to take his head out of that recently done hole, making the fight normal again. That was, before Mokra froze Alistair. His telekinesis always became useful in those situations. Mokra chuckled as his eyes became less dark.
As Alistair was paralyzed in front of him, Mokra hovered in the air, and placed a clenched fist in front of himself. His aura powered up immensely, hitting the ceiling. It turned normal, as a small yellow see through sphere formed itself around Mokra. "You'll like this attack. Maybe it reminds you of something. Well, don't even compare it to what it was before." Mokra finished talking and smirked.
Mokra kept looking as Alistair seemed to be huffing. The older warrior appeared in front of Alistair, elbowing him in the face. The younger warrior was thrown back, but quickly returned to his position, and surprised Mokra by swinging his leg at him. Mokra held out his arm, as the kick hit it. Mokra's aura exploded sending the younger warrior back a bit.
Mokra's eyes widened, as he saw Alistair prepare a move he himself had showed him before. That blast was gonna go unanswered. Mokra curled his fingers and placed both of his hands together at his chest level, using the palm of one hand behind the other. Mokra gathered an immensely high amount of KI. Afterwards, he thrust his hands forward, and yelled. "GALICK GUN...FIRE!!!" Mokra's blast exited his hands and flew against Alistair's. Quickly gaining territory.
Soon enough, his attack overwhelmed Alistair's. Mokra sent most of his energy through his attack, so the galick gun would get much more powerful. Alistair was hit by the pinkish attack, and Mokra watched as he fell to the ground. Hope I didn't kill the kid.
Alistair took the of the punishment that Mokra sent out. He watched as Mokra dispatched his less than par energy blasts. He took the energy blasts and the attacks that Mokra sent out. He was paralyzed by Mokra and without being able to move he took the energy blasts. His injured form was then continuously pummeled by the older warrior. Then came the Galick gun the strong light overcame Alistair’s energy blast so easily causing a charred form that was once considered to be Alistair to hit the ground.
Mokra’s face looked worried when he saw Alistair’s ashes hit the ground but a single sentence caused him to snap out of it. The voice was deep and familiar, it came from behind him and it was accompanied with a laugh. “Don’t underestimate me” Mokra would turn his head to find a nearly unscathed Alistair both holding his tail giving him a powerful fist to his face. Watching him flinch from the slightly powerful punch Mokra could feel that the punch didn’t hurt that much even with Alistair grabbing his tail.
Alistair had used the multiform technique after he had gotten out of the hole in the wall. It made sense that he would use it to get a good shot on Mokra. Before he was able to dispel the clones at ease during their first spar but this one was a bit more sturdier than the older ones had been. It withstood Mokra’s onslaught and gave Alistair a chance to plan his retaliation. After Mokra had expended a good amount of energy dispatching the clone of Alistair. Alistair went into action.
Alistair smiled, His goal wasn’t just to grab Mokra’s tail. Another one of his clones appeared in front of Mokra who was preoccupied with the real Mokra and gave him a swift and equally strong as the punch Alistair gave to Mokra kick to Mokra’s tender loins. Unfortunately due to the fact of the loins being a tender area of the body even more so than the tail. He could do nothing but crumble to the pain. Alistair laughed as his clone elbowed Mokra on the top if his head. The blow was sure to rattle Mokra’s mind for a moment. Alistair continued to laugh as he began to form his pile driver. Once he was finished, he and his clone fused back together giving Alistair his original PL back and he dropped.
With his power Alistair hit the ground using all of his strength to make sure that Mokra hit the ground face first. One he was done he let go of Mokra’s body and took a few steps back. It was humorous that this man had crushed his clone so easily and fell from a tail grab and a kick to the groin. Sighing Alistair decided that he might as well finish it the same way Mokra was going to finish it. Jumping into the sky Alistair charged his energy into his hands and fired multiple energy shots down upon Mokra smashing him into the ground. The blasts smashed into the training ground hundreds of times before Alistair stopped. Sighing to himself he cancelled the simulation.
Alistair got up from his battle simulation pod and looked back at the machine, where did the simulation come from he wondered. It was like anything he ever experienced before, for the first time Alistair felt he had actually become that saiyan. Walking away Alistair thought to ask the doctor what exactly was that. It seemed to be just a bit more than the average simulation. The average simulation was like a roller coaster ride, where one just watches instead of participates. This one gave Alistair a feeling as though he was in control, as if he influenced the fight. This new found feeling of control surprised him. The doctor was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
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TAG: Alistair WORDS: Hello
NOTES: Facing any opponent OUTFIT: link
NOTES: Facing any opponent OUTFIT: link