Post by Carnelian on Feb 7, 2019 2:04:05 GMT
AGE 603
Carnelian woke with a start. He'd never been a sound sleeper, but he'd been restless as of late. A light near his bed was strobing softly, but insistently. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he sat up in his bed and took a look around his chambers. Densely packed, his room was organized like a whirlwind. Charts and documents littered a desk off in the corner, and various flora covered the floor and much of the walls. His bed was more of a nest than anything, a disorganized pile of blankets and cushions five times as large as he was. Yawning, he got up and plodded out into the main hall of his ship, transforming to his fourth form as he did so. The few helmsmen he passed by bowed, then went on their way. There was no need for overly deferential rituals and salutes, they'd all been on the ship long enough to get past that.
"Sorry to wake you, Lord. Something's come up, and I think you'll want to see this."
His pilot and secretary, Pom, was at the main control board of the ship. She was short and stocky, with attractive features and a focused look about her. She had blueish purple skin, and a short mane of white hair. Pom had been assigned to Carnelian's ship a decade ago, and the two had a good rapport. She knew him possibly better than any, and she would follow him to the ends of the galaxy. Speaking of the ship, Carnelian's was named the Incorruptible, and she was an older vessel. Carnelian disliked the newer ships, with their bubbled windows and completely curved surfaces. His was of an older breed, instead of energy shielding it had a vastly reinforced frame, and very few windows lined its outer hull.
"What is it, Pom?" He walked up next to the pilot's seat, and she pointed to the communication display, and the flashing red square in the center. "Distress signal, sir. From one of the garden planets, Ivyss 4. They're requesting any available aid, and we're the only PTO vessel in range. Should I take us in?" He looked in closer at the screen, as though trying to glean more information from the blinking icon. He'd never been to Ivyss 4, but he was familiar with all of the inhabited worlds out here. "Absolutely. I'm going to investigate this personally, and hell take he who wastes my time."
Twenty minutes later, he was descending to the surface of the planet, towards the capitol. Large pillars of smoke rose from collapsed skyscrapers, and large swathes of the heavily forested landscape was ablaze. Curling the edges of his mouth into a sneer, Carnelian shot toward the source of the commotion. Bodies lined the streets, and civilians screamed out as they ran to their vehicles or places of shelter. Within the blaze, a figure strode forth. He was tall, easily seven feet tall, and built like a slab of meet that was fused with an equally sized slab of concrete. He had a long, shaggy mane of dull black hair, and his eyes glowed a sickly blue. He wore no upper body clothing, and his pants seemed to be made from animal hide. Around his waist was curled a simian tail, clearly marking him a saiyan. Almost as though he could feel Carnelian approaching, he turned towards the changeling and inclined his head, peering down at him.
Carnelian's sneer turned into a frown, and then a scowl. "I've no idea who you think you are, but you've got some nerve stepping foot in PTO territory, scum." Stepping forward, the changeling held his clenched fists aloft at his side. The saiyan laughed, a loud, hoarse cackle. "Big words for one so short! The saiyan empire has come for these weaklings, and this is what they bring forth to stop me? I'm almost insulted! Actually, you know what? I AM INSULTED, AND THAT MAKES ME MAD!" With a howl that sounded like it came from the depths of hell itself, he hurled himself forward, an orb of crackling gold energy in each hand. Carnelian rushed to meet him, red lightning arcing down his shoulders to his hands.
Under his overhanded strikes, fists burying themselves in his gut, his arms swinging down, dodge to the side, another gut punch, and another, jump over his low kick, a haymaker to his face, dodge under the next punch, can't dodge, take the hit, and the next one, a slamming blow to your midsection, knocking the air from your lungs, forcing you to take a step back to avoid the next one, and the next, ducking between his savage strikes to land several punches to his chest, trying to free your arm from his sudden grasp, recoiling in pain from the sudden headbutt, channeling ki down towards your fingers to send a deadly lance of bright red light, miss him because he's knocked your arm away, follow through with a ki blast from the other hand which connects with his stomach, forcing him back, a cough of blood barking from his mouth...
And he laughs.
And begins to scream.
A low, single note that gets stronger and louder, the rubble around him rising into the air, electricity arcing from the saiyan to everything near him.
A flash of blinding light.
The sight of spiked golden hair.
The feeling of an oppressive golden aura.
And the feeling of his fist in Carnelian's gut, and chest, again and again, a blow to his head sending him flying through fallen buildings. Hell, Carnelian hadn't even seen him move. What was this.
WHAT WAS THIS.
With a roaring laugh, the now Super Saiyan began a beatdown unto the changeling, which shook the broken city to it's core. Carnelian was tough, but he'd never experienced such savagery from a sentient being. He rose to his feet, a death beam cocked in each hand, and with a scream, rose his hands to point forward and-
It was a feeling unlike any he'd felt before. It was a cold pain, a sense of cold numbness, and of cold loss. He fell backwards, his eyes wide with shock, and his lower half fell next to him. Carnelian's last view before losing consciousness was of the golden saiyan, with his aura focused into a blade around his arm.
Carnelian's head was fuzzy, as though someone had gone in and filled his skull with cotton and static. Sitting up was too hard, so he tried to glean as much as he could from where he was. He was on a cold metal table, and there were several people in the room. Tuffles, from their voices. Tuffles under his employ... which meant he was back on the Incorruptible.
"Lord? Carn, can you hear me? You're back on the ship, we barely got you out of there."
"Pom? I can't, I can't feel my... what happened? Where are we?"
"We're in deep space, Lord. We had to run after what that monster did, there was nothing you could have done... We did what we could for your legs, but..."
Carnelian looked down at his lower half, and saw that his torso, legs, and tail had all been replaced with mechanical augments. High tech augments, but...
He thought back to that monster of a saiyan, and gritted his teeth. He would find that nightmare, and put an end to it.
WC 1241
PL 4800 / Bonus 35%
Carnelian woke with a start. He'd never been a sound sleeper, but he'd been restless as of late. A light near his bed was strobing softly, but insistently. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he sat up in his bed and took a look around his chambers. Densely packed, his room was organized like a whirlwind. Charts and documents littered a desk off in the corner, and various flora covered the floor and much of the walls. His bed was more of a nest than anything, a disorganized pile of blankets and cushions five times as large as he was. Yawning, he got up and plodded out into the main hall of his ship, transforming to his fourth form as he did so. The few helmsmen he passed by bowed, then went on their way. There was no need for overly deferential rituals and salutes, they'd all been on the ship long enough to get past that.
"Sorry to wake you, Lord. Something's come up, and I think you'll want to see this."
His pilot and secretary, Pom, was at the main control board of the ship. She was short and stocky, with attractive features and a focused look about her. She had blueish purple skin, and a short mane of white hair. Pom had been assigned to Carnelian's ship a decade ago, and the two had a good rapport. She knew him possibly better than any, and she would follow him to the ends of the galaxy. Speaking of the ship, Carnelian's was named the Incorruptible, and she was an older vessel. Carnelian disliked the newer ships, with their bubbled windows and completely curved surfaces. His was of an older breed, instead of energy shielding it had a vastly reinforced frame, and very few windows lined its outer hull.
"What is it, Pom?" He walked up next to the pilot's seat, and she pointed to the communication display, and the flashing red square in the center. "Distress signal, sir. From one of the garden planets, Ivyss 4. They're requesting any available aid, and we're the only PTO vessel in range. Should I take us in?" He looked in closer at the screen, as though trying to glean more information from the blinking icon. He'd never been to Ivyss 4, but he was familiar with all of the inhabited worlds out here. "Absolutely. I'm going to investigate this personally, and hell take he who wastes my time."
Twenty minutes later, he was descending to the surface of the planet, towards the capitol. Large pillars of smoke rose from collapsed skyscrapers, and large swathes of the heavily forested landscape was ablaze. Curling the edges of his mouth into a sneer, Carnelian shot toward the source of the commotion. Bodies lined the streets, and civilians screamed out as they ran to their vehicles or places of shelter. Within the blaze, a figure strode forth. He was tall, easily seven feet tall, and built like a slab of meet that was fused with an equally sized slab of concrete. He had a long, shaggy mane of dull black hair, and his eyes glowed a sickly blue. He wore no upper body clothing, and his pants seemed to be made from animal hide. Around his waist was curled a simian tail, clearly marking him a saiyan. Almost as though he could feel Carnelian approaching, he turned towards the changeling and inclined his head, peering down at him.
Carnelian's sneer turned into a frown, and then a scowl. "I've no idea who you think you are, but you've got some nerve stepping foot in PTO territory, scum." Stepping forward, the changeling held his clenched fists aloft at his side. The saiyan laughed, a loud, hoarse cackle. "Big words for one so short! The saiyan empire has come for these weaklings, and this is what they bring forth to stop me? I'm almost insulted! Actually, you know what? I AM INSULTED, AND THAT MAKES ME MAD!" With a howl that sounded like it came from the depths of hell itself, he hurled himself forward, an orb of crackling gold energy in each hand. Carnelian rushed to meet him, red lightning arcing down his shoulders to his hands.
Under his overhanded strikes, fists burying themselves in his gut, his arms swinging down, dodge to the side, another gut punch, and another, jump over his low kick, a haymaker to his face, dodge under the next punch, can't dodge, take the hit, and the next one, a slamming blow to your midsection, knocking the air from your lungs, forcing you to take a step back to avoid the next one, and the next, ducking between his savage strikes to land several punches to his chest, trying to free your arm from his sudden grasp, recoiling in pain from the sudden headbutt, channeling ki down towards your fingers to send a deadly lance of bright red light, miss him because he's knocked your arm away, follow through with a ki blast from the other hand which connects with his stomach, forcing him back, a cough of blood barking from his mouth...
And he laughs.
And begins to scream.
A low, single note that gets stronger and louder, the rubble around him rising into the air, electricity arcing from the saiyan to everything near him.
A flash of blinding light.
The sight of spiked golden hair.
The feeling of an oppressive golden aura.
And the feeling of his fist in Carnelian's gut, and chest, again and again, a blow to his head sending him flying through fallen buildings. Hell, Carnelian hadn't even seen him move. What was this.
WHAT WAS THIS.
With a roaring laugh, the now Super Saiyan began a beatdown unto the changeling, which shook the broken city to it's core. Carnelian was tough, but he'd never experienced such savagery from a sentient being. He rose to his feet, a death beam cocked in each hand, and with a scream, rose his hands to point forward and-
It was a feeling unlike any he'd felt before. It was a cold pain, a sense of cold numbness, and of cold loss. He fell backwards, his eyes wide with shock, and his lower half fell next to him. Carnelian's last view before losing consciousness was of the golden saiyan, with his aura focused into a blade around his arm.
Carnelian's head was fuzzy, as though someone had gone in and filled his skull with cotton and static. Sitting up was too hard, so he tried to glean as much as he could from where he was. He was on a cold metal table, and there were several people in the room. Tuffles, from their voices. Tuffles under his employ... which meant he was back on the Incorruptible.
"Lord? Carn, can you hear me? You're back on the ship, we barely got you out of there."
"Pom? I can't, I can't feel my... what happened? Where are we?"
"We're in deep space, Lord. We had to run after what that monster did, there was nothing you could have done... We did what we could for your legs, but..."
Carnelian looked down at his lower half, and saw that his torso, legs, and tail had all been replaced with mechanical augments. High tech augments, but...
He thought back to that monster of a saiyan, and gritted his teeth. He would find that nightmare, and put an end to it.
WC 1241
PL 4800 / Bonus 35%
