Post by Courge on Jul 17, 2020 2:43:20 GMT -6
| A GLANCE INTO THE PAST | (though a recent one)
Courge's PL: TBD
A simple question, which was replied to with a frown. He had enough fun by beating his men up. If he wasn't going to speak, he rathered end it quickly. There were more important matters he needed to deal with, like... training, or eating, or... recruiting people to his crew. He couldn't waste it here, playing hero to save a town supposedly filled with corpses. "That's my answer," He said, thrusting his fist into the man's face to knock him out. Now that... that was done and dealt with, he moved back over to where he last left his cloak at and put it on once more. He didn't need any more people figuring out who he was, though it was inevitable he would need to take it off. He was glad it didn't have to be in front of a multitude of people, or people that would live another day to speak about him.
Courge's PL: TBD
"C-COWARD!" The voice of the alien echoed within his mind. He furrowed his brows, thinking over the occurence. Was he really a coward for leaving the individual to his luck? He was doing was he needed to, to survive. He didn't have the resources to care about anyone but himself, and it hadn't been in so long since he ever thought of someone besides himself... Until now.
His eyes shut closed. The scene manifested within his mind, showing him the images of the alien, blue in color, small in size, with no particular characteristics. Like anyone else in town, he was a simpleton, who wore basic clothes that helped him avoid unwanted attention. Though, they didn't save him from himself, or the gang that was after him. His flashback showed him how he skillfully took the person's wallet, right from his counter... before he left his room to check what was going on, noticing him.
A group of five thugs entered the man's house, after. The building lacked a door, like many others' in town. One could simply enter and do as they pleased inside the others' houses, whether it was taking their supplies or hanging out. Most did the first. Who needed to hang out when they could just take everything that belonged to someone and improve their quality of life? That was how he thought, up until he left the house, with the wallet, leaving the alien individual to deal with his own problems... when he could've potentially saved them.
"If I think I could've done something, I should've done it then. There's no point in thinking about it now." He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. While he didn't want to admit it, he felt curious on what could've happened to the alien, though he didn't intend on returning on what could be those thugs coming after him. Suddenly, he stretched his arms back, before rolling his shoulders, and then performing all-around movements to heat his body up. "No matter that, I need to figure out just how strong I am. Figuring out my current limits will help me out greatly."
His body was in a good shape, considering he constantly trained in the outskirts of the town, within a cave, to maintain his power and become even stronger. If he wanted to find companions to leave the planet, Bappa, then he was going to need to be as strong as possible. Having a false sense of protection as his crew members would increase their chances of joining him, after all.
***
He lowered to the ground and placed his hands on it, while springing his legs back and standing on his tippy-toes. Suddenly, he flexed his elbows and decreased even further, and closer to the ground, maintaining his head above it and his body in a straight form. Immediately after, he pushed off the ground with effort and returned to his initial stance. Visibly, it didn't require much energy from him, but even from that first instance, his arms already felt strained.
"No good... I need to keep getting stronger. If not-" He said, before being interrupted by a loud explosion in the distance. He picked himself up to his feet, and frowned. "That came from the town..." That right there was trouble. A pitch-black flame lit around his form, before he rose above the ground and bursted off into the direction of the explosion. From the air, he watched the scene in awe and guilt. The entirety of the town was engulfed in flames. The faint scent of blood was picked up by his nose. "Raiders..." He said, knowing the likeliest ones to be held accountable for the occurence.
He was no hero, but he wasn't going to let his resource-suppliers and possible crew members to lose everything they owned. Then again, if they did, then they wouldn't have any reason to deny his offer, thus increasing the chances of them joining him in his quest. He shook his head, dismissing his thoughts. There wasn't any time for that, as the same, five thugs from his flashback appeared right below him, alongside a dozen of more thugs. "Oi, ain't that the guy from before?" one of them asked, raising his arm to point a device at him. A blaster. He recalled hearing about them. They were machines capable of firing off weaker energy blasts, for those who weren't able to manipulate their energy towards firing an ordinary blast. "I don't know why he came back, but... He's just one more."
The dozen of thugs pointed their blasters at him, and started to fire off a multitude of blasts at him. He scratched the side of his head. "Guys, we can handle this in more civilized-" He was cut off by a single blast exploding against his form. Smoke was raised, as a result. Through channeling his energy to his feet, he moved at untraceable speeds to avoid the incoming barrage of blasts to reach the side of a building. Now, on the ground, he started thinking about the situation. What was in it for him to take them out? They were a bother, so he sure as hell wasn't going to take them into his crew, but... Maybe he could give them a use. Act like these peoples' hero to gain their respect, and use that facade to have those capable of combat or use of technology to join him.
"That might be the best way to go about-" "He's gone, boss." The same guy that cut him off and initiated fire interrupted his thoughts, and gave away false information to their leader, who would soon after introduce himself to the scene by walking up and behind his men. "Well done, my men. However, as you may know, this is just one of the first we'll assault. We're the remnants of the Empire. As such, I expect all of you to give it your best." He listened in to their conversation from the shadows, taking mental notes of the information being discussed. However, many details remained unclear.
He came out of his hiding spot and walked forth, seemingly unharmed by the single blast he was shot with. "What Empire might you be speaking of, dear?" Steady steps were taken towards the group, whose expressions were enough to inform him of their lack of knowledge in regards of the sensing technique, as well as other basic forms of energy manipulation. "I-Impossible! You should've died to all of those blasts!" He chuckled and cracked his knuckles, continuing his approach. "If you speak, I will let you all leave. Unharmed, at that. Despite what you did to this town..."
The thugs looked at one another. They were the last of their people. Dying here wouldn't do them any good, but revealing their identity and their plans was going to lead to the same conclusion, later rather than sooner. Little did they know, he was only going to use that knowledge to leave the planet! "Fire, men!" exclaimed their boss, giving his group's final answer. The dozen of thugs pointed their blasters directly at him and started shooting, in a similar fashion as before. "You guys never learn, do you..." A shake of his head ensued. This could've ended way differently, had they gave in and introduced him to this Empire, but oh did they have to seal their destiny. He tossed his cloak to a side, revealing his looks momentarely, before bursting forwards to the group. As he did, his dark aura protected him from the multitude of blasts.
Before any of them would notice, he landed in front of the thug to first commence fire, digging his fist into his stomach to knock him out cold. "N-No way-" Grasping ahold of his unconscious body, he lead it in front of him to protect him from the following barrage of blasts. "You shouldn't try to kill your own ally," he said, as he once more charged at each of them with the unconscious thug in-hand, using him as his weapon by slamming his head against the other thugs', knocking them out one by one. The boss would the last standing. He tossed the unconscious one in his grasp to the ground, and approached the man. Believe it or not, he was enjoying himself while fighting the bunch. He needed a way to test himself, but these people couldn't be considered challenges either.
"Are you going to speak?"
A simple question, which was replied to with a frown. He had enough fun by beating his men up. If he wasn't going to speak, he rathered end it quickly. There were more important matters he needed to deal with, like... training, or eating, or... recruiting people to his crew. He couldn't waste it here, playing hero to save a town supposedly filled with corpses. "That's my answer," He said, thrusting his fist into the man's face to knock him out. Now that... that was done and dealt with, he moved back over to where he last left his cloak at and put it on once more. He didn't need any more people figuring out who he was, though it was inevitable he would need to take it off. He was glad it didn't have to be in front of a multitude of people, or people that would live another day to speak about him.
