Special Squadron Odrog - Origins, part 2

PL: 7,956 (base)  | Medium Weights: ON | Thread PL: 3978

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After being called for an interview by another chubby odd that knew of his success as a mercenary. The future champion of galactic major league gave in to the arguments of the obese creature and his two guard robots, and going on to become a member of the SSO.
The Smart buxom creature insinuated that he would be for this elite warriors as Jeice the heydays of Ginyu Special Forces, that really convinced him to dedicate himself to work as he become strong enough to reach his dream.

After a tour of the ship and decorate your room with a few posters of famous players of Galactic Major League, the gallant mercenary headed toward the cockpit lying Plasma on the way. Promptly the pitcher drew his rubber ball and began to try to stimulate the creature to go search it exactly as you do with a dog, but his new boss arrives a few seconds before he throw the ball:

- WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS GOING ON?!

A little embarrassed by the blatant mercenario the gallant then scratched his head a little and replied:

- I was just trying to teach a trick to your dog, or whatever that weird animal is it...

"I was just trying to teach a trick to your dog, or whatever that weird animal is it...". I slap my hand in my face when I hear what the newbie has to say. I really need to choose better members from now on. The reaction from Plasma was clearly understandable due to the foolish comment.

- Are you freaking deaf or just stupid? Something just hit our ship and instead of looking out for what happened you try to teach one of our members tricks? Does that actually look like a dog to you? Forget it. Come with me and try to make yourself usefull.

As I finish lashing out at the newbie I head to the cockpit, reaching there right after Plasma. Beyond the front panel an old spacepod flies rapidly forward. The trail of small debries and it's erratic course accuse it as the source of the sound.

- We got hit by that? Goddamn drunk drivers! You leave the ship on auto pilot for a moment and they come crashing at you. Change course. We're going to get some compensation from that.

As the ship alters it's course and starts following the spacepod we soon find ourselves at the end of our chase. The erratic spacepod flies straight at a nearby asteroid field, crashing down at it's largest asteroid.

- Whoever is piloting that must be totally wasted. Hope he's alive or at least in possession of something valuable. I'm not paying the repairs from my own money.

As our ship closes in on the large asteroid something draws our attention. Hidden between the rocks is a metal door. One that now lays open due to being forced open by a crashing spacepod. Guess our luck just improved a little.

- Seems we found someone's hidden base. Let's go pay them a visit shall we?

As the ship is aproaching the asteroid I start feeling a strong ki nearby, on the surface of the planet. I look at it's source while the rest of the crew is managing the landing. There, at the surface of the asteroid I see a familiar form. A freaking cold demons! That's just what I needed someone freaking strong guarding the place. It's only after a second looking that I notice that I've already seen him, back when I was still in the army.

I know that guy. I've seen him back when I was at the army! Maybe I can talk to hi... He's pointing his finger at us. Oh no... No, no, no, no, noooo.

- DODGE! PULL THE SHIP BACK!!

The warning was almost too late. The ship is still hit, but the damage is contained to non-essential areas. My new ship is already getting battered. T_T

- I'LL GO DEAL WITH THE ATTACKER! PLASMA, COME WITH ME AND STAY ON THE DEFENSIVE! NEWBIE, CHECK THE DAMAGES AND FIND 22 TO HELP YOU!

I rush out at full speed, grabbing a space helmet on my way out and rushing to where the cold demon is.

- I know the guy, so let me talk it over. Don't attack unless he does.

As I close in on our attacker I quickly raise my arms to show him that I mean no harm.

- Hey! We mean no harm! We just came after the ship that crashed down on the asteroid! Look, remember me? From back at the army. I mean, before the cold army disbanding.

Wintery's attack managed to hit the ship but It was still functional. Either they are luck or manage to notice him beforehand.

The Mother Ship stops its advance. Wintery managed to scare them he assumed. They are probably going to send warriors after him now.

If they wanted to die by his hands, so be it. Wintery was waiting for them at full power. Then two individuals came out of the ship and what Wintery saw almost made his lose his footing.

A small, green, weak looking, 3' tall Bas followed by what could only be described as a big, weird looking, blueish cockroach were now approaching him. For a second Wintery wondered if he was still sleeping...

Before Wintery could think his next move, the Bas spoke:

”-Hey! We mean no harm! We just came after the ship that crashed down on the asteroid! Look, remember me? From back at the army. I mean, before the Cold army disbanding.”

'-What!? He knows who I am!? How? Army? What the hell is he talking about!?-' Wintery could barely hide his surprise. Was this a trap to catch him off-guard? The Bas's armor has an emblem he has never seen before, or maybe that's yet another thing Wintery couldn't remember. His head was starting to hurt... '-Having amnesia is such a pain in the ass!-' Frustration started to overcome his's will to fight...

But to find him the same day he woke up after 30 years... That's one hell of a coincidence. Without dropping his guard, Wintery answered:

-Who the hell are you?

(Winterys modifiers (x12/x13) - Current PL: 47.496/ 51,454; Total Stamina left: 2; Current damages: 0)

THREAD POWER LEVEL: 7,500 (x5 PERM: 37,500)

So the Maker had found himself a Mothership or something like that. He seemed happy, boasting about the strategic value of having a mobile headquarters with enough space to accommodate an army and stockpile every type of lethal weapon and absolutely essential apparel like his various plastic sculptures of scantily clad girls with big eyes and cat ears. All of this would be extremely new to Android 22 who just woke in the other side of the universe with no former recollection of her old life in a planet called Earth, especially on what this so called “Mothership” would help in the great cause or what precisely was the strategic value of the cat girls. It was not her place to question, however, but to serve. She was built to protect the Maker from his hateful enemies.

Sometime along the way the Maker recruited a new member, a metrosexual red alien without body hair and strange ambitions of being the best ball-thrower in the galaxy. Android 22 could not comprehend what was so special in throwing some random balls unless it was a dragon ball that she could use to revive Commander Red, and if it was the case she would kill the newcomer on the spot for crimes against Red Ribbon. And while the red one would be spending all day doing his strange things, Plasma would continue to be a mute strange thing that she couldn’t comprehend and Maker would continue to be, well, the Maker. Knowing that the grotesque blue aberration that they found in the ship was a Red Ribbon like them had filled the android with relief, but she still harbored suspicions about the ball-throwing new guy. So far, his only good point was the fact that he was red, so he only lacked a ribbon. And after thinking that, 22 stared at the nothing for some seconds, asking what was that thought about.

And then she heard an explosion. Her reaction was a bit late, her being confused with her own words and such. A “joke”, what was that? Her database identified “joke” as something she always were terrible doing and Quartz always laughed at her because of that… But who was Quartz? Putting aside that useless bit of information, she rushed to the side of the Maker where she found him talking to some white being that she never saw in her entire life. Her bio-sensors identified him as a Kold Demon so… Well, he was a Kold Demon and such.

– MAKER. I THINK WE’RE BEING ATTACKED.

It was her conclusion. A rather obvious one.

"You don't remember me? Well it's such a long time, of course you wouldn't remember me that easily. After all we barely talked with each other."

'-We barely talked to each other, huh?... that means he doesn't know me at all. sigh.-'.

Looking at them more carefully, the unexpected visitors do not seem to be part of the group responsible for the laboratory where Wintery was. They do not seem to follow any protocol and do not show any kind of discipline. A group of mercenaries for sure.

" You were visiting the base, making a... AN INSPECTION! Yes, and you asked me some questions!"

'-What the hell!? Why is he still talking!?-'

"It was on the same day the lieutenant got killed! You know, the big pink guy no one liked. The place was a wreck for a good while after that. I guess it must've made you inspection that much complicated!"

'-What a bunch of bullshit!-' The Bas was clearly desperate. Bastard didn't even presented himself. Probably used to get out of bad situations by smooth talking his way out of them. '-I don't have patience for this right now.-' Being the only one talking he was most likely the leader of the group. The Bas was going to answer Winterys questions no matter what, and he knew just what to do. A mercenary values two things above anything else... their life and everything they have. Wintery could end both of them in a second.

Wintery points his index finger towards the their mothership.

-Stop bullshitting me and answer the question! WHO-ARE-YOU?

Wintery beings to charge a death beam. ([OT-1]Death Beam)

-If you dare lie to me, you will lose your ship and also spend the last of your days stuck on a rock in the middle of nowhere.

    The bio-android was starting to get angry again. The talk between the bas and the attacker was making circles, with the first trying to convince the second that they know each other in some terrible attempt to avoid a fight, that for Plasma was inevitable and preferentially fast if Odrog used the same power he used when they first met. 

' Aaaargh! What the heck are you doing Odrog? Paralyze him already so I can finish this quickly! Huh...pointing at the ship again??? This idiot really wanna  pick a fight, you may be stronger, but the difference isn't that much.'

    Plasma position himself between the ship and the aggressor. His armor hardened, his muscles tensed, Plasma has just finished a training session and although he's still tired his condition is also perfect for fighting. A light-blue aura begins to appear around him along with dark-blue lightning sparks as he readies his barrier technique, if nothing else, at least the ship will be safe. 

' Odrog you will forgive me but I'm gonna protect my investments first, so come on you arrogant jerk: try your luck...weird...I'm getting the feeling that I can win?'



(Plasma apply his transformation modifiers (x3 Off/ x4 Def) - Current PL: 42,285/ 56,380; Total Stamina left: 3; Current damages: 0)


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