|♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: 250 |♢| |♢| Main Theme - - |♢| ✚ Before he could get an answer out of Ziber, the woman of pink had suddenly inserted herself into the conversation. It seemed she had taken a fast liking to the "Blue Dude", declaring she would be following him on his quest. As expected of him, Ziber accepted both of their requests. His student was the type of person to be readily willing to help a friend, or so he observed over these past two weeks. It was that bond he and Daiko shared that pushed each other along in their training. "Take care and be aware! I'm not sure what you may or may not encounter, so don't let your guard down" he'd bequeath some final words of wisdom before he and his new friend flew off. He would watch them until they disappeared past his vision and then head into the house. While Ziber want to find the magic beans, he decided now might be a good time to get out himself. That is to say, he planned to check on Daiko and Burberry. For the hermit to travel beyond the small village at the foot of the mountains, such a feat had not been done in years! Even going to the village was rare and only when he needed hygienic essentials: such as toothpaste, booze, toilet paper, and soap. Gyoza grabbed a bag out of his closet, stuffing in a few things haphazardly and then storming back out the door. Since he couldn't fly, it would quite the trek for him.
[EXIT]
☀【.MOOD.】 [Relaxed] ☀【.THOUGHTS.】 ["I wish you luck, my student."] ☀【.COMPANY.】 [Ziber and Ziber's Friend?] ☀【.OOC.】 [-] ☀【.STATS.】
｡｡｡[ENERGY SKILLS] ✧ Original Kamehameha ✧ Turtle Style Last Resort ｡｡｡[MARTIAL (PHYSICAL) SKILLS] ✧ Wolf Fang Crushing Fist ✧ Drunken Fist ｡｡｡[SPEED & MOVEMENT SKILLS] ✧ Afterimage ｡｡｡[ULTIMATE SKILLS] ✧ Neo Wolf Fang Crushing Fist ｡｡｡[OTHER SKILLS] ✧ Ki Sense
jake23482
DJSH9011
Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2019 6:21 pm
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The feet slowly descend as Aikon sets down Nion. Nion's eyes would close while he coughed and held a wound that was smeered in dirt. Aikon's hand would grip a patch of odd grass as she sniffed it. "This. . .It's oregano!" She'd say while rushing to Nion and stuffing it into his mouth while he struggled to chew on it. "Keep chewing, it will keep your strength up until. . .Um. . .Um!" She would jot around in a circle in the forest while looking over to see an odd house in the midst of the secluded area. She would squint. ". . .I-I won't let Ni die here!" She'd say while Nion was pikced up and propped against the woman's chest. His eyes staring to ground as Aikon would rush over to the house and kicked the door swiftly as the door flew open. The messy establishment would make Aikon feel at home immediately, though she didn't feel that she had time to revel in it. Her feet moved swiftly to place Nion down on a couch as he groaned, chewing. Aikon's movements were swift and clumsy as she slipped into the kitchen and picked up a weird box that opened as a myriad of beer cans fell on her. Her face was unamused while she looked to the cans and set down the box. Though as she blinked,her eyes widened and turned to the sink. There was water in it. It was dirty, but it could be used to clean the wound. She would rush over and dip her hands in as she rushed over , losing all of the water before flicking some on the dirt covered spot on her brother. The woman would then dash back over and before delving in, her elbow hit the faucet as a drop of water fell. Her eyes would stare to it. Her eyes blinking slowly before she tapped it, making another drop fall. Her mouth formed a grin. "Kehehehe! Clean water!" She'd call out while flicking it, making the device bend. Though nothing came out. Her eyes would fall to a less than happy expression. "C'mon, where's the wet!?" He'd then turn the handles furiously as she would begin to get the water all over face.She'd then chuckle and nod her head. "There we go!" She would take hand fulls of water to the man as she began to clean the dirt to his dismay. "This is only gonna get the dirt out. . .We need a way to help stop it from being infected. . . " She'd mutter while sniffing the air. Her eyes would turn to a smaller cabinet. Her strong sense of smell would lead her to the cabinet as she knelt down. Her hand slowly reached out and grabbed a bottle. She would use her thumb to break the top as she smelled strong alcohol inside. Her mouth would smile as she rushed over and began to pour it onto the wound without warning as Nion began to scream. "Oh shut up! You're suppose to be Captain of our Galactic Patrol Section, act like it." Nion's eyes would squeeze shut while punched the wall beside him, rupturing it. Not too long after, she would begin to tie the wound with a few sheets next to them while sighing, seeing how much pain Nion was in. "You're gonna make it. . .I promise." She'd say while walking around to see what she could find to eat while drinking from the bottle she had poured on his wound. "I guess this is good for a buzz."
ᴅ ᴀ ʜ ɴ |♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: ??? |♢| |♢| Main Theme - - |♢| ✚ The robot kept going until not only were they far away from Bur's manor, they were far out of the city. Dahn wanted to ask it to stop, yet she couldn't find the words. Clearly it knew better than her in this situation and went through the trouble of saving her and Prego. So she laid in the machine's arms silently, keeping her eye on the blonde beside her. The poor guy... The guy who attacked him seemed to have done a real number on him. If he had just a few more seconds, he would have done worse to her. And he was following orders...from Bur. The words that came out of her mouth still haunted her. Her demeanor was colder than- no...it was ice. Devoid of any warmth or compassion. Was that really the Burberry she knew? It couldn't have been. She couldn't bring herself to believe it... Dahn remembered when she first met Burberry, when they became friends. It was shortly after she lost her husband and she was feeling at her lowest point. She chose to focus on her kids and her career to ignore the loss. Attending a convention, she met the Berry Corp. CEO, whom she must have made a first good impression on. Being offered a job on the spot, the woman felt it was a fresh step in a new direction. She thought it was just business at first, but Burberry was ever present: asking how she was or if she needed help, even outside of work. The doctor became someone she felt comfortable confiding in. Hell, she even met her kids and her kids thought of her as an aunt. Dahn would go as far as to say Bur was like a sister; a pillar of strength when she wasn't feeling so strong. But that woman she met today...it couldn't be the one she knew. Was Bur going through something she wasn't aware of all this time? It made her question just how much she really knew about her…
Eventually the robot would stop once they were up in the mountains, finding a lone cabin here. She looked at the homely abode as she and Prego were set down. Why were they brought here? Was there someone here who could help them? The woman set the young man to lean against the house before turning her attention to the robot for a brief moment. “I...thank you” she spoke to the giant, staring at his well sculpted face. Her eyes would scan the rest of his body, observing every edge and curve. Whoever created the bot had such fine attention to detail. Was his creator inside the cabin? Dahn went up to the door, taking a deep breath before firmly knocking. Though after the first knock, the door would push open; the lock on it evidently broken. Her stomach turned as a broken lock was a sign of bad things. It implied a break in, which meant it could be dangerous. Though she doubted the robot would bring her this far and out of harm's way just to put her in a different dangerous situation. So she steeled herself and bravely stepped inside. Here, she found a humble home, a little on the messy side. But it wasn't long before the groaning would pull her attention to the couch. With a gasp, she covered her mouth, seeing the bloody and injured man. ‘What happened to him?’ Dahn bravely approaching him. She was no doctor, but she'd been around one long enough to know this man's life was fading...
☀【.MOOD.】 [Shaken] ☀【.THOUGHTS.】 [What should I do? I'm not a doctor!] ☀【.COMPANY.】 [Prego, Riga and an injured man] ☀【.OOC.】 [-]
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killer-wolf-kun
Lemonous Mochi
Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 12:03 pm
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The man on the couch breaths heavily as he feels his body stablize. His eyes would opened a bit as he saw the door open. Nion's arms tensed as he flipped out of the chair onto his feet, though not long after fell to his knees. "T-tch." He'd mutter while he panted deeply. He would hold his wound while looking up to the new girl who entered the domain as his hair would flop to the side and the dirt covered man allowed himself to rise up while liquor and mud flowed from his wound on his side.The man wouldn't be able to look strong, but if anyone were to attack him, he'd atleast be able to hold them off. Maybe even destroy the space they were on to escape. His weary eyes blinked slowly as he gripped the dirty wound and tried to look as defensive as possible.
Though within a moment a burst of wind came through as Aikon, the radiant ruffian, stood infront of him. Her mouth with a sandwich in it, and a few bottles of booze. The woman's cheeks were slightly pink as she stumbled a bit while trying to talk with the bread in her mouth until the sandwich fell. "Of all tha-. . .Gull darn it." She'd say while her face slammed onto the ground, and a crunching was heard. The woman's head would rise soon after with a plank of the wood which had the sandwich and a photo on it. "'ere 'az 'et-s**t!" She'd shout as the wood fell while she tried to speak and the picture of the owner along with his 3 previous students fell as Aikon picked up the sandwich again in her mouth, lifting her head to consume it fully before falling back onto her brother. "WOooooohooooo!"She'd drunkenly hoot while making light jabs at the injured man's shoulders. "What's the issue ma'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam." She'd say while leaning on Nion and smiling in her flustered state.
1. 🛡There was only really one reason for Riga to take the captives here, he had made a call to Officer Tonkzu, requesting him to find any familiar power signatures on Earth where they could hide, luckily he did. The Saiyans they had met back on Sabi evidently were here on Earth, he was thankful for it as they would hopefully be able to plan something to handle this whole situation. When they arrived, Riga had put down the captives gently, the female seeming to be in better shape than than the male. Putting his index and middle finger to the side of his head, where a human's ear would be, the Mechanoid had contacted Tonkzu "Tonkzu, I'll need a medic here stat, we're going to need a few hands if we're going to hold off this coming invasion. Ah and a new pair of rocket cuffs...I had to do away with the current one to escape." After giving an acknowledged nod to Tonkzu's response, Riga smiled comfortingly at the Earther. "Of course, as a Galactic Patrolman, I can't stand idly by and allow for the galaxy's citizenry to be in danger." He had noted how familiar she appeared to have been with the area, simply knocking on this cottage door, did she used to live here? If so perhaps some of her family nearby, in which case he may have more to worry about in the coming fight. As the door opened as a result from her knock, the Patrolman had drawn his ki magnum, holding it properly and finger off the trigger. While he could sense the Saiyans in there, it was possible that they could be unconscious, or even being held at gunpoint, then again it would have to be someone fairly strong and masterful over their ki in order to not only keep those two under lock, but also render their power low enough for not Riga to sense it, let alone Tonkzu. However things seemed fine, mostly. Aikon appeared to be heavily intoxicated while Nion seemed injured, heavily. With a relieved sigh, he put his ki revolver away and what appeared to be on cue, his fellow Patrolman and Friend, Tonkzu arrived on Earth along with another spacenoid.
The one with him appeared young, wearing a fairly elegant outfit with a mix of a Patrolman’s uniform added to it. With a light green hue to his skin and pigments of purple coloring his hands and feet, and a weird pistil-like appendage sticking from the top of his head, he gave off a humble and polite aura. His name was Borzuck, a Patrolman from a plant-based race of aliens who were quite skilled in the art of healing, at least a portion of their population was. He was a cadet of the Galactic Patrol, a very promising individual who would work well as a field medic for the GP. Turning around, Riga had smiled at the duo “Thank you for coming Cadet, I apologize for taking time out of your training, but I figured this would be good experience for you.” He gave him the usual composed yet kind smile he usually gave others, something which Borzuck had responded to positively. “It is no issue at all, Officer Riga, you are indeed right in that this will make for good field experience for me.” The plant man had returned the smile and went over to Preggo after Riga had pointed out to him. Kneeling down next to him, two additional arms had grown from his back and with all four out, Borzuck brought his palms against Preggo’s torso and radiated a purple aura that quickly encompassed the two of them. Within a brief amount of time, Preggo’s wounds and stamina should be back. Once he was done, Borzuck would follow Riga and Tonkzu into the cabin, the plant man seeing Nion and walking over to him. “Sir, with your permission I can begin your healing, your fellow Saiyan’s as well.” The plant-man clearly wanted to help them as much as he could, after all he was a up and coming Galactic Patrolman, so gaining experience on healing others would definately help. “What happened, Nion…?” He asked the Saiyan as Tonkzu cautiously moved to settle and calm down the drunken Aikon.
ᴅ ᴀ ʜ ɴ |♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: ??? |♢| |♢| Main Theme - - |♢| ✚ Dahn took a step forward as the man jumped up and fell to the floor on his knees. Covered in mud and what smelled like alcohol, she watched the liquid drip from his wound and onto the wooden floor boards. He might have been a complete stranger, but he was clearly too injured to be a threat. Though that look in his eyes... His eyes were lidded, but it was a look she knew all too well: the look of a warrior. Her husband had a similar glint in his eyes... She was going to help him, but stopped when another person entered the room. This woman barged in, standing in defense of the injured man. Dahn figured she was protecting the man from her, except the defender didn't seem so well herself. With those bottles in her mouth and the coloration of her cheeks: was she intoxicated? When she dropped the sandwich and then promptly tried to pick it up with her face, the brunette needed no other clarification. But when she did that, she ended up tearing up the floor and picking a photo up as as well. And in that photo, a very familiar man could be seen in it. When it fell to the floor again, she scrambled to snatch it up and get a closer look. Without a doubt, the large burly man in the photo among the four men was in fact her father. "This is..." the words trailed off. It had been years since she'd seen her dad and this photo took place before his unfortunate accident. Her relationship with her dad had become distant when he chose the fighting world over her and her mother. And when he came to her after leaving it behind, she was so bitter and immediately shunned him. Dahn regretted not giving him a chance then, it was the last time she saw him. But now, here his picture turned up in a foreign cabin with foreign people. "Where did you get this?! Do you know this man?!" Dahn asked the woman, showing her the photo and pointing to Gyoza. Did she somehow know her father?! Who even were these people?
Before she could get anything out of the drunk, the robot entered the cabin with a firearm drawn. All seemed well enough for it to put the gun away with a sigh. A sigh? What kind of robot sighed? Behind him, two more people appeared in a teleport, looking very strange in appearance. They were...were... 'ALIENS?!' Dahn stared with bright brown eyes wide open. She watched in silence as they talked and carried on with their business. The green one would sprout arms and begin healing Prego with some strange violet energy. The woman stood off to the side, keeping quiet and observing, trying to make sense of all this. First of all, aliens were not only real, but she was looking right at them, in the same room! Did that mean those people she met at Burberry's were actually...aliens? And this robot, was it- he one too?! This was a lot for her to take in all of a sudden... "....Huh" Dahn sighed, finally speaking up. She would then stumble as she made her way back outside in a daze. As she stood in the fresh breeze, the photo still clenched tightly in her hand, her mind was trying to process all of this. So many questions flooded her mind, but she hadn't a clue where to even begin.
☀【.MOOD.】 [Confused] ☀【.THOUGHTS.】 [I...I have no idea what going on anymore...] ☀【.COMPANY.】 [Prego, Riga, an injured man, a drunk woman, a pink alien and a green alien] ☀【.OOC.】 [-]
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Nion pushed his sister's body off of him as she drunkenly fell onto the ground while he panted and placed a hand on his wound looking to Dhan. She was concerned looking to the picture that came off of the floor while he tried to look as powerful as he could in his injured state. His hand gripped his wound while he heard the door open suddenly and looked at the assailant. His body would drop to the ground as he began to pant. His eyes looked to the Mechanized patroller and felt revealed to the point of dropping to the a weakened state. "R-Riga. . ." He'd call out while biting down on his lip attempting to sit up before the woman's question. It seemed that whatever was in the picture triggered some sort of reaction while he laid his head back and closed an eye. "This place. . .Was barren when we got here." He'd say next to his now sleeping sister. He'd struggle to sit up seeing Borzuck and the Yardrat Tonkzu. His body eased up a bit, though soon after he coughed up a bit of blood into his hand. Maybe he was going to be okay, without being deformed. "S-sorry Ma'am. . . I-If the owner of the establishment is in any danger, or missing. A-as a Captain within the Galactic Patrol, I will not stop until I find them." He'd say while leaning against the wall between the room and the kitchen looking to the blonde man who was being healed by the young plant boy first. His eyes closed while he shook his head. "Young Borzuck. Your tr-training is coming along well." He'd mutter while pulling muddy liquor out of his wound to prepare for healing while hearing the question and opening an eye. ". . .A Saiyan. A Saiyan that I was told of when I was young. A man who could take the universe by storm. . .Worth well over a thousand normal Saiyans. . ." His eyes opened slightly and gripped his patroller pants and looked to Riga. "He was powerful enough to qwell ever single Saiyan guardian in the HQ at the same time, and . . .I couldn't see a limit to his power. His growth was so exponential was that I . . .I felt myself become leagues stronger in the midst of it to protect my sister. . ." When he spoke of his sibling, he gave a disappointed glance to the drunk and giddy Aikon who laid on the floor pushing her belly button. "And all he did was adapt. . .Even with how much powerful I was. He was indeed. . . The Legendary Super Saiyan of Legends. The Ultimate warrior." Nion would say while looking to his knees. ". . . And now I'm here, too weak to even find a ship back to Sadal. I am a failure as a captain. . . I'm a failure as a brother. . . I'm a failure as a Saiyan." He'd mutter while his eyes looked to the ground. "It's just like when Daiko was lost. . .I can't save anyone."
The young man's eyes slowly open as he twitches and looks over to the few people around Dhan and his hand would clench into a fist as he felt the ability to move come back to him. He'd slowly begin to get up, groggily, before he stood to his feet and turned his head. "I-I. . ." He'd begin as he held his arm and leaned against a dresser. His eyes would look around seeing several people who were over his height while he stood on his own and looked across at the robotic man and two aliens. His eyes would widen a bit before he rubbed them feeling as though he wasn't in the right state of mind, or this was some sort of dream. Though as he opened them again and the voices became clearer, he was up and actually in a room of robots and aliens. "What the-" He'd mutter while he heard a voice speak from behind them as he would stumble over to get a look at the drunken girl and the injured man. The man's somber words carried weight as he stood and listened. He would feel them resonate, when it wasn't space nonsense, even in the presence of the many facts, he was doubtful. Though when he spoke of the young man's name his brow lifted. "Y-you know Daiko? W-wait, Daiko could be a common name. . .W-w-wait! No it's not, who's named after a vegetable! You know of Daiko!"
🛡Riga had listened to Nion's story, a look of concern forming on his organic metal faceplate. Seeing such a strong warrior in such a physical state, the damage to his pride was obvious and the feeling of despair he was oozing out had made the Mechanoid feel pity for the Saiyan. He had sensed that powerhouse back at the Doctor’s abode, and it was quite troubling to hear that he was as strong as Riga thought he was. This would be trouble, incredibly so if the Mechanoid was planning to help this planet and Sadal in someway. That Saiyan, the one supposedly coined as “The Legendary Super Saiyan,” would need to be taken out of the picture first, apprehended and sealed away, or...Convince to trade sides. The first two methods would be incredibly difficult, especially with so much power being at this Legendary Super Saiyan’s disposal, but if they were somehow able to get him on their side, perhaps if they could get Bur back to herself as well, they would have a much larger chance of actual victory against Fridge and his army. As Riga continued to lsiten, Borzuck would begin his healing ability on Nionn, placing his four palms against the Saiyan's torso, his being having been blanketed by the same violet aura that entrapped Prego. Despite hearing his kind words, Borzuck had appeared too focus to give any kind of response, fully enveloping himself in healing Nion. The heavily injured Saiyan’s wounds would begin to seal up at a astounding rate while also rapidly regaining his stamina as well, though his physical wounds would be healed, his mental and emotional ones would still need healing. Once Nion finished speaking, Riga would place his left servo unit on his shoulder and gave the Saiyan a confident yet comforting smiling. “In my experience, Nion, failure is not as bad as it may seem...It’s true that the feeling of loss can weigh heavy on your pride and the confidence some may have in you. But the beauty of failure is that from it a new road can be opened, a road given to us by the experience we gain from that failure. It may seem bad and hopeless now, but I assure you, the loss you faced will make you a stronger Saiyan than anyone could expect.” He made an attempt to comfort his now comrade-in-arms, but there was only so much words could do in this situation, it was up to Nion whether or not he could rise back up from this. He turned his cranial unit to face the two Earthers, noting how strange this must be for them. With a clearing of his throat, he faced them and then removed his Galactic Patrol badge from the lapel-like fixture on his torso, presenting it to them proudly. Seeing what he was doing, his fellow Patrolmen would do the same, Tonkzu taking out his own badge and Borzuck taking out a badge that was given to trainees, both of them presenting it proudly as the Yardrat stood to Riga's right, and the Koseijin to his left. "Greetings, Earthers, we are officers of the Galactic Patrol. I am Riga of the planet M-2, my partner on the right is Officer Tonkzu of the planet Yardrat, and the current Cadet on my left is Borzuck of the planet Yggzra, until your planet has been cleared of Fridge's forces, I look forward to cooperating with you." With the greeting that spoke for all three of them, the three Galactic Patrolmen bowed their heads to the two Earthers, giving a humble respect to the two of them before standing straight and putting away their badges.
ᴅ ᴀ ʜ ɴ |♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: ??? |♢| |♢| Main Theme - - |♢| ✚ The woman stood outside, taking a moment to calm down and process her thoughts. Nothing about today was something she could just take in stride. A lot of it was hard to believe even as she stared them in the face. From her best friend turning psychotic to discovering aliens in an abandoned cabin in the mountains. And in her hands she held a photo of the father she thought missing. Dahn sighed, shaking her head and taking another look at the picture in her hand. She wondered if these other people in the picture would know more about her dad. Now that she took a closer look, she wondered if maybe they were his students, given the scenery they stood in. The woman stared at her father, wondering where he could be... She might've stayed outside longer had she not heard Prego speaking. Putting the picture in her pocket, she pushed the door open and re-entered the cabin. Hazel eyes scanned each person in the shack as she came to stand next to Prego. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she would smile warmly at him, glad to see him well. "Prego...you scared me there for a moment. How are you feeling?" she asked him. Having known the boy for a while, she knew how tough he was and found it hard to believe he was out cold like that. Both he and Daiko were pretty strong, even placing in the latest tournament. Though, now that she thought about him, where was Daiko? A rather morbid thought would come across her mind, that the boy could've... No, she didn't want to think about that or needlessly worry. Besides, Daiko was even stronger than Prego, which was surprising for such a little guy.
Distracting her from her thoughts, the robot would speak up to garner her and Prego's attention. Him and his two friends would brandish badges and announce themselves as the Galactic Patrol. "Galactic Patrol? ...Space police?" she asked, tilting her head. Not only were there aliens in the great unknown but there was a police force for it?! For how long?! Was there a space prison? Space malls?! SPACE CONVENTIONS....IN SPACE?!?! Before she got too ahead of herself, there were more important questions that needed to be asked. With a one armed bow, she would formally introduce herself. "My name is Dahn and this here is Prego. It's nice to meet you, all. But umm...Officer Riga, with all due respect, this has been....quite a day. But...space police apprehend space criminals, right? So...doesn't that meant there's a space criminal on this planet?" Dahn more or less was able to piece together. It made sense they were on the planet to arrest someone not of this planet, right? Which she would then recall all those suspicious people who were at Bur's house. "...Did this...Did this criminal do something to Burberry?! She wasn't acting like herself... She must have been brainwashed or something, right? Th-That's a thing, isn't it? And there were all those soldiers and the big guy! None of that was normal!" Something had to explain that disturbing behavior; it just wasn't the friend she knew. And it kind of made sense the criminal would choose to manipulate Bur; she was a genius after all, perhaps the smartest person on the planet. But that outlaw picked the wrong person to mess with! Before she even got any confirmation, Dahn was already getting herself worked up.
☀【.MOOD.】 [Calm...er] ☀【.THOUGHTS.】 [This is a lot to take in... But if someone messed with Bur, they're gonna regret it!] ☀【.COMPANY.】 [Prego, Riga, an injured man, a drunk woman, Tonkzu and Borzuck] ☀【.OOC.】 [-]
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As Prego stood skeptical until addressed by Dahn, the Saiyan known as Nion was being healed. His grunts came out as he gripped the floor and cracked the ground as he felt the plants grow to help cover his wound. Though as this happened, Aikon sat up and gave a head tilt. "It's not failu-Hic-"She'd start as her hands clambered for something to help her as she rolled around the floor. This happened until she began to climb a sturdy, relucatant Surface that was Prego. His face holding irritation as she leaned against him and looked to the others drunkenly. "He's feeling a bit wah, wah, because he thinks there ain't hope. . .B-but no need for fear! The SUUUUUUUUPER Saiyan is here!" Her words drastic as she stumbled back and force before pointing a finger to herself, latched to Prego's prying arm. "I can beat the hunk of Saiyan meat with both hands tied behind my -hic-. . .Butt. Hehe." She'd then lean against Prego as he tried to pull her off.
Nion holds his closed wound as the warriors of the Patrol introduced themselves. Nion looked between the humans as well as they spoke of the Tuffle that was with him earlier. She was in trouble too? Maybe it was about time, that he lost one. He felt it deep down that he truly wanted to help, but in this moment, he didn't know how. The man closed an eye hearing how much it seemed the blue top meant to the woman and his eyes opened to see how the blonde man seemed determined about information on Daiko. Nion grunt as he removed the plate of armor the Saiyan's wore and dropped it on the ground. ". . I want hope, but I'm not one for childish dreams like my sister." He'd mutter while walking forward with a slight limp. "If anything has happened to her because of the Galactic Syndicate known as the Fridge Force, there is little to do besides try and wait and see what will happen when we call upon Galactic patrol from other regions. . .Which no that we have cause, may take only 9 years to assemble, and 5 more to deploy." Nion stepped to the door and opened slowly as he stood outside of the establishment. His eyes glazed with a somberness, that soon turned to anger. "Then maybe. . . We stand a chance. . .After that long." He'd say while his muscles began to pulse with tension. He'd stand infront of the cabin pacing and breathing heavily. "There's nothing I can do. . .I feel like. . .THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO!" He'd shout while slamming a fist against a near by tree, the fauna being sent out of the eyes view, probably, hurdling towards the sun. The man's hair was blonde as his muscles tensed and his cyan eyes stared to the ground as his golden Ki flared. This was for all a moment before it returned to normal. ". . .Apologies. . .I didn't. . .I-I don't want anyone else to get hurt or die. . .And it seems like there's nothing I can do about it."
Aikon's drunken stare began to turn into one of slight amazement. ". . .Hehe." She'd chuckle.
The man crosses his arms and looks off to the side, his finger rose as he lightly to scratch his nose while he had delighted Dahn with his awakening. He'd look to her and before he could speak he was being climbed upon by some random woman he had yet to even greet. He'd spin and weave trying to shake her, but it seemed her grip was tighter than leather pants. His mouth sighed as he finally stood and let the drunkard clamber over him. He'd cross his arms while he tried to shake the booze on Aikon's breath by tilting his head off to the side and looking to the 'Aliens'. His eyes blinked slowly, awaiting anyone to answer questions about Daiko and before long, his ear heard the strong looking man speak. He seemed to be broken up about this, though as he stared at the anger brimming, his eyes would wince, watching the tree fly and then turned to the robitic man and then to the former blonde before him. ". . .Is that normal in. . .Space?" He'd ask a moment before shaking his head and placing a foot onto the ground angrily. Though after he would feel the pain shoot up to where he was hit as he would hold his wound and with the added pressure of Aikon, tumble to the floor as she made drunken woos. His eyes looked tired while he closed his eyes and grit his teeth. "Damnit all. . . The big hunk of a*****e did something to Daiko, and Bur, and whatever this Freezer Force thing is, is gonna pay, if it's the last thing I do." He'd say while pounding his into the ground angrily, cracking it.
1. 🛡The officer always did feel pride when he was able to present his position as a member of the Galactic Patrol to citizens, to him it was like telling them everything was alright, justice was here to make all things right again. However sometimes that was not enough, as evident by Aikon. It was times like these which Riga wished his teacher was present. He had a much better ability to raise the spirits of others, to inspire them to go into action despite the odds. Sadly he has long since been deactivated. Thinking of what his teacher would say in this moment, Riga would clear his vocal processor before turning to the distraught Saiyan and speaking. “Often times it seems like hope isn’t enough, that it is nothing but a childish method of moving forward...But” He moved to Aikon and gently placed his left servo on the Saiyan’s shoulder. “Were it not for hope, even the smaller ones, none of us would be here, let alone our species. So even if it is small...I will continue to hold hope that our galaxy will be free from such despair.” His mechanical voice held a truth its owner believed in, that even if it was a flickering hope, he would still seek to ensure it’s growth. He would turn to the Earthers, hoping he could settle their quarries and confusion. “Yes, you could say we are the equivalent to your planet’s law enforcement, simply on a galactic scale in terms of jurisdiction. As for Fridge, he is what you could call a tyrant, a Frost Demon who leads a syndicate in hopes of attaining Galactic Domination while in competition with another Galactic lord. Your planet is not the first to be put under siege or be caught in his campaign. As for your friend, I am not too clear on her situation...But from the looks of it, she could very well be a sleeper agent, but do not worry, we will get her back to the person you knew her to be, you have my word.” He had made a promise to these Organics, he was going to help them and see to it that their planet was made safe. However he would have to prepare for the coming fight that would no doubt be here soon. “I believe it best for those of you who can fight to prepare for one, if we are to stop Fridge and force back his troops, then doing so is imperative.” With that said, he would sit on the ground as his eyes would dim, the Mechanoid going into what Earthers would call a “simulation,” his brain module clearing all unnecessary processing so that he may better focus.
2. His consciousness would soon enter a simulated world, a world he was very much familiar with. It was one of his first missions as a cadet of the Galactic Patrol, a mission which took place in a destroyed city. Back then he was still his hot headed self who wished to do more than just deliver packages, he wanted glory that surpassed his street racing, but at the same time he wished to make his mentor proud of him, that was all he ever wanted. He had hoped his mentor was proud in his final moments before his deactivation, that is what Riga has been doing his best for, at least one of the reasons. With his desire to do his mentor proud in mind, Riga would fully activate the simulation, bringing forth several Tethin bandits, a savage race of reptilians by all means. With not a word to spare, he would pull out his simulated ki revolver and aim it at the first Tethin that his optics could clearly visualize. With a pull of the trigger, a bullet composed of Riga’s ki would shoot forth at high speed, piercing through the Reptoid’s skull and killing it instantly.
3. The Mechanoid looked composed as he took the shot, being a Patrolman, taking a life was, while never easy, necessary sometimes and with how accurate this simulation was, let alone how the actual incident went, he would have no choice in pulling the trigger. One Tethin after another would fall with each precise shot, their flesh receiving a melted and burned hole from the extreme heat of Riga’s bullets. The instance this was based on had gone less than perfect compared to the simulation, back then Riga was headstrong and very much inexperienced in this sort of combat. So of course things were going easier for him now compared to his younger self, he was much more composed now, he could make more precise shots and knew exactly when to pull the trigger. He wished he always had this ability for shooting, simply to spare himself of so many embarrassing mistakes.
4. One, two, three, four, five Tethin were added to Riga’s kills, despite the coded Reptoid’s efforts to get closer to Riga they simply continued to be shot and taken down one at a time. There were more Tethin compared to what had actually happened, the Mechanoid simply desired to up the difficulty by having the bandits continuously spawn in the simulation until he was satisfied. To keep with this, he had increased their speed as well, allowing them to move faster towards their metallic foe. One had gotten close enough for Riga to blow a blast right through its simulated brain, another got close enough to warrant a few pistol whips followed by a shot to its abdomen. Two others had made an attempt to come closer to the Mechanoid, though of course with a concentrated ki bullet, he had shot through both of them.
5. With them taken out, their leader was next to come in an attempt to make up for its underlings’ lack of success. With a roar suiting his race, the Reptoid flew right at Riga with the full intent to deactivate the Mechanoid. Remembering well that the standard ki revolve did not do much damage to such a being, the Galactic Patrolman had holstered his weapon of choice. His next step was to activate and use his Siren Freeze, paralyzing the large Reptoid in place as the mix of carefully synched sounds and light had affected his motor functions. This of course would leave it open to attacks. The blue coloring of the lapel-like sections of his chest would suddenly change to a scarlet red. Quickly the red panels would begin to light up quite intensely, lighting up the area in a red hue.
6. With a “Siren Heart!”shouted out, a scarlet ray of intense heat would fire forth from Riga's chest. The large blast of heat would quickly consume the stunned Tethin chief, scorching him alive as his being was quickly atomized, brought into nothingness from the destructive ray. The final boss, of sorts, was slain, leaving the simulation cleared. Normally Riga would have done a simulation for far longer and on a higher difficulty, but time was scarce and he had none to waste. It was unfortunate, but he could not risk anything, he was prepared to lay down his life for this planet sure, but that didn’t mean he was going to be reckless about it. Indeed what was most important was for him to survive this ordeal with the Earthers and Saiyans and drive back the Fridge Force.
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Amidst the talking the few would slowly descend from the sky and land lightly upon the ground. Their eyes cold and their skin slightly darker. The eyes of all of the warriors would scan across the fighters and warriors there and honed in on the Saiyan duo who were in the forefront. The Daikos would look back to the Yosis as they would both say. "Direct match." The warriors would then in a single motion step forward and slowly gain a bit of ground on the house. All of them holding twisted expressions whilst the Gyoza's would cross their arms and Ziber's fingers would raise up. They were ready for an all out assault as soon as the first target lunged, no words were said, no eyes blinked, and no mercy was to be shown.
ᴅ ᴀ ʜ ɴ |♢| Universe 6 |♢| Human |♢| BP: ??? |♢| |♢| Main Theme - - |♢| ✚ The officer gave a confirmation to Dahn's inquiry...and confirmed it to be worse than she thought. A galactic syndicate? Planetary domination? And Bur...was a sleeper agent? How was that even possible? That would mean... "Burberry is an alien. Huh. That...explains a lot" Dahn remarked. Her blue haired friend was awfully strange and her past was a great mystery. The revelation of her being not of this world would make a lot of sense! But if she got mixed up with this criminal in the past and was manipulated in some way... It didn't matter. Bur was still Bur, somewhere. Maybe if they stopped this Fridge person, things would sort of right themselves. Except the one known as Nion didn't seem so confident in their success rate. 'Did he say...fourteen years?!' That was way too long to respond to a 911!! The man walked out of the cabin, blowing off some steam by destroying a nearby tree. "......I'll fight. With Daiko missing, someone needs to keep Prego out of trouble!" she grinned briefly, glancing over at the blonde who was currently being assaulted by the drunk woman. Taking a more serious stance she would go on to say "Besides...I can't just sit by while I let invaders try to take over my planet. I'll do anything to protect my family..." Though she said this, deep down, she was worried and a little scared. What in the world were they in for here? It felt as if they were suddenly thrust into some sort of sci-fi movie. But that didn't matter. Bur, Prego, Daiko and her kids - her family was in danger, so it was time to step up! Looking over to the green skinned officer with the sunny disposition, she would approach him and smile once again. "Bor...zuck? Right? Could you do that healing thing on my broken arm? I don't feel like giving the bad guys a handicap next time." Especially if they were like that big man back at Bur's place. While she waited for his response, she heard and felt a large force arrive outside the cabin. Wait, were they already being attacked?!?! Dahn moved to take a peek out the window, lifting the blinds slightly to see the militant group stand before the house. "WHAT?! THERE'S A BUNCH OF DAIKOS OUT THERE!! And...is that...?" she squinted. The large old men with them...they looked like...her dad? Confused and heart racing, she took a step back away from the window. They were all clones; that was the only thing she could think of...but...why them?!
☀【.MOOD.】 [Panicked] ☀【.THOUGHTS.】 [What's going on?! This is crazy!!] ☀【.COMPANY.】 [Prego, Riga, an injured man, a drunk woman, Tonkzu, Borzuck and the clone armada] ☀【.OOC.】 [-]
