An odd-looking man. Aug 28, 2018 17:35:14 GMT
Post by Limax on Aug 28, 2018 17:35:14 GMT
Week 1: The master of the Crane Style, Shen, has been shadowing your movements to measure your potential. The legendary Martial Arts Master Shen has offered you a place as his pupil, but you are to complete an ‘exam’ of sorts to prove your skills. Shen has commanded you to kill an innocent man, and while he tells you that there are valid reasons, he refuses to tell you what they are. Are you willing to wield your killing hand and take this man down without a reason?
The Saiyan, Raditz, took to the air, launching himself out of the open airlock door with a quick grin at the Namekian standing behind him. A look of irritation came over Limax’ face and he briefly considered locking the door and running away with the ship and his injured friend (who was currently being kept inside a healing chamber down in the medical bay) in tow. Quickly deciding that this wouldn't do him any good (Raditz was far too powerful to escape from, he’d barely get 2 steps down the corridor before he came crashing through the hull of the ship, not to mention the homicidal ship’s A.I. that would no doubt make life difficult for him if he tried anything), he sighed and followed in the Saiyans footsteps, hopping nimbly out of the airlock and taking to the air.
The Namekian was gripped by a strange sensation as he took flight; it felt different to what he was used to and he suddenly realised that this must be because of the augmentations that had been performed on his body. He was no longer flying under his own power but by using some kind of gravity manipulator. Of course, he was still mostly organic so, with some concentration, he found that he was able to switch this unwanted equipment off and use his more natural flight capabilities, though he was distressed to note that his flight speed dropped dramatically when he did so. With each new discovery about what his body was capable of, Limax grew angrier and angrier. What had been done to him was as close to blasphemous as Namekians could imagine. His people did not worship a deity, but they recognised all life as being, in a sort of sense, sacred, so having pieces of his body replaced with technology offended him to his very core.
After several seconds of flight, he was able to catch up with Raditz, who was obviously flying at a leisurely pace to allow him to keep up, the Saiyan was swooping lazily around in the air and performing various feats of aerial acrobatics, as if bored, while he waited for Limax.
"Finally!" Raditz said, looking back over his shoulder once again. "I was beginning to think you weren’t coming. "
Don’t smile at me, you maniac! Limax thought, but said nothing.
"So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?" The Saiyan shrugged and turned his attention back to the expanse of sky ahead of him. "Whatever. You don’t really like me, I can dig that."
You’re damn right, I don’t like you. You’re insane!
"Probably think I’m crazy too..." Raditz continued to prattle on as they flew. "...and maybe I am, but I’m also excellent at checkers, so it just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by its cover."
”Do you ever stop talking?” Limax said. It was the first time he had spoken in minutes.
"Generally? No. Not if I can help it, at any rate." Raditz responded, nonchalantly. "If I’m not talking, then that means that somebody else probably is, and that’s boring. Oh! Excuse me for just a sec..."
Suddenly, something caught the Saiyan’s attention somewhere below and Limax turned his gaze to see what it was. They were currently flying high above a rather picturesque piece of mountainous terrain, relatively untouched by human civilisation apart from the odd, rural-looking shack dotted here and there; it reminded Limax a little of Namek and he suddenly felt more than a little homesick. There was a sizable stream, winding its way down the mountainside below and to their left and it appeared to be this that had distracted the Saiyan, or something along its length. Just as Limax was trying to determine what could possibly be important enough to disrupt Raditz’ inane ramblings, the Saiyan surprised him by firing a bolt of energy the size of an SUV down towards a tiered pagoda that stood alongside the stream. The building was bordered by a large courtyard and Limax’ enhanced eyes could make out a dozen or so individuals engaging in some kind of martial arts practice in this outside area.
"Bombs away!" Raditz yelled, before deciding that his business was concluded and immediately returning to his conversation with Limax. "Sorry about that, just a little errand to save us some time later on. " The Saiyan’s brow arched quizzically as he caught the look of pure disbelief and abject loathing on the Namekian’s face. "What? I said ‘bombs away’, they should have heard that, looked up and seen what was heading their way and dodged, right?"
It would have been literally impossible for anyone to hear the Saiyan’s warning until after the attack had already landed. It was very unlikely that anyone present at that temple would survive the ensuing…
...explosion. There was an audible grinding noise as Limax’ jaw clenched shut, his dislike of the Saiyan reaching new heights.
After a few more minutes of flight, the unlikely duo touched down in a courtyard in front of a temple that was not too dissimilar from the one Raditz had just destroyed. The mad Saiyan was still trying to figure out the cause his companion’s irritation and subsequent reluctance to interact with him, even as they approached the temple and began to walk up the steps that led to its entrance.
"Halt, Saiyan!" Came a voice from directly overhead.
Limax was startled into leaping backward, his body flying several feet away from where he started and skidding along the tiles that made up the courtyard floor. His eyes darted up to the area above the temple entrance, scanning for the source of the voice. Raditz however, barely reacted at all, simply craning his neck and waving his hand goofily up at the wizened, old man that looked down over the parapet of one of the Pagoda’s levels. He was an odd-looking man. He wore a robe of bright yellow and gaudy green which hung loosely over his slender frame. His hair stuck out from under his hat (which was fashioned in the likeness of some kind of bird) in tufts that pointed towards the sky. Similar spikes of grey hair protruded from either side of his upper lip in a way that could have only been fashioned by choice.