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Post by Kizuki on Sept 18, 2015 14:32:02 GMT
Vol. 1 - Chapter 1 The Great Saiyajin Escape! Kizuki Finds Freedom!
[ Thread PL: 3,951 ] As his roar filled the room, that aura of pure energy, azure in color, enveloped his body. The sheer power flared off his form like blue fire, his veins opening up, his battle power increasing by pushing more and more of his ki, life force, out to be used by his body. It was at this point that one soldier has let off a nervous shot from his energy rifle, the beam of red energy heading straight for the powering up Saiyajin. Soon after, others followed, until the entire room began to fire their energy rifles at him. They would prove to be a bit ineffective against him, as his roar died down, the room now being filled with the sound of nervous soldiers and their energy rifles. Struck a few times in the chest and mid-section, they left a few slight burns on his flesh. Pain. It was the first time he had felt it in such a long while. Two thousand years, unknown to him. With his battle power raised as high as he could bring it, the remaining rifle beams were deflected away with his arms, sending them off in other directions, damaging various parts of the containment room. With bared teeth, he let off a bit of a growl as he let his neck roll a bit, popping it. Before long, he had rushed the group, sending a flurry of punches and kicks, attempting to incapacitate as many as possible. He stood taller than most of them in the room, making it easier for him to take out two or so at a time. A soldier had rushed him with a baton-like weapon, fizzling with energy. Reaching out with his bare hand, Kizuki would grasp it. With a sizzle and a grimace, he could feel his skin begin to sear just a bit. The bastards had a damn good set of weapons against the tough, thick skin of a Saiyajin, or at least he was losing strength quicker than he’d like. Quickly, he’d use his brute strength to yank the soldier towards him with his painful grasp on that baton, slamming that hard as a diamond skull right into the helmet of his attacker, shattering the visor in the front and rendering one of the many unconscious.
It felt good, to stretch his bones, to move again. To fight. He almost smiled during that moment of kicks and punches, he could feel the excitement in his gut, his blood getting hot. Swiping his right arm in a cutting motion to the left, then the right on another assailant, he’d use his elbow as a weapon, denting and cracking the helmet. A twitch of his eye would be followed by a backwards kick, shoving that bare foot right into the protected midsection of another opponent, with enough force to still knock the wind from them. Turning to face them, he’d grab the back of their head, flinging them into the air at a few of their friends, tumbling as many to the ground as possible. It was then that he saw even more of them pile into the room. With a frown, he would think up the best possible game plan. He was stronger than them, but he was not strong enough. He needed to get the hell out of their somehow, regroup. Raising his right arm, his palm open, he aimed it at the wall to the side of him. Slowly, an orb of pure life energy, his ki, would spark to life in his palm, about the size of the palm itself. His left hand was raised, creating the same type of ki sphere, aimed at the ceiling. The light illuminated his angered face for a moment before he fired the right towards the wall near where he stood, the left at the ceiling. In an explosion of light, smoke, and broken metal a hole had been made in the wall for an escape and cover while the ceiling’s destruction was purely a distraction. Being faster than his captors, he had slipped out of the new exit in the wall, bare feet padding along the cold ground as he moved down the long hallway, passing by various rooms in the process.
Some lockers in one room caught his eye. He looked down at himself, realizing that he actually was quite nude. Giving a grunt, he would rummage through the lockers in the room he entered for something that may fit him. Seems as though these people were using the “form fitting” technology that he was accustomed to, where the outfit would stretch comfortably on someone’s body. Finding what would resemble a black, training body suit and black boots, he’d slip them on, having to make his own tail hole so that typical Saiyajin tail could be slipped through. His “enemies” had not given up the search for their captive, though, despite being manhandled in such a way. Kizuki could hear them giving chase, determining it was time to slow them down once more. Zipping out of the room, now fully clothed, he’d raise his right arm up to chest level again, open palm aiming down the hallway until they came into view. Another ki orb was formed, but this time it was used as a base as he fired off a beam of ki energy towards the group, spilling out his life force in order to stall some time and create more of a destructive explosion rather than just the sphere itself. The beam would connect with a soldier or two, knocking them back into their group with another explosion. With the beam fired, Kizuki could feel himself getting a bit fatigued. He needed to find a way off the planet. He was getting weaker and they were still great in numbers.
He’d find another room, stumbling in to what looked like a control center, or a command center. He could navigate the screen well enough, finding a folder dedicated soley … to him? A black brow had arched, navigating through the files to reveal much of what he had been through, the tests that they had run, how long he had been there … He almost fell over, feeling weak in the knees as he established he had been imprisoned in a cryogenic state for over 2,000 years. He could barely believe it. With a shake of his head, to break off the cobwebs in his mind, he would continue quickly going through the files to show some research done on the Saiyajin species itself. It seemed there were alive in abundance still, living on a planet called Vegeta. If he could find a ship, he would input those coordinates and high tail it over there. It wouldn’t take long to find the file dedicated to his space pod. It seems as though it was lightly repaired and given a new fuel cell, another thing used for research. It was being held in storage it seemed, in a hangar connected to the research center for other ships. Well, it was time to leave it seemed. With the coordinates to another planet in his brain, clothing, and the location of his space pod, Kizuki would give one last look around. Two THOUSAND years, hm? He tried not to think so much about it, of .. them. Instead he raised an arm and fired another shot into the roof of the room he was in, opening a hole to the outside. Using his ki again, he began to hover a bit – getting used to the feeling of flying once more. Before long, he was slowly raising up and out of the hole he made in the roof, looking in every direction for the hangar. After finding it, he would hover over in that direction, hearing the faint screaming of the soldiers and research workers in the building he was leaving. Would they think to look for him at the hangar? Possibly. He had to be quick about it.
With a light tap of his newly, booted feet he would begin to rush past several ships, ships that he had no idea how to pilot. He NEEDED to find his space pod. The back of the hangar would be where it was, rushing headfirst towards it in a rush of sudden joy before he was SMACKED backwards by some force across the head that sent him flying backwards with a thud. He didn’t even see what it was, all he knew was that it HURT. Slowly, he’d come up to a seated position, a hand covering the pained spot on his skull as he looked at his assailant through a furrowed brow. The person was covered, head to toe, in black and silver armor – much like his former assailants though he was much taller, the armor looked a bit sleeker for hand to hand combat and the person itself seemed a bit bigger. “Cease and desist! You are to cease and desist! Stand down!” came the booming, distorted voice from the large, armored beast. Kizuki would slowly come to a stand, the buzzing in his head was getting quieter and he was able to see clearer. He had no idea who this person was, but they stood between him and freedom. “I’m afraid I cannot do that. I’ll instead be sending you to hell with your friends …” his deep voice would reply, raspy from all the time he spent not talking before. Did he have anything left? Would he be able to defeat them? Trying was better than surrendering, surrendering to an eternity of being frozen alive again .. or even worse. The thought angered him, using that to raise his battle power once again, he could hear a faint beeping coming from his unknown opponent, unsure of what that was. Before anyone could waste the time with more words Kizuki would rush forward in blazing speed, leaping up and cocking back his right arm, aimed right for this super soldier’s head!
Word Count: 1,666 Summary: Kizuki has broken free from his cryogenic chamber and has managed to fend off the soldiers who have shown up at the research center! Searching for his Space Pod, he has come across a brute of a foe!
This is Part 1 of the thread. I am looking for Zeni for this, please.
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Post by Kizuki on Sept 18, 2015 14:43:21 GMT
Vol. 1 - Chapter 2 CLASH! Kizuki versus The Elite! [ Thread PL: 3,951 ]
“I’ll be sending you to hell with your friends!” was the roar that came from the male Saiyajin, Kizuki, who had been in a cryogenic sleep for over 2,000 years and was just recently awakened due to a malfunction around the research center that was containing him. After managing to escape a group of soldiers, intent on capturing him again, he had made his way to the ship hangar in an effort to find his repaired space pod. Instead of finding the pod, he had found a new enemy. An armored foe, bigger than the rest, and faster as Kizuki would soon find out. The arm that he had cocked back in his flight over was fired forward, but masterfully blocked by the armored elite soldier. Kizuki would fire a few more rapid shot of fist, as he floated into the elite, banging bare fists against the armored plating as hard as he could, trying to move past those arms that were fast enough to deflect most of his attacks. The elite would respond back, blocking a delayed fist to his helmet, swatting Kizuki’s arm away before delivering a stiff, front kick to his chest sending the Saiyajin male tumbling backwards in a roll on the ground, kicking up dust and knocking the wind out of him. He was lucky that bodysuit he had nabbed earlier gave some sort of cushion to physical damage, but he still felt the pain. Getting to one knee, he’d take a few deep breaths to let the oxygen flow back into his lungs, hand over his chest where he was kicked. “N-Not bad, but I’m also a-a bit out of practice.” Kizuki would force a grin, glaring right at the armored elite who was now moving towards him. Once those armored hands reached for the Saiyajin’s shoulders, he’d pop up on his feet, using his arms to knock the elite’s arms away. In that moment, he’d begin his assault again, again with his fists, gaining some momentum as he was out of blocked distance of the elite, close enough that it was an issue to block with their arms and hands. The strikes would begin working Kizuki’s opponent back, gaining some confidence in himself, maybe too much. The elite would regain some sort of composure among to flury of punches being sent their way, hopping back to create some distance between them and swatting a fist from Kizuki away, jabbing into his head with one of his own. The punch would send the Saiyajin back staggering, his bell ringing from the shot. The armored elite would glide towards him at an incredible speed, and before Kizuki could move, an armored knee was fired right up into his gut, once more knocking the wind out of him. Eyes would go wide, mouth wider as air and saliva sprayed out after the shot. Landing on his knees, both arms would cradle his stomach, as he made an effort to gather oxygen once more. Kizuki could feel his own power beginning to lower, which in turn would generate beeping sounds, not as rapid as before when he was powering up, the origin coming from the elite’s helmet. Was that all connected? Was this person using Kizuki’s battle power to determine how to handle him? “Get up.” the voice from the elite blurted out, in that distorted tone, as that hand had grabbed Kizuki by those long, spikes of his hair and hoisted him off the ground. Crying out in pain, a hand went up to grip at the wrist, to try to pry the hand off his hair. The elite’s other hand had shot out, gripping the massive neck of Kizuki and squeezing. Squeezing to the point where he could barely get in a gulp of air to fill his lungs. His hands now began to try to work those fingers off, trying to pry them from his neck. What the hell was this thing? The frustration was building within the Saiyajin male’s heart, his blood boiling with anger. As that temper flared up, he’d aggressively increase his battle power in a quick, short burst, using that energy to force his body forward in flight, reering his head back before bashing it forward against the visor of that helmet. In the process, that visor suffered a bit of a dent, but did not crack and the grip on his neck was released. This allowed Kizuki to fly off away from his attacker. The armored elite would grunt, regaining his footing to turn and face the fleeing Saiyajin. Raising their arm, a small, rifle-like barrel would emerge from the forearm portion of the armor, buzzing to life before firing multiple, red beams of energy towards his form. Some beams would miss, others would crash into his form. The body suit able to absorb most of them, but giving a bit once it was impacted with so many times, leaving a few tears and holes in it. “Kussoo …” halting in mid air, Kizuki would do his best to avoid the blasts, while his right and left palms focused ki energy into them. Aiming at his foe, he’d fire as many energy blasts as he could, aimed at the elite soldier’s form. The blasts that impacted with the rifle beams would explode, causing puffs of smoke to form in their wake, while Kizuki was able to fire off a few to bypass those beams, incoming towards the solider. However, the soldier managed to dodge every single blast. Kizuki would float in the air, shocked. How the hell did they manage to dodge everything he fired? He’d peer through the smoke, watching as the elite soldier stood there, surrounded by the burned ground of every blast that Kizuki aimed at them, successfully dodging all. It seemed as though they were scanning for him at the moment, fingers up towards their temple, the visor glowing red. “Hmph ..” Kizuki would glare, floating off to hide among the ships in the hangar.
The elite continued to scan for the Saiyajin, looking for that battle power reading to register a location. However, at this moment, Kizuki was crouched behind a ship in the hangar, suppressing his ki down to remain hidden. As he watched the armored one walk about slowly, scanning as much as it could in front of it, heavy boots thudding against the ground. He had to act once that visor was not aimed in his direction, the soldier’s greatest mistake. Stay in one spot, scanning all positions around you when relying on a scouter-type mechanism. Do not wander; do not turn your back to a possibility of an ambush. And that is exactly what Kizuki did to take advantage of his heavily armored opponent. With their back to the Saiyajin, they were left open for Kizuki to slowly slide out, his battle power still as low as possible. Once the opening was present, Kizuki would explode from his place of hiding, his battle power raised to as high as he could take it while both hands were clasped together tightly. Swinging his arms up, he’d bring it crashing down onto the temple area of the helmet, where the control panel for the scouting mechanism in the visor appeared to be. With a loud clang and crunch sound, that double axe-handle smash would completely render the helmet useless, and the soldier in a great deal of pain as the distorted screams began to emit from the helmet’s speaker. The soldier would land on its knees, trying to pry the malfunctioning helmet off its head. Through the screams and grunts, the soldier would eventually pry the helmet off, bleeding and gasping for air. Slowly, the humanoid-esque creature would look up, it’s face bloody and swollen from the destruction of the helmet …
Kizuki’s right arm was aimed down at the being, his open palm charred, bloody and scratched from this little skirmish. The open palm began to develop a crackling orb of light blue energy, pulsating as more and more ki was put into it. From the reaction the helmetless soldier gave, it seemed that their armor’s were much more superior than their actual body from taking damage. A shriek of “Noooo!!” came from the mouth of Kizuki’s attacker, before that orb erupted forth into a beam of ki. The column of energy ripped away at the flesh on the face of the being, the shrill scream now only an echo in the room as the body began to slump. Within the force of the energy, one could see the flesh crisping away, and even the bone structure of the skull beginning to crack and eventually turn to dust. As the body fell forward, the beam of ki was extinguished. Kizuki would see the headless form lay on its chest, the hole in its neck completely charred and burned. Lowered his arm, he’d give another flinch of pain. It was incredible as to how much his body was not used to using that much power. Maybe he wasn’t fully healed from 2,000 years ago? Most likely they had healed him as much as possible, but did he really become that weak? Well, he was in much better shape than the headless creature before him that was for sure. Still, he needed to get to his Space Pod before anyone else tried to stop him from escaping.
Picking up the pace, he’d reach the back of the hangar to where his Pod was being docked. With the hatch open, he’d pop half of his body in to begin toying with the control panel. As the cockpit began to illuminate, the mechanized voice inside would problem, “ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE AND READY” to which Kizuki was mildly surprised. In his brief run in with the computer room, he had seen these beings were researching everything about him, right down to his Space Pod, which warranted a bit of repair. However, it didn’t look like it would make much more than one trip if he was lucky. Regardless, the Saiyajin would slide over to the hangar control, initiating the control to have the ceiling hatch begin to split apart and open. Rushing back to the pod, he’d jump backwards into it, landing in the cushioned seat on his backside. His tail would slowly come to wrap itself around his waist one final time before takeoff. His fingers began tapping various buttons, his brain still remembering how to function the pod after all these years. As the hatch closed, the coordinates he had memorized for “Planet Vegeta” were punched in. “COORDINATES SET. READY TO INITIATE TAKEOFF” came the voice from the Space Pod once again. Once the hatch was set closed, the systems would begin to vibrate the pod as it elevated slowly. Kizuki could see the hangar filling with soldiers once more through the single, round window of the pod. A subtle smirk etched its way on his face as finally the pod launched off into space, towards the coordinates he had input. Towards Planet Vegeta.
Word Count: 1,845 Summary: Kizuki and this "Elite Soldier" have begun battle! After some tactical thinking, Kizuki was able to defeat this soldier quite .. brutally. In doing so, he has managed to get to his Space Pod and blast off for Planet Vegeta before reinforcements could thwart his plans!
This is part 2 of the thread. Looking for PL.
This thread will be closed after this post.
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Post by Reikiko on Oct 4, 2015 17:41:57 GMT
Chapter 1: 1676 WC and shall earn you 1340 Zeni
Chapter 2: 1867 WC and shall earn you 2240 PL
While it wasn't really an issue this time since your posts were only one each chapter, make sure to ask for only Zeni or PL next time per thread (not per post), no dividing your gains between posts since that makes things messy.
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