Post by Chai on Oct 12, 2016 8:13:30 GMT
IT'S ABOUT TIME
PART 1: DYING EMBERS
" Was it two loud knocks, a soft, then another loud? Or... two loud knocks and two softs? Oh gods, I knew I would mess this up. I mess everything up..."
A young saiyan muttered to himself, standing at the entrance of an abandoned home, fist hovering three inches from the crooked door. The boy wore a typical black saiyan tracksuit, but the armor saiyans typically wore was absent. His tail lie between his legs- it was very short and had a flat, furless stump at the end. Crimson blood still trickled like a leaky faucet from the short tail's stubby tip. His tracksuit was a black color, torn and ragged. His skin was scabbed and bruised in places, but his body still appeared to be well-fed and somewhat muscular. Tired bags hung from the boy's fearful eyes- it was hard to believe this kid was once a proud saiyan warrior from Vegeta. But that was before everything fell down. Before this peaceful village had turned into a poverty-stricken land of fear and despair, this house probably sheltered a family from the outside world. The abandoned house shuddered in the village filled of many others like it- wishing the morning light would come all the sooner to warm its weary walls. It felt so alone, so empty. How long had it been since it heard the laughter of a precious child? How long had it been since it felt the coolness of fresh paint or contained the fragrance of Sunday dinner? It was a crumbled beauty of an era long past, forgotten and dearly missed by all. Above them hung the tall buildings of the nearby Satan City, with the rugged suburbs a few miles away from the bustling metropolis. Many individual lights cast down onto the land from the distant buildings, most of the land blackened by the night- the lights of the distant utopia did nothing to lift the blackness of the night shrouding the poverty-stricken village, like how the stars in the night sky did nothing to alleviate the darkness of the Earth.
The saiyan boy knocked twice loudly. He remembered that much of the secret code. Then it was... two soft? The boy tentatively knocked two more times on the door. He heard rustling behind the door, and his fear shot to the stars above- his mind a fuzzy mess now. What was the next part of the code? Quickly raising his fist and hitting the door one more time loudly, the saiyan took a few steps back worriedly. "Kais above, w-what if that was wrong? They won't let me in, and they will find me!... No, no, gods please no... " But his fear was for nothing, as a small mail slot on the top of the door opened, revealing a pair of opal eyes that stared into the boy's soul. A gruff voice cut the air like a piercing blade, but was tired, somehow. "That's the right code, little boy. What is your business here?"
" I... " Before he could speak his purpose, a chopping sound slowly spliced through the air. Turning around and looking up at the scarlet clouds above, the saiyan child could see several helicopters flying over the horizon with their spotlights on. Were they looking for something? Were they looking for him? He begged to whatever go there might be that that was not the case. " What are you waiting for? If you don't want to die out there, I suggest you come in. " The husky voice's owner spoke once more. The boy began to creep up to the door and creaked it open, moving open a centimeter at a time. It could move faster, but the wood of the door had grown moldy and soft with water and neglect, and if he pushed it harder, he'd probably push it right off of it's hinges. The walls in the house were the same as the rock and dirt it stood on, stubbornly refusing to die. Inside, he saw the owner of the voice- a rather short arcosian with long antler-like horns that curved back around his head. He had blue "gems" on his shoulders, chest, forearms, and lower legs, and the look was finished off with his light blue skin and white bio-armor. What was most notable was the fact that the Arcosian's left foot was completely missing, replaced by a makeshift peg-leg made from some common household items- it appeared to just be the bottom of a plunger stuck onto a broomstick with some duct tape keeping it held in place. His red eyes pierced the air near the saiyan boy, silently and suspiciously watching his every move. Quickly ushering the saiyan inside, the arcosian raised an arm, which was surrounded by a light blue glow. Using his telekinesis, a worn piano in the room was slowly lifted up and gently set on the ground near the side, revealing a carpet beneath it. Walking over and sliding the carpet away, an iron trapdoor became visible on the ground, concealed beneath the piano and carpet. Lifting up the door, a long ladder that descended down into the black abyss below slid into the saiyan's sight. Climbing down the ladder and gesturing for the saiyan to do the same, the changeling moved the carpet and dusty piano back into place with his telekinesis, shrouding the two in pure darkness, save for a few small Christmas lights dangling near the stairs.
"So, kiddo, what brings you to to the our Headquarters? Someone must have told you the code." The Arcosian spoke, inquisitively. His red eyes illuminated the extensive ladder, with no end to the extension down into the underground base in sight. The saiyan boy recalled the man that sent him here. How he ran and never looked back, using every once of his strength to make it to the small haven in their ruined world. The one who saved his life, and countless others, and fought to save what remained of their world. "I-I'm here to see... um, C-Chai?" The child spoke the name of the man that saved him. The seven-foot-tall Earthling had found the saiyan hiding in the dumps, and sent him to the HQ to recuperate and rest. He said it was a safe place. Was there really such a place left in the galaxy? However, the blue and white arcosian froze on the stairs, causing the saiyan to nearly bump into the man as he climbed below him. Looking up at the child, the Changeling spoke with a tone of concern, worry, and suspicion. "...Say, how do you know the name of our commander? Don't tell me that information had leaked to Earth's Special Forces...!" Flinching at even the mention of the higher-ups, the saiyan boy frantically shook his head and spoke desperately. "N-No! They don't know anything! I swear!" The arocisian's eyelids drooped down halfway as he looked up at the child with the torn clothes, speaking in a stern and questioning voice. "Then do tell how you know him, please."
Jolting once more at the lizard alien's cold voice, the saiyan recalled when he met the masked man. "I... I, uh met him near the dumps, while he was gathering stuff. H-He said to come here and you guys would help me." He spoke the truth, having nothing to hide. The man had come across him in the old landfill. While he was scared shitless of the seven foot tall figure at first, the man offered to help him instead of killing the saiyan boy. But why? How could someone even know kindness in a world absent of any warmth? It was all cold, and hurt. It hurt to live. A look of hopelessness flashed in the boy's eyes, like it had in the eyes of so many others. The arocisan merely sighed, resuming climbing down the ladder with the saiyan boy in tow. "...That seems like him. We haven't had this many new recruits and refugees since the Arcosian Empire fell. Let me tell you, that guy's helpful nature is going to get us allllll into trouble someday." The saiyan boy raised a brow at this. How would being nice get you into trouble? The arcosian seemed to understand, but the meaning of the man's statement flew over the child's head. " I-I hope not." He still responded, hoping they would not be found out. The Arcosian spoke in a calmer voice, but he still just seemed so tired. " Same, same. So... who are you, kiddo? " Oh, right. They didn't even know each other's names! " I'm Cress... W-who are you, mister Arcosian?" He inquired, deciding it was polite to ask for the Arcosian's name in response. It wasn't every day you saw a cat and a dog getting along. " Chiller. It is a pleasure to be at your service, Cress. There aren't many of your kind left, you know... Oh! We're here, kid."
A flash of light greeted Cress's eyes as the Arcosian hopped off the ladder. What he had entered was a huge chamber, the walls - half naked rock, half polished steel were lined with computer equipment, electronic meters, machines that blinked and flickered with a life of their own. All sorts of species populated the catacomb-like array of giant tunnels. Arcosians sat back and had a drink with some Saiyans, like they never were enemies to begin with. Cress even spotted a majin and a namekain sparring in a fighting ring nearby. The whole tyrannical rule over the galaxy thing had put a dent on everyone- enemies became allies in the dire moment. Everyone seemed to have banded together to create a rather formidable force. They were nothing compared to Earth's Special forces if Cress's senses were right, though. Could a colony of ants beat an elephant? "So... Where's t-that Chai guy?" Cress spoke. He'd like to see the man that sent him here, and took him away from the apocalyptic world above. Chiller shrugged, remembering where he had seen their leader most of the time. Ever since he found a little journal with... debatable topics inside, he had been working his butt of on their secret project. "He should be in one of more... secret rooms, as usual. That guy... Well, he's put a lot of faith in our backup plan." Cress tilted his head. "Backup plan? Your other plan failed?... W-What are you guys going to do to now?" He spoke, causing Chiller to grit his teeth, eyes closed. He didn't speak a word, instead continuing to walk forward, gesturing for Cress to follow with his tail. Cress shivered a little, thinking of the gigantic seven foot tall zoan he met. Chai was kind of scary looking, to be honest. Well, whether he liked it or not, they would be meeting the leader of the Crimson Striker Rebellion.
IT'S ABOUT TIME
PART 2: SWORD AND GOAT
"...Hm." A white, furry hand was turned a page in a small journal. The notebook was old and heavy, the leather felt soft and delicate as he ran his fingers over the faded blue bindings. He stroked the leather lettering carefully before he opened the cover, paper rustled as he thumbed through the book to find what he was looking for. Words appeared and disappeared as his eyes flitted across the pages, quickly picking out anything of importance from the jumble of sentences, blueprints, and projects that littered the world immersed within the journal's bindings. The room was lit by nothing but the lanterns in the chamber- eight of them in total. The yellow flames inside the lanterns flickered and danced with no thought of the oxygen or the fuel they consumed. Several crates and workbenches sat across the room, with all sorts of books, blueprints, and tools scattered about. A long ladder descended down into the chamber as a mode of entrance, and droplets of water dripped from the ceiling above- loud thunder echoed across the stuffy caverns of the Crimson Striker base. A storm ranged above the underground lair, without the care of the abode's many residents. What stood out in the room was a rather small... spacecraft? The ship lied crooked on the ground, several pumps and wires slipping into it's partially finished, sleek interior. It was held together with several screws, pieces of tape, and melted bits of metal, all scrapped together into the amalgamated, unfinished starcraft. Lights inside the machine flickered on and off, a faint whirr of the engine echoing through the musty hidden chamber.While the towering goat Zoanthrope was flipping through the book, a quick 'shank' echoed through the chamber for a moment- a sword hilt fell out of it's sheath that was atop Chai's back. Strangely enough, the blade tapped against the ground and stood upright, briefly bending from the impact of the fall. A chromatic blade of Ki shot out if it's hilt, but the most striking feature was that where a gem once was on the hilt, a living, breathing eyeball had taken it's place. Nonetheless, the goat didn't appear to be shocked by any of this. Bouncing impatiently on the ground like a pogo stick with a life of it's own, the sword hooped up onto the chair beside Chai, looking at the commander dead in the eye with a concerned expression.'Oi! Chai! You're taking your sweet time with that ol' book. We both know we don't have much time left to finish this doohickey!' The blade spoke, somehow in a disembodied voice that echoed only in the mind of the Zoanthrope. Chai merely closed his eyes in response setting the book down as it flipped open to a large page with the prints for the starship in the room. Chai pulled his tight bandanna off from his muzzle, turning his head and staring down at the petite blade." I know, Guardia. You told me." Chai recalled how he met Guardia. While some mebers of the Rebellion were helping Kazar sneak back into Capsule Corp to smuggle some blueprints and spy on some of the Special Forces, Chai found a rusty old blade that actaully had a sentience. The blade had been stored in the building for god knows how long, and nobody knew of Guardia's conscious, as he remained silent. Nobody payed any mind to the seemingly normal sword- until he snapped and lashed at Chai when he found and plucked the blade off the ground. After he explained himself to the demonic sword, Guardia was enthralled! He had heard so much entertaining gossip about the Rebellion, and now he was meeting their leader! Deciding to side with Chai, the blade spoke of everything he heard while in hiding- and some of it was quite frightening. After that, the clock began to tick. They only had so much time left.'I swear! The nerve of that stupid kid! I don't know how rumor of our little secret, but if Earth's Special Forces know...!' Guardia fumed. Chai looked away, a concerned expression spreading across his muzzle. He had to ensure the machine was safe to use, but everyone would surely perish soon if they stayed here much longer. Shaking his head, Chai's shoulders and head drooped, thoughts of fear and doubt invading his mind. What if it didn't work? What if they were too late?" ...They will attack. "'No shit, Sherlock.'Looking over to Guardia, the Zoanthrope spoke once more. Even with death inching closer, they could not give up yet. Every second counted, and they just had to hang onto hope for now- it was all they could do. " We have to take every precaution to make this work. If we can evacuate everyone to safety, we can prepare for another day. We all can live in peace, for once. I'm relatively certain they do not know our location. We still have time, and we have to use every second. We only have one shot at this. " Sure, they could try to use this mystery machine now, but there were too many risks. If it failed the first time when it was used, it would be lost in time. But what, you may ask, does this machine do? Chai merely let out a brief chuckle after, leaning back on his chair and putting his arms behind his head.
" I mean, it would be great to not be one of the most wanted "criminals" in the galaxy." Chai spoke, making quotation marks with his fingers when he brought up the fact that he was considered a criminal. The Rebellion was just made of a bunch of terrorists to many. Guardia rolled his one eye, dreaming of freedom for a moment. How he wanted to just to kick back and relax...! But with the galaxy under Earth's bloody banner, the blade could not rest. He dreamed of another world, or another time, before all of this happened. He wished he treasured the thousand years before the galactic takeover more. Maybe he could have taken a few risks and lived a little more... 'Tell me about it, mate. But fleeing seems like the cowardly choice. I mean, we're just going to leave? Leave the world like this?' The sword mused. He was concerned about the well-being of their world, and what would happen to it without the spark of the Rebellion. Would the whole universe fall without them? They were the one barricade standing in the way of the Special Forces at this point, a dying flame in the hopeless world. Chai's expression sank. He too, did not want to leave. Others would seizze the chance to escape to a save haven, but this was his home, as screwed up as it was. The leader of the Crimson Strikers had a purpose. He had to fre ethe universe from Earth's tyranny, somehow, someway. But he couldn't. Not yet. They had no option except flight, fighting would just cause more to die in the one-sided war against the Earth.
" ...... As much as I hate to do it, yes. Kaula... perished to the president, along with many others. We can't win like this. But hey, we might even be able to go back and stop this before it even started. "'... Touché, commander.'Standing up and walking over to the incomplete device lying on it's side, the commander of the Crimson Strikers hopped into the cockpit, flipping several sqatches and turning some nobs, causing the vessel to flicker on. Good- it could be turned on and stay stable now. Eyeing a large engine protruding from an uncovered hood of the craft, the zoanthrope watched as a blue glow poured from the capacitor like a waterfall. Looking at a large, tantalizing red button in the middle of the control panel, Chai pondered for a moment. He could press it right now. He could press it and everyone would be free, possibly- if this thing worked. That was a huge if- there was no proof that these plans would actually work. "Ah, it's hard to believe we got lucky and found the prints to this universe-hopper before the Special Forces did." Guardia mused, hopping up and slipping back into the sheath on Chai's back, but leaving his eyeball free so he could see the machine. "If they got a hold of this... Well, the multiverse would be good as doomed. I can't believe we got this lucky!" Chai spoke, fondling with several exposed wires in the machine, plugging them into several panels and bits of machinery." Come in!'
It was a miracle Chai found the blueprints for the time machine. While he was out gathering materials in the Spinach Wastes, he stumbled into a barn to gather some potential tools to help the rebellion. Any penny was graciously accepted by the dying flames of the Crimson Strikers. Yet he was unprepared for what would be found inside the seemingly placid barn. Inside, the goat zoan found the starved corpse of a small saiyan wearing a custom set of navy blue, gray, and green armor. His hair was brown and spiky, but the corpse was was... very small. A child, perhaps? On second inspection, the dead body's facial features indicated he was sixteen-ish when he perished. It was a sad sight, seeing someone so young go. But what took Chai's interest was his journal. Inside were several entires detailing a plan of escape- freedom in another universe. The blueprints for a universe-hopping machine were embedded in the journal. It was a risk- there was no way to know if this little saiyan engineer was either crazy or a genius. Maybe both. But it was a hope the Rebellion flipped about! Freedom was at hand! They could live in peace!
Chai was snapped out of his thoughts when a knock echoed on the trapdoor leading down to the room. He and Guardia both spoke up at the same time, beckoning to their new guests. Who could this be...?
IT'S ABOUT TIME
PART 3: A VERY SHORT SECTION IN WHICH IT LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING IS ABOUT TO GO RIGHT FOR FIVE MINUTES.
IT'S ABOUT TIME
PART 4: THE PART I LOST INSPIRATION AND LAZED OUT ON.
Chiller had led Cress to a hidden trapdoor, located underneath a crawlspace below a large computer. It was a tight squeeze for the Arcosian, but little Cress had no problem crawling over to the trapdoor. The claustrophobic dark suffocated the saiyan as they lurked in the long, dark, and itty bitty passage. He had seen plenty of other hidden passages being used by the many members of the Rebellion on the way here. Chiller raised a fist, letting it hover over the concealed entrance, but turned his horned head over to the small saiyan, speaking in his usual piercing, dignified tone. "Alright. Here we are." The Arcosian looked up to Cress, narrowing his red eyes at the saiyan. Raising his hand as he spoke while the two lied down in the narrow crawlspace, the Arcosian voiced a threat to Cress. "You, as an honorary member of the Rebellion, are sworn to secrecy. Tell nobody about what you will see in these chambers. Or else." Folding his arms, he lowered his head, raising a brow as he looked at Cress, who just let out a meek 'eep' when the threat of presumed death was brought up. Nodding vigorously, Cress stared at Chiller dead in the eye before the changeling responded in a calmer tone. "Good. I'll take your word for it, child."
After knocking on the trapdoor and hearing the voice of the Commander and his sword companion, Chiller flipped open the hidden passage, climbing down the tenth ladder into darkness of the day. Cress followed, hopping down into the hidden chamber with his new Arcosian friend. Eyeing the dying flares within the lanterns that lined the ladder as they descended, flickering with an ominous glow. Oddly enough, wind seemed through the chamber. Perhaps there was a passage here leading to the outside world. Mouth opening agape as he saw the strange starship lying on the ground, Cress touched onto the brick floor a little after Chiller. Cress's eyes locked onto Chai, looking at him from head to toe. Chiller gave a respectful head bow to Chai, whom did the same in response to his follower. "Greetings, Commander. You have a visitor--" Chiller turned around to reintroduce Cress to their leader, only to glance back over as a scratchy voice penetrated the air- Guardia unsheathed himself, poking his hilt out of his bindings. 'Oi! Aren't ya forgetting to say hello to someone, you bloke!' Guardia's telepathic voice cut the air like a guillotine, to which Cress flinched upon hearing the disembodied voice, but Chiller just rolled his eyes. Before the sword could gripe more about being ignored, his cries were muffled as Chai raised a palm to shove Guardia back into his sheath. "Shush, Guardia. Anyways..."
The tall goat approached Cress, bending down to his level. "It's fantasic to see you got here safely. I'm... sorry I could not escort you myself. I had to gather more materials for this here... " Chai rubbed the back of his horned head, forcing a meek smile. He felt a little guilty for sending a rather weak and helpless child on a dangerous five-mile-long trek to their base. He learned Cress was a member of the fallen SSE, and wasn't quite welcomed on the Earth. Cress shook his head, holding his arms out in front of him when sadness flashed across Chai's face. "Oh, uh, it's fine! I made it here, didn't I?" Chai nodded, standing back up when Chiller cleared his throat, crossing his arms and tilting his head before speaking to the commander. "So, Chai. Any updates on the others?" Nodding, Chai recalled the other members of the Rebellion, who were all working hard despite the growing hopelessness of their situation. He was proud of them all. "Well, Fleece gathered more information on the Special Forces, which I will brief you about later, Kazar worked his magic with the Capsule Corporation again, and Collan's out on a scouting regiment with my mentor to go track down Levilidan. Plenty more are out to gather more information on if and when the Special Forces plan to attack us--""W-wait, w-w-what? Attack?! "
" Oh... right. "Cress took a few steps back, shivering when the goat zoanthrope mentioned a possible attack on the rebel base. Chai's pupils sharank, a few beats of sweat running down his face. "R-relax! It won't be for awhile- you're safe here with us." Chai spoke, holding his hands out and shaking his head for a moment. "They don't know our location. We're taking every precaution and holding them back as much as we can." Cress was a little more at ease, but the thought of facing the wrath of the Special Forces was terrifying. He was on Vegeta when they took over, but his parents managed to sneak him away in a pod, which was rerouted to the Z-Fighter's mother planet, Earth, during an asteroid storm. If it weren't for the commander of the Rebellion, he most likely would have died. Judging by Cress's skeptical and frightened expression, Chai figured he still had some explaining to do. "...We found out about this when I found Guardia here... Hey, Guardia! " Chai turned back and beckoned to his blade. Guardia's hilt slipped out of the sheath. The sword eyed Chai with a bored expression, eyelid half closed. Rolling his one eye, he spoke in a rather blunt tone. 'What? I can talk now?' Chai nodded, speaking as the sword hopped out of his sheath, the tip of his blade landing on the ground. However, the limbless demonic blade balanced on the ground on the tip of his edge like it was nothing- with some help from Chai, he learned how to bounce and maneuver around on his own like some kind of pogo stick. "Yes. Can you explain to our new friend how we found you?" Guardia narrowed his eye, pondering for a moment before nodding. 'Alright. But only if you don't shove me into that thing again! It's dark and stuffy in there!' After griping about how he disliked being inside his sheath, Guardia cleared his nonexistant throat, bouncing over to Cress and leaning over.'So, kiddo, I'm guessing these two fucknuggets told you about the Special Forces attacking us?'"Yuh-huh."Chai and Chiller rolled their eyes, the arcosian letting out a quick sigh. Guardia was awfully hard to put up with at times, but he was a useful source of information. The sword was quite powerful on his own, but was useless without a wielder like Chai. Standing up straight and closing his eye, Guardia began to muse about his time as a silent sword. 'Before I met ol' Chai here, I was sitting in some cabinet in the central station of the Capsule Corporation. It was boring as hell, trust me.' He spoke, body slumping a little when he thought of how long he was silent. A good millennia, for sure. He had tried to escape Hell without a body, and that... did not go so well for him. He had to force his essence into a physical object or body, and was stuck with a sword for a vessel. 'I overheard a lot there. Gossip about the Rebellion was quite entertaining! I overheard the Special Forces battle plans, gripes about us rebels, and much more. But one day... One day...' Guardia spoke, reaching the climax of his short story. 'Well, big shocker, Bing himself was in the building! I overheard 'im talking to what I presume to be a little kid, whom spoke of a rumor about the Rebellion housing a universe-hopping machine! And now they want it for their own use, from what I gathered. It was awful hard to hear them in my sheath, though...' Cress gulped, looking over to the machine behind Chai and Chiller. "S-So that's like a time machine...? A-and the Special forces are after it?" Cress spoke, earning a few nods and "mm-hmm"s of agreement from the three rebels. Chai piped up, speaking in a hopeful tone while walking over to the machine and leaning on it, patting the hood with one of his hands. "And she's nearly done! We'll all be free soon. Just think of it-- another world, where all of this was either ended or averted..." Chai voiced. Was there really such a world out there? Chiller averted his gaze, closing his eyes halfway. Their commander was always a hopeful person, but he was beginning to think he lost his marbles. There was the imminent threat of the Special Forces attacking and he was putting all of his faith in this debatable "universe-hopper?" It was... concerning, to say the least.
Before they could continue, Chai heard frantic, loud bangs on the trapdoor leading down to the chamber. Tilting his head, the Zoanthrope hopped up, bouncing off the walls to open up the door. Poking his head out, he saw a purple majin male, out of breath and looking at him with a broken, pleading expression. "...What is it?" Chai asked cautiously. There was a growing fear that... well... "T-they're here. The Special Forces are here. Bing is here. They found us." Chai's expression whitened out and sank when the majin confirmed his deep, dark fears. His heart sunk down into his gut as loud banging sounds ecphoed above- Chai could sense a massive power nearing in, followed by several smaller, but indescribably powerful ones. Gritting his teeth and climbing out of the chamber, a confused Guardia, Chiller, and Cress in tow, Chai rushed over to the main square of the rebellion's base, unsheathing Guardia and hanging tight onto the blade. Yelling out to rally his forces, everyone simultaneously turned when they heard what their leader had to say."Everyone! Prepare for battle- the Special Forces are here! This is not a drill!"Gasps, yells, and cries rang out for a moment, before everyone took off to their stations. They rehearsed this drill at least a hundred times. In the midst of the chaos, Chai could make out panicked, determined, frightened, and shocked voices ringing out.This was the end.
IT'S ABOUT TIME
PART 4: THE PART I LOST INSPIRATION AND LAZED OUT ON.
Chai watched on as the rebellion began to evacuate their longtime headquarters before turning around to see a shocked Chiller and a terrified Cress. While many said the only thing they had to fear was fear itself, there were many, many things they should be more alarmed of. But truth be told, Chai was scared. He and Guardia were tasked with stalling the Special Forces long enough for everyone else to evacuate. And they would do it alone. Chai didn't want any of his followers to perish like so many others did. Light began to drain out of the lanterns lighting their secret catacomb, causing the goat zoanthrope to briefly create a fiery ball of rainbow Ki in his palm to light up the area near himself, Chiller, and Cress. Everyone's minds were starting to fail, like an engine that turned over and over, never kicking into action. They were all afraid- scared as the sinful on judgement day. Kneeling down as Ki crackled around his body, Chai hid his fear and put his hands on little Cress's shoulders. Taking a deep breath in, the zoan tried to stay calm as he began to instruct the Arcosian and Saiyan duo."...I didn't expect this to be so soon. Look. I want you to know that... I'm sorry. I brought you here, and now it's all going to the dogs. Still. I want you two to run away with everyone else."
Turning to Chiller and standing back up, Guardia looked onto his leader with a concerned eye. Despite everyone's primal fear, he could see the undying flame of hope in Chai's eyes. The leader of the rebellion tugged his bandanna over his muzzle, determination replacing fear. It was not enough to do nothing. It was time for him to finally do something. Shaking his head while walking away to engage the Special Forces, the zoan spoke "Chiller, I want you to go find Kazar, Collan, and Fleece. They're in grave danger out there. Maybe even bring Levilidan along with as well." Chiller shook his head, his body more rooted to the ground than a tree. Anger briefly crossed the Arcosian's face as he spoke to Chai in an annoyed tone. "Him?! Levilidan's a brute, Chai. Why would you want to-" The white goat waved a hand dismissively, closing his eyes and speaking in a blunt tone. "Oh, come on you silly billy. He ain't all bad. That saiyan did help us when the Special Forces chased us last month. I guess he called dibs on my head..." Chai spoke with a forced chuckle and a roll of his eyes. Chiller simply nodded in response, knowing he could not change the stubborn goat's ways. The least he could do was honor their leader's last wishes, as strange as they were. turning to Cress, who was still terrified little Cress. The kid was sweating, and Chai could see his heart pounding in his chest. He felt sorry for bringing the kid here right before they were attacked. He thought they would be safe here, but the supposed safe haven of Earth was quickly uncovered. "And Cress.... Well, I'm sure we all know that I am likely going to die here. The rest of us will keep you safe, kiddo. We will save this world, and no dimwitted, corrupted brutes are going to stop you all." Tears had welled up in the child's eyes. Chai- one of the only people to show him kindness in this world- he was going to die?! For what?! Still, he wasn't exactly in a position or mood to question Chai now. Nodding his head quickly, the child forced out some choked words. "A...Alright.."
With that, Chiller ushered the child off, the two disappearing into the dwindling crowd of fleeing fighters. They were in no position to fight. Kaula might have sent everyone against Bing, with the hope that there was enough strength in their numbers. Chai knew better than that. There was no hope in a head-on fight. The least he could do was stall to help everyone escape, so they could fight for another day. For now, all the Zoanthrope could do was hope nobody else would try to be a hero and die joining him.
OOC NOTES: Well, this ended a little early. It would be too hard to vaguely write the Universe 5 versions of everyone's characters since I have very little to go off of with some of their personalaties. This is better of continued in a future thread, maybe we can do a group flashback everyone that's confirmed to be in Universe 5 can participate in, just for funsies. The final climax of Chai loosing his eye, getting absolutely destroyed by Evil Defrosch, and somehow escaping to another universe is best left for another day. I know this probably is a lengthy read, but I hope it was an ejoyable one. While I lost steam at the end, I have put a lot of effort into the setting of Universe Five. For now, I hope you enjoyed the read, and let's hope we can tie up loose ends in another thread someday! I don't want to hog all the fun in this universe to myself, now. ouob