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Post by Articho Reville on Mar 28, 2016 15:31:11 GMT
Articho leaned against the wall of building in West City, slowly chewing his way through a rice ball. His usual appetite wasn't with him that day, which was understandable. He had gotten back to Earth only to find that COSMOS had disbanded. With Gleciar still dead and Articho disappearing for longer than he had planned to be gone, Benetto and Sasha seemed to come to the conclusion there was no point anymore and vanished as well. The hybrid couldn't find them anywhere on Earth, leaving the human-zooanthrope hybrids gone without a trace. Articho sighed as he took another bite out of his rice ball. He shouldn't really let it bother him all that much. It's not like COSMOS actually did anything, except have two of its members die. No use crying over spilled milk. Articho tossed the rest of the rice ball into a nearby trashcan and walked away from his loitering spot. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he meandered down the street. When he had finally learned of COSMOS' disbandment, he didn't want to just leave it at that and move on with his life. He still wanted to help and he wanted to help more than just Earth because of the looming threat of the SSE over the universe. So, what better way than to try to repeat his stint with COSMOS all over again, but this time, do it better. That's why he decided to track down the Galactic Patrol and its leader, Beryl Roarke. Articho had managed to set up a meeting with Beryl to get an interview. Now, all he had to do was charm or impress him enough to agree to let him join. No sweat. Beryl Roarke |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 29, 2016 16:55:54 GMT
The Galactic Patrol was receiving a swarming amount of applications from aspiring recruits – all of them determined to become a part of the elite force responsible for the safety of the galaxy. While Beryl did appreciate the immense interest the public had in joining and supporting the Galactic Patrol, he still had to be critical in who he officially allowed to become a Galactic Patrol officer. It wasn’t any ordinary police force who could have as many people among its ranks as it wanted; those who joined were the most qualified of the bunch, the crème of the crop in cliché terms. Beryl was busy around the clock between administrative duties, offering training to both recruits and officers, visiting cities and towns in order to address local and global concerns, and keeping up with his own individual training. In a way, Beryl liked it; he was somewhat of a workaholic, and he was just happy that he wasn’t remaining idle for much time at all. It was only going to be a matter of time before the rest of the Galactic Patrol team demanded for him to take a vacation. But he had no time for that now. The dark-skinned speed-walked down the street; he had an interview to conduct. Articho was the interested person’s name. If Beryl had to take a guess, he’d say that the person was a Saiyan, but he was about to see for sure himself. Stopping in front of an electronics store, Beryl scanned left and right. He figured that this was the meeting place, but knowing how much stuff he had on his mind recently, it was also possible that he got the entire location wrong. With his yellow beanie, designer shades, gray long-sleeved shirt, green sweats, black shoes and his golden, crown-crested Galactic Patrol badge pinned to his shirt, Beryl would be pretty easy to spot for Articho. Articho Reville |
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Post by Articho Reville on Mar 30, 2016 23:55:00 GMT
Articho pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the time. Five minutes until the indicated meeting time. If he kept up his current pace, he should reach the meeting spot right on the dot. The hybrid shoved the phone back into his pocket and quickened his walk. It was better he be early than directly on time. His mother had told him employers take that as a sign of initiative, a desired trait in employees. Of course, this wasn't just any employer, he wasn't just any employee, and this wasn't just any job. Articho would need a whole lot more than just "initiative" to prove himself worthy of being an official galactic defender.
Afte a few minutes of walking, Articho could see the meeting place, an electronics store, not too far in the distance. A man stood outside of the store and the first thing to catch the hybrid's eye about him was the shiny gold badge on his chest. The mark of a member of the Galactic Patrol. It was Beryl Roarke himself, no doubt about it. At least, judging from the way Beryl was dressed, they didn't have a uniform to wear in the Galatic Patrol. It seemed a badge would serve that purpose just fine, though Articho couldn't help but wonder if he could get the badge as a patch seen into his leather jacket. In his book, it would be less tacky and a lot cooler than a badge pinned to his chest that would make him look like an elementary school hall monitor. Then again, he was wearing the outfit for his fake prison gang. He just couldn't bring himself to stop wearing it. He felt he'd be disgracing Ab, Kadab, and Alaka's sacrifice if he did.
Articho came within arm's reach of Beryl and extended a hand for the man to shake. His tail was unconsciously swishing back and forth, conveying the mixture of nervousness and excitement the hybrid was trying to mask. "I take it you're Beryl, the big man himself," he said. "The name's Articho. Pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 1, 2016 3:07:11 GMT
It was a good thing Articho didn’t outright comment on how lame he thought Beryl’s badge was. That was a surefire way to get on the Galactic Patrol leader’s bad side. Arching his brow, the dark-skinned human turned to face the approaching hybrid, noting the taller male’s dark, choppy hair, swaying brown-furred tail, toned physique and dark-colored eyes. He looked inexplicably Saiyan – with the tail being the dead giveaway – but Beryl knew that even half-Saiyans were born with the trademark, monkey tails. Either way, he was genuinely surprised that Saiyans were interested in the Galactic Patrol in the first place. Saiyans struck Beryl more of the type to simply do mercenary work that involved mindless amounts of killing and fighting. As stereotypical as it sounded, a lot of Saiyans actually were in that line of work. “I am Beryl. Nice to meet you, Articho,” Beryl replied, meeting Articho’s outstretched hand with one of his own. The handshake was firm and genuine, a testament to Beryl’s unending professionalism. “I’m sorry if I’m late. I had some business to attend to,” Beryl explained, releasing Articho’s hand. Beryl let his own hand fall back at his side. “Come on, let’s walk and talk.” Beryl motioned for Articho to follow him as he casually walked down the street. West Capitol was bustling as always – serving as one of Earth’s main industrial centers. West Capitol was also home to Capsule Corporation’s headquarters; it explained how the city was able to rebuild so quickly whenever it was destroyed one way or another. “So, what has gotten you interested in the Galactic Patrol in the first place?” Beryl inquired as he calmly strolled alongside the curious hybrid. Although Beryl didn’t bring it to light first, the hybrid’s power was surprisingly potent – if Beryl had to make an estimate, Articho was probably able to assume the Super Saiyan form with relative ease and familiarity. Having someone at that strength level would definitely bolster the Galactic Patrol’s strength, and that was something Beryl was working tirelessly to accomplish by offering advice and specialized training for any of the Galactic Patrol’s members. And Beryl knew that everyone in the Galactic Patrol was gunning to surpass him, and that was exactly what he wanted. Articho Reville |
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 1, 2016 15:48:32 GMT
Articho noted the firm handshake that Beryl gave him. One could tell a lot about a person based on their handshake and, from what the hybrid could tell, the man was very professional and seemed like the kind of guy you could depend on getting the job done. A good fit for the leader of what was basically the intergalactic police. If the interview went well and he got in, Articho could easily say he was glad to be working under Beryl. He returned the human's firm handshake and let go when he did. "Don't sweat it," the hybrid replied, waving his hand dismissively. "I wasn't waiting very long at all and you're the one making the decision. I'm running on your clock."
Articho walked alongside Beryl, his hands having since returned to jacket's pockets. When the man asked him why he wanted to join the Galactic Patrol, the hybrid shrugged in response. "I used to be in a group that did something similar to the Galactic Patrol. We only had four members, including me, but two of them died. One never came back and we disbanded. I decided I wanted to keep helping out, so I did a little research and found out about the GP. And here we are."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 3, 2016 20:01:59 GMT
“You had another group? If you don’t mind me asking, what was the name of it?” So, it seemed as though Articho had previous experience in intergalactic peacekeeping. His first guess would be that Articho was part of the Galactic Patrol at one point; however, that wouldn’t have been a possibility considering how long the Galactic Patrol had been inactive. Articho’s group was more than likely a ragtag group of capable fighters who wanted to make a difference in the galaxy. “I’m sorry about the death of two of your members. That must be … tough to deal with,” Beryl commented as he continued to walk down the street. “Though I still would like to thank you for the work you have done. As you’ve probably seen, the galaxy seems to be in a constant state of chaos – more than the usual, unavoidable chaos. With the SSE’s rise and the death of two planets and everything that lived on them, everyone’s definitely on edge and for good reason.” Beryl then glanced up at the taller hybrid. “I realize that you want to join the Galactic Patrol so that you can continue the same kind of work that you were doing in your own organization. However, the Galactic Patrol is an elite force, and we are very selective on who to officially induct as Galactic Patrol officers. I’m not sure if you know or not, but the Galactic Patrol gives its officers a lot of power. However, with that power comes responsibility.”The eye contact intensified. “So – tell me more as to why you’d be a good fit for the Galactic Patrol and how you can be trusted not to abuse the power and authority given to you if you were to become a Galactic Patrol officer.”Articho Reville |
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 4, 2016 12:36:51 GMT
Articho waved his hand dismissively. "You wouldn't have heard of us. We weren't very large and we didn't really do anything as a group," he explained, putting his hand back into his pocket. Looking back, he couldn't deny that the real reason COSMOS had even been made was because of Benetto and Gleciar having an ego trip. They wanted to be in charge of their own group, rather than have to answer to Bing or Vi-Poi. "I was really the only member who actually did anything," the hybrid continued. "The others mostly argued over which one of them should be in charge, then two of them died and that was the end of that. It was asinine and ultimately, a waste of time."
Articho paused for a moment, running his fingers through his thick, black hair. Regret shined through his eyes for a moment before he regained his composure. "Yeah... yeah, it was," came his simple reply. He still felt responsible for both Benetto and Gleciar's death. Both times, he hadn't been strong enough to keep them safe and, with Benetto, he went along with that man's crazy plan and sent him to this death. Not exactly doing the best job being a hero, especially for his first real times being a hero.
Articho matched Beryl's gaze, his eyes hardening. His mind flashed back to all the destruction and misery caused at the hands SSE for a moment before he replied. "Because I've lived it," the hybrid started. "I've lived through and seen first hand just what the SSE can do and what they will do. Satan City would have been a smoking pile of rubble without the intervention of myself and a few others when their insane prince decided to try and nuke the entire city. I've met good men unfairly and unjustly locked up in Knutts, three of which gave their lives to aid in my own escape after I was unjustly arrested and thrown in there. After seeing and living all of that, I couldn't live with myself if I found myself pulling the trigger of that gun."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 5, 2016 1:46:06 GMT
“Satan City? Oh – I’ve heard about the confrontation that happened there. You were a part of that?” Beryl said, eyebrows rising in surprise. “I have to thank you then. You were part of the reason why Earth is still free this day.” Beryl himself wasn’t on Earth when the SSE attacked – instead, he was on Aoi Brenchia, training harshly along with Abzerute – a certain Arcosian that managed to become the next seated Emperor of the Arcosian Empire. Beryl didn’t know that bit yet, but when he found out, his screams of horror were certain to reach every waking point of the known galaxy. “And you were imprisoned on Knutts? What for? Did the SSE manage to capture you?” If Articho was going to be a Galactic Patrol officer, then Beryl wanted to make sure that his record was as clean as possible – the last thing he needed was for a criminal to be given galactic police power. “Either way, I’m glad that you’re still here today and that you’re willing to continue forward despite the challenges you’ve endured. That’s the kind of determination that I hope to see in everyone, not just someone who wants to join the Galactic Patrol,” Beryl said, nodding. At this point, the two of them were starting to get close to the outskirts of the city. “Anyways, you can assure that if you do become a member of the Galactic Patrol, I won’t do anything to abuse my power. All Galactic Patrol officers actually have a lot of independence. For the most part, so long as you’re abiding by the rules, I’ll let you do whatever you want. Of course, I’ll still do check-ups on you to make sure that everyone is going well and what not,” Beryl explained. “I can find out more about you later. However – for now – I think it’s best if I conduct the combat examination with you. As you probably already know, as a Galactic Patrol agent, you’ll be required to be able to handle yourself in a combat situation. I don’t want to put you in danger that you are not prepared to deal with. That’s why I’d like to spar you, so that I can see what you’re capable of.” Beryl looked up at the tall hybrid – eyes masked behind his too-cool sunglasses. “Is that alright with you, Articho?”Articho Reville |
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 5, 2016 4:45:16 GMT
Articho shrugged. He felt the urge to toot his own horn and take a majority of the credit for himself, but he kept his ego in check. Bragging wouldn't really put himself in a good light. "I played my part. What matters is we kept the city safe and drove the SSE away from the Earth, while managing to avoid killing any of them. The warriors that fought that day are true heroes and I'm proud to count myself among them," the hybrid said, smiling at Beryl as he finished.
His smile faded when Beryl asked him about his few weeks spent at Knutts. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair again. "I was unfairly imprisoned," he stated plainly. "Though, I guess in the eyes of the Saiyans, it was fair. I think the guard called me number twelve on their shit list because of the near death of their beloved Prince, Luffa. So, they locked me up until I made my escape." The hybrid rolled his shoulders and adjusted his hands to loosen the tension that had built up. It happened whenever he thought back to it. The culmination of the stress of daily survival, planning and executing their escape, and the deaths of Ab, Kadab, and Alaka brought back many harsh memories that set off his fight-or-flight response. And flight was never an option for him.
Articho looked down at the smaller human, a fire in his eyes. "You bet. Name the time and place and I'll be there. I never back down from a good fight." He grinned at Beryl, his pearly whites glinting brightly in the sunlight.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 6, 2016 16:52:18 GMT
The details surrounding Articho’s imprisonment were still a bit sketchy, but for now, the story seemed to add up. Beryl made a mental note to research more on Articho’s past, just to make sure that the hybrid wasn’t hiding any … incriminating information. The Saiyans were pretty ruthless when it came to their imprisonment policies. Basically, if you did anything they remotely didn’t like, they either tossed you in jail or killed you right then and there. Luckily for Articho, the SSE put him in jail rather than executing him, but Beryl has heard the horror stories about Space Prison Knutts, and it wasn’t a place that anyone would want to go to. With the heavy security, the dim, metallic atmosphere, and the ki bombs implanted into every single prisoner’s head, Knutts was a prison that ensured that whoever was brought in had very little chance of getting out. That alone made Articho’s escape even more amazing, though it did result in the death of three of his friends. But, despite the horrific events back on Knutts, Articho still had his will to live and pursue his dreams and goals. “Excellent,” Beryl said, glad that Articho was more than alright with a spar. “Here. We’ll go to the fields near the city. We’ll be far enough from the city to where we won’t have to worry about collateral damage but close enough to where it won’t take too long for either of us to get there.” After digging in his pocket, Beryl pulled out a small device and handed it for Articho to take. “This is a tracking beacon for my ship. We’ll meet up there. All you have to do is follow the signal displayed on its screen; if you do that, you can’t miss it.” Once Articho took the tracker, Beryl pulled his hand back towards his body. “I have one really quick thing to do, but after that, I’ll meet up with you at my ship. See you there.” Beryl then turned on his heels and casually walked away, leaving Articho to locate Beryl’s ship. Luckily for the hybrid, the tracker would do all of the work for him. Beryl’s ship was located about three miles or so from the city in a wide, spacious field. Articho would arrive before Beryl, and that’d give the half-Saiyan a couple of minutes to look around. The spacecraft was absolutely massive – a royal-class ship no doubt – and it looked well-equipped too, enough to where it could serve as a mobile base for the Galactic Patrol. Beryl eventually showed up and walked towards Articho, hands in his pockets. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” he said, moving to stand a few meters away from the dark-haired fighter. “Anyways, like I said before, this spar will be for me to get a good idea about how you handle yourself in a combat situation. I want you to use anything and everything available to you. Don’t hold back. If the spar gets too out of hand, we’ll agree to end it. Deal?” Beryl was dressed in the same outfit as before, complete with beanie and shades. It didn’t seem like an outfit someone would wear when they were about to spar, but Beryl didn’t seem too bothered by it. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll let you make the first move.” Beryl’s stance didn’t change at all. Odd. PL -- 213,406; Spiritual Insight: (x16P): 3,414,496
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 9, 2016 3:23:04 GMT
Articho could see the slight hesitation in Beryl’s eyes after he explained the reason he was in Knutts. He made his own mental note that mentioning his time spent in prison wasn’t such a good idea. Saying in every day conversation, “Hey, I was arrested by the most evil empire the universe has ever seen and they threw me in their max security prison for the worst of the worst where people die on a daily basis, but don’t worry, it was total bullshit that I was imprisoned in the first place.” The story seemed likely to him, mostly because it was his and he had met plenty of other people with similar stories, but he was not everyone else. Being suspicious of him when he told the story was a likely response that he should expect, even if he didn’t like it. It would be best if he just kept his mouth shut about the whole endeavor unless someone asked him about the jacket, his scar, or about it directly. The hybrid wouldn’t lie about his time there for the sake of Ab, Kadab, and Alaka’s memories, but he wouldn’t be so open about it from now on.
Articho took the tracker from Beryl and looked down at it for a moment. His eyes flicked around the screen for a moment as he studied it before looking back up at the human. “I’ll see you there, then,” the hybrid said with a grin. “I hope you bring your A game.” With that, he took off into the sky and followed the direction the radar pointed him. The trip only took him a few minutes to finish and he touched down next to the massive ship that was the blip on the radar. The half-Saiyan looked at the ship, fairly impressed by what he saw. It was a lot better looking than the dinky thing he’d escaped from Knutts in. Speaking of that ship, he’d need to get to painting it pretty soon. Prison gray and brown weren’t exactly easy on the eyes and the logo had gotten the BBA called on him more times than he could count.
After waiting for a little while, Articho heard Beryl’s voice behind him and turned to look at the human. He waved his hand dismissively. “This is your interview, take however much time you need,” he told the man. He took a few moments to stretch out his arms and legs. He began to charge energy as he did, not very fazed by Beryl’s lack of looking ready. It made him look confident and Articho figured his intent was to try and intimidate him. Shame that the hybrid’s Saiyan side was urging him to go all out against the human and it was all he could do to keep his eagerness under control. He wanted to show that he was a smart fighter, not someone who shot first and asked questions later. With a flash of gold, he transformed into Super Saiyan and dropped into a fighting stance. “I hope you’re alright with me going all out. You do want to see how capable I am and my best would be the best way to demonstrate it.”
As he finished, Articho vanished from sight, moving around to Beryl’s left. He attacked with a kick aimed at the human’s head, before moving again, leaving an afterimage behind. He dashed to Beryl’s right side, leaving another afterimage aiming a punch to his ribcage before moving again, this time in front of Beryl. Articho aimed a punch at the man’s jaw, which he followed up with a powerful kick towards the man’s stomach before backing away again.
Transformed into Super Saiyan! PL is now 1,739,507!
Ki Charge [SU2] Used – 66%
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Apr 21, 2016 0:52:12 GMT
His suspicions were confirmed when Articho’s body became shrouded within that characteristic gold aura – the marking of a Super Saiyan. The hybrid’s moppy hair shot up into yellow spikes, and his power level also raised by a tremendous amount, tipping just over one point seven million. Still remaining in the same neutral position as before, Beryl nodded in understanding at Articho’s statement. “Of course I’m alright with you going all out. I won’t be able to make an accurate assessment unless you do so,” the Galactic Patrol leader explained. “Don’t worry about me; please show me everything that you’ve got.”And Articho did just that. In a flash, the tall hybrid disappeared, only to reappear on Beryl’s left with a brutalizing kick aimed at the dark-skinned human’s head. With the minimal amount of movement, Beryl ducked out of the way, noting Articho’s disappearance. His eyes narrowed. So, the guy was fast enough to freely utilize after-images, but considering that he was a Super Saiyan, that much was to be expected. The next strikes that came were blocked dismissively with Beryl’s left arm, his expression never shifting or changing. Finally, when the kick to the stomach came, Beryl’s right arm lashed out and grabbed Articho’s leg, both stopping the strike and preventing him from backing up. Beryl’s left hand snapped outward like a viper, aiming to plant a harsh palm strike right into the center of Articho’s chest. The pain, if the palm strike hit, would be truly hellish – pain unbefitting such a simple physical strike. Regardless of whether or not the palm strike hit, Beryl would then attempt to toss Articho the ground with a basic take-down maneuver, one hard enough to momentarily knock the wind out of the Super Saiyan. PL -- 213,406; Spiritual Insight: (x16P): 3,414,496Articho Reville |
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 21, 2016 5:17:14 GMT
Articho felt his leg stop suddenly when Beryl grabbed it. His leg shook from effort as he tried to keep his momentum going, but the man kept his foot firmly in place. He barely saw the open palm strike flying towards his chest. The hybrid tensed the muscles in his chest to brace himself for the blow to strike his chest. He felt the palm smash into his chest and his teeth clenched tightly from the pain. Articho then felt himself being thrown to the ground in a take down. This he knew how to counter.
Articho extended his arms and caught himself before he hit the ground. With some quick hand movements, he sent himself spinning around quickly. He moved his legs downwards, aiming to sweep Beryl's feet out from underneath him. He followed up by placing his hands back up by his head and pushing on the ground into a back flip, lashing his right leg out to strike Beryl in the back. He finished by standing back up on his feet and attempting to ax kick the man back into the ground.
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Post by Zerori on May 24, 2016 9:19:01 GMT
Articho Reville 2,268 <-- Word count3,583 <-- PL gains163,461 --> 167,044 PL~-~-~-~ Beryl Roarke 2,232 <-- Word count3,147 <-- PL gains262,248 PL --> 265,395 PL
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