Post by Celerous on Aug 24, 2017 11:38:49 GMT -5
Job: Railway Guarding [Level 2]
Character Participating: Celerous Fark
On an ordinary night, the subtle thunks of the railway car crossing over the tracks would have lulled Celerous into a brief nap. With the dim lighting in the metal tub itself, combined with the dark blue hue of the night sky outside, the hybrid likely would have been asleep in minutes. Unfortunately, Celerous did not have the luxury of sleeping this night, at least, not until the tram reached the Eastern Railway Station, from the Western one, with its cargo intact. The hybrid didn’t have a watch on him, unfortunately, but he knew that the railway car was still about half of an hour from its destination. They’d have one more stop in the North end of the city, and then they’d be on their way to the Eastern Station.
Celerous yawned, and leaned his butt on the heavy wooden crate he was contracted to protect. The owner of the railway system was transporting some sort of new power cell, or something to help keep the Eastern Railway Station’s power running, while also saving energy. The hybrid didn’t have the specifics, but he knew the thing was worth a good amount of zeni, and he’d been paid handsomely to keep it safe.
Not that there was anyone or anything to keep it safe from. So far, there hadn’t been so much as a peep in the rear railway car the Saiyan and his charged package were in. The doors hadn’t been opened, no one tried coming through a window, and the lights hadn’t so much as flickered. He could safely assume that no trouble would come tonight, and Celerous was going to profit from the owner’s paranoia. Who would go to the trouble of stealing a battery that needed a forklift to be moved?
Celerous chuckled to himself, and reached for his water bottle that rested near him on the crate. He uncapped it, and took a swig, just as the tram started to slow down. His arm swayed from the unexpected deceleration, and a bit of water ended up being poured down his neck. Dammit. Recapping the bottle, the hybrid grabbed the material of his black undershirt and shook it, trying to dry it. He gave an annoyed hum as he let go of the fabric, and it clung to his chest. The conductor could have at least given a warning that they were about to pull into the station, over the intercom.
Well, at least the job was almost done. The next stop would be his.
The tram came to a complete stop, and Celerous tapped his foot as he waited to take off once more. He hear the murmurs and footsteps of the crowd of new passengers as they boarded. The tell tale sign of the tram taking off, the bells that rang in the station to warn people to stay away from the tracks, rung, and they were off once more. The hybrid yawned and stretched, beginning to become impatient with the long ride. He just wanted to be done with his job, so that he could go home and sleep.
Then the lights in the railway car went dark. The hybrid stood from his leaned perch. Celerous tensed up, both apprehensive and a little excited at the idea of taking on a few troublemakers. He waited for a few seconds, listening for any noises that would be out of the ordinary. There was nothing, just the mutterings of the crown in the railway car in front of him, and the dull thump of the tram running over the tracks. He frowned. Maybe the lights going out were just coincidence, and not a preemptive tactic used to blind him.
Then the window next to him shattered, and two booted feet kicked Celerous into the crate. His attacker came through the window, with a baton drawn. Shaking his head from the impact, Celerous stood up to his full height, just in time to get walloped in the face with the metal stick his opponent was wielding. The hybrid stumbled away from the crate, clutching a bleeding wound on his brow. It was so dark in the car, that Celerous hadn’t even seen the man (or woman) take a swing at him.
He heard the person take two footsteps toward him, and Celerous could barely make out the shape of an arm being swung towards him. The Saiyan instinctively brought up his left arm, wincing when the baton struck it, and threw a blind punch with his right fist. His knuckles connected with something, and he felt something give away under his fist, along with a wet and pained sputter. He’d just broken his opponent's nose. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Celerous dashed forward, and threw a left hook into his assailants jaw. The man let out a strangled groan (which is what let Celerous know that his assailant, was in fact, male) and fell to the ground, his baton clattering beside him.
It seemed the owner was justified in being paranoid about a robbery. Some dumbass had tried to take the crate after all. Not that he could have moved the thing, all on his lonesome. What an idiot. Well, at least Celerous had gotten a little excitement out of the night. The man would probably be out cold for a few hours, so he could just sit back and-
Suddenly all the other windows were smashed open, and Celerous leapt back as he heard five more pairs of feet hit the ground of the metal railway car. Of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. He felt stupid for even assuming that the man he had knocked out had been acting on his own, but not as stupid as he felt after a fist collided with his jaw.
Celerous went sprawling to the floor, clutching his jaw. But he didn’t have time to properly nurse his wound, as a boot slammed into his chest, driving the air from his lungs. The hybrid let out a strangled cough, and threw himself to his left as the boot came down again. He scrambled for the baton on the ground, only for the boot of another man to crush his hand as he reached for it. He gave out a cry of pain, and then let out another as the man behind him stepped on his ankle.
“Just one guard? Talk about cheap.”
The voice was garbled and modulated, and it pissed Celerous off. With a grunt, he wrenched his arm free of the boot on it, sending the man who spoke crashing to the ground. Then Celerous spun his body, and using his free leg, dropped the other man to the ground. He leapt to his feet, just in time to see a third man lunge for him. Celerous ducked, raised his arms up to catch the man by the waist, and then with a backwards thrust, chucked him out the broken window behind him.
But Celerous didn’t have time to be satisfied with himself. The two men that had pinned him were back up, coming at him with batons similar to the first thug. The Saiyan didn’t feel much like wasting time, so he outstretched a hand to either one of his sides, and blasted both men with a non lethal ki blast. Their bodies dented the sides of the railcar, and they were still. That left Celerous with two more assailants to deal with.
One of them pulled a gun out of a holster on his leg, but Celerous was far faster than the draw. Before the handgun was leveled at him, the hybrid grabbed the man by his face, and slammed him harshly into the metal wall of the railway car. He crumpled to the ground like the rest. With a chuckle, Celerous turned to face the last man standing.
“Well then, come on man, let me put you down like I did your other five friends.”
“I’m not a man.”
And then he- no, she -was on him. Fast. He ducked out of the way of one punch, only to take another one on the nose. He noted then, that his assailant was wearing knuckle dusters, as evidence from the blood spurting from his now broken nose. Celerous blinked, and jumped away from a kick, his back hitting the metal wall behind him. His opponent was no martial artist by any means, but she was far quicker than her compatriots. Celerous narrowed his eyes. She came at him again, but this time he was ready for her speed. A punch was redirected over his shoulder, an elbow was grabbed and thrown away, and another kick was sidestepped entirely.
Celerous threw one kick, and it caught her in the gut. She stumbled back, with her fists held before her. He heard an annoyed click of the tongue, before the woman muttered, “fuck this.”
She then promptly leapt out of the window near her.
Celerous ran to the closest broken window, and stuck his head out to look for her, but the tram was moving far too fast. She was out of sight.
Dammit.
The rest of the ride went smoothly. The railway car arrived to the proper station, and the authorities showed up to haul the four criminals still on the tram away. An ambulance followed them, and the hybrid has his nose set and wrapped in gauze. Celerous was detained for a few more minutes to describe what had happened, and he made sure to note that there had been two more thugs involved. They frowned at him when he told them that he had thrown one from the train, but otherwise thanked him and returned to their cars.
It was only when the crate was removed from the tram car, via forklift, that a brunette secretary handed him his reward and thanked him for keeping their cargo safe.
As Celerous flew away from the scene, he frowned. There had been something familiar about the girl that had busted his nose. He just couldn’t place why she was so familiar.
Whatever. The job was done, and he could go home.
Character Participating: Celerous Fark
On an ordinary night, the subtle thunks of the railway car crossing over the tracks would have lulled Celerous into a brief nap. With the dim lighting in the metal tub itself, combined with the dark blue hue of the night sky outside, the hybrid likely would have been asleep in minutes. Unfortunately, Celerous did not have the luxury of sleeping this night, at least, not until the tram reached the Eastern Railway Station, from the Western one, with its cargo intact. The hybrid didn’t have a watch on him, unfortunately, but he knew that the railway car was still about half of an hour from its destination. They’d have one more stop in the North end of the city, and then they’d be on their way to the Eastern Station.
Celerous yawned, and leaned his butt on the heavy wooden crate he was contracted to protect. The owner of the railway system was transporting some sort of new power cell, or something to help keep the Eastern Railway Station’s power running, while also saving energy. The hybrid didn’t have the specifics, but he knew the thing was worth a good amount of zeni, and he’d been paid handsomely to keep it safe.
Not that there was anyone or anything to keep it safe from. So far, there hadn’t been so much as a peep in the rear railway car the Saiyan and his charged package were in. The doors hadn’t been opened, no one tried coming through a window, and the lights hadn’t so much as flickered. He could safely assume that no trouble would come tonight, and Celerous was going to profit from the owner’s paranoia. Who would go to the trouble of stealing a battery that needed a forklift to be moved?
Celerous chuckled to himself, and reached for his water bottle that rested near him on the crate. He uncapped it, and took a swig, just as the tram started to slow down. His arm swayed from the unexpected deceleration, and a bit of water ended up being poured down his neck. Dammit. Recapping the bottle, the hybrid grabbed the material of his black undershirt and shook it, trying to dry it. He gave an annoyed hum as he let go of the fabric, and it clung to his chest. The conductor could have at least given a warning that they were about to pull into the station, over the intercom.
Well, at least the job was almost done. The next stop would be his.
The tram came to a complete stop, and Celerous tapped his foot as he waited to take off once more. He hear the murmurs and footsteps of the crowd of new passengers as they boarded. The tell tale sign of the tram taking off, the bells that rang in the station to warn people to stay away from the tracks, rung, and they were off once more. The hybrid yawned and stretched, beginning to become impatient with the long ride. He just wanted to be done with his job, so that he could go home and sleep.
Then the lights in the railway car went dark. The hybrid stood from his leaned perch. Celerous tensed up, both apprehensive and a little excited at the idea of taking on a few troublemakers. He waited for a few seconds, listening for any noises that would be out of the ordinary. There was nothing, just the mutterings of the crown in the railway car in front of him, and the dull thump of the tram running over the tracks. He frowned. Maybe the lights going out were just coincidence, and not a preemptive tactic used to blind him.
Then the window next to him shattered, and two booted feet kicked Celerous into the crate. His attacker came through the window, with a baton drawn. Shaking his head from the impact, Celerous stood up to his full height, just in time to get walloped in the face with the metal stick his opponent was wielding. The hybrid stumbled away from the crate, clutching a bleeding wound on his brow. It was so dark in the car, that Celerous hadn’t even seen the man (or woman) take a swing at him.
He heard the person take two footsteps toward him, and Celerous could barely make out the shape of an arm being swung towards him. The Saiyan instinctively brought up his left arm, wincing when the baton struck it, and threw a blind punch with his right fist. His knuckles connected with something, and he felt something give away under his fist, along with a wet and pained sputter. He’d just broken his opponent's nose. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Celerous dashed forward, and threw a left hook into his assailants jaw. The man let out a strangled groan (which is what let Celerous know that his assailant, was in fact, male) and fell to the ground, his baton clattering beside him.
It seemed the owner was justified in being paranoid about a robbery. Some dumbass had tried to take the crate after all. Not that he could have moved the thing, all on his lonesome. What an idiot. Well, at least Celerous had gotten a little excitement out of the night. The man would probably be out cold for a few hours, so he could just sit back and-
Suddenly all the other windows were smashed open, and Celerous leapt back as he heard five more pairs of feet hit the ground of the metal railway car. Of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. He felt stupid for even assuming that the man he had knocked out had been acting on his own, but not as stupid as he felt after a fist collided with his jaw.
Celerous went sprawling to the floor, clutching his jaw. But he didn’t have time to properly nurse his wound, as a boot slammed into his chest, driving the air from his lungs. The hybrid let out a strangled cough, and threw himself to his left as the boot came down again. He scrambled for the baton on the ground, only for the boot of another man to crush his hand as he reached for it. He gave out a cry of pain, and then let out another as the man behind him stepped on his ankle.
“Just one guard? Talk about cheap.”
The voice was garbled and modulated, and it pissed Celerous off. With a grunt, he wrenched his arm free of the boot on it, sending the man who spoke crashing to the ground. Then Celerous spun his body, and using his free leg, dropped the other man to the ground. He leapt to his feet, just in time to see a third man lunge for him. Celerous ducked, raised his arms up to catch the man by the waist, and then with a backwards thrust, chucked him out the broken window behind him.
But Celerous didn’t have time to be satisfied with himself. The two men that had pinned him were back up, coming at him with batons similar to the first thug. The Saiyan didn’t feel much like wasting time, so he outstretched a hand to either one of his sides, and blasted both men with a non lethal ki blast. Their bodies dented the sides of the railcar, and they were still. That left Celerous with two more assailants to deal with.
One of them pulled a gun out of a holster on his leg, but Celerous was far faster than the draw. Before the handgun was leveled at him, the hybrid grabbed the man by his face, and slammed him harshly into the metal wall of the railway car. He crumpled to the ground like the rest. With a chuckle, Celerous turned to face the last man standing.
“Well then, come on man, let me put you down like I did your other five friends.”
“I’m not a man.”
And then he- no, she -was on him. Fast. He ducked out of the way of one punch, only to take another one on the nose. He noted then, that his assailant was wearing knuckle dusters, as evidence from the blood spurting from his now broken nose. Celerous blinked, and jumped away from a kick, his back hitting the metal wall behind him. His opponent was no martial artist by any means, but she was far quicker than her compatriots. Celerous narrowed his eyes. She came at him again, but this time he was ready for her speed. A punch was redirected over his shoulder, an elbow was grabbed and thrown away, and another kick was sidestepped entirely.
Celerous threw one kick, and it caught her in the gut. She stumbled back, with her fists held before her. He heard an annoyed click of the tongue, before the woman muttered, “fuck this.”
She then promptly leapt out of the window near her.
Celerous ran to the closest broken window, and stuck his head out to look for her, but the tram was moving far too fast. She was out of sight.
Dammit.
The rest of the ride went smoothly. The railway car arrived to the proper station, and the authorities showed up to haul the four criminals still on the tram away. An ambulance followed them, and the hybrid has his nose set and wrapped in gauze. Celerous was detained for a few more minutes to describe what had happened, and he made sure to note that there had been two more thugs involved. They frowned at him when he told them that he had thrown one from the train, but otherwise thanked him and returned to their cars.
It was only when the crate was removed from the tram car, via forklift, that a brunette secretary handed him his reward and thanked him for keeping their cargo safe.
As Celerous flew away from the scene, he frowned. There had been something familiar about the girl that had busted his nose. He just couldn’t place why she was so familiar.
Whatever. The job was done, and he could go home.