Post by Banaan on Jan 25, 2019 2:14:52 GMT
Character Name:
Banaan
Gender:
Male
Race:
Tuffle
Racial Traits:
Tuffle Intuition:
Capable of great feats of invention as well as being naturally skilled with building, they learn to cut corners.
Tuffles are capable of highly efficient construction when building base upgrades for their factions, reducing their cost by 25% (laboratories get their discount increased to 50%)
Inventions the Tuffle invests in are also reduced by 10% in cost.
Mechanical Augmentation:
Tuffles have learned to mix the physical and mechanical with very little effort.
Tuffles are capable of rebuilding removed body parts for half the cost it would someone else
Tuffles drain 10% less stamina when using physical attacks due to their mechanical pieces and nothing on physical basic attacks.
The Bigger They Are...
Tuffles are not fans of Giant Forms of other races due to their incredibly short stature.
In battle with a race with a giant form they focus their attacks slightly, increasing damage by 10% against those targets while they are in those forms.
Transformation Path:
Technological
Age:
32
Fighting Style:
Brawler
Appearance:
Banaan is, like most Tuffles, rather short in stature, clocking in at only 4’11”, making him seem rather diminutive. If you knew him, however, you would never take his size to mean that he were weak, in fact it seems to only bolster his strength. His apparent youth belies his years of combat training, his body being modified into that of a model soldier. Banaan has short cut hair that spikes out wildly in the front and off to the side, and with its shape and sharp blue color it’s rather striking and noticeable. His eyes are a dead red color, and there are slight markings down his face that belie his augmented nature. He is always present in his custom battle armor, a mixture of that worn by the Tuffle Elite and the PTO high end gear.
History:
Banaan. The name of the lieutenant was enough to make some shrink in their boots, just to make sure they didn’t offend the diminutive man on passing him by. He wasn’t always the daunting figure he is today, and it’s very apparent that he is no longer the same person he once was.
The Tuffle grew up as most would have, enjoying his carefree life with his mother and father in relative peace. As he grew, the boy had hoped to become a weapon smith, creating the tools for the future of his people, to protect his family and friends. His dreams were easy to reach in a society as developed as the Tuffles. But it wasn’t meant to be for the poor boy. One day while he was enjoying dinner with his family, they came. The pirates were from various races among the stars. None of them stood out. They wore drab outfits that masked their appearances. Even he, with his eye for detail and memory, had trouble recalling passing glances as he and his parents were shoved to the floor, facing each other and unable to look any higher than their faces.
Bang. The sound was hollow as it echoed against the walls of his home. It repeated again as he watched. Both shots couldn’t have been more than a moment apart. It felt like an eternity before he heard it a third time, a burning ripple of energy through his chest as he collapsed on the floor. His last sight in life was the scarred face of the man who killed him. A sickly looking man with a deep gash across his lips and nose. Green eyes. Blackness.
The boy awoke in a rejuvenation chamber. Or rather the shell that survived, as he felt such emptiness that it were as though his heart no longer beat. The images of the man trapped in his mind’s eye, the young Tuffle left his home world with the rest of his family’s money. The Galactic Patrol had already closed his case, unable to identify the pirates and tied under too much tape. And so with nowhere else to go, he went to the one other place that he knew of.
After joining the PTO, the young Tuffle excelled in his training despite his small size and youth. Ruthless and determined, he never steered away from the path he set for himself. It wasn’t long before he found a home as the sergeant of a small group of soldiers. It had been a few short years since he joined, and it would be a while longer. After reports of a few smaller spacecraft going missing in a sector near Plant, the Tuffle and his forces deployed to deal with the possible threat. As they landed on the asteroid that housed the criminals in question, he felt a chilling sense of dread at the location, as though someone had walked over his grave. The sweep was clean and easy, the offenders were rounded up and placed in a meat row in front of him. As he tore the holds off each of the men, he froze as he stared down at the one before him. Large man. Scar on his face from his nose down to his lips. Green eyes. Sickly looking. He stared at him for longer than he realized as his men awaited his order. Taking a few steps back, the Tuffle pulled his weapon from his belt. He didn’t speak, he had no need for recognition from his target. This was simple and cold. He fired his gun once. Twice. Three times. The man’s chest was perforated with enough holes by the end that it was hard to see what had been there previously. It brought him no joy. It felt empty as the day he died. After giving the order to execute he rest, he left for the ship and ordered the return.
The Tuffle continued his life in the PTO, although things never felt any different than before. He realized that killing held no joy for him, and that allowing himself to take part in such a petty mirroring of his own punishment had been pointless. No, it would only have been enjoyable if the accused had struggled. He wanted to see those beneath him squirm as they were dealt their hand. It became common practice among his squad to allow their captives to fight back before they were executed, which added a small flicker of enjoyment to the events for the Tuffle.
It wasn’t until a couple years after that this practice had finally come back to haunt him. On a mission to capture yet another small settlement planet for his leaders, the Tuffle and his squad faces off against something that shocked them. A Namekian dark as night had been captured in resistance, and upon being freed to challenge him, the thing grew to an enormous size. He easily crushed the entirety of the squad as though they were but flies, gnats even. In a fit of rage, the Tuffle forced himself to fend off the creature, letting the emotion move his body. After being trapped in the crushing grasp of the Great Namek, his bones shattered and his body failing, he was able to fire off a blast large enough to blow a hole in its head, releasing him as he blacked out, dying for the second time.
Reawakening in a laboratory resembling a Tuffle lab, the young man was surprised to see he was alive. He was informed of the extensive rebuilding of his body, which had been ordered by the leader of the men who saved him. The name Nix was familiar in some fashion to him, though he hadn’t met the changeling Captain in person. His new orders delivered, Banaan took his place as the right hand of Captain Nix. In this position, the rumors of his dedication and defiance in the face of death became a story told amongst the lower ranks of the PTO, cementing his position as a man possibly more feared than the captain himself.
Personality:
Banaan is a very cold and factual being. He is not easily amused, and seems to be emotionally devoid in many instances. Witnesses have stated that he will commit any atrocity that his leader, Nyx, orders him to, without so much as a blink.
Personally, the Tuffle doesn’t reflect on his emotions very frequently. He feels rather distant from those around him, and has only felt warmth a scarce few times in his life. The only joy he feels is in the thrill of battle, where he becomes more like a Saiyan than a Tuffle. His attacks are brutal and precise,and the enjoyment that displays on his face is enough to chill the blood of any opponent that stands in his way.
Techniques:
[ST-1] Flight
[BT-1] Annihilation Flare - Charging the destructive energy between his clenched hands, Banaan forces them forward, the attack lashes out wildly in an uncontrolled beam. [1-50%]
[AT-1] Guillotine - Charging energy into his finger tips, Banaan slashes at the air, sending a blade of energy at his opponent. This blade is meant for severing limbs, particularly tails... [1-50%]
[PT-1] Hand of Discipline - A simple move. Banaan strikes the opponent with considerable force. [1-50%]
[CONT] Knee Cannon - Striking the enemy with a burst of speed, bringing his knee into their head or abdomen, Banaan launches them away to give himself some breathing room. [1-50%, Stamina based]
[CT-1] Judgement Fist - Charging his fist with intense energy, Banaan throws a devastating punch, creating a long range strike that can pierce his opponents! [1-50%] [CAN CAUSE BLEED]
[PCT-1] Concurrent Punishment - Banaan relentlessly attacks his opponent, lashing out with precise strikes aimed at the body. [1-50%]
[RPT-1] Subjugation Rain - Banaan fires a rapid volley of explosive blasts from his palm, in an attempt to bring his enemy to heel. [1-50%]
Example Roleplay:
There was a distinct sense of urgency in the air as the men moved into position. Boots clicked against heels, and two small columns, four men each, stood before him. Banaan inspected them personally, walking between the ranks as he eyed their weapons and armor. As he expected, all of their gear was in order. This was no surprise to the Tuffle lieutenant, as these men were no strangers to his inspections. No, these were a small group of Captain Nix’s recruits, though not the best of the latest batch. Rather, Banaan had selected them himself for this latest journey, as he had a mission that would either serve to prove their worth, or dispose of them in quick order.
Neither outcome was much of a concern to the man as he stared at them evenly. Banaan stood only a few feet from them, and being shorter than every man in the room did nothing to dispel the tension in the air that came from the recruits. The Tuffle noted as per the usual, that this was likely due to their fear of him. “Men.” It was a statement. It was rare that his words came out as actual orders. He didn’t need to punctuate his speeches with shouts and the like, as some others would. He spoke, and so they listened. “We are approaching the drop off site. I will attempt to address all of your questions as I speak now.” None of the men had been briefed before they set out, as that would only waste time and cause them to overthink their own valor. The Tuffle began to pace slightly in front of them as he spoke.“The outpost we are approaching is located on a small planetoid that the Captain has his eye on. It is nothing impressive, by any means, but securing the location has benefits to further our aspirations. As such, we have been given a simple task, which will be carried out in a quick and precise manner.” Stopping again, and facing away from them, the Lieutenant activated the holographic display of the planetoid, showing the statistics of the outpost as he continued. “There are roughly twenty insurgents stationed here that have been harassing patrols in this sector. Your goal is the complete elimination of the targets here. This is a mission that you will be handling yourselves, and I will monitor the assault from above. Failure is not an option, and there will be no retreat. Your only escape will be the punishment of death. Understood?” It was posed as a question, although that of course was part of his etiquette. They all responded with a dull minded affirmation, and Banaan ordered them to their positions at the exit ramp.
The small ship they had ridden in was making a shallow approach, entering the atmosphere from afar and coming in close to the ground as to avoid prying eyes from the outpost itself. The Tuffle watched as it came into view, a few buildings that were hastily placed near one another in such a haphazard manner that it could not truly be defined as a compound, but again rather a ramshackle outpost. He felt no excitement at the oncoming skirmish, as it would be over quickly and with little fault to his men. A couple would survive this, he wagered, though he was rather certain that at least half would perish or become injured. His thoughts on the matter persisted as he walked to the rear of the ship and activated the ramp.
Flying out into the air and following from above, the Tuffle lieutenant was but a speck to the untrained eye, most likely due to his diminutive size. As the ship rounded on its trajectory, it swiftly landed less than a quarter mile from the outpost in question, and the men filed out quickly as the one leading gave his orders. It seemed as though there would not be much trouble beyond what was expected, although Banaan was never one to be caught completely off guard. He began to feel the tension himself as his men fired the first volley at the encampment and its inhabitants, as though another sense warned him of a nearby danger. His eyes darted from one blast to another, watching as his men did better than he had expected, with only one injured and the rest sweeping the area rather simply. But he was not one to ignore his premonitions, and soon his fears were proven.
A large blast came from within one of the farther buildings, and it was apparent that the energy came from a man, not a weapon. Three recruits were annihilated in a single shot. Not wanting to ruin his advantage, still removed from the scene of combat, Banaan watched closely, waiting for the target to reveal itself. As expected, the person responsible blasted through the building in a not so surprising display, rushing the troops. It was at that moment that Banaan noticed an even greater threat than he had anticipated. Rushing into the fray with haste, the Tuffle wasted no time in preparation.
Banaan made solid contact with the Saiyan, driving his knee directly into his stomach with the precision of a bullet,creating a shockwave that flattened the earth around them. The Tuffle knew that any Saiyan could prove to be a dangerous opponent, and seized his opportunity for a second strike without delay. His right hand had trailed behind him slightly as he initially launched himself, and had gathered a small, compact orb of ki up to the moment of first contact. He brought that to the Saiyan’s chest now, blasting him into the nearby building. Unsure of how effective the assault had been, Banaan was genuinely surprised when the Saiyan responded with his own rush, catching him slightly off guard as his fist collided directly with the side of the Tuffle’s face.
The fight that broke out between the two warriors was fierce. Both were shown to be physically adept, and neither was inclined to show mercy. As it had in the past, the strength of the Saiyan race always surprised the Tuffle, fully knowing that his race was not meant to be direct aggressors with their size and intelligent slant on ability. But he was not to be outdone by these savage monkeys, and the thought never occurred to him. Even if his people were the lesser warriors, he himself would provide the example. To him, it was clear that the apes were inferior beings, and the thought of being pressed by someone inferior to himself was not one he could accept. His convictions were only strengthened as his enemy began to flee before vanishing suddenly.
Banaan watched around him carefully, knowing that the Saiyan could not have gone far, when a sudden burst of light caught him off guard, blinding him lightly as it shot high into the air. Realization dawned upon him as he heard the screams of an animal growing in intensity from behind the nearby hillside. It wasn’t long before a true fear struck his heart, as he stared across the landscape at the Saiyan, now staring back with the might of his Great Ape form. Flashes of his past dances behind his vision, the feeling of the Great Namek and its deadly grip. His body shuddered unconsciously, as a fury spread through him, and his energy spiked to a large degree.
Still unused to his new abilities since reawakening, Banaan was overwhelmed by the energy that poured into his limbs and senses. Launching forward at a speed he had never experienced previously, he could immediately feel the effect that this new power had on his body. It would not be beneficial for long, as the energy was far too unstable to be maintained, and so his next few strikes needed to be enough. Approaching the Ape, Banaan easily dodged the obviously untrained slaps and grab attempts that were made by the animal. The Tuffle circled his foe, holding his arm straight out, the flat of his palm facing its back. A powerful and chaotic orb formed in front of him, creating a small shockwave as it erupted from his hand and slammed into his opponent with enough force to send him staggering, even at that towering size. A rare and malicious smile graced the lieutenant’s face, before he began effortlessly firing a barrage of similiar blasts at the Saiyan Ape, who had attempted to turn and face him once more. It was of no consequence, as the Ape was sent backpedaling by the sheer onslaught of attacks. Each burst of energy began to feel more impactful to the Tuffle, before he could feel his body taking the brunt of his expenditure. It was a deep pain in his muscles and chest, one that he found almost pleasing in a sense. As the blasts stopped and the Ape righted itself, Banaan decided that it was better for him to end the fight now, as a prolonged battle would only cause him more injury than necessary. Charging the full extent of his energy into his entire body, the Tuffle rocketed toward the Saiyan as he attempted to recover. Spinning like a drill, he slammed directly into the chest of the giant creature, his energy piercing the flesh of the Ape rather easily. Banaan doubted that the savage knew what had happened by the time he exited the other side, the blood that covered him quickly evaporating with the intensity of the aura that still shrouded him. He allowed the energy to dissipate as the Ape fell to the ground, a large hole where its heart should have been previously.
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Banaan approached the remainder of his squad as the stood outside the ship, prepared to leave after their somewhat successful assault, all things considered. Two were standing easily, one appeared to have a shoulder wound, and another was lying next to the ramp, holding his stomach and trying to stifle his groans of pain. “Sir!” One of them has mustered the courage to take charge of the report, it seemed. “The base has been completely cleared out, all targets eliminated! Six casualties, two injured!”
Banaan approached the man with his shoulder wound and inspected it slightly, denouncing its importance. The wound was mostly on the surface, likely a glancing blast from one of the insurgents. The man on the ground, however, looked far worse. The lieutenant was unsure of the severity of the wound, but it was no matter. It was unlikely that the soldier would make it without a proper rejuvination chamber, and they were far from home. The Tuffle grabbed the man by his armor and lifted him easily, despite the obvious size difference between them. It was not his place to leave the man to die, rather it was the man's test in a way. If he survived, then he will have proven his worth.
“Board the ship and prepare your report. We will be returning to base immediately.”
Banaan
Gender:
Male
Race:
Tuffle
Racial Traits:
Tuffle Intuition:
Capable of great feats of invention as well as being naturally skilled with building, they learn to cut corners.
Tuffles are capable of highly efficient construction when building base upgrades for their factions, reducing their cost by 25% (laboratories get their discount increased to 50%)
Inventions the Tuffle invests in are also reduced by 10% in cost.
Mechanical Augmentation:
Tuffles have learned to mix the physical and mechanical with very little effort.
Tuffles are capable of rebuilding removed body parts for half the cost it would someone else
Tuffles drain 10% less stamina when using physical attacks due to their mechanical pieces and nothing on physical basic attacks.
The Bigger They Are...
Tuffles are not fans of Giant Forms of other races due to their incredibly short stature.
In battle with a race with a giant form they focus their attacks slightly, increasing damage by 10% against those targets while they are in those forms.
Transformation Path:
Technological
Age:
32
Fighting Style:
Brawler
Appearance:
Banaan is, like most Tuffles, rather short in stature, clocking in at only 4’11”, making him seem rather diminutive. If you knew him, however, you would never take his size to mean that he were weak, in fact it seems to only bolster his strength. His apparent youth belies his years of combat training, his body being modified into that of a model soldier. Banaan has short cut hair that spikes out wildly in the front and off to the side, and with its shape and sharp blue color it’s rather striking and noticeable. His eyes are a dead red color, and there are slight markings down his face that belie his augmented nature. He is always present in his custom battle armor, a mixture of that worn by the Tuffle Elite and the PTO high end gear.
History:
Banaan. The name of the lieutenant was enough to make some shrink in their boots, just to make sure they didn’t offend the diminutive man on passing him by. He wasn’t always the daunting figure he is today, and it’s very apparent that he is no longer the same person he once was.
The Tuffle grew up as most would have, enjoying his carefree life with his mother and father in relative peace. As he grew, the boy had hoped to become a weapon smith, creating the tools for the future of his people, to protect his family and friends. His dreams were easy to reach in a society as developed as the Tuffles. But it wasn’t meant to be for the poor boy. One day while he was enjoying dinner with his family, they came. The pirates were from various races among the stars. None of them stood out. They wore drab outfits that masked their appearances. Even he, with his eye for detail and memory, had trouble recalling passing glances as he and his parents were shoved to the floor, facing each other and unable to look any higher than their faces.
Bang. The sound was hollow as it echoed against the walls of his home. It repeated again as he watched. Both shots couldn’t have been more than a moment apart. It felt like an eternity before he heard it a third time, a burning ripple of energy through his chest as he collapsed on the floor. His last sight in life was the scarred face of the man who killed him. A sickly looking man with a deep gash across his lips and nose. Green eyes. Blackness.
The boy awoke in a rejuvenation chamber. Or rather the shell that survived, as he felt such emptiness that it were as though his heart no longer beat. The images of the man trapped in his mind’s eye, the young Tuffle left his home world with the rest of his family’s money. The Galactic Patrol had already closed his case, unable to identify the pirates and tied under too much tape. And so with nowhere else to go, he went to the one other place that he knew of.
After joining the PTO, the young Tuffle excelled in his training despite his small size and youth. Ruthless and determined, he never steered away from the path he set for himself. It wasn’t long before he found a home as the sergeant of a small group of soldiers. It had been a few short years since he joined, and it would be a while longer. After reports of a few smaller spacecraft going missing in a sector near Plant, the Tuffle and his forces deployed to deal with the possible threat. As they landed on the asteroid that housed the criminals in question, he felt a chilling sense of dread at the location, as though someone had walked over his grave. The sweep was clean and easy, the offenders were rounded up and placed in a meat row in front of him. As he tore the holds off each of the men, he froze as he stared down at the one before him. Large man. Scar on his face from his nose down to his lips. Green eyes. Sickly looking. He stared at him for longer than he realized as his men awaited his order. Taking a few steps back, the Tuffle pulled his weapon from his belt. He didn’t speak, he had no need for recognition from his target. This was simple and cold. He fired his gun once. Twice. Three times. The man’s chest was perforated with enough holes by the end that it was hard to see what had been there previously. It brought him no joy. It felt empty as the day he died. After giving the order to execute he rest, he left for the ship and ordered the return.
The Tuffle continued his life in the PTO, although things never felt any different than before. He realized that killing held no joy for him, and that allowing himself to take part in such a petty mirroring of his own punishment had been pointless. No, it would only have been enjoyable if the accused had struggled. He wanted to see those beneath him squirm as they were dealt their hand. It became common practice among his squad to allow their captives to fight back before they were executed, which added a small flicker of enjoyment to the events for the Tuffle.
It wasn’t until a couple years after that this practice had finally come back to haunt him. On a mission to capture yet another small settlement planet for his leaders, the Tuffle and his squad faces off against something that shocked them. A Namekian dark as night had been captured in resistance, and upon being freed to challenge him, the thing grew to an enormous size. He easily crushed the entirety of the squad as though they were but flies, gnats even. In a fit of rage, the Tuffle forced himself to fend off the creature, letting the emotion move his body. After being trapped in the crushing grasp of the Great Namek, his bones shattered and his body failing, he was able to fire off a blast large enough to blow a hole in its head, releasing him as he blacked out, dying for the second time.
Reawakening in a laboratory resembling a Tuffle lab, the young man was surprised to see he was alive. He was informed of the extensive rebuilding of his body, which had been ordered by the leader of the men who saved him. The name Nix was familiar in some fashion to him, though he hadn’t met the changeling Captain in person. His new orders delivered, Banaan took his place as the right hand of Captain Nix. In this position, the rumors of his dedication and defiance in the face of death became a story told amongst the lower ranks of the PTO, cementing his position as a man possibly more feared than the captain himself.
Personality:
Banaan is a very cold and factual being. He is not easily amused, and seems to be emotionally devoid in many instances. Witnesses have stated that he will commit any atrocity that his leader, Nyx, orders him to, without so much as a blink.
Personally, the Tuffle doesn’t reflect on his emotions very frequently. He feels rather distant from those around him, and has only felt warmth a scarce few times in his life. The only joy he feels is in the thrill of battle, where he becomes more like a Saiyan than a Tuffle. His attacks are brutal and precise,and the enjoyment that displays on his face is enough to chill the blood of any opponent that stands in his way.
Techniques:
[ST-1] Flight
[BT-1] Annihilation Flare - Charging the destructive energy between his clenched hands, Banaan forces them forward, the attack lashes out wildly in an uncontrolled beam. [1-50%]
[AT-1] Guillotine - Charging energy into his finger tips, Banaan slashes at the air, sending a blade of energy at his opponent. This blade is meant for severing limbs, particularly tails... [1-50%]
[PT-1] Hand of Discipline - A simple move. Banaan strikes the opponent with considerable force. [1-50%]
[CONT] Knee Cannon - Striking the enemy with a burst of speed, bringing his knee into their head or abdomen, Banaan launches them away to give himself some breathing room. [1-50%, Stamina based]
[CT-1] Judgement Fist - Charging his fist with intense energy, Banaan throws a devastating punch, creating a long range strike that can pierce his opponents! [1-50%] [CAN CAUSE BLEED]
[PCT-1] Concurrent Punishment - Banaan relentlessly attacks his opponent, lashing out with precise strikes aimed at the body. [1-50%]
[RPT-1] Subjugation Rain - Banaan fires a rapid volley of explosive blasts from his palm, in an attempt to bring his enemy to heel. [1-50%]
Example Roleplay:
There was a distinct sense of urgency in the air as the men moved into position. Boots clicked against heels, and two small columns, four men each, stood before him. Banaan inspected them personally, walking between the ranks as he eyed their weapons and armor. As he expected, all of their gear was in order. This was no surprise to the Tuffle lieutenant, as these men were no strangers to his inspections. No, these were a small group of Captain Nix’s recruits, though not the best of the latest batch. Rather, Banaan had selected them himself for this latest journey, as he had a mission that would either serve to prove their worth, or dispose of them in quick order.
Neither outcome was much of a concern to the man as he stared at them evenly. Banaan stood only a few feet from them, and being shorter than every man in the room did nothing to dispel the tension in the air that came from the recruits. The Tuffle noted as per the usual, that this was likely due to their fear of him. “Men.” It was a statement. It was rare that his words came out as actual orders. He didn’t need to punctuate his speeches with shouts and the like, as some others would. He spoke, and so they listened. “We are approaching the drop off site. I will attempt to address all of your questions as I speak now.” None of the men had been briefed before they set out, as that would only waste time and cause them to overthink their own valor. The Tuffle began to pace slightly in front of them as he spoke.“The outpost we are approaching is located on a small planetoid that the Captain has his eye on. It is nothing impressive, by any means, but securing the location has benefits to further our aspirations. As such, we have been given a simple task, which will be carried out in a quick and precise manner.” Stopping again, and facing away from them, the Lieutenant activated the holographic display of the planetoid, showing the statistics of the outpost as he continued. “There are roughly twenty insurgents stationed here that have been harassing patrols in this sector. Your goal is the complete elimination of the targets here. This is a mission that you will be handling yourselves, and I will monitor the assault from above. Failure is not an option, and there will be no retreat. Your only escape will be the punishment of death. Understood?” It was posed as a question, although that of course was part of his etiquette. They all responded with a dull minded affirmation, and Banaan ordered them to their positions at the exit ramp.
The small ship they had ridden in was making a shallow approach, entering the atmosphere from afar and coming in close to the ground as to avoid prying eyes from the outpost itself. The Tuffle watched as it came into view, a few buildings that were hastily placed near one another in such a haphazard manner that it could not truly be defined as a compound, but again rather a ramshackle outpost. He felt no excitement at the oncoming skirmish, as it would be over quickly and with little fault to his men. A couple would survive this, he wagered, though he was rather certain that at least half would perish or become injured. His thoughts on the matter persisted as he walked to the rear of the ship and activated the ramp.
Flying out into the air and following from above, the Tuffle lieutenant was but a speck to the untrained eye, most likely due to his diminutive size. As the ship rounded on its trajectory, it swiftly landed less than a quarter mile from the outpost in question, and the men filed out quickly as the one leading gave his orders. It seemed as though there would not be much trouble beyond what was expected, although Banaan was never one to be caught completely off guard. He began to feel the tension himself as his men fired the first volley at the encampment and its inhabitants, as though another sense warned him of a nearby danger. His eyes darted from one blast to another, watching as his men did better than he had expected, with only one injured and the rest sweeping the area rather simply. But he was not one to ignore his premonitions, and soon his fears were proven.
A large blast came from within one of the farther buildings, and it was apparent that the energy came from a man, not a weapon. Three recruits were annihilated in a single shot. Not wanting to ruin his advantage, still removed from the scene of combat, Banaan watched closely, waiting for the target to reveal itself. As expected, the person responsible blasted through the building in a not so surprising display, rushing the troops. It was at that moment that Banaan noticed an even greater threat than he had anticipated. Rushing into the fray with haste, the Tuffle wasted no time in preparation.
Banaan made solid contact with the Saiyan, driving his knee directly into his stomach with the precision of a bullet,creating a shockwave that flattened the earth around them. The Tuffle knew that any Saiyan could prove to be a dangerous opponent, and seized his opportunity for a second strike without delay. His right hand had trailed behind him slightly as he initially launched himself, and had gathered a small, compact orb of ki up to the moment of first contact. He brought that to the Saiyan’s chest now, blasting him into the nearby building. Unsure of how effective the assault had been, Banaan was genuinely surprised when the Saiyan responded with his own rush, catching him slightly off guard as his fist collided directly with the side of the Tuffle’s face.
The fight that broke out between the two warriors was fierce. Both were shown to be physically adept, and neither was inclined to show mercy. As it had in the past, the strength of the Saiyan race always surprised the Tuffle, fully knowing that his race was not meant to be direct aggressors with their size and intelligent slant on ability. But he was not to be outdone by these savage monkeys, and the thought never occurred to him. Even if his people were the lesser warriors, he himself would provide the example. To him, it was clear that the apes were inferior beings, and the thought of being pressed by someone inferior to himself was not one he could accept. His convictions were only strengthened as his enemy began to flee before vanishing suddenly.
Banaan watched around him carefully, knowing that the Saiyan could not have gone far, when a sudden burst of light caught him off guard, blinding him lightly as it shot high into the air. Realization dawned upon him as he heard the screams of an animal growing in intensity from behind the nearby hillside. It wasn’t long before a true fear struck his heart, as he stared across the landscape at the Saiyan, now staring back with the might of his Great Ape form. Flashes of his past dances behind his vision, the feeling of the Great Namek and its deadly grip. His body shuddered unconsciously, as a fury spread through him, and his energy spiked to a large degree.
Still unused to his new abilities since reawakening, Banaan was overwhelmed by the energy that poured into his limbs and senses. Launching forward at a speed he had never experienced previously, he could immediately feel the effect that this new power had on his body. It would not be beneficial for long, as the energy was far too unstable to be maintained, and so his next few strikes needed to be enough. Approaching the Ape, Banaan easily dodged the obviously untrained slaps and grab attempts that were made by the animal. The Tuffle circled his foe, holding his arm straight out, the flat of his palm facing its back. A powerful and chaotic orb formed in front of him, creating a small shockwave as it erupted from his hand and slammed into his opponent with enough force to send him staggering, even at that towering size. A rare and malicious smile graced the lieutenant’s face, before he began effortlessly firing a barrage of similiar blasts at the Saiyan Ape, who had attempted to turn and face him once more. It was of no consequence, as the Ape was sent backpedaling by the sheer onslaught of attacks. Each burst of energy began to feel more impactful to the Tuffle, before he could feel his body taking the brunt of his expenditure. It was a deep pain in his muscles and chest, one that he found almost pleasing in a sense. As the blasts stopped and the Ape righted itself, Banaan decided that it was better for him to end the fight now, as a prolonged battle would only cause him more injury than necessary. Charging the full extent of his energy into his entire body, the Tuffle rocketed toward the Saiyan as he attempted to recover. Spinning like a drill, he slammed directly into the chest of the giant creature, his energy piercing the flesh of the Ape rather easily. Banaan doubted that the savage knew what had happened by the time he exited the other side, the blood that covered him quickly evaporating with the intensity of the aura that still shrouded him. He allowed the energy to dissipate as the Ape fell to the ground, a large hole where its heart should have been previously.
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Banaan approached the remainder of his squad as the stood outside the ship, prepared to leave after their somewhat successful assault, all things considered. Two were standing easily, one appeared to have a shoulder wound, and another was lying next to the ramp, holding his stomach and trying to stifle his groans of pain. “Sir!” One of them has mustered the courage to take charge of the report, it seemed. “The base has been completely cleared out, all targets eliminated! Six casualties, two injured!”
Banaan approached the man with his shoulder wound and inspected it slightly, denouncing its importance. The wound was mostly on the surface, likely a glancing blast from one of the insurgents. The man on the ground, however, looked far worse. The lieutenant was unsure of the severity of the wound, but it was no matter. It was unlikely that the soldier would make it without a proper rejuvination chamber, and they were far from home. The Tuffle grabbed the man by his armor and lifted him easily, despite the obvious size difference between them. It was not his place to leave the man to die, rather it was the man's test in a way. If he survived, then he will have proven his worth.
“Board the ship and prepare your report. We will be returning to base immediately.”
