A Fate Worse Than Death? Oct 3, 2020 2:14:41 GMT
Post by Yajirobe on Oct 3, 2020 2:14:41 GMT
|Mission: The Barrage|
Requirements: 1,000 Word Minimum
Rewards: 100z, 20 XP, 40 SP, You can now train with Vasha.
Description: Every so often around these parts, an asteroid belt roams through another even larger asteroid belt making for one big recipe for disaster and destruction. Some people call this "The Barrage". One world is about to be struck by The Barrage. When you arrive to investigate, however, you find one powerful woman in a space suit defending a planet with next to nothing but her bare hands. Who is this madwoman? Only one way to find out...
Yajirobe hung in the air for a split second, his feet hanging just a meter away from the Lookout’s edge. The last things he saw before gravity took hold of him were Mr. Popo’s palms, jutting blue ki. The look of pity on Kami’s gaze. And Korin, looking the most helpless he ever had seen him in all the time they had known each other.
Then the air whistled around him, white and blue filling his vision as the lookout slowly become just another white speck amongst the cloudy sky.
Yajirobe never thought much about death, until recently, and even then it was not his own, but that of a loved one. Every time death had him in its grip, he always found a way out.
The destruction of West City.
That time he was ambushed by giant arachas while sleeping in the wilderness.
Be it through sheer will or just Yajirobe cunning, he lived another day.
Yet as he plummeted, he had neither the will nor the cunning to avoid it. Even if he wanted, he could not break into a run and fly himself into a standstill. He wasn’t going to bother trying.
The only person he cared about, possibly even more than himself, lay dead and his hope for a good life, was only a fruit born from the deception of gods.
His feet were aching and his back was numb from the impact that sent him flying off. That were the last things he concerned himself about as the sun turned to black, and he felt the air rush against him, a sure indication that he was near the ground, and conversely, near his demise.
Yet it was not some high tree or rock that had obfuscated the sun, but the glittering frame of a red CC Mark III Luxury Ship which was in it’s initial stages of propelling towards the atmosphere of Earth and beyond.
As it careened past, Yajirobe’s Yukata snagged the exterior airlock valve, and from descent he found himself ascending.
The blur rocked both body and mind, his vision a blur as he hurled green chunder.
His massive weight rocked the valve around and he found himself once again hurled by forces out of his control, this time backwards.
Be it by luck or by hardwired skill, Yajirobe rolled instead of slamming back first into the inner airlock doors, saving him for a much greater back pain then that of which he was currently suffering of.
Faintly his senses came back to him as white vapor mizzled onto him. He tried to find his feet, yet the floor slid from beneath him, sending him once more backwards, this time through the inner airlock door and beyond.
Dazed and confused, Yajirobe simply rolled with it, literally.
A booming voice, commanding in tone and seemingly shaking the whole ship by its sound alone, hurried the restarting of Yajirobe’s mental and physical processes. He had no idea what this being was saying, but it was getting closer, evident by the stomping that were its footsteps.
Yajirobe reached for his sword, which thankfully was still there, ready to fight whatever was coming for him. Yet a crack emanating from his back suggested that he should find another alternative if he wished to still have a back by the end of the day.
Yajirobe’s finely tuned vagabond criminal skill set clicked in action, and he began looking for a place to hide in. To recover his strength of course, not avoiding a fight with whatever behemoth was making its way to tear him from limb to limb, which, evidenced by the shadow that it cast from the opening light of the doorway, was a rather large one.
Yajirobe pushed himself to a stand, using the wall behind as a crutch. Yet on further inspection, it was no wall, but another door. The looking port inside only showed darkness, the perfect hiding place for a vagabond to hide in. It seemed Lady Luck was once again embracing Yajirobe in between her ample bosom.
Turning a valve, the doors slid open and Yajirobe snuck in, the doors closing behind just as the lurking figure made its way in the corridor the ronin was in seconds ago.
Was this the afterlife? Or some other sick test from the gods, revenge for trying to strike down the so called guardian of Earth?
Before this line of inquiry could be further investigated by Yajirobe, the lights of the room flickered on.
LIFEFORM DETECTED. ESCAPE POD III EJECTING.
It was at this point that Yajirobe realized he in fact, was not in a room, but rather what looked like a very small tram. The whirring of gear and clacking of bolts were unlike any sound any tram he knew made, and the fact that the outside window was showing was looked like to be the night sky, helped Yajirobe reached the conclusion he was in some cruise liner’s escape pods.
“Ah could be worse.”
ESCAPE POD III DISENGAGED.
Yajirobe held on to the seatbelt of one of the chairs that was built on the side of the pod, yet instead of going down into water, he found himself slammed against the roof, giving him a good view of a distant planet Earth.
It seems like Lady Luck was not in fact embracing him in between her ample bosom but rather trying to fuck him over.
Before Yajirobe could visualize such a metaphor, he found himself slammed against the floor this time.
WARNING! WARNING! ENTERING UNIDENTIFIED GRAVITATIONAL PULL. PLEASE REDIRECT ESCAPE POD.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Yajirobe asked, as if expecting to receive an answer.
He did in fact receive an answer, only it came in the form of a rather loud thunk and the world going sideways.
Alarms were blaring, but Yajirobe had enough of this space shit. He climbed his way upwards, using the seatbelt as a rope. He was going to get the fuck out of this pod and go back to earth, even if he died trying.
Yet before he could push the red button to open the doors, a spaceman tapped on the pod’s door, wagging its finger to signal NO.