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The digital voice of Rakasei's pod had spoken up. Breaking the monotonous tone of whistling set by the moving of his vehicle. Speaking, informing him of his imminent landing. No target, no mission. He was more or less discharged and given a chance to go out on his own limb to reconstruct what pride was left in his heart. He had been traveling for a few days now. Darting through the void of the milky way galaxy. Left alone, with his thoughts. Allowed to consider his options and what he'd do upon landing. How he'd read and and respond to the natives. Whether or not he would break necks or break ice, and engage with the Earthlings. Perhaps, it was in his best interest to scout the power levels, though. After all, the last time he was so foolish as to immediately pounce into a fight had only lead to his captivity and imprisonment on a settlement. That couldn't happen again, he wouldn't allow it. Rakasei had far too much to do. And even if his plans had been cleared, he would have chosen to die than become a prisoner of any planet again. Such an experience toughed him out, but alas, wore his psyche as an exchange. Fair? No, not to him. Really, it was up to whoever the question was presented to and he felt it wasn't fair to be stripped of his dignity and played with as if he was some sort of child's play thing. Besides, he had already set several precautions that would prevent such an ill fate. Small to large, such as his favored mask as well as his averaged power level. Not many creatures in the galaxy boasted more than a few hundred. There were exceptions however. Colossus sized men and women whose strength exceeded hundreds and thousands.
– Proceeding with entrance. –
Ah, perfect. Just what he wanted. His entrance was finalized and undergoing with said news. The space treading orb quickly broke through the atmosphere of Earth. Combustion set to course due to the amount of momentum he had picked up during travel. The Earth's natural, light gravity aiding to the combustion. Rakasei was far from a scientist, but even he could tell that the pull of the Earth had forced his pod to explode into a steaming flame sphere. What would have been described as a rough landing to most Earthlings, was a comfortable docking to the Natto native. His ship banging into the wastelands laid across the Western Continent. A sizable crater surrounding his pod. A moment of silence falling over the potential zone of interest. A minute that felt as long as a year to the unfortunate soul who had witnessed his entry. Surely nothing rash would have.. Such a thought had been cut off. For, as Rakasei had exited his pod, a large amount of smoke had poured from the cracks and eventual opened hatch. The tall male stepping out and locking his scouter to the unfortunate, glock toting farmer. A witness wouldn't do, surely he would have been outer had he not done away with him. And such was done, a light Ki blast conjured and vaporizing the poor man in seconds.
– I have to leave. There's no doubt on my mind that I could be detected and be found from exerting that little spike of power. No use in coming here and already losing my life again. – Rakasei figured. He did have a point and went with his thought. Taking to the sky, body acting like a missile as it seemed to thrust forward and over the horizon. Leaving a fading trail behind him, in the color of a brilliant blue. He'd hope he wouldn't have been found already. Though, even if he was..he was still equipped with his mask. His armor was unique to what most Saiyans oft wore, and his hair was spiked and style that it covered his forehead enough to leave only his eyes in plain view. His identity was of unimportance and wasn't to be discovered any time soon. He knew this well and held it in high regard.
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2016 11:59:40 GMT -5 by Deleted
Chris had been nearby when he had spotted the spacepod coming in for a landing and had been wondering what it was. However as soon as he approached he had watched the man who had came to check it out get vaporized by the masked figure. "Hey! Who do you think you are! How dare you kill someone like that! Who the hell are you!" Chris would yell at the figure as he flew towards them. His power level was currently being suppressed as he didn't want to reveal it fully just yet. He wanted answers first to why this man had attacked an innocent human. Though it looked like the man was much older than himself. He made sure to keep his power level currently suppressed to a thousand to make it seem like he was normal Saiyan fifteen year old. His tail was hanging freely behind him before he wrapped it around his waist. Chris could sense that this man had a rather small PL but he wanted to know who they were.
Chris would continue to keep his ki suppresed until it was needed to kep his opponent if they could sense ki or had a scouter to think that he was just a low classed Saiyan. That was just a trick in his book though to hopefully get this guy to underestimate him. He was ready to show his true power if he needed to.
– Ah? Already..a kid, too.. – He had been spotted. Faster than what he had anticipated, too. Oh, well. It only meant that he could get a more hands on understanding of who and what inhabited this planet. His eyes had narrowed a tad, examining this kid's power level and numerous characteristics. The scouter placed onto his eye flicking and scanning everything on him. Taking him in. Absorbing his person and what attributes were hidden beneath his skin. It didn't take all that long for the piece of machinery to identify several key factors. One, being his power level. It appeared small. Little did he know that it was being masked at that point in time. He'd need to be smart about using his tongue. Unlike his many brethren, he wasn't a total fool. Even he knew that looks could be deceiving and one could hide an immense strength beneath a well kept façade. Two, his tail. His outline projected into the scouter had given a crude idea of his body type. The fifth body part alerting him of his race. Another Saiyan, on Earth. Typical, he was making himself up to be the hero type too. Oh, well, he couldn't fault him for that. Who didn't want to be revered and decorated these days. Alas, a real interstellar born Saiyan had to do quite a few things to be even nodded to.
– A thousand. I don't believe it, not for a second. Still, I'll be careful.. – Rakasei concluded to himself. Not addressing this Saiyan just yet. He did, however, soon turn his head and subsequently body, to face him. Retaining his forward motion toward the ocean. His speed halted to a casual speed, one that would allow the two males to engage one another into a conversation. Being thought of as a threat, while extremely unlikely, was still a possibility and highly bothersome to his goal of proper exploration and use. – I was protecting myself. That man had a gun, I couldn't risk getting a wound. Besides, I hear these Earthlings are highly racist to my kind and react sourly to arrivals. You can understand where I'm coming from, cant you? – No smarmy remarks this time. – I'll apologize, if I have to. No arguing or resistance included. – Rakasei added, waving his hands conversationally. His brow visibly furrowed and eyes locked to Christopher. His mask serving it's purpose and hiding his lips.
– Hopefully this kid drops the attitude and let's me out of his negative zone. I don't have much to go off of here, especially with how I'm weaker than I should be. That, and I'm not looking for a fight with this one. Something about him seems..as though he's hiding something. Secrets and I don't get along. I usually end up on my ass when I'm faced with one..hmph.. – The ex-prisoner's eyes seemed to narrow further. His thoughts collecting and formulating what he'd need to say next in response. Hopefully, and his fingers and toes were metaphorically crossed, he would he let off the leash for that little kill. – You're skeptical, aren't you? It doesn't make sense to fear a simple bullet, I know. But, the thing is, you'd be surprised by what can pierce a Saiyan's armor! I, however, won't be sharing that information! – He called, giving a thumbs up. His jaw visibly moving and a wink shot. He was giving a smile, albeit a little cocky, beneath his veil.
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2016 16:44:00 GMT -5 by Deleted
Frankly he didn't buy a word this guy was saying and that was what raged him. It raged him enough that he didn't even realize that now his true power level was showing. He was so mad about this person that he couldn't hide his power level any longer. "Are you kidding? I can sense your power level. I was shot three times by an assassin and the bullets litterally bounced off. They stung but they never did any real harm. I know you did it on purpose. I watched the whole thing. You incinerated an innocent man....I'm going to give you one more chance...because that's what a friend would have wanted me to do.." Chris would say looking right at the Saiyan. He was angry for sure but he would give a chance. Though he couldn't have truly forgiven this man, not yet. "Why are you here and who are you." Chris would ask simply. His ki giving a clear warning that this man better not say anything to make him angrier than he already was.
He couldn't believe why he was giving this guy a second chance but something in his heart told him to. He had to follow his heart if he wanted to become the strongest and unfortunately that meant he had to let this guy go. Though he would never forget this and would surely Attack once more if he found this guy harming another innocent. That was for sure...
– He's getting progressively angry. His power level is gradually rising, too. Damn. I shouldn't have had lied. I guess I need to tell this kid the truth if I wanna fight another day, dont I. Damn. And here I was, hoping I'd be able to move around without any conflict rising. Well, then again. I am a Saiyan. That's what I get for having a tail, hehe. Aright'..I can't spill everything I'm doing to this one. Chances are, he's teamed up. I absolutely cannot risk him spreading word that a low level Saiyan is running around killing people for fun. That'll bring more attention than necessary and frankly, I don't want to see the monsters on this floating rock just yet..right. I got it.. – Rakasei thought internally once more. His narrowed eyes opening fully and his left hand raised. Finger extended and waggling, almost to ward Christopher off. His shoulders shrugged once as he began to speak. This teen wanted answers, and he'd get 'em. Surely, he was going to tell the truth. Why wouldn't he, what had he to lose or to gain from spouting lies to some Earthling hero.
– You want answers. I'll give 'em, on the house. Just, don't pop your top just yet. My name isn't important, you and I both know that. It's not like you can refer me to your authorities. You know that if they try and pursue me, it'll be more useless violence.. – Rakasei called. A slight pause taken, as his voice faded. Eyes closed and a smirk hidden beneath his mask. – You'd be the reason your officers would be taken away and ripped from their families, sent to the next dimension. Don't act like you can deny it, either. Hmph! I can tell, your blood! It's boiling, isn't it? You're a Saiyan, that's for damn sure. I'm from the stars, which planet is classified. Why I'm here is simple: I seek a warrior. A certain hunter. One who has gone rouge and hasn't been heard from in some time. I dont expect you to know who I'm speaking of, so dont waste your time thinking of who. – He added. On his way here, he had lacked a mission. It was during crash landing, that he was alerted to find and confront a certain Saiyaness. She was valuable to him.
– Let me ask you something, Earth Saiyan! You're not a native, are you? You're far too angry and lack a sense of capacity. I can feel it, and I lack the ability to even sense Ki. Which tells me, and this is just an assumption, that you're from one of two planets that harbor Saiyans. What's your name?! I want your Saiyan name, your true name. Not your Earth name, your false name. Educate me, I gave you what you wanted. It's only fair that you return the favor. Unless..you dont have one. Or, you forgot. But, I highly doubt those endings. It's somewhere in your brain, tucked neatly away. Waiting to be found by one of your fellow brethren. Your tail tells me you still are in touch with your roots. Otherwise, you'd have been long a stripped of said attribute. Am I wrong? – He said, trying to pick at this child's origin. Perhaps he would have known him before he came to Earth as a child. Something to note was the male's smile seemed to fade with each line of dialogue. He could tell he was going to fight sometime soon. He felt it in his bones. There was no backing out now, however. He was always someone to chase his fate and take his loss or victory with pride and dignity. Besides, he could have uses the revision on fighting. After all that time being held hostage by Herans and having his god damned hands bound, he had nearly forgotten how to properly throw a punch and initiate a proper battle. That couldn't have flown, no, not on his time. Considering fighting was literally his life, forgetting how was a massive no no.
The Saiyaness had been waiting for this moment for a very long time... The time when another Saiyan came violently on the planet and caused destruction on some property. It was her original job title to hunt down Saiyan traitors after all. "I may have gotten softer Lancer.... However, this saiyan's presence on my scouter has caused some destruction. Which means one thing..." she said in the air while flying towards the crash site. Lancer would smile in his digital world, sitting upon his throne. "Which means you're gonna kill him with an artistic style?" he asked. "No, no... I'm gonna make sure he's alive because I don't want to kill the dumb bastard. He just made a bad mistake coming to earth and not doing the right damn thing. It's okay though... He's about to learn a REAL fucking saiyan's power. A saiyan with a rifle that can blow him open if I chose too.." she said. She'd continue to fly and actually think about her first time arriving to Earth. It was a time where things were rough. She still believed in the whole thing about being a loyal member of the Saiyan Empire and now she's working under the Kami. She knows Atsuko won't be pleased with her actions that are about to happen but she had reasons. She needed to put the saiyan in his place before they get egotistic like she was.
"Leena... Why are you doing this? Why not let the Saiyan go and become a bigger challenge later on?" Lancer softly asked her. She would think deeply into that question for it was a good point. She'd slowly sigh, "Because, I'm growing at an alarming rate then so will he... It's best I get into it now and put the Saiyan down in his place... He's gonna learn that not all Saiyans are nice on Earth... He's with the one I recognize, Christopher. Poor kid won't see this coming either but I'm only doing this to make sure the damn bastard won't threaten him. He's weaker then Chris but I don't want the kid to fight... So I'll make sure to immobilize him." she said to him. Lancer would sigh and start to think of something else... "Which level of lethal power will you use? You know level one could easily destroy him..." he said to her. She'd think carefully on it and decide, "Level one is fine... It'll keep his limbs intact if I aim for a leg." she said. With moments of flying she'd arrive to the scene. There was already someone dead... That damn bastard! She'd bite her teeth down... "Damn it! I want him dead for that!" she said in an angry tone... Lancer talked softly, "Relax, relax.... Just take his hip out... It's going to surely immobilize him," Lancer said... She'd aim slowly in Lancer's sights... The Saiyan had a mask on... Damn fool needs to make himself more friendly! She'd open her bolt and charge her ki into the bolt... The rifle began glowing as she pressed level one into it. She actually wasn't wearing her armor this time for training purposes. She would have just a tight teal leather suit on with her rifle only. She'd aim closely and lock on, slamming the bolt in... The bolt could be heard echoing but it would be fast! "Sorry, buddy..." She'd pull the trigger and it would fire a very bright white laser with black outlined.
The fire would echo throughout the valley! Going for the hip of the Saiyan! The ki laser was so fast and nearly impossible to dodge at her Power level! If it collides it would cause a small hole that felt like nothing.... Suddenly, the blood would splatter and the hole would grow 3 times larger... The laser possibly penetrating into his bone and making the hip bone's pieces scatter across the wound. Leena would lift her rifle up in the air slowly, watching the damage kick in... "What a beautiful shot..." Lancer said...
WC: 671
[Fired a Scout's Fire shot towards Rakasei! The ki laser would shoot through his left hip (if) and will feel painless at first but will explode with a painful blast!]
[ (OT-1) Scout's Fire PL Damage: 7,323! 2/3 Stamina remaining]
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2016 19:45:22 GMT -5 by Deleted
He was getting real tired of this guy real fast. Hunting a saiyaness huntress? That sounded like Leena...he wasn't going to let him harm her but he secretly laughed at the thought of this guys even putting an attempt on her life. However when the shot rained in upon the guy he held back the urge to punch him in the face. "I am a Saiyan raised by two parents of earth. My name is Christipher but my Saiyan name? I don't know...." Chris would say as he thought deep into his mind what name was carved into the pod his parents had found him in. All that would come to mind was a pure dark blank until he spotted something in it. A name carved into its edge. Ruttsu...that was what it was.... "My Saiyan name was Ruttsu. I keep my tail because I know I am a Saiyan and I don't deny it, but I am not going to follow the typical Saiyan and murder. I work to help those in need. You wanted Leena...well there you go." Chris, Ruttsu would say as he looked upon the possibly downed Saiyan. He would than look right towards where he sensed Leena and give a rather happy smile towards her. Frankly if she hadn't shot him he probably would have beat him into the ground. He had better control over his rage than Gouken somewhat, but even he would get mad at innocents being hurt. "You know I think that's two I owe you now Leena. Thanks for the save, a little longer and he might've been missing a leg." Chris would say with a smile towards her. Kamies the says he was thankful she was here.
– Ruttsu? I see, not one I recognize very well. Then again, how could I. You're younger than me, and I was out tending my missions and duties, like any Saiyan would. I see, though. You went off path from your objective. It happens to the best of- – The Saiyajin had responded, first repeating the male's name and then explaining why he didn't quite recognize the name. There was a large possibility that this kid wasn't from Natto, though. Probably from Vegeta, otherwise there would have been at least some kind of recognition in place. As he was speaking, though, he had been cut off. What? Leena. That was her name. But, what the hell was he talking about? She was nowhere in sight! Or, so he believed. As he was speaking, he seemed to be cut off rather abruptly. His voice choking up and only guttural sounds, summoned from the bottom of his throat had emerged and exited through chopped up gasps and grunts. His eyes had seemed to widen greatly, jaw dropping. His mask clearly expanding some. Rakasei's pupils trembling and shaking wildly, his hands seemed to be raised by his chest. Fingers extended but curled as well. What the hell?!
– What. The. Fuck?! My..my hip! Augh!! Shit! Pierced?! It's..I..this kid?! No! It's that woman! Where is she?! – The Saiyan had looked down. His hip pierced, a hole shot cleanly through. A gory wound opened and capable of being seen by literally anyone with eyes. The worst part was..the true horror of the shot hadn't taken place until he began to look around. His scouter beeping and kicking into overtime, looking for the woman who had the nerve to be a coward and fire at him. – Coward!! Where are you?! Using this child as a scapegoat and hiding?! You call yourself a Saiyan?! Show yourself woman!!! Ack!?- – Rakasei had roared. His vocal chords rumbling and shoving the harsh words out. One could most definitely tell that he and Leena were cut from the same vine, by how boisterous the two were upon arrival. However, unlike Leena, he didn't have some genderless spirit to kiss and take advantage of his lack of romance. Idiot. His grunt of pain had instantly choked up. His eyes losing focus for a second, as the true effect of the bullet had taken place. His hip had suddenly exploded! A large amount of crimson red liquid had exploded out of his side, staining his trousers the color of life and shooting him from the air, and down onto a stack of boulders. His body laying flat, his leg raised and hands by his bleeding waist. A look of serious pain shooting through him. His mask remaining tightly latched, concealing his pained expression well.
– Why that dirty little skank..!! I'll gut her for this..fuck!! My hip..errgh!!! – The male thought to himself. Nothing but rage emerging through to his head, his heartbeat raised an incredible amount. Damn. He had been so calm, so collected. All of that torn away from him in a mere instant, by that rogue huntress who had the ovaries to fire at him. A true Saiyan engaged in hand to hand, not sitting behind cover and blasting! Rakasei's breathing was ragged already. He wasn't all that strong, not yet. Although...no. She didn't have the balls to push him to the brink and risk a spike of power. He knew this. The man's head had turned, eyes locking to the woman. Quite the suit. At least he could laugh at that and see her dressed in such a uniform. – Must be one of the Earthling's more form fitting and tasteful uniforms..heh! – He chortled to himself, then side of his mouth cracked into a coy smirk. His scouter detecting her strength to be humongous. Incredible..such was the potential of the Saiyans, apparently. His body truly did, however, hurt like a bitch. He had to regain his composure. No breaking his collection and thoughts. His hand been raised to his face, securing the veil. He couldn't risk them seeing his face. If he could leave without them seeing his features, then they wouldn't be able to identify him later on if he was in a different costume. But, then again: Why would he wear anything other than his Saiyan armor? Silly questions for a later date. For now, he had to worry about not bleeding out fully.
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2016 23:46:46 GMT -5 by Deleted
The Saiyaness's green eyes look at him with a blank and yet calming expression as he began to cuss him out. Her tail simply swaying around as if she just didn't care for the Saiyan calling her names. "Fucking idiot..." she mumbled as she slung The Lancer's Calling on her back. "Hang on, Lancer... We're going down. The hit was a success and he's completely done for now." she said. He'd laugh with an evil joy, "Ohhhh, the excellence in doing that was so pleasuring! He didn't even see that coming at all! Imagine if you went level three on him! He'd explode like a balloon! Hahahaha!" he laughed out loud. The two could hear Lancer laughing as she slowly flew down with a blank expression. She wasn't angry or anything, she was actually concerned about Christopher. She wanted to make sure he was okay. She'd land on the ground and bring the rifle out, pulling the bolt back. "Chris, are you okay? Did this punk try to fuck with you? He's got Saiyan Alliance all over his ship. One of my original objectives was to execute ANY I see... But luckily I don't serve them anymore," she said with the rifle aiming at him.
She would stare at the Saiyan, "You shouldn't have come to Earth, you fucking piece of shit. You've already caused the life of one... Now I should execute you and send you too hell! However, your trial can wait when I take you to Atsuko! However..... Let's have a talk first..." she said while slinging her rifle. Leena would wrap her tail around her waist and pull one of her pistols off her hip. "Your Alliance actually didn't fear the Saiyan Empire but there was one thing they were scared of that they never wanted to come across..." she said as she walked over and attempted to crouch down and pull him close to her face. A face to face contact would occur. "They were always afraid of the Saiyan Elite Squad of the Saiyan Empire. You guys know damn well that one of us could kill three of you. While we're quality, you're quantity. You're a weak batch who want no more fighting. Let me tell you something, fuckface... I don't need fists because I've been trained for EVERYTHING. Fists, knives, guns, ki, you name it weakling. If I'm such a coward then how come this coward whooped your little ass with one ki round? That wasn't even my maximum round. That was only my first level. If I had fired my third level, you would only have your legs. So... Let's talk, maggot...! I want to know your name... Your purpose for being here.... And if you have intentions on harming ANYONE on this planet! From what I can tell... You already broke one of your pity rules. The Saiyan Alliance isn't here to harm lives yet you murder one in cold blood... I should fucking blow your damn brains out!" she said slamming the pistol against his skull. It was be painful but not enough to knock him out. She'd give him a snarl... "In case you wonder also you damn weirdo. This is actually an Elite's Flex suit. Suitable for comfort and performance. I see you're wearing garbage. How pitiful," she said insulting his pride. She was pissed off right now... She wanted him dead but she knew she had to grow out of her Saiyan ways... Luckily, the Holy water changed her heart to become better. She's like a Villain in a comic book gone Anti-Hero. She'd give him a dirty glare, "So.... Speak your peace or I'll fuck you up..." she said, keeping that pistol locked against his head.
WC: 620
WC total: 1,291
[Came down and now interrogating! 1+ stamina for nothing! 3/3!]
Truth was he was fine, he hadn't had any harm done to himself. Though he was slightly mad he was getting over it. "It's okay Leena I'm fine, I was going to give this guy a second chance but he done blew it. All I ask really is to be able to see his trial by the Kami. Just for your knowledge as well, I'm not a scrape goat Saiyan. I could easily handle you as well, Leena just knew how much I despised to mortally harm other." Chris would say as he watched this course of action become between the three Saiyans. He was staying somewhat quiet for now as he waited for an answer from this murderer. The question now was what was going to happen? He had only met the Kami once and he had never gotten her name really. Though if he had to say one thing he just hoped this man's punishment was just. "We should atleast do something about his bleeding so he doesn't bleed to death before we can get answers." Chris would say once more as he looked at the man's bleeding hip. He frankly didn't want this man to die but he didnt want him to just get away with what he had done either.
He didn't know why he still have villains a chance but It just felt as if what his heart would do and he found that following his heart usually work more in his favor than not. Either way it seemed he would be happy with whatever would happen to this man as long as it didn't involve death.
Oh god..his body still hurt. So so much. He adored this feeling. Well, he loved it and hated it at the same time. He enjoyed that he was experiencing a more wholesome form of pain, but hated that it was coming from the woman whom he was looking for. Damn. He wanted to speak to her before engaging into combat, but, alas, this was what he got for killing a weak human while on their turf. It was only fair that he got his tail handed to him on a silver platter. His heart rate had slowly decreased. He was becoming more and more calm, able to assess his situation and not be killed. From the way things were looking, he could have potentially had his brains blown out at that very moment. He had to think for himself and say what he had to. A fight was what he wanted, but not if it meant this. A Saiyan could grow in the afterlife, yes, but there were things he wanted to see and experience while on the Earth's soil. Alas, here he was. Attempting to sit up, hands covering his bullet hole wound and speaking to a reformed huntress. Funny how the world worked so strangely. Now they could start talking. A deep breath had to be taken. He couldn't speak without it, as his body was currently losing fluids. God, she was close. A fucking pistol was pressed to his skull after she pistol whipped him.
– Agh!! Damn it! If you'd let me talk instead of immediately abuse me, maybe I'd be more cooperative, ever think of that?! – The male groaned, his voice laced with pain and agony. – Listen: Dont worry about my name, you and I aren't friends and I doubt you'd..you'd want to be after you shot a fucking hole and blew my hip to fucking pieces!! – He continued. Gritting his teeth, Rakasei looked Leena dead in her eyes. His jaw visibly being tightened, a deep breath of air taken through his nostrils once more. He really did require it to speak at this point. Swallowing his saliva, the male began speaking. – It's a shame that you think all Natto Saiyans are exactly the same. I could easily say the same about Vegeta's output. Feh. And, unlike my own: I'm not fearful of their special elites. – His eyes seemed to narrow.
– I'm not here to hurt anyone. That human could have easily put me out and alert the higher powers here; Obviously I did that to myself, hah.. – He spoke. He wasn't quite lying, not at all. That was literally the reason he had destructed that man's existence. – The reason the coward, knocked me down so easily with one round is the power difference and use of a ranged weapon. Clearly, I'd be knocked even if it was up close, eh? Hmph..god..my only motive for being here is intelligence and scouting. I haven't been on Natto for several years, Leena. How am I supposed to recall whatever shitty pity rules are in place? – He questioned. She pushed it, though. His hand had moved swiftly to his own face, snatching the mask from his mouth. Revealing his full face, the face wear snapped onto the other side of his hip. He couldn't take her arrogance. That's when he pulled a move only either a suicidal or a ballsy Saiyan would do. His hand then tried to grab her wrist. His time in captivity had fucked him up, psychologically. The idea of being held down, stripped of his clothing and bound by chains wasn't happening ever, ever, ever. Again.
- So take it!!! Blow my brains out! Kill me, send me to the next dimension, I fucking dare you!! - He barked, his teeth bore. His well developed canines shown and parting before joining once more with each word. There was a good chance that she would be more than glad to take his life. He didn't quite blame her. But..would she? Or, would she laugh at his idiotic and foolish gusto. The chances weren't quite in his favor. But, he didn't care. She spoke of a trial, implying that he'd be taken back somewhere and questioned. Just like when he was on that shit hole settlement owned by Herans. Damn his Saiyan attitude. She hadn't dented his pride, no, but instead triggered a painful memory.
Due to sheer coincidence, the young human known by some as the Lone Swordsman was walking just near the place were three saiyans were clashing. Not that he knew what a saiyan was; No, Galen was completely clueless as for what other races were. The only thing he knew was that some evil people had attacked the holy grounds where the ancient protectors of the planet lived and because of that he was attracted to the western lands where he hoped he could meet and join such defenders. He was a warrior and a protector. Poor in training, yes. Mostly self-taught, yes. But with a bravery and sense of justice known to very few and, when he heard the sounds of battle, he couldn’t help but to sprint there as fast as he could, leaving a trail of dust behind him, as his strong legs pushed him forward and forward until he arrived at the battle scene.
And the scene he saw was quite terrible: Some girl in suit person shot with an weird-looking armored person, but the one shot had know a whole in his hip, where his armor didn't protect him. The other person on the place looked human but there was something strange in him. Somehow he resembled the one being shot. Also, they had tails! ”Holy moly! Tails!!! It’s like they are part zoan, but just on their buttlocks!!” the human young man thought to himself, arching both of his eyebrows and widening his black eyes, impressed with such a sight. However, he quickly shook his head as he knew he couldn’t waste any time, otherwise that other guy would be in trouble and, as far as he knew, people who attack from shady places are usually the bad guys. Galen had to make sure no injustice was taking place and, with that in mind, he grabbed the hilt of his broad sword and concentrated his ki energy, flaring a light-blue ki aura around his body.
Powered up, he charged forward until he reached the point where his back was turned to the injured tailed man and his sword was pointed at the suit woman with a tail. He frowned his brows a bit and a serious expression took over his face. – Hey! Hold your horses, Blue Lantern! Two against one is far from fair! Sneak attacks are also not fair game! I don’t know what is going on, but I will protect those in danger until I know where true evil lies! My name is Galen, and I’m a swordsman from the East! – he announced. His fighting stance was odd, almost like he lacked proper training, but at the same time threatening, just like he had true battle experience. He looked rather innocent, but even that innocence seemed somehow tainted with some blood. Galen was a killer too, although he disliked that and saved it as a last available resource.
Other thing that was clear as daylight was his bravery. He was outnumbered, since the one he was protecting was probably incapable of fighting now. Also, he was far less powerful than the ones he was standing up against, still, there wasn’t a single trace of fear inside of his determined eyes. He just didn’t care!
Stamina 3/3 - stepping in between Leena and Rakasei with sword in hand.
She would continue to lock the pistol on his head as she gave him the look. "Then speak you little maggot! I'm not gonna keep you like this for long if you would just speak and explain why you're causing so much trouble!" she snarled at him, giving him a chance to at least speak his part. She wasn't actually going to kill him because she's learned that killing someone potential is a mistake to regret later. She remember Atsuko did the same thing to her... Well, except the whole blowing a hip out but she would have kept this saiyan alive in any case. He then spoke and that caused her to be frustrated. "You know, if you'd tell me your name I would gladly get off you! Instead, you gotta be a fucking idiot and try and keep your identity a fucking secret! YEAH! I blew your hip out because you were about to start shit with my brother! If you would have managed to hurt my brother I would fucking literally murder you!!!" she yelled in his face, possibly spitting little saliva bits on his face. She really was protective over Christopher, after their bonding in the Bamboo Forest. She had learned Chris and Gouken were like family to her.
Leena would hear more out of his lips, a pity he would bring that out because now he's going to be in bigger trouble. "A majority of your kin are nothing but weaklings! You're an example of why you ARE like the rest. Always weak, always cocky like us... but with nothing to back it up. I'm glad you aren't scared of me, because that's one step closer to this being over. Now instead of being an ignorant fuckface... Tell us your fucking name you piece of shit!" she demanded as she was getting frustrated with this whole broken disc concept. She continued to give him that look and still locked that pistol against his forehead. He wasn't going to come easily she could tell. This was exactly how she was when she first arrived on Earth. The problem was... she had no one... She would deny everyone. Until she finally met Chris and Gouken she slowly started to open herself up to others on Earth. Leena would continue to crouch as she heard his next words escape his lips, "Right, says the one who admits in killing one human! You might as well have explained yourself when we arrived when he alerted around him! Telling him, 'Human, I've come in peace' would sure as hell make you more innocent then murdering him in cold blood! It would have made a bigger impression on you because we would have automatically assumed you're here peacefully and nothing more! Now, you've completely fucked that up the ass! So with that... I'm not letting you get away with such a crime! I'm really giving you a damn chance to explain your true nature on your behalf. Instead I'm getting a mirror of myself when I first arrived! Stop acting like that before I seriously get to the point where I don't care!" she said in a warning. She was getting sick of this saiyan's arrogance. She would easily allow him to go but still within their range but she wanted to make the fool was willing to cooperate.
He finally spoke something for a start, "Well, I seriously think the long range approach put you right in your place. As you stated, even up close I would easily triumph over you because of our powers. I really didn't want to screw you over like that and I admit it was a little overkill... But when I instinctively see my brother having to fight someone... I would jump in within a heartbeat and make sure he comes out alive and very alive! Alrighty... You got some new stuff for me and it seems you've pointed out info we're wanting... Now we are getting somewhere! So it's been years since you been to Natto? Perhaps you're not really here to scout but instead to explore. Seems fair." she said, ignoring the last statement. Suddenly, hell broke out of the gates. He would quickly pull his mask off to show his face. An ugly saiyan male... Such an ugly sight. He pulled the dumbest move ever... A move her past self would have done. With her eyes looking at the direction, she'd quickly have her left hand snatch his hand and that's where the worse would come... She'd begin to apply the worst kind of pressure ever into his hand. "I'm not going to kill you... I've decided that fate after you spoke more... If you don't tell me your name for your damn sake I'll make sure a name comes out... Just listen to me for fuck sake! If you just tell me that god damn name of yours I'll help you! Christopher brought up a good point! You're bleeding out from Lancer's shot! I'm going to add more to recover but... I'm sorry..." she said before finally snapping a bone in his wrist to insure he would follow her order. "Believe me! I was in your position too! I made a promise to become more negotiable and I was let loose! If you a least tell me that name I PROMISE I will take you back and ensure you'll be saved! If you don't agree then I'll be ensuring you that I'll stand right here until you die! I know if I left you here you'd come back stronger and that's something I'm fucking avoiding today and tomorrow! Now, take that god damn fucking thumb out of your pride and just tell me your name! You're acting like a little Saiyan boy who wants his first saiyan scouter but won't because he's too arrogant!" she said in a very long lecture. She didn't want him to be killed but if he wasn't going to tell her his name then there was a point taken that he'll be a bigger threat on the Earth.
Suddenly, she would hear a boy.... She'd quickly snap her neck around, "Oh great... Someone who arrives and comes at a scene where things aren't normal," she mumbled... She'd keep the pistol locked on his head and turns around, "Kid! This Saiyan just murdered an innocent man! He's currently about to be sent to the Kami for a personal trial! Please do not mistaken us as the bad! That crash site there... That's his ship! He crash landed here and already murdered one man! I took my chance and shot him to avoid anymore deaths! You could help me take him back once he submits but please don't mistaken us as the bad!" she told the boy in a concerning tone. She was now having to deal with two problems. If this boy felt uneasy, he could fight and attempt to kill them. Note, attempt. She didn't want to fight the boy because he jumped in with nothing smart in his head. She would look at Christopher and give him a slight nod as if to watch himself in case the boy decided to jump in and help the Saiyan.
His breaths were still ragged, and hurt less now. The only pain was inside of his hip, and even that had begun to fade with the course of this encounter. His brow twitched, cheeks pouting somewhat and the look of sheer anger pouring out of his expression. Although..upon further inspection, one could possibly derive a hint of fear escaping him through his actions and expressions. The way his pupils seem to tremble and shudder, the way his breathing had calmed down yet his heart rate was erratic. He was quite the mess at the moment. But, then the worst had come. She really fucked him over now: As she had grabbed his wrist instead. Holding it. His eyes had lost focus once again, only regaining their quality upon action. A sickening crack emitted, as she snapped a few bones in his god damned wrist. If she wanted him to talk, this was more than counter intuitive. As instead of words containing information, he instead issued agonized howls of pain and distress. The pain dying down, yes, but an awful surge of continuous after pain remaining. His face in view and displaying a look pain many Saiyan's could easily get off to. It was officially his turn to talk back, and address all of her stated points and rebuttals to his being and series of actions committed.
– Your brother? Liar! That boy isn't your kin, and you know it! You and I are more alike, and you're abusing my very body for acting in line with my sense of being! God damn it, the pain is on fire! Argh..you're obviously humanized, huntress. I guarantee you and I would have shared many traits before you landed on this sphere of ocean and grass, but you've grown attached. I can feel it in what bones you haven't broken and, or, obliterated. – Rakasei responded. Listening more before speaking again. – You expect me to degrade myself so dearly? To use such a cliché and overall shit way of telling I'm not here to hurt anyone?! As if! If he didn't sell me out, then that one would have! – He snarled, pointing a weakened hand to the distanced Christopher. The agony coursing through him had elicited small grunts and groans throughout his speech. – And then there's you. The one with an obvious vendetta against Natto and it's inhabitants. If wasn't either of those two, then it's you. Face it; You're a Saiyan. You have no positive emotions. You dont know what compassion is, because that's not a feeling you were taught or have ever felt. Wrong or right? I may not know everything about you, but Vegeta is as predictable as it has been for thousands of years. You sit here and interrogate me, while slandering my home planet's name as well as it's Saiyans while not looking at your own! Idiot! You lack armor or an insignia, yet you preach about your heritage while slinging shit unto others! – Rakasei had leaned forward, speaking directly to Leena. His voice kept down for her to hear and hopefully listen to. He wanted his words to sink in. But, his attention had been redirected to the newly arrived Galen. His power level something sizable, larger than his own as per usual..feh.
He had the wrong idea. Rakasei was no liar. The way things were looking, he could have gotten his shit cutten if he didn't begin spilling. Taking a heavy breath of air, the male spat onto the ground. – Fuck me..alright, woman. Rakasei. Rakasei of Natto, Prisoner No. 1 on Heran settlement. Fucking woman.. – He chuckled quietly, shaking his head lightly. Making a face and sneering a little, his pride remaining. He had finally given them his name and shown his face. Maybe that was what he needed to be taken out of the negative zone and into the positive. His chest had still been rising and dropping, red still leaking out of him with each word. His wrist adding to the fucking agony.
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That was all they needed, his name. He knew that this man still needed something to stop his bleeding for now. Chris would take off one of his arm bands as he ripped it open. He would fly slowly to the Saiyan and attempt to tie it to their hip to stop the bleeding. It would hurt like hell of course but they needed to stop the bleeding before it got worse. However when Galen arrived his ki was rather intriguing. "My heart is the road I follow, whoever you are, Rakasei here murdered a innocent man. We are just going to be taking him to the Kami. Leena here works for the Kami and frankly she had too attack him. He was entirely willing to try and start a fight. Leena made sure that didn't come to happen while also making sure to not kill him. If you don't believe me than look at my own Ki..." Chris would say as he let his aura of ki surround him peacefully. It was a very light blue ki that was almost white in spots. The light blue a symbol of good while the white was a symbol of purity of heart. He was litterally meanining he meant no evil. What Leena had said about him being a brother had made his heart warm though. "She doesn't mean brother by blood but rather by our hearts. I plan to help her with bringing this man to the kami." Chris would say as he looked right into the other kid's eyes. His own black eyes staring into the others. While Chris was only fifteen he wasn't here to pick a fight for unnecessary conflict. Though his sword was poked a little to close to his sister.
"I will kindly ask you though to put your sword down. I don't want to fight you but I will if you try to harm Leena." Chris would say with his voice sounding just like the fifteen year old he was. He wasn't in any fighting stance at all and was actually just beginning to stand from placing his arm band made into a make shift bandage on Rakasei's hip.
WC: 400 TWC:1505 Attempting to tie armband now ripped for a bandage on Rakasei's hip to stop bleeding.
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