Post by Articho Reville on Mar 8, 2016 5:21:39 GMT
Flames poured out of Articho’s hand as he blasted the hole in the wall with his Flame Kamehameha. He had wielding goggles over his eyes and a bandana covering his nose and mouth. The work had been slow, but they were yielding results. The hole they were making in the wall was becoming quite deep in relative terms, nearly ten feet in length. They had about another twenty to go, by Freeze’s rough estimate and it had taken them about a two weeks to get this far. The Flame Kamehameha had limited range if Articho wanted to make it hot enough to burn through the metal and once that range was exhausted, only a few feet had been achieved. By then, the metal surrounding the hold would be superheated and prevent the hybrid from making any forward progress for the remainder of the day. It then would take another day to clean out the melted metal on the ground and walls. That was there cycle for two weeks, along with dealing with the day to day events of the prison. Getting food, cleaning up, telling other prisoners to screw off, the works.
But there was also the riots.
Riots happened nearly every day without fail and usually at the worst times, like lunch. They would force Arti and his crew to halt whatever they were doing at the time and get ready to defend the shack. Ab, Kadab, and Alaka would stand outside the door, arms crossed and eyes staring hard outwards, daring anyone to try anything. Freeze, Cacan, and Frieda would quickly gather up valuables and supplies and cover their hole in the wall in case they needed to bug out. Arti would sit in the center of the shack, having transformed into Super Saiyan, and use his Mountain Fortress technique, making a large, red shield around the entire shack to protect it. They would wait until the riot was over, clean up any bodily fluids near their shack, and continue with their day. Today was one of those days.
The young hybrid adjusted his makeshift mask before hearing the tapping of something on metal at the mouth of his tunnel. He stopped his technique and looked back over his shoulder. Freeze was at the entrance, an annoyed look on his face. Articho frowned.
“Another one?” he asked. Freeze nodded and pointed a thumb over his shoulder.
“Ab, Kadab, and Alaka are already outside,” the Brenchian stated. Articho nodded and began walking out of the tunnel, pulling his bandana down and lifting the goggles from his eyes. “Are they ever going to learn?” he asked as he stepped out into the shack. Freeze pulled the pin on the poster they used to cover the hole, letting it role down and reveal a pin up poster of the human actress, Raduel Wilch, in her costume for the movie, One Million B.A. It was a movie years before Arti’s time and was made around the time his mother was his age and he had no idea how Freeze managed to come across it, but still. Damn. That woman could rock an animal skin bikini like no other. While it served the purpose of covering the hole well enough, it also provided for something pleasant to look at amongst the dirty grey that made up the prison.
“This routine is getting so old,” Articho commented as he sat down in the center of the shack. With a bright flash of energy, he transformed into Super Saiyan and closed his eyes. He concentrated for a moment before quickly thrust his hands out to his sides with a shout. A shimmering red barrier formed around the shack, somewhat deadening the sound of the riot outside. Freeze patted Articho’s head like he was an obedient dog.
“Good boy, squirt. That’ll keep us all nice and cozy in here, safe from the dangerous criminals outside,” the Brenchian said, prompting a snort from Cacan and Frieda. If they wanted to be safe from criminals, being in Knutts in general was where you didn’t want to be.
“Just let me focus on keeping us alive, alright?” Articho replied, not opening his eyes.
“Alright, squirt,” Freeze said, ignoring him. “I’d say we’ve made good progress on the tunnel for today. We’ll let it cool and clean it out tomorrow. Right now, I’ll get started on making some dinner. You feeling anything tonight, squirt?”
Articho shrugged. “Not really. Make it a surprise.”
“One of these days, you’re going to regret saying that.”
“I haven’t yet and I never will. “
“We’ll see about that, you confident son of a-“ Freeze didn’t get to finish before Kadab burst into the shack. Articho opened his eyes and stared at the Zoon-seijin in confusion.
“We got a problem, boss,” he said. “Heads are poppin’ out there and it don’t look like the riots stoppin’ anytime soon. Guards might need to come down and get involved.”
“Shit. We can’t have them finding out that none of us have bombs anymore or about our little op. You and your brothers keep on guard with Cacan,” Articho said. Kadab nodded and ran back outside with Cacan in tow. Articho looked over to Freeze and Frieda. “You two are coming with me. We’re going to stop this riot now.”
“Are you sure?” Freeze asked nervously. “Lotta people out there.”
“I’m sure,” Articho said, dropping his arms to his side and standing up. He stayed in his Super Saiyan form, but let the barrier drop from around them. He hurried outside with Freeze and Frieda right on his tail and hopped up onto the top of the shack.
“Alright, you rowdy fucks,” Articho shouted. No response. The hybrid grit his teeth in frustration before raising one hand in the air and firing a blast into ceiling. The explosion from the blast connecting with the metal managed to get the attention of the rioters around them. “Good. I’ve got your attention.”
A shoe went flying past the hybrid’s head. He ignored it and continued, “Now, I know you don’t care about most of these guys around you, but we got enough popped skulls today. If you want to keep your brains on the inside of your head, break this shit up before the guards, especially the Warden, get involved too extensively.”
“And who are you to tell us what to do?” came a voice.
“I’m leading the most vicious gang this prison has ever seen,” he answered, crossing his arms. “Step outta my line and you’ll wish the guards had their way with you.” He punctuated this sentence with a harsh glare. Quiet filled the Polestar for a moment before another voice rose up from the crowd.
“I ain’t gonna take orders from you!” the prisoner shouted, charging at Articho. With a swift flick of his wrist, he sent the assailant flying and crashing into a far off wall.
“Any other objections?” Again, silence for a moment before the prisoners began to disperse, muttering under their breath. He jumped off of the roof and walked back into their shack, collapsing onto his bed.
“Impressive show, squirt,” Freeze said as everyone came back inside.
“I was expecting worse,” Articho admitted.
“I think your smack across that guy’s face convinced them to listen. Most don’t want that happening to them,” Frieda said. Articho shrugged, but didn’t argue. They had managed to stop the guards from coming down and had established themselves as a force to be reckoned with amongst the prisoners. Maybe when riots happened now, they wouldn’t have to break up their routine anymore, meaning they could escape a little sooner.
“So, we’re a gang now, huh?” Freeze said after a moment’s pause. Articho shrugged again.
“Made us seem more united. Why?” he said.
“Well, we’re going to need a name for our gang,” Freeze continued.
“Let me guess, you’ve already got one thought up,” the hybrid replied with a smirk.
“Yep. And-“
“And it’s a surprise,” Articho finished his sentence. Freeze frowned towards Arti in mock offense.
“Don’t steal my line,” the Brenchian protested. Articho shook his head.
“Quit being so predictable,” the hybrid retorted.
“I’ll show you predictable…” Freeze muttered under his breath, prompting Articho and the others to laugh.
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Articho woke the next day to a box being dropped on his chest. He sat up quickly and forced it off, sending it crashing against the wall and crumpling against the ground.
“Overreact, much?” came a voice to his left. Articho looked in its direction to find Freeze was its source.
“What’s with that?” he asked.
“Me being unpredictable,” Freeze answered with a smirk, gesturing towards the box. Articho hesitantly got out of his bed and walked over to the box. He crouched over it and opened it to find…clothes. Just regular, plain old clothes. He looked over his shoulder at Freeze in bewilderment. The Brenchian signaled for him to pull them out. Articho obeyed and pulled the clothes out. It consisted of a pair of dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a fresh pair of socks, a fresh pair of boxers, boots, and a leather jacket. “You needed new clothes, either way. Figured I’d give you the tough gangster look you people have on Earth.”
Articho chuckled as he inspected the back of the jacket. A large symbol was emblazoned on the back. It was a ball of fire with the words “Reville’s Riders” printed over the top. “Digging the name, Freeze,” he commented.
“Thank you, thank you,” the Brenchian replied before pointing to their tunnel. “Get changed in there. It should provide you enough privacy so long as you don’t mind Ms. Wilch staring at you.”
“Ha, ha,” Articho said sarcastically before gathering up his new clothes and disappearing behind the poster. After a few moments, he reemerged dressed in his new outfit with his tattered old dogi in his hands. It fit pretty well and was incredibly comfortable. Freeze really could work magic when it came to getting stuff in Knutts.
“How do you feel?” Freeze asked as he circled Articho, looking him up and down.
“Like I can take on the whole prison,” he answered, dropping his dogi into the crumpled box.
“Good to hear,” Freeze replied. “Other gangs might try to challenge us now that we’ve established ourselves as a group, but attacks shouldn’t go beyond gang wars. We’ll be safe and our secrets kept.”
“Excellent. Time to get back to work.”
But there was also the riots.
Riots happened nearly every day without fail and usually at the worst times, like lunch. They would force Arti and his crew to halt whatever they were doing at the time and get ready to defend the shack. Ab, Kadab, and Alaka would stand outside the door, arms crossed and eyes staring hard outwards, daring anyone to try anything. Freeze, Cacan, and Frieda would quickly gather up valuables and supplies and cover their hole in the wall in case they needed to bug out. Arti would sit in the center of the shack, having transformed into Super Saiyan, and use his Mountain Fortress technique, making a large, red shield around the entire shack to protect it. They would wait until the riot was over, clean up any bodily fluids near their shack, and continue with their day. Today was one of those days.
The young hybrid adjusted his makeshift mask before hearing the tapping of something on metal at the mouth of his tunnel. He stopped his technique and looked back over his shoulder. Freeze was at the entrance, an annoyed look on his face. Articho frowned.
“Another one?” he asked. Freeze nodded and pointed a thumb over his shoulder.
“Ab, Kadab, and Alaka are already outside,” the Brenchian stated. Articho nodded and began walking out of the tunnel, pulling his bandana down and lifting the goggles from his eyes. “Are they ever going to learn?” he asked as he stepped out into the shack. Freeze pulled the pin on the poster they used to cover the hole, letting it role down and reveal a pin up poster of the human actress, Raduel Wilch, in her costume for the movie, One Million B.A. It was a movie years before Arti’s time and was made around the time his mother was his age and he had no idea how Freeze managed to come across it, but still. Damn. That woman could rock an animal skin bikini like no other. While it served the purpose of covering the hole well enough, it also provided for something pleasant to look at amongst the dirty grey that made up the prison.
“This routine is getting so old,” Articho commented as he sat down in the center of the shack. With a bright flash of energy, he transformed into Super Saiyan and closed his eyes. He concentrated for a moment before quickly thrust his hands out to his sides with a shout. A shimmering red barrier formed around the shack, somewhat deadening the sound of the riot outside. Freeze patted Articho’s head like he was an obedient dog.
“Good boy, squirt. That’ll keep us all nice and cozy in here, safe from the dangerous criminals outside,” the Brenchian said, prompting a snort from Cacan and Frieda. If they wanted to be safe from criminals, being in Knutts in general was where you didn’t want to be.
“Just let me focus on keeping us alive, alright?” Articho replied, not opening his eyes.
“Alright, squirt,” Freeze said, ignoring him. “I’d say we’ve made good progress on the tunnel for today. We’ll let it cool and clean it out tomorrow. Right now, I’ll get started on making some dinner. You feeling anything tonight, squirt?”
Articho shrugged. “Not really. Make it a surprise.”
“One of these days, you’re going to regret saying that.”
“I haven’t yet and I never will. “
“We’ll see about that, you confident son of a-“ Freeze didn’t get to finish before Kadab burst into the shack. Articho opened his eyes and stared at the Zoon-seijin in confusion.
“We got a problem, boss,” he said. “Heads are poppin’ out there and it don’t look like the riots stoppin’ anytime soon. Guards might need to come down and get involved.”
“Shit. We can’t have them finding out that none of us have bombs anymore or about our little op. You and your brothers keep on guard with Cacan,” Articho said. Kadab nodded and ran back outside with Cacan in tow. Articho looked over to Freeze and Frieda. “You two are coming with me. We’re going to stop this riot now.”
“Are you sure?” Freeze asked nervously. “Lotta people out there.”
“I’m sure,” Articho said, dropping his arms to his side and standing up. He stayed in his Super Saiyan form, but let the barrier drop from around them. He hurried outside with Freeze and Frieda right on his tail and hopped up onto the top of the shack.
“Alright, you rowdy fucks,” Articho shouted. No response. The hybrid grit his teeth in frustration before raising one hand in the air and firing a blast into ceiling. The explosion from the blast connecting with the metal managed to get the attention of the rioters around them. “Good. I’ve got your attention.”
A shoe went flying past the hybrid’s head. He ignored it and continued, “Now, I know you don’t care about most of these guys around you, but we got enough popped skulls today. If you want to keep your brains on the inside of your head, break this shit up before the guards, especially the Warden, get involved too extensively.”
“And who are you to tell us what to do?” came a voice.
“I’m leading the most vicious gang this prison has ever seen,” he answered, crossing his arms. “Step outta my line and you’ll wish the guards had their way with you.” He punctuated this sentence with a harsh glare. Quiet filled the Polestar for a moment before another voice rose up from the crowd.
“I ain’t gonna take orders from you!” the prisoner shouted, charging at Articho. With a swift flick of his wrist, he sent the assailant flying and crashing into a far off wall.
“Any other objections?” Again, silence for a moment before the prisoners began to disperse, muttering under their breath. He jumped off of the roof and walked back into their shack, collapsing onto his bed.
“Impressive show, squirt,” Freeze said as everyone came back inside.
“I was expecting worse,” Articho admitted.
“I think your smack across that guy’s face convinced them to listen. Most don’t want that happening to them,” Frieda said. Articho shrugged, but didn’t argue. They had managed to stop the guards from coming down and had established themselves as a force to be reckoned with amongst the prisoners. Maybe when riots happened now, they wouldn’t have to break up their routine anymore, meaning they could escape a little sooner.
“So, we’re a gang now, huh?” Freeze said after a moment’s pause. Articho shrugged again.
“Made us seem more united. Why?” he said.
“Well, we’re going to need a name for our gang,” Freeze continued.
“Let me guess, you’ve already got one thought up,” the hybrid replied with a smirk.
“Yep. And-“
“And it’s a surprise,” Articho finished his sentence. Freeze frowned towards Arti in mock offense.
“Don’t steal my line,” the Brenchian protested. Articho shook his head.
“Quit being so predictable,” the hybrid retorted.
“I’ll show you predictable…” Freeze muttered under his breath, prompting Articho and the others to laugh.
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Articho woke the next day to a box being dropped on his chest. He sat up quickly and forced it off, sending it crashing against the wall and crumpling against the ground.
“Overreact, much?” came a voice to his left. Articho looked in its direction to find Freeze was its source.
“What’s with that?” he asked.
“Me being unpredictable,” Freeze answered with a smirk, gesturing towards the box. Articho hesitantly got out of his bed and walked over to the box. He crouched over it and opened it to find…clothes. Just regular, plain old clothes. He looked over his shoulder at Freeze in bewilderment. The Brenchian signaled for him to pull them out. Articho obeyed and pulled the clothes out. It consisted of a pair of dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a fresh pair of socks, a fresh pair of boxers, boots, and a leather jacket. “You needed new clothes, either way. Figured I’d give you the tough gangster look you people have on Earth.”
Articho chuckled as he inspected the back of the jacket. A large symbol was emblazoned on the back. It was a ball of fire with the words “Reville’s Riders” printed over the top. “Digging the name, Freeze,” he commented.
“Thank you, thank you,” the Brenchian replied before pointing to their tunnel. “Get changed in there. It should provide you enough privacy so long as you don’t mind Ms. Wilch staring at you.”
“Ha, ha,” Articho said sarcastically before gathering up his new clothes and disappearing behind the poster. After a few moments, he reemerged dressed in his new outfit with his tattered old dogi in his hands. It fit pretty well and was incredibly comfortable. Freeze really could work magic when it came to getting stuff in Knutts.
“How do you feel?” Freeze asked as he circled Articho, looking him up and down.
“Like I can take on the whole prison,” he answered, dropping his dogi into the crumpled box.
“Good to hear,” Freeze replied. “Other gangs might try to challenge us now that we’ve established ourselves as a group, but attacks shouldn’t go beyond gang wars. We’ll be safe and our secrets kept.”
“Excellent. Time to get back to work.”