Post by Zucceta on Nov 23, 2016 20:16:03 GMT
An explosion shatters all of the windows in a five-storey building. Bricks and rubble shatter and slide across the grey tarmac streets, black smoke billows out and four individuals, each wearing a dark mask and wielding cold automatic rifles, spill into the streets. One has hostages, a screaming lady with a whimpering child. The other three carry bags filled with golden zenni on their backs.
One, the leader, wears a t-shirt with a depiction of President Bao, with his eyes scratched out with red scribbles. Beneath that was a note in the same red scrawl: democracy nah. As sirens wail in the distance, he shouts: "Get to the driver!" A tuned up sports car, a fusion of screeching wheels and red-for-speed, slides into the street.
A female voice rings out, electronically modulated.
"You're going nowhere!"
It didn't take long for Zucceta to realise that she needed a disguise, for however long she was going to stay on Earth, if she was to interact at all with its society. Sure, she could stick to rural spots, distant places, but she didn't particularly want to. She wanted to enjoy Earth culture. Why not? She had spent so long not enjoying things.
In the past, she'd meditated for several hours and managed to come up with a workable design for a robotic arm. Surely she could put her mind to a disguise?
Twenty four hours later, her eyes opened. Her mouth was down turned.
She recalled her interactions with Captain Nova. He was one who chose to wear a costume, either to protect his loved ones or for the privacy of it. The costume was goofy, sure, but also pretty cool--symbolic and recognisable, those who saw that uniform would surely either cheer in hope, or scream from rage and fear. Zucceta's own image caused the opposite response.
Alright, then. She'd do something like that.
A couple of days of research into the "superhero" phenomena, which Nova certainly was part of, and she found that it extended back throughout Earth's history. Soon Zucceta had a solid sketch on the Imperator's computer, taking inspiration from an old hero from another time.
"Well, I might as well use the name, 'cause he surely ain't."
"Who the bloody 'ell-"
A blurred figure plunges from the roof of the burning building; as it plunges down, the shock-waves instantly quench the fire. It rapidly slows before it hits the ground, in a flood of smoke.
"Oh jeez its one of these guys-" One of the crooks laments.
The smoke clears, revealing a costumed hero in a black-and-red get-up, a dark crimson visor covering her eyes and extending into a sleek white helmet. Her black hair flows out of its back and meets a red cape, attached to a darkened saiyan battle-armour chest piece above black gi pants and the traditional saiyan boots.
One robotic arm, painted and hidden to blend in with the human, extends behind her back, while the other rests on her hip, her legs wide and bent outwards at the knee. An invisible wave of energy is released from the back hand and the car instantly flips, the roof crunching.
"Thing only had four seats anyway," a goon sardonically mutters, raising his weapon. The other three do the same.
"What do they call you, then?" The leader says, resignedly. He couldn't see this going well.
The costumed warrior moves her arm from her hip and points at the criminals, her lips pulled into a handsome smirk.
[Great Saiya-Man Neo: 100,000 visible PL.]
(Pose on landing, to clarify: 66.media.tumblr.com/71161376cc788c9844f9cf7ac48f3ae0/tumblr_nzef1cGppL1v1kat5o1_500.jpg )