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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 5:00:59 GMT
The Young Dog looks to the Stars
[Thread PL 23,737]
On the busy streets of West Capitol sat a Capsule Corp affiliated workshop. Many capsule vehicles on sale in the window, people browsing within. We see a stubby tailed and floppy eared young dog conversing with one of the sales associates across the counter. Paperwork being passed between the two.
Chili handed over the clipboard and pen back across the high counter to the capsule corp mechanic. " So... it'll be a whole month huh?" asked the small dog as he sighed and stepped back " I guess there is only so much you guys can do with an alien spaceship." He looked around the large open store front filled with various capsules, models of the vehicles within, resting above them. He shook his head as his ears flopped along, most of these machines being far out of his price range. However getting his spaceship fixed was something he could afford. Most of it had been in scrapped parts considering he crash landed on a mountain. The young dog had collected as much of the wreckage as he could, flight had helped with the task. Being in several different hunks made flying it rather difficult however. The next step for Chili would be to find someone to fix it. After speaking with several different mechanics he had found one willing to... tamper... with the alien technology it was made from. The ship being an experimental spacepod from the planet Tayona, made from an old fridge. It would be worth getting it put back together then as well as more cost effective. He looked around the store again and adjusted his cap. " Once I have that ship again I can go look for Dad" nodding to himself.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 23, 2016 17:48:32 GMT
Ship struggles were real. Intergalactic travel on Earth became popular with the rise of Capsule Corporation, but still – not just anyone could afford a spaceship. Once you had one, you had to take good care of it; otherwise, it’d fall into ruin, and attempting to travel through space with a derelict spacecraft was practically suicidal. After he finally landed on Earth, Beryl spent the previous evening relaxing, complete with a full night’s rest. Now, it was high noon, and he was currently en route to a local mechanic shop in order to get numerous parts for his Royal-class spaceship. The bell tied to the door jingled merrily as the dark-skinned human stepped into the humble store. Numerous mechanical products lined the clean, organized shelves. Beryl passed through the aisles as he scanned the available merchandise. He moved with purpose despite his browsing, and as he approached the main counter, the Galactic Patrol badge pinned to his green and orange overshirt gleamed proudly. It was a rather ornate badge, reserved only for the leader of the elite organization. “Excuse me, do you have any spare power cores?” Beryl asked the attending mechanic; he slid a single piece of paper over the counter. “I need one for my spacecraft. Royal-Class ship. One of the newest models.” He paused. “The Galactic Patrol’ll cover the costs.” In the meantime, both Beryl and the mechanic chatted about Beryl’s ship’s specifications. For the most part, Beryl paid no mind to the dressed-up Zoan; in fact, he forgot that he wasn’t the only person visiting the mechanic’s shop. PL – 143,972. Enlightenment Active. Current PL: 2,303,552Chili Pepper |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 23:56:46 GMT
Chili picked up one of the various models of capsule corp merchandise, eyeing it up, especially some of the various flying scooter models. He did have the ability to fly now, but he still walked a lot of places. A scooter would help him get around on land at least.
Then the door chimed, a bell ringing about and alerting to the entrance of another customer. Chili for the most part kept his attention glued to the model. But his floppy hearing organs were keen to any sounds. "..Galactic Patrol'll cov...." is something he caught.
Chili's head snapped so fast his hat almost flew off his head. His ears perked and his eyes focused. Over hearing the words "galactic patrol" had certainly gotten his attention. Dropping the model onto the shelf.
He padded over back to the counter and looked up at the taller human and eyed his badge. "Hey! Hey you're a part of the galactic patrol?! Like the real thing?" his tail wagged in earnest admiration. Chili's eyes seemed to shine as he interrupted the conversation between the mechanic and possible galactic patrolmen."I don't think I've ever seen any other of you guys!" he nearly shouted causing a bit of a commotion within the store.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 25, 2016 20:33:08 GMT
“Mm?” The pitter-patter of rapid footsteps made Beryl look over his shoulder in interest. Initially, he didn’t see anything until he looked down. A small, canine Zoanthrope decked out in a mix between a training outfit and a military officer’s uniform approached Beryl with unrestrained interest, big black eyes glowing with passion. For a moment, Beryl was caught off guard. He didn’t expect for anyone to be that interested in the Galactic Patrol. Then again, the organization had been inactive for hundreds and hundreds of years, and its revival was incredibly recent. He figured once word got around, a lot more people would start to talk about and show interest for the Galactic Patrol. “I am a part of the Galactic Patrol, yes. I’m the leader of it actually,” Beryl responded as he acknowledged the mechanic with a relaxed nod. The tinkerer made his way towards the back of the shop to fill Beryl’s order, leaving both Beryl and Chili to their conversation. The ornate badge on Beryl’s shirt twinkled in the light. Random customers stopped and stared as Chili continued to pipe up about the Galactic Patrol. “Well, the Galactic Patrol hasn’t been active for a very long time. However, recently – I’ve been trying to revive it. A lot of stuff has been going on all over the place and not the ‘good’ stuff either. The galaxy’s not as safe as it used to be. So, I decided to see if I could help change that.” The dark-skinned human looked Chili from top to bottom and nodded in approval. “Nice outfit.” Hey, it was very fashionable – most didn’t care about clothing nowadays and after spending so much time around Arcosians, Beryl almost forgot that most people did wear some type of clothing. “Where’d you hear about the Galactic Patrol if you don’t mind me asking?” Beryl inquired, genuinely curious. “Most people don’t know about the organization at first since it’s been inactive for hundreds of years. Word has just started to get around though. Was that how you figured out, or have you been knowing about the Galactic Patrol?”Chili Pepper |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2016 22:53:16 GMT
Chili nearly jumped out of his boots hearing this guy was the leader. But his head tilted as he was told of the inactivity of the Galactic Patrol, it didn't sound right to him. "I uh..."
He looked down at his outfit as it was complimented and then posed another question, the dog's wagging tail slowing down to a soft sway. "Oh. Well my dad joined, Commander Pepper? Maybe you know him" the young zoan spoke but his brow furrowed. "Or maybe not. He joined when I was little but... He vanished on a mission." Chili looked down at his feet "No one seems to know what happened to him really."
Chili took a step back and looked back up "But you're the leader, so maybe you could help me with that. I'm going to find him!" Nodding his head along in affirmation. "Oh and you can call me Chili, Sir."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 26, 2016 16:31:39 GMT
The head tilt, the slow wag – they were all subtle, but important changes in body language. Beryl noted them but kept any comments to himself. As far as he knew, the Galactic Patrol had been defunct for a long while. Perhaps Chili’s father, Commander Pepper, was part of the initial effort to revive the organization. It was the story that made the most sense to Beryl. “Commander Pepper? Mm. Oh! Yes, I’ve heard of him,” Beryl confirmed. “I managed to find his data profile while reviewing the Galactic Patrol’s information database. I think he was a high ranking officer, given his title.” He frowned once Chili spoke about his father’s sudden disappearance. That too was mentioned in Pepper’s profile. His current status was listed as MIA, though no one can either confirm whether he was still alive or not. “I can’t say that I know what happened to him. The last that the profile stated was that he was sent on a mission to settle a galactic dispute between warring factions. Other than that, I don’t have any other information on him.” His chest panged with guilt; although he wasn’t the one responsible for Commander Pepper’s disappearance, Beryl still felt a bit saddened that he wasn’t able to give Chili a definite answer. However, there was still a chance that the two of them could find answers, and Chili’s enthusiasm lifted Beryl’s spirit. “Of course, I’ll definitely help you out,” Beryl said. “Chili? Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Beryl Roarke.” The dark-skinned human offered a hand for a firm handshake. “It’s actually a good thing that you mentioned your father. I’m currently trying to find past members of the Galactic Patrol as well as recruit new ones. As far as current membership, I … really don’t have anyone yet.” It was clear Beryl wasn’t proud to admit that. “But I’m looking all over. The galaxy’s been going crazy, and it’s more dangerous than ever. Something needs to be done about it, and I hope that the Galactic Patrol will be a big part of the solution to make the galaxy safe again.” Beryl paused, blinked and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to go on a rant there.”Chili Pepper |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2016 2:34:23 GMT
Chili stepped up on his tiptoes as he was told that his father was known of. But that joy was squashed rather quickly. It seemed his father was really lost, finding him would be a momentous task. He looked up at the out stretched hand as the dark skinned man looked down at him and a smile crept across the dog's face again.
"It's nice to meet you Beryl." Taking the offered greeting in paw and giving it a stern shake as well. The young Zoan's ears perking up a bit as Beryl's plans were laid out for him. "Recruiting?" Chili let out a gasp and leaped up onto the counter with his short legs and stepped closer to Beryl, getting on at least eye level with him. "Could I join you think? I could help you and maybe we could find dad too!" The young Zoan moved back again and chuckled as he wagged his tail and hide his paws behind his back. "Sorry. I might have gotten carried away there, uh do you accept members under eighteen?"
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 31, 2016 4:23:26 GMT
Blinking, Beryl watched as Chili hopped up onto the tall counter with a single jump. With legs that short, Chili didn’t look like he had any jumping ability, though with that display, it was clear that he did. Beryl tilted his head upward to look Chili in the eye – now that the dog was on the countertop, he was now a few inches taller than the Galactic Patrol leader. “You want to join the Galactic Patrol?” Beryl inquired, arms crossed. He regarded the Zoanthrope with a curious look. “Well, we don’t exactly have an age requirement. Since the Galactic Patrol employs species from all over the galaxy, not every single species out there ages the same,” the dark-skinned human began. “However, I do have to say that the Galactic Patrol is very selective when it comes to its agents.”Beryl’s expression softened. “I understand that you want to find your father – trust me, I do. However, I don’t want to risk your safety by putting you in situations that you aren’t prepared to handle. Plus, although finding your father is incredibly important to you, that can’t be the only reason you join the Galactic Patrol.” For a moment, Beryl glanced off to the side to see if the mechanic was back. He wasn’t; loud clangs and buzzes were heard from the back of the shop. It seemed like the mechanic was still at work. “How about this, Chili? I want you to show me what you can do in a fight. If I think you can handle yourself well enough and you are able to give me honest answers about why you want to become a Galactic Patrol agent, then I will give you a shot.” With that, Beryl motioned towards the shop’s exit, inviting Chili to lead the way if he so chose. “What do you say?”Chili Pepper |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 17:50:34 GMT
Chili's expression saddened a little, Beryl was right. Maybe joining just to find his dad wasn't the greatest reason. The dog's mind buzzed a bit, along with the saws going on in the background. He kicked at the counter slightly, and his fingers clenched in his paw. "Dad wouldn't want me to join just to search for him either" he thought to himself "I wonder if he'd want me to join at all..."
He looked up suddenly at Beryl's proposition and he nodded his head his floppy ears jumped a bit. "I-I can do that!" he said with Ernest and his eyes glowing under his cap again as he looked Beryl in the eye. "You're right though I was asking for the wrong reason" the Zoan quickly looking away and then looking back at the tan skinned man "I should join to help you protect people. That's what he would have wanted." He hunkered down slightly as his tail wagged "I'll prove to you I got what it takes Sir." Looking to the door he leaped from the counter and made short distance between it and the doorway. Propping it open for the Galactic Patrolmen. "Do you happen to know somewhere I can show you? I don't think the street would be a good place" he said jokingly.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 3, 2016 20:03:33 GMT
“You’re right; testing your fighting ability here wouldn’t be the best idea.” As Chili waited by the door, Beryl tapped the counter with an index finger. “I’ll be back later to pick up the stuff. You know how to get in contact with me,” he called to the mechanic in the back. With that, Beryl casually walked through the open door, thanking Chili as he did so. West Capitol was bustling and as busy as ever; despite all of the recent disasters, West Capitol was rapidly recovering due to its immense amount of wealth and resources. Most of it had to due to Capsule Corporation’s headquarters being in West Capitol, Earth’s leader in technological development. “I do know a place close to here; it’s a training center. With all of the stuff that’s been happening to Earth recently, people have been making an extra effort at providing places where capable fighters can train. It’s not only for that; plus, they serve as places where people can learn to fight if they want. Self-defense is priceless nowadays.” Motioning for the Zoanthrope to follow him, Beryl started to walk down the sidewalk. “I just want you to know that there is still a good chance that your father is still alive,” the dark-skinned human reassured. “The lack of information … let’s just say that the Galactic Patrol has been having a very rough time lately. Not enough agents, a lack of resources and training – it doesn’t help that the recent threats that have been popping up are immensely dangerous and powerful.” The young man sighed. “I know I volunteered for the position, but I wouldn’t have expected that people actually believed that I have what it takes to be able to lead the Galactic Patrol. With all of the setbacks and failures in the past, I can’t help but feel responsible for it, even though I had nothing to do with them.”Beryl shook his head. “I’m ranting. Sorry.” Chili Pepper |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2016 23:12:16 GMT
Chili quickly followed after Beryl after he exited the establishment. His ears perked as he looked up at him while they walked. Soaking in the words and nodding his head along. "You should know how to protect yourself" said the pup before crossing his arms across his red clothed chest "Or the people you love."
They continued as Beryl continued. Making their way to the eventual place of their spare with Beryl leading the way. Chili's black boots scraped against the ground, eventually he would just levitate himself into the air just enough to float behind the Galactic Patrolmen.
"Well you look really strong to me Sir. But like my master used to say..." Chili flying in front of the dark skinned human suddenly and stuffs his paws into his sleeves touching the two ends together. His eyes closed as he spoke softly and did a very solid impression of his former teacher. "You should never judge a weapon before it's drawn" followed by a mocking bow. His head popped back up as he let out a laugh. His finger pointed at Beryl, "And my dad used to say protecting people is everyone's responsibility, that's why he joined. It's the same for you Mr. Beryl, it's not just your responsibility, it's everyone's. Even the citizens you protect."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 4, 2016 22:07:13 GMT
“You’re right; testing your fighting ability here wouldn’t be the best idea.” “The only problem with the self-defense bit is we Earthlings have it pretty tough in the grand scheme of things. Compared to all of the other species in the galaxy, we’re arguably the weakest, and that means we have to work that much harder to be able to compete with all of the other species out there,” Beryl commented, still strolling along. They weren’t too far away from the training center now. “However, there is something that sets us apart from everyone else.” He was about to speak more about it, but Chili’s sudden display of flight caught him off guard. The Galactic Patrol leader jumped, staring with wide, dark-brown eyes as the shrimpy Zoanthrope hovered in front of him. Chili’s impression of his “old, wise master” earned an amused grin from Beryl, and the reassurance helped quell the dark-skinned human’s nerves. “Thanks for the reassurance. We just need to help others realize that they are not completely defenseless, that they can help keep peace in the galaxy.” There was a brief pause. “But that’s going to take a lot of work.” Beryl noted Chili’s comment concerning his strength, and in a way, it interested him. Beryl didn’t look strong by conventional standards: his physique was average at best; his demeanor was mellow and reserved, and he was humble and modest to a fault. So, what made Chili say that Beryl seemed strong? Since Chili could use ki to fly, did he know how to sense ki signatures as well? “Here it is,” Beryl announced, gesturing to a fancy building up ahead. It was the training center that he mentioned, and once the two stepped inside, Chili would get a good look at the facility’s interior. It was state-of-the-art and brand spanking new. The entire facility had anything that an aspiring martial artist could ever want: weight lifting rooms, training seminars, trainers and mentors. There were even several open sparring rings and fields in the back of the facility, and that’s where Beryl and Chili were headed. “Although we’re still in the city, these fields will give us plenty of room,” Beryl said as he headed towards one open field in particular. It was about half the size of the average soccer field: fifty by fifty meters. Beryl moved to stand in the field’s center and with a nonchalant turn, he moved to look right at Chili. “You need to give this your one hundred percent effort, alright?” Beryl advised. “While we’re not trying to kill each other, I need to see you at your best. Don’t hold back.” Beryl’s relaxed stance hadn’t changed one bit. “Start whenever you’re ready.” Chili Pepper |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2016 17:56:48 GMT
Landing back on the pavement Chili would nod his head. "That's the only way to get stronger for anyone, you have to put effort into it" added the pup as he retook his position and continued to follow behind Beryl. He would nearly run into the back of the man's legs as they came to the building.
The Zoan leaning around the lower half of the patrolmen and looking over all the very shiny equipment. His eyes lighting up as he let out an excited "ohh!". He hadn't ever trained in something this new or advanced. It was usually somewhere on a mountain or in his old dojo.
His twinkling eyes were soon drawn back to Beryl as he made his way towards the rear of the training facility. Chili scurrying after him in his boots. Coming to a rest in the sparring fields. The pup looking around and then back at the dark skinned man as he spoke. Chili had done a few spars in the past and most people seemed to think he wasn't taking them seriously.
"If I'm going to show Mr. Beryl I'm serious I'm going to have to go all out. Even if I end up hurting him. No holding back" he thought to himself as Chili gave the relaxed beryl a bow, flaming eyes peered up from under his cap suddenly and Chili launched himself in the air and aimed a knee at Beryl's chin as their spar began.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 17, 2016 7:33:41 GMT
Good thing Chili didn’t have any issues training in the facility. Most preferred the scenic route, whether it was some reclusive dojo up in the mountains or a spar on one of the thousands of islands scattered throughout Southern Earth. Many of Earth’s training facilities didn’t necessarily cater to those who could use and manipulate ki, but there were a few out there who had those who were much stronger the average Earthling in mind. However, those facilities were generally for private or restricted use. Beryl initiated the challenge, and Chili accepted it. The Galactic Patrol leader watched with interest as the young Zoanthrope dipped his body down in a respectful bow before a fierce, determined expression overtook his visage. Metaphorical flames burned in the dog’s eyes, and with surprising speed, Chili darted through the air. While Chili was small, that didn’t damper his strength; his knee smashed into Beryl’s chin, causing the human’s head to cock backwards from the impact. For a brief second or two, there was a complete lack of movement or reaction on Beryl’s part. Then, a hand shot forward. It aimed to grip Chili’s fancy jacket with a vice-like grip. The close proximity between the two would make it very difficult for Chili to escape, not to mention the immense gap in strength between him and Beryl. If the grab was successful, Beryl would bring his head back forward; the look on his face was stoic, save for his eyes. They were cold, void-filled, intimidating. Suddenly, his grip tightened even further, enough to squeeze the air out of Chili’s compact body. Then, with almost a dismissive motion, Beryl would try and hurl the Zoanthrope towards a nearby wall like a living projectile. The force wasn’t enough to kill or cripple, but it would definitely be painful. Chili PepperOOC - Very sorry for the wait. I've been having a lot of emergencies/serious business to tend to. |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 2:37:06 GMT
Chili let out a surprised "hrk!" as he was suddenly grabbed mid air. His attack had landed, heck it knocked the Galatic Patrolman's head back. But now those eyes were staring back at him, not aflame like Chili's, but instead frozen and deadly.
The young Zoan swallowed very hard a scene you would see in a cartoon when someone knew a mistake had been made. A mistake that will lead to very poor repercussions. Wiggling in Beryls grasp as their eyes kept their lock, his tail swayed back and forth along with his captured body. His legs kicking in the air before his breath was suddenly squeezed from him by the tightening grip on his collar. Chili moved his arms up grabbing at the dark skinned hand trying to force it off. Those searing eyes looking a little more terrified by the current situation.
His small body was suddenly hurled across the room with some great force. His form slammed into the wall and his torso and limbs sank into it's solid surface. A web of lightning like fissures danced out from the epicenter of pain the dog was now experiencing. Chili coughing up some spit as he sat in his perfectly sized crevice. His eyes watched Beryl as he tried to gather his thoughts. He was hurting all over but everything still seemed to be connected and in one piece.
The Zoan lurched one of his arms free and pressed against the wall yanking himself out of his cavity only to fall to the ground with a puff of dust. Laying there on the cold turf for a minute or two before he would stir again. The pup pushing his tired body off the floor and slowly climbing back to his feet. The red coated canine stood once more facing Beryl determined again, his eyes looking drowsy and his body clearly very sore and tired from just one hit. Chili wiped one of his sleeves across his muzzle and cleared away his spittle. The hand connected to the arm in that sleeve moved out away from his body and aimed itself at the Galactic Patrolmen. His palm laid flat and faced the ceiling before he would curl his fingers over and he managed to speak finally."Bring it on" he challenged.
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