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Post by Gita on Jun 7, 2019 3:56:46 GMT -6
The Volcanic Lands were just that, molted rocks that were now the current lands of this territory and with quite honesty had seen better days. This place wasn't always ran by outlaws but then again, the Saiyan Kingdom and the Fleet never really had purpose on this planet if it weren't for the dragon balls. The planet as a whole serves no purposes to anyone who isn't namekian, however other settlers and invaders alike have made it their own business to come to this region of the land where no one else would bother to go to. The cracks of this blacken and grayed lands were filled with minor volcanic lava which didn't reach surface level at all. Within these volcanic lands were a population of a variety of outlaws coming from all races alike and the business that was set up here was rather intriguing to say the least. From gambling, bars, adult entertainment places, and a few other just local wares that were found all over the universe.
Gita probably wasn't the first to see these lands nor the last, however, seeing these settlers calling this place their home only made him sick to his stomach. He wore his black oversize robe over his gi uniform and started to walk into the first tavern bar he saw. Upon expecting the patrons much closely, this was indeed a shady place that did not warrant any goodies. He made himself known by his presence on just entering the establishment, however, he kept to himself at the corner of the base. Many of the patrons eyed him up and down, immediately taking in the fact that he was indeed namekian by appearances alone. A giant and more muscular individual headed straight his way and being a blue brenchian with an eye patch and appearance of that of a pirate. He towered over Gita as he just sat there and was waiting for a waiter to approach him. The towered brenchian slammed his fist onto the table which caused it to shake and nothing more.
"Your kind isn't allowed in these parts at all."
Gita just sat there with his hands folded together and covering his mouth with it as he rested his elbows onto the table.
"I don't want any trouble."
The brenchian smirked as he lifted his right arm into the air and was ready to deck Gita in the face with his fist. Gita was quick and as two forms of smoke appeared before his hands, he quickly stood to his feet and aimed two revolvers straight at the brenchian's head and chest. The brenchian was quick to freeze in place as he never witnessed this form of magic before and the quickness of a namekian.
"One false move and you will be on the floor."
The brenchian nodded and decided to walk away from Gita, who now had his two revolvers vanished back into smoke as he sat back down and stayed to himself. Any employee of the establishment approached Gita soon after and being a scrawny alien looking creature with red skin.
"I'm sorry about the commotion, we aren't all like that to your kind. What will it be?"
Gita replied back with a chuckle.
"I'm not here to order food, i'm here looking for the owner of this place."
The employee looked rather stunned and replied back with a simple stutter problem all of a sudden.
"An---d wh--at do yo--u ne--ed the owner for?"
Gita shifted his eyes to stare at the employee of the bar and placing both his hands in his robe pockets.
"I'm going to be closing this place down. You lot don't belong here."
The employee was rather stunned and walked away in order to get the owner of this place.
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Post by Casca on Jun 9, 2019 20:39:33 GMT -6
"The Outlaw" of the Volcanic Lands Casca starred at her opponents, trace amigos you could call them. All from the same spigot. Eyeing the largest of the three first, the Saiyan calmed her breathing as she prepared for the warfare. Completing the challenge would grant her wide fame and notoriety in the region, giving her another incentive to stick around on Namek. It is not every day you get the chance to get your picture taken and put on the wall of fame! Graspings the first shot glass, filled with an almost ethereal alcohol that could be considered both a liquid and a gas at the same time, Casca managed to say, “ Interesting,” before she downed the drink. Feeling the liquid air cascade down her throat and into the acidic juices of her stomach, the Saiyan tapped her belly as she licked her lips. “ I like that one,” she mentioned as her hand reached for the next of the three chickas. Unfortunately, no one told the young woman she had to hold her nose shut or the vaporous part of the drink would make its return. The scrawny looking alien with the beautiful red skin clawed the two drinks back as he began to laugh as what looked like smoke started rolling out of the Saiyan’s nostrils. “ It was good, what’s so funny,” she made the comment, oblivious to the drink’s drawbacks until the smoke was followed by the heat. Thinking she was turning into a dragon or something, Casca immediately sprinted to the bathroom to forcibly expunge the substance causing her discomfort. Sweating with her mouth on fire and smoke protruding from her face hole, she stood above the toilet with the seat up as she prepared to expunge the poison from her system. Before anything got going, to sort of speak, the Saiyan retracted from her penance of trying something foreign without knowing what she was getting into. Footsteps raced down the hallway outside the locked door to the bathroom Casca was located in. Putting the seat down, the Saiyan put an ear to the door to see if it was that red alien, spreading the story of her despair. Because she thought everything revolved around her, the Saiyan was surprised to hear an argument taking place. Overhearing some of the language used about a customer, the young woman withdrew from the door as she checked her belongings. Something was going down and the owners of the establishment where pissed. “ Glad to know I’m not the only one,” she said as she shoved the door open a smidge. “ That red piece of —,” Casca paused for she didn’t know what species the Alien was who tricked her into taking the challenge, so she left her remark simmer until later. It didn’t matter, Red moved from a location she could not properly see, brandishing an arm blaster in toe. Quickly shutting the door, the Saiyan turned to brace against it. How and why she found herself in these situations was incredible, but someone needed to take out the trash. Shouldering through the door, the Saiyan gripped the arm of the Alien. Thinking what would Vegeta do, Casca waved a finger at the man. “ Not today,” she said as she ripped the blaster from his hands. “ Namek does not need any more of these,” Casca sent her retort at the man as more feet could be heard marching from the back of the building. “ Ugh, of course you got drinking buddies.” After a couple more untimely jokes that only fueled her opponents’ intensity, the Saiyan found herself flying through the air. Splintering the first wall she made contact with, Casca looked up from lying on her back as she found herself in the drinking part of the establishment. Music came to a stop as she ruined the only chance for an encore as she laid on top of the rubble of the music apparatus. “ Hope you weren’t listening to that,” she said casually to the Namekian nearby, one she would later know as Gita. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 10, 2019 20:21:00 GMT -6
It took a lot to annoy and disgust Steno, especially enough for it to be visible across his face, but even flying over this area made his blood boil. No one worth meeting lived here, and unless you were trying to hide or get away from someone you usually had no reason to be here. Steno to most had no good reason to be here, but this was a place he had stayed out for a few months due to his training. When he was released from his official training he was sent away and Oboe was told to expect him, but instead of being redirected towards the Guru this was where he ended up. The air was horrible from the burning, and if destruction held a particular smell this would have been it. For the first time since finally making his way to Oboe, Steno had gotten away further than running distance to a familiar place he preferred not to know existed, floating gently and angry at the fact he found a sense of peace here.
What truly made Steno angry about this place wasn't just the fact that it was created by people not even from this planet who left just as quickly as they created the damage, but the fact off-worlders had made a home here as if it were an exaggerated back-alley. This was the day that Steno was going to blow off steam he was hiding under the surface and more specifically from Guru. Everyone expected him to be stoic so he was, and everyone expected him to carry himself a certain way so he did, but today was going to be a good day, for Steno at least. Landing with a hard, and very purposefully loud thump right outside of a makeshift building, an uncharacteristic smile fell on Steno's face as he could sense power levels inside. He was looking for a fight, and at least for a few hours he wasn't going to be the guardian of anything, but a Namekian venting frustrations.
To anyone that had a pulse there would have been a loud cracking sound as the front door came flying inside and lodged into the furthest wall corner first. Stepping slowly into the doorway came a four-armed Namekian that was clearly well built and from the way he carried himself well-trained. Most in the room would have never seen or likely even heard of him just yet, but he had no problem making such an entrance given the patrons. Only one person near the door seemed keen to move close enough to get a better look, but one sideways glance caused them to move back, giving Steno a full view of the room and the scene that he had surprisingly walked in on. "Looks like I'm not the only one up for a little fun.", rolling his neck and he lifted all four arms and cracked his knuckles.
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Post by Gita on Jun 11, 2019 14:28:29 GMT -6
I guess you can say Gita wasn't the only outsider in this bar due to not being like the rest of these goons. He lifted up his head ever so slightly and with his hood still on his head he stared and watched as a saiyan girl ran into the bathroom and from the looks of it she had consumed something so foul that it made her rush into it in quick haste. If it wasn't apparent enough, Gita noticed smoke coming from within her body which only suggested that the drink that she received wasn't exactly normal. Gita noticed one of the patrons being a red alien being the one that tricked the saiyan woman laughing from cheek to cheek with his buddies. Gita didn't find this amusing but the other criminal patrons did and with his teeth clenching and clicking together in frustration, he stared at the red alien like he had just committed the worst crime of his life. There were two things that Gita never liked, criminals who trick the weak and criminals who caused chaos on his planet. At this point in time his blood was in a boil and the employee that was now in the back of the establishment began to call her boss via scouter, noting that an individual was looking for them.
Gita rose up from his chair and immediately dash straight towards the red alien and with smoke appearing on both his hands, he now held two daggers as he now leaped into the air and planted his boot onto the face of this red alien who kept laying at the saiyan girl's demise. The red skinned alien freak went flying straight into a nearby wall and then collapsed on the round wooden table that had two other criminal patrons that were enjoying the show. The frustration on their faces was clearly present as they rose up from their chairs. The two friends of the red skinned alien immediately began to swing punches straight at Gita. Who clearly ducked low to evade the first incoming punch, while blocking the second alien's punch to his stomach and locking in his arm by pressing his arm against his own body by catching the fist in time with his arm. The second alien wouldn't have time to struggle to free himself from being trapped as Gita immediately head butted the second alien with his forehead. The bloody nose was present and the left blood stain on his forehead made it known that it was a lot. The second alien was thus freed and fell on his buttocks. The first aliens neck was sliced open with a dagger and even though the cut was so minimal, it was enough of a distraction for Gita to hurl both his dagger blades into the two other aliens that he caused a disturbance by throwing the red alien at their table.
The small impact to their stomachs with both daggers, was enough to cause them to fly back into the chairs in which they sat on. The wounds weren't by no means life threatening and the one who had received the neck wound was now lifted up into the air and hurled over the bar counter. The chaotic scene was only getting much worse and from the looks of it, the four armed namekian that he had met prior, had entered the establishment and from the looks of it. He appeared to be wanting to take a crack at all the commotion. Gita left a smirk on his face and stared at the incoming criminals who started to surround him. Then the saiyan girl had causally mention towards him if he heard the commotion. He nodded and smiled her way as he gave her a wink in which represented that he had her back.
"Not to worry, I took care of the problem."
Now it got much worse as Gita was surrounded not by one or two guys, but by seven of them. The biggest and most muscular one of the group towered over Gita and locked him in a massive bear hug as his arms and body started to feel the massive weight and pressure in which this man was giving him. Gita began to grunt in pain as the other criminals were starting to surround him much closer and this was indeed not looking good for Gita as he began to chuckle at his misfortune and demise.
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Post by Casca on Jun 11, 2019 20:29:33 GMT -6
"Thee Outlaws" Avengers, Assemble! CRRRRAACK! The little grotto the Saiyan and Namekian found themselves in had its door impounded, leaving a vacancy in its place. Stepping forth through that very sacred void, known in any drinking establishment as the one that separated sober responsibility from that of stupendous splendor, a four-armed Namekian made his presence known. In a flash, everyone in the crowded bar began yelling and screaming as threats and punches were thrown. Watching Gita kick his chair as he raced into the thrall of combat, Casca tipped his table over to provide her some protection. Popping only her eyes out from cover, she watched as their assailants withdrew their weapons. Hating herself for not getting to them first, the Saiyan yelled out aid to her new allies, “ They got blasters! A bunch of blasters!” Gita glided across the floor, materializing two deadly blades as he leaped into battle. Smashing Red clear across the bar, the Namekian took on Red’s friends when Red laid temporarily unconscious. Retracting behind cover once again, Casca thought she saw the large Namekian in the doorway entered the fray as the place roared with more activity. Hopping further behind the table after another unconscious alien landed near her, Casca began to plot her escape! Yeah, the front door was no longer in this area code, but there had to be more of bar maiden's friends outside, right? Friends of friends or something like that. The back of the establishment already seemed relatively well guarded, so that was a no go. Think, think, think, Casca thought to herself. Quickly realizing there was no way out, the Saiyan buried herself as low to the ground as she could to try to wait out the misunderstanding. Gita did mention it wasn't going to be a problem. What sounded like bone-cracking mayhem rang across the bar as the young woman started to believe she just had bad luck with picking where to drink. Another reason to quit, tomorrow. Opening her eyes for a second after a large thud occured somewhere behind her, Casca felt panic as she faintly saw Red coming through, the Alien Gita knocked unconscious moments earlier. Casca commanded her eyes to open wide as Red was now standing, readying his blaster once again but not at her. He was aimed at Gita! “ Thought I told you, naw, not today,” Casca whispered to herself as she knelt in a three-point, sprinter’s stance. She used quick-attack, blitzing across the bar in a flash of light to prevent the Namekian any harm. Making it a good distance before losing her footing due to the mischief happening everywhere around her, Casca found herself flying through the air once again. Only this time, she volunteered. “ Drrrraaggon,” the young woman warned at the peak of her vocal volume. Arm already retracted as golden Ki rippled across her upper body. Crossing the last of the distance skillfully through the air, Casca avoid the spectacle around her as she made her way to her only target, matching eyes with the alien. Watching Red’s pupils double in size as she finished her roar brought just a bit of satisfaction to the young girl, just a little bit! “ Fisssst!” From a meter away, the Saiyan spawned a massive Golden Dragon made from her technique’s manipulated Ki. Striking the alien immediately, Casca touched on the ground as she watched the Dragon ripe through the establishment wall, taking Red with it. Light quickly traced the flying bodies and exploding debris behind her. Scratching the back of her head, Casca watched as the outside world grew aware that there were some new sheriffs in town as she peered through the Red-alien shaped hole she made. As their weapons shimmered with heat, roaring to life, Casca tried to clear her throat but it was dry. Hearing Gita had a handle on the situation inside made her feel half better. Was the four-armed Namekian going to be a problem though, the Saiyan thought to herself. Fighting a battle on two fronts was already difficult enough, fighting a battle on three would make Gita and her OUTLAWS! |
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Post by Steno on Jun 11, 2019 22:03:47 GMT -6
To Steno's surprise only a few eyes even moved towards him even with his dramatic entrance as there was already a full blown fight taking place by the time he had even made his presence known. Part of him was disappointed he didn't get to kick things off but at the same time this was exactly what he showed up for. What caught him off guard more than anything was the Namekian he had previously met that seemed to have a bit of a temper, and if he had started this he couldn't really be surprised at all. The four-armed Namekian stood in the doorway just watching the action unfold as if watching a film, mostly amused by what was going on. His eyes narrowed as he noticed Gita surrounded rather quickly given how he had approached the fight, but he was immediately distracted by what seemed to be a large ki-creation of a dragon that came from what looked to be a Saiyan.
The question was now should he rush in and just start throwing punches, help the two that seemed to be on the receiving end of a lot of negative attention, or throw his hands up and just take them all on. The answer was clear, but it wasn't as evident at first given that Steno took the chance to run past Casca, past Gita, and bull rushed one of the attacks of Gita right through the wall to make a second hole next to the one Casca had just created. With a quick spin he turned and grabbed two chairs with opposite arms and spun them in a full three-hundred and sixty degrees smacking anyone that didn't move before tossing them both directly at a single alien with a grunt. The nearest of the weapon-drawn assailants was the furthest now from Steno, but a long stretching arm grabbed him by the leg and tugged him off his feet only to faceplant hard, and a moment later he tossed them over Gita's head barely missing him by inches and landing with a sliding stop right in front of Casca. "Come on! I need to blow off some steam! Someone come at me!"
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Post by Gita on Jun 11, 2019 22:52:25 GMT -6
If there was one word to describe the entirety of the current situation it would be jaw dropping. First this saiyan had summoned up on what appeared to be a dragon which created a hole in the wall. The next thing that had occurred was Steno striking the group with his four arms alone. The towering muscular man that once held Gita captive had dropped him and focused his attention at the four armed Namekian and seeing him as a bigger threat. How Gita wouldn’t give him that luxury and instead summoned up a giant chain one both his hands and immediately jumped high enough in order to place the chain around the towering aliens throat and then tightening the grip.
This causing the alien to begin to choke and before he could break free or try to gain the upper hand, Gita summoning forth his warrior strength transformation for a brief moment, to lift this giant alien and hurling him straight to a wall. This caused him to not only knock out in the process, but the impact he had severe from the throw was major damage. Gita panted briefly as he went back to his base form and already seeing the crowd of patrons scattering away like roaches. Just when he thought it was fine and dandy, the owner of the shop appeared. This giant hulk looking red Brenchian with a big ole mustache. He definitely had the power and what appeared to be now, was more criminals right behind him. Ready to attack these three for what they had done to his establishment.
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Post by Casca on Jun 11, 2019 23:58:40 GMT -6
Trace Outlaws "Clobberin' Time!" Placing a foot out as if to trap a rounded piece of sport’s equipment, Casca slowed the deadly weapon Steno hurled in her direction. Fuck yes, she thought, together they were stronk! The new challenger freakin’ bullrushed a guy through the same wall she was still standing at, could have chose a different wall but the Saiyan was still happy nonetheless. Deciding to avoid the carnage for a little longer, Casca circled back to the front of the bar as the Namekian decided to challenge the establishment. Her eyes crossed the path of the warrior, the Namekian known as Gita, as she made her way over the concussed bodies on the floor. Looking to prevent another Yogu situation, Casca crawled amongst some of the still standing tables as her beliefs in her own abilities diminished. These two are way more than capable of handling all this, Casca kept hammering to herself as she skedaddled from another fight, that was until a giant red boot slammed down in front of her, impeding her exit. Looking skyward, the Saiyan locked eyes with who they would later know to be the owner of this fine establishment. Or previous owner, as he barked, “ Last calls are for pus-says! Ding, ding! Round one!” Looking from his exotic leather footwear to his perfectly manicured mustache, the owner at first didn’t look like he was a boxer, but that changed as he squared up with the three remaining fighters. Drawing his large fists to the forefront, he exuded the type of discipline only taught through experience. Flexing through his well-tailored red suit jacket, the owner now looked like a boxer. Or better yet, one angry angry red bird as he squawked at his combatants to bring the pain. " Yikes," Casca said as she wondered to the Namekians' side. " Someone isn't having a good day." |
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Post by Steno on Jun 12, 2019 11:18:53 GMT -6
The way Steno acted was a sharp contrast to his usual stoic and reserved demeanor, finally getting to let loose a bit around those that weren't likely to care as much who he was or hold any expectations for him. The only issues he was having with the situation was the fact he still couldn't fully let loose without seriously hurting someone, but it didn't mean he couldn't still have a bit of fun. The look of excitement faded for a moment as he watched Gita, not sure if he was getting into the brawl a bit too much given the way he was attacking one of the aliens with a chain wrapped around his neck, making Steno worry he might actually try to kill him. His hesitation to move over and put a stop to it made him arrive over to Gita just in time for him to toss his combatant, but he wasn't worried any less given the situation. "Hey, what the hell? Are you trying to kill these guys? You realize some of these guys are no where near your power level right?"
Steno began to look around for Casca as he caught sight of her looking to try some attempt at hiding as she was crawled around, but everyone was pulled from their attentions as the bar owner looked to take matters into his own large hands. It looked like the Saiyan wasn't going to be able to avoid this one quite as easily, and it was pretty obvious he had his eyes on both Namekians so Gita and Steno weren't getting out of his sight at this point either. He couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at Casca's comment and nodded a bit. "I can't imagine why. Here the three of us were just having a quiet drink.", looking around the trashed place that didn't take long to get in such a state, and the patrons laying about that weren't doing the same outside where they were tossed. "So, who wants to go first? This doesn't really feel like a fair fight."
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Post by Gita on Jun 13, 2019 16:45:43 GMT -6
Gita gave Steno a look which represented more or less of a man being on a mission.
"I can't sense ki so i'm not entirely sure how strong these guys are."
Gita then looked to Casca with a smirk.
"I got this little bird."
Gita fixed his eyes at the owner and blurred at incredible speeds to those that didn't match his power level. He appeared right behind the owner in mid air as he tried to side kick him in his side of the face. The attack was so easily blocked as Gita grunted at the frustration and fixed himself now in a more defensive position. The owner turned to face Gita and with a wide grin, placed his arms up like a professional boxer would.
"So you are the first to fight me? Lets dance"
The first two jabs that the man had dished out were quite fast and the first one had clipped Gita's jawline, while the second was evaded by a lean to the right. Gita made his distances known by stepping back a bit and getting into a similar boxing stance as well and began to send punches over the man's way as well. The clash between both their fist were met with a stale mate and the owner decided to play dirty and grapple on Gita's body, lifting him up and slamming him down at a table that is now destroyed and broken. Before the owner could cause a second turn of events gone wrong, Gita was quick to fire a beam straight at the owner's body, which caused him to fly in the air for a brief moment as he caught himself from causing any serious injuries by landing back on his feet.
Gita was indeed tired and rose back to his feet as the owner's band of criminals started to charge at the three of them. Gita was quick to poof up two weapons into his hands and these weapons being two javelins, hurling one of them in a straight fashion, piking up three criminals all aligned together with one throw that went through their stomachs at the same time. Meanwhile, he used the other javelin to slam it straight to the ground and using it as a leverage to jump over the crowd that were charging straight at him. Gita landing and made quick work by summoning a giant bomb in his left hand and hurling it straight at the crowd. The explosion was indeed massive and after the smoke was over, a massive amount of glue had covered their bodies and made them stuck to one another in frustration.
Gita then was able to quickly knocked them all out in quick succession with karate chops to each of their necks. He landed back to his team members as the crowds of people were in a high amount of numbers against the three of them. Gita knew he couldn't do this alone and looked to the other two and then back at the crowd. He kept idling and fighting the people that came directly at him. Knocking them to the ground, hurling them to the other end of establishments and even throwing them at one another. This was indeed a fight for their lives at this point.
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Post by Casca on Jun 13, 2019 19:44:03 GMT -6
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Speaking of birds, Casca was thankful she wasn’t one as Gita was smashed through the nearby table. Immediately making it clear this was a no-fly zone, the owner was contempt at keeping the three pinned down, waving in more zombies as he took a break to catch his breath from the brawl with the Namekian warriors. And that’s when the trace amigos found themselves swarmed in mass. So the first vagabond grabbed the front of Casca’s jacket as he tried to hold her in one place to increase the odds of his sucker-punch landing. Collapsing the man’s extended arm immediately with a perfectly placed chop to his elbow, the Saiyan grabbed the man’s wrist. “ This is going to hurt me, more than it will you. Trust me,” she said looking the man in the face. Opening his mouth to protest, Casca took advantage of his arm only bending one way, as she twisted it. Pinning his wrist to the man’s back, the Saiyan acquired a meat shield as she pushed into the crowd. Adjusting, the man took a blow to the face as Casca circled to combat the person. Facing scoundrel two, the Saiyan played which direction, as she popped in and out of cover behind her person shield, resulting in a surprisingly quick kick to her opponent’s abdomen when he guessed wrong. Angrier than before, the man eventually chose correct and swung early as the young woman made her next appearance. The strike only glazed her shoulder, the Saiyan looked disappointed, as she liked a little more than that! Thinking of what Steno said to Gita, Casca called, “ How strong are these guys, again?” Quickly forming her free hand into the shape of a gun, Casca shot at the feet of the man as he danced back to where he came, nope, as he ran to get his friends. Stealing Gita’s signature, the Saiyan karate chopped her meat shield’s neck. Catching his unconscious body, Casca heaved the heavy alien onto her shoulders. With mapped out footwork, the young woman tightly spun to provide enough momentum to send the passed out gasbag on her shoulders back to sender. “ Here ya go,” she said almost excitedly as she unloaded the unconscious man forcefully into the arms of his buddies, taking all three to the ground. As she watched the group of stumble over themselves, the Saiyan watched as the red alien from before reenter the foray. Believing him a threat, the young woman again pursued. You can take the criminal off the streets, but you can’t take the street out of the criminal, Casca thought as her fist connected with the prolonged jaw of the red alien. Slapping away his counters as the alien staggered back to firm footing, the Saiyan continuously moved forward as they duked it out. She parried a punch to her face by moving it slightly out of her orbit, again with a small jab to his elbow. She ducked a horizontal kick. Red tried it again. She ducked again. Superheating her hand, Casca reached through to the heart of the man’s dignity as she preached, “ You tell people, the bar’s closed due to new management,” as she held the hot hand to the man’s lips to prevent him from speaking, a funny moment she would soon regret as he bit one of her fingers. Shoving the man to the side to release his grip, the Saiyan surveyed the scene. Gita maneuvered around his opponents as if he was born for this. Steno, it was obvious he was holding back. But why? “ Who are you, by the way,” Casca called across the mayhem to the four-armed Namekian as she sidestepped her next opponent’s easily telegraphed throw. Without taking her eyes off of Steno, the Saiyan pulled her opponent’s hand down and behind her, kicking the man’s butt as joined the growing pile. “ Is that battle armor? Are you part of Namek’s defense,” she questioned the giant green man as they combated whoever needed to be taught how to behave in the meantime. |
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Post by Steno on Jun 13, 2019 21:23:24 GMT -6
"Going well so far", Steno quipped as Gita's first attempted attack didn't seem to do much but get the owner in more of a mood to fight for better or worse. The fight turned into a punching match as the two traded blows with Casca and Steno sitting back as a makeshift crowd. The boxing match didn't last long as Gita was unceremoniously lifted and put through a nearby table, causing Steno to wince a bit and nod impressed at the owner and his fighting style. After Gita had retaliated with an energy blast to knock him away, Steno cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a loud, "Booooo!", as the fight had quickly went from a brawl to a more escalated fight in a hurry. Things however escalated quickly as a few of the weaker stragglers decided it was a good time to get involved and Gita thought it was a good idea to flat out murder them with some sort of makeshift weapons he conjured, causing Steno to drop his arms and stare surprised. As Gita landed back near the two, he just stared at him with wide eyes and all four arms out to his side in disbelief. "Okay what the hell?! Did you forget me telling you not two minutes ago that these guys are far weaker than you? You just killed three people you idiot!"
A few of the men that ran at him were of no consequence, even taking a punch to the jaw that didn't as much as pull his attention towards his attack as he kept glaring towards Gita. Finally tired of the few failed attempts at attacks, he sighed and grabbed the three nearest failed attackers with three separate arms and spun them around, tossing them right through the open holes created earlier by different attacks. "Seriously though, did you really need to spear them? What is wrong with you?", grabbing the nearest attacker near him by the face with his entire hand and with a single motion slammed his head into the ground to knock him unconscious. His attention was pulled away as Casca seemed to call out directly back towards them, looking over and yelling out. "Not very. The boss is not a push over but most of the guys combined aren't as strong as Gita here. " Pointing over to Casca in the middle of grabbing one of the men heading for Gita and tossing him out the open hole to land on one of the men who had managed to get back to his feet, sent flying right back out. "See how she knocked people out? Tossed them around. Didn't KILL them?" Deciding to join in on the example from the other two, looking right at Gita when doing so, he slid to the nearest of the aliens and chopped him in the back of the neck sending him limp to the floor before looking over to Casca. "Name's Steno. It's more ceremonial armor. And no I'm not exactly part of Namek's defense.", fairly easily moving out of the way of punches as he walked towards her as if the fight wasn't going on at all almost, leaning in to speak quietly as he reached her. "I'm Guru's Guardian.", giving her a knowing nod as he leaned up and stepped back a bit.
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Post by Gita on Jun 18, 2019 5:21:29 GMT -6
The fights had continued to the point where the owner's men started to dwindle down to the point where more than half of them started to scatter from the three of them. The owner's physical strength started to also go down as his men started to leave. Just when the owner had his eyes fixed on the three of them, Gita had up and vanished for a brief moment. Coming from the shadows and literally behind the man in a blur, he put everything he had into a strong right hook to the owner's face. The punch was more than enough to knock him to the ground and the injury was more than enough for him to up and surrender at this point. Gita at looked at Steno and after he had said what he needed to say to him, he looked back at the owner with his head shaking in disbelief.
"Leave now and never return to this planet ever again."
The owner did just that and left. Gita then focused his attention back at Steno and folded his arms across his chest in frustration.
"You know as well as I do that people from all around the galaxy and come here and try to bully us down. I didn't mean to kill those men but we are fighting with criminals who wouldn't even hesitate to kill us if our backs were turned. I understand that you are the guardian for our Guru. but when that time comes. We need to protect not only this planet but Guru himself. He can truly change the world and I believe in that..."
The truth was, he didn't believe in that. The last guru had died because of violence, who knows what will happen to their current Guru. He sighed in disbelief and then looked at Steno's with a stern look.
"If its alright with you. I would like to redesign this whole town and make it a place where namekians can live in these lands. If we do so, we can establish dominates in these crime areas where no outlaws can do harm to us or other travelers roaming by."
He awaited his answer and then looked at Casca with a smile.
"You are very strong miss. My name is Gita and I am a namekian warrior. I have no titles to my name but I will one day try to make it that I have a title that means something to someone or everybody..."
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Post by Casca on Jun 18, 2019 7:08:39 GMT -6
"The Outlaws" Save the Date
Taking a knee, reaching between her opponent’s legs, cradling his head in her armpit, Casca suplexed the sucker into the stage floor. With no cushion to relax their fall, the Saiyan cratered her opponent into the floor. The drop was no more than a foot or two but still the little woman and company disappeared from sight. The Guru’s Guardian, Casca thought to herself as she lumbered to her feet. “ You said your name’s Steno? Mine’s Casca,” the Saiyan shouted to back to the Namekian. The young woman’s head surfaced first, as she took a moment to survey her next target. “ Not so fast,” she shouted to surprise to an opponent that stepped to close. Swiping left, Casca caught the passerby’s foot, tripping him into the hole she recently made. Trading places, the Saiyan removed the debris from her hair as she returned to the battlefield or what was left of it. Joining Gita and Steno as they barked insults at the owner, Casca didn’t see any harm in adding some threats of her own. “ Fly home and tell your mommy,” she said as she folded her arm’s to resemble wings, dancing around the fallen tyrant. “ Tell her and all her friends, Namek ain’t to be messed with, ya’ hear,” ending with a cloud of dust air bound by one of Casca’s kicks of intimidation in his direction. Once again, the simplest of thoughts brought a smile to the Saiyan’s face as she watched the hole-in-the-wall bar owner took heed of their advice and left town. Letting the boys, talk it out; the young woman stalked what was left behind. With the gentlest of grasps, Casca took a stranglehold to the bar’s fridge, ready to bath in its majestic inner light. “ Free drinks, anyone,” the Saiyan announced she was helping herself to the spoils of war. Downing the first of what would be many, the young woman overheard the Namekians arguing. She could see their points. The little amount of time she has spent here has been something else, she wasn’t about to give that up. Agreeing with everything Gita was saying, Casca chose to insert herself into the conversation, “ Count me in.” Throwing a refreshment at both Gita and Steno, she motioned to the Namekian’s to follow suit as she tapped the table with her unopened can. “ When Namek come’s a knocking, she’s got us to do the rocking.” Finished with her straight to the point toast, the Saiyan held the can horizontally and pierced the end opposite of the tab. Popped open and shotgunned in the matter of a few seconds, the deed was done, those were the rules. Tossing what remained of the can at an unconscious drone, Casca accepted the compliment from Gita. “ It’s a center of gravity thing,” she paused to hold her handout to shake the Namekian’s if he wanted. “ Got a feeling I’m going to be seeing a lot of you guys, I’m Casca,” she said cheerfully as the three staked their claim. “ And titles are over rated. Take the Fleet for example. Who the hell wants to be Senior Executive of Laundry or Operating Officer of Cleanliness? Here,” she poked fun at the bar no longer having an owner, “ who’s to say you aren’t the boss. Sounds like you and Steno will eventually see eye to eye on things. Why not start here?” Shoving a rag into the Namekian’s hands, Casca helped herself to another beverage. “ What’ll it be boss,” she asked with a grin as she now stood behind the bar.
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Post by Steno on Jun 18, 2019 15:31:45 GMT -6
By this point Steno was less interested in the fight happening around him and more confused by what he had witnessed. He couldn't help but blame himself to a degree for joining in on the brawl, but it felt as if it went a few steps past too far and instead of letting off steam he was more tense than when he walked in. Giving a bit of a sigh, he waved to Casca as she introduced herself by name. "Nice to meet you.", not responding nearly as loudly as he kept looking around at the mess that was left, the unconscious or worse bodies, and the ones that seemed to be making their escape understandably. His attention was brought back to Gita, walking back over half-expecting to be ignored, but finding a strange explanation that far too many seemed to share as of late.
"I find it hard to believe that creating a weapon and tossing it hard enough to impale someone triple their power wasn't meant to kill them. You having the strength you do and being as reckless as you are with it is starting to make me really nervous. Criminals or not, it's not your place to just murder them. The entire group of them could have brought it another three groups and they wouldn't have equaled half of my power, so reacting the way you did was far past overkill." His face contorted a bit as he looked around again, shaking his head some. "None of these people were any threat to any of us, let alone Guru, or Namek. No one else is even out here but them, which is why they were here. Smacking them around I understand, but killing them is simply pointless regardless how you try to justify it. Doing stuff like this and showing the temper you have has only put you on my radar as someone to keep an eye on, and in these current times that's not a terribly good idea." He looked over at Casca looking rather Saiyan, basking in her victory and waving her off for a drink with a bit of a smirk.
Steno simply gave a shrug in response to Gita's first comment at first, looking between Casca's responses and back to Gita, finding himself in the minority here. "You can do as you please here as long as you aren't killing anyone else as far as I'm concerned. I can't speak for anyone else, so do with that what you will. I'm the guardian of Guru but I hold absolutely no authority. If you do it you do it, but I have no say in allowing you to do anything." His demeanor changed rather quickly as Casca spoke, mocking the World Trade Fleet titles, actually giving a boisterous laugh. "The titles do get a bit ridiculous, even my own to be honest. I take my position very seriously because of the person I'm protecting, but I'm nothing more than a bodyguard in title even if I do so much more than that.", glancing over at Gita as she spoke about them seeing eye to eye. "I'm not so sure about that, but that doesn't mean we won't ever end up on the same side of a fight regardless. I have respect for him having his own beliefs even if I don't agree with all of them. Just as I have respect to an extent towards some of the members of the World Trade Fleet and their own ideals, even if I hate them for what they do and what they've done. It's why I don't share the same frustration as some towards your Saiyan race and the Saiyan Kingdom because I harbor angers to a degree but I respect the Saiyans as a race as I can appreciate your warrior spirits.", snickering a bit and tossing the rag over his shoulder onto the floor. "I'm good."
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