Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 21:05:48 GMT -5
"Rah!"
The deep sound of a guttural grunt escaped the lips of a great warrior. His body lurched forward, legs spread apart and his fist banged against the solid ground of The Nova. A sick sledgehammer styled blow forcing the Mother Ship beneath his feet to tremble from his might. His brow drenched in a simmering hot sweat from the amount of training he had been engaged in. Standing up fully, the male brought his fist up some. Clenching down on his fingers and into his palm. Jaw clenched as well, grinding tooth upon tooth. He felt empty. He needed a thrill, a reason for living. And as much as he loved crushing Earthlings beneath him, they all boasted purpose. More so than he himself. He needed a drive. A cause. A pass to legally pillage and kill his foes. Lowering his hand, the male brought in a deep sigh of breath. Releasing and then exiting the ship. His dress casual, to blend in. The usual pink shirt and golden pants. Tail hidden beneath cloth to prevent any questions.
As Onio venture from the woodlands and toward the city, he noticed something. Men. Random humans who were dressed in a clothing seemingly specific to their own kind and proficiency. What was it for? The way Onio could describe it, was that they were dressed in a beige camouflage. Top to bottom, cover to boots. It intrigued him further, as he read their names and the titles adorning their chests. Who they were was unimportant. What they did was more of interest. Halting himself, in the middle of Latchkey avenue, Onio tailed the two men. Following and stalking quietly, even with his flashy and ornately colored clothing. Nearly hours of running and walking inconspicuously lead the male back to the men's destination. A large base, similar to the ones on Vegeta! Aircrafts all over as well as bunkers and gyms..what was this place? Scratching his ear, the Saiyajin pondered for a moment as he stood at the entrance. Greeted by a male of high ranking, given the number of chevrons on his arm. A Chief Master Sergeant. Grabbing Onio's shoulder with a rough palm.
"Can I help you son?" Sergeant Su questioned. His name conceived and taken by the tag on his battle dress's right breast. "You look lost. Did you come to enlist?" He pressed, a hopeful glint in his eye. Earth's Air Force could use as many enlistees as possible, for it expanded their cause and populous as well as enabled more activity and defenders. Perhaps, this was what Onio needed. Was he really to kill and destroy for all of his life? To not experience love or compassion, but instead hate and fear?
Why was he questioning himself, though? It was strange. He'd pay no mind to his inner thoughts; They were unimportant to him.
Taking a moment, the Saiyanin looked down and then up. Nodding once, and replying, "Yes. I'm here to sign up and get to work..sir." He added after a pause. He forgot that Earthlings' used manners and idiotic titles to gas other Earthlings' up self-esteem wise. "See, that's great. We need more proud citizens like you. But, cool your jets. You still need to sign, take your classes and decide on the more technical things and that. Then comes basic training and field work. In time, buddy." The CMS winked. Pulling the Saiyajin into the base, and toward the offices..
Later on..
"And cleared. You're all set and ready. Being as you're currently on base anyway, i believe you can join up with your fellow boots and Airmen Firsties. They should all be at bunker, getting ready for basic. Your DI will meet up and get you all ready for training. From there is completely up to your job and MOS. So, what you picked was..Pilot. Okay, not bad at all. After basic, you can start flying. And from the looks of things, you have experience with flight firsthand so there's no need to send you off to school. Congratulations, Airmen Basic Onio. Welcome to the Air Force." Serge stated. Looking over the sheets and papers signed by the Saiyajin. Setting things down and extending his hand. For some reason, Onio was quite friendly. Returning the gesture by shaking the male's open palm. A set of nods exchanged before he was released back to base. Taking himself to a bunker to meet his new comrades. This was it, though. No turning back. He was officially in the Force. He couldn't alert Athren or any of his mates to his activity. Alas, all the smack and comments about his loyalty were tossed by this. He didn't totally abandon Vegeta, however. He still loved his planet, but it didn't do him right. It poisoned his heart, rather than further his power. He couldn't help it. His heart simply wasn't powerful enough to continue serving his own. But, it was odd. Who would have thought?
A depressed Saiyajin.
Shaking his head, Onio made way. Entering the bunker and looking around. Thirty beds lined up, and thirty crates before them for clothing and supply. Men socializing among one another and not paying the Saiyajin any mind. Onio didn't care. In fact, he quite liked the lack of attention brought into him. It felt assuring. Removing his pink shirt, Onio recalled that he had brought his duffle bag. Dropping it off of his shoulder and stuffing his clothing into the carrying material. Pants and shirt alike. His shoes as well. The hunter quickly changing clothing. Wearing Earth's Air Corp uniform now. A sand tan shirt, tucked into baggy, camouflage beige trousers. A belt.wrapped around his waist. And boots placed neatly onto his feet, the foot of his trousers tucked into his boots. Onio's neck now having an accessory around it. A dog tag.
ANDORE
ONIO
####-##-#####
O-
KAMIANITY
Printed in raised lettering. A sword addressed to him personally as well as his fellow cadets. Their bunker named after a certain team, The Saber Squad. He'd make use of it. Plopping onto his bed, the male laid across it vertically. Arms crossing beneath his head and a sigh escaping his lips. The others following him as the shimmer of the lunar stone perched within the skies above cast over the area. The sentinels of the sky watching over the Saiyajin and his fellow cadets. He needed the rest, too. The next morning would try his patience and ability to control his rage when confronted and yelled at. Indeed. This was the time. But, as he slept, he shook and tossed. Turning in discomfort, moaning uncomfortably. Bothered. His head racing.
"Oh..hm..ergh..no.."
He mumbled. His dream horrifying. A blonde Saiyajin, emerald colored eyes piercing into him. Onio on the ground, against a wall whilst thus nightmarish male stood before him. Palm raised. The warrior questioned his loyalty, his morale and who he stood by. Calling him.a dog and a traitor. But, he wasn't! Within the scape, Onio shook his head. Few tears streaming down his chin as he explained himself multiple times. Choking up on his words and unable to speak. "No! Listen..I-I needed insp-inspiration to go-go on. I couldn't just..loot, onio and p-pillage all my life." Onio stated, saliva sputtered and fear overwhelming him. Something snapped. Within this dream world, before this golden warrior, and all who could view.
Onio's neck whipped forward. Eyes opened. Mouth neutral and his eyebrows raised. His pupils trembled in fear and realization. He was more. He was strong. He was proud. He was him. He was Onio! He, was a SAIYAN!
Near instantaneously, the male had rose to his feet before this golden version of a Saiyan. Why did he dream of such a specific man? No matter. Frowning at this point, the Hunter, nay, Air Fighter, had released a guttural roar. His lungs exerting air and his voice rumbling deeply. Eyes obtaining a faint crimson outline to them and his oft black pupils shifting to gold for a moment. What was this mock transformation? Something minor, most likely. Unheard of and false. Regardless, it made Onio feel strong. Too strong, almost. His fingers squeezed down and drew blood. The warrior Airmen wincing before lunging into his foe. And, as his fist seemed to be but a mere 1½ inch from ripping flesh from the Nightmare Saiyajin, had something else happened.
The real world Onio had snapped up. His breath harsh and heavy. Panting roughly, eyes shaking in fear. Sweat drenching the male's forehead and nude torso. His lips licked as he smacked his forehead, wiping it and rubbing it attentively. His jaw shifting and grinding. His mind a sea of darkness and doubt. What the hell?
"H-how..w-what? Where..who..hrm..this..is this..me? Was..am I supposed..to..to be here..? Should I..yeah..no..maybe..I dont..I don't know.." Onio contemplated. Thinking. His mind messed up and disorganized. "I'm..a Saiyan. Why do I suddenly feel this way..so..out of character. My pride..I..need to move.." Onio grunted, throwing off the sheets and standing up. His body nude, save a set of boxers. His cadets all fast asleep. Though, one bed was hollow.
Onio paid it no mind. Dressing himself in the camou and pulling his boots up. Running out onto the base. The night cast over him. Moon shimmering and casting an illuminated glint through the fields. Sprinting out and heading into the community gym. Everything scattered out. Biting his lip, Onio swallowed his own saliva. A punching bag was before him. His skull brought back and immediately bashed into one. Tearing it apart. Rage was filling his heart again. Rage, and confusion. Why was he here? Did he really want to serve the Earth's Armed Forces? He must have. Easily could Onio have left. Yet he stuck around. The punching bag he had sent tumbling slammed against a stone wall. The Saiyajin walking forward and into the wall, palm pressed against it. Getting a feel for it. And then, he winded back. Banging his knuckles into it, driving it past the wall. Retrieving it and then trotting back outside. He seemed to feel satisfied. But was he? Truly? As a warrior, he was incredibly happy with himself. But, as a man, he was hollow. His true form released and apparent. He lacked love. Compassion. He hadn't alerted anyone yet; everyone wad still asleep. The dead of night abundant as Onio walked back to bunker and laid down. Dressed still. This would all be hazy and dreamlike in an hour or so..
5:54 AM
"UP AND AT 'EM CADETS. UP, UP, UP. NO SLACKING, ON THE DOUBLE, RISE AND DRESS!"
The deep voice of a DI broke silence. Onio snapping up and standing at tench hut before his bed in seconds. His mates dressing and standing the same. Awake at the moments notice. The Drill Instructor inspecting everyone. A process completed fairly quickly. Everyone's uniform up to par. Onio's fists by his sides and his face bare of emotion. "All of you, outside. On the double, fall in outside and then get into a flight! HUSTLE." The DI said sternly. Onio and the other Airmen quickly rushing outside and creating a flight. A great amount of men across, four down. Standing at attention. Hands all by their sides and their gazes straight. No emotion. Only focus and determination. Hours of standing here, mixed with salutes and various commands given. March, halt, salute, et cetera. The practice weighing in on the male's mind as it taught him discipline and order somewhat quickly. Impressed with the Earthling's fight and armed forces, Onio had fallen out at command and returned to bunker. Searching about for his bed and landing onto his sheets. Closing his eyes. Form five to about, three pm. He needed the rest, as he'd engage further study. For what it was worth, he had taken a liking to being among the earthlings.
WC: 2008.
Heavy Weighted.
LMB.
