Fend
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Post by Fend on Aug 18, 2020 12:29:43 GMT -6
GODS FORBIDFEND's PL: 16,000
Fend bolted through the Earth's dense woodlands like an athletic champion at the start gun, blade clutched tightly in her sweaty hand. She could never stay in one place for long, and it was becoming more frustrating than frightening now. The otherworldly runaway narrowly weaved around a beam of ki from one of her Ogre pursuers. Usually they were content to chase lost souls, but a criminal Shinjin seemed to suffice too. She didn't care to listen to their demanding shouts to stop and turn herself in. The young deity growled beneath her mask in annoyance. Maybe if she could just get a few weeks to herself, she'd be able to properly train to dispatch annoyances like these, but for now her only option was to turn tail.
Another blast of energy rushed past Fend, this time burning against her side as her footing fumbled. She hissed in pain, feeling her legs start to waver as the sounds of the Afterlife's law enforcement approached. She closed her eyes, quickly gathering up what little ki she knew how to use, and vanished into thin air right before another blast struck her body.
On the other side of the galaxy, a spark of holy white light pierced the smog of the Destron Crags. Green grass and blue skies turned to red dust and dark, purple clouds in the blink of an eye for Fend. She skidded across the dead wasteland beneath her, collapsing to one knee with a ragged breath. She removed her hand from her side, palm stained with royal purple blood. "Damn it..." She cursed to herself, managing to push herself back onto her feet and pry her fingers away from the torn burn on her side, exposing some of her pale yellow skin- she'd had worse, she could manage, Fend told herself. Planet Vegeta was the first place to come to mind in her dire use of her Kai-Kai. She'd been meaning to head there to further investigate Namek's destroyers, with the newfound lead of the Saiyan Queen's galactic message weeks prior...
...Though last time she checked, the planet wasn't exactly known for its thick, toxic fog. She could hardly see in front of her. Fend was thankful for her mask filtering the air- she surely didn't want to be breathing any of this in. Though as she regained her footing, the masked Shinjin would get the chance to take a closer look around. The towering husks of what used to be a city thousands of years ago surrounded her, the spires of rotting skyscrapers fading into the smog above. She'd intended to teleport to an isolated location to avoid detection on the planet, but this was far from what she expected to be the sight that first welcomed her.
But as she stabilized her footing, the Shinjin would soon find that the dead ruins weren't as empty as they seemed...
[UT1] Masquerade is in use to alter / suppress the "holy" feeling in Fend's ki.
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Post by Duran on Aug 18, 2020 13:26:22 GMT -6
From outside the rupture, Duran was looking in, eyes met with the thick smog of purple. Without hesitation, he leapt downward straight into the abyss, ramming his feet into the loose dirt to control his descend.
He skidded to a full stop as he reached the bottom of the infamous Destron Crags. Even after two thousand years, the toxic radiation had never left the air, and created a thick fog unlike anything within the Tuffle Ruins. Long ago, this place was one of the Tuffle's final lines of defense. As a desperate last resort, the Executive General of Plant ordered the early detonation of prototype Destron Bombs.
The results were horrific, forever scarring the wasteland as they vaporized Saiyan and Tuffle soldiers alike. These noxious Crags were a dark testament to the Tuffle's technological might. A somber and desolate place where next to no soul dared venture.
Duran however, felt drawn to the Crags as he laid eyes upon them, still on a mission to salvage as much Tuffle technology as he possibly could. The highly volatile Destron Gas within this area surely warded off any nosey Saiyan Soldier from looking. Being immune to the radiation had it's benefits. He could freely and safely search here, without needing to fear any sudden intrusions.
And thus he went to work, Scouter Eye scanning the area as it filtered out the extreme amounts of Destron from it's analytics. Slowly, he began to walk deeper into the crag, hugging the ridge as he did so. His sights lingered on the earthen walls of the Destron Crags, scanners searching deeply into the soil for anything usable...
When suddenly, a loud warning rang in Duran's ear.
[POWER LEVEL: 16,000]
Duran immediately jumped to face the abrupt Ki signature, the barrel of his gunblade instinctively aimed straight at them.
''What the hell!?'' He shouted, only able to see a vague silhouette in the distance, clouded in Destron smog. ''Who's there!? Show yourself!'' Duran demanded, the high-pitched, threatening whizz of gathering Ki filling the air.
In the brief silence that met him however, Duran focused his sights further on the sudden intruder. That figure hardly looked Saiyan, much less their clothing. They also seemed to momentarily struggle getting back to their feet- were they injured?
Duran lightly lowered his guard, perplexed. How had he not noticed them sooner? Why hadn't his Scouter picked up their Ki? This was strange...Yet the presumption that they weren't a Saiyan eased his mind ever so slightly. He was practically certain of it; no Saiyan would be insane enough to set foot within the Crags. Even they weren't dumb enough to do something so suicidal.
''You're no Saiyan.'' Duran stated clearly as he fully lowered his weaponized arm, the building Ki within retracting into his body. ''How did you get here? My scanners would've certainly picked up your energy.'' The Cyborg cautiously began to approach the smaller figure to get an even better look. Heavy, armored footsteps echoed out into the ruins.
When he got close enough, Duran's full figure emerged from the thick fog, towering over her, a skeptical look in his eye.
''Unless you somehow teleported.'' He remarked in a cynical, dry tone.
Duran's PL: 50,600 (Fused)
Items: Destron Machine, Scouter, Minions+Shell
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Fend
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Post by Fend on Aug 21, 2020 15:05:25 GMT -6
FEND's PL: 16,000
Fend jerked upright, her hand rushing to grip the hilt of the sheathed rapier at her waist. The cloaked Shinjin whipped around, yellow eyes narrowed in a mixture of caution and strain at the figure behind her in anticipation. She quietly cursed her own luck- what were the chances of warping herself right out of one close call and into another? Fend stood her ground as both she and the other person were briefly locked in a silent staredown.
Thankfully, after a few moments, the figure in the smog seemed to relent. Fend breathed a hushed sigh of relief, returning the hand that gripped her sword back to the burn on her side. From the dark Destron fumes the man approached- an imposing cyborg with a robotic arm that seemed to be some amalgam of a blade and a cannon. Fend's eyes remained cautiously narrowed beneath her mask. "Thank you, I couldn't tell." The Shinjin sarcastically quipped with a dry tone in regards to Duran's comment about her species. She pried her bloodied hand from her side again. Last time she checked, Saiyans didn't have yellow skin or purple blood.
In regards to the man's questioning about her sudden appearance, Fend remained silent for a few moments, as if weighing her options. "That's because I did," She exhaled with a shrug, deciding on a truthful answer to her sudden appearance. "It isn't easy to be precise when my destination was on the other side of the galaxy, though." She spoke casually despite the strangeness of her claim, commenting on the feat of galactic teleportation no different from how humans on Earth would discuss the weather. That and the pressure she was under while being pursued made it hard to focus, but that wasn't important to mention.
"...Or at least, if I've made it to the right planet, that is..." Fend spoke with a grumble at the realization that it was possible she completely offshot Planet Vegeta. This place certainly didn't look like it at a glance, and it was impossible to see anything beyond the fog. "This is Planet Vegeta, right?" If she'd somehow managed to strand herself on some backwater planet where everything was inhospitable as this...
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Post by Duran on Aug 22, 2020 6:57:41 GMT -6
Duran huffed out a quick breath at her sarcasm, just barely able to restrain himself from commenting on it. Seeing as he was already in a questionable mood, the last thing he needed right now was some smarmy stranger showing up out of nowhere. Thankfully they didn't seem like the worst folk that could've appeared, yet Duran remained cautious. For all he knew, the Saiyans resorted to sending otherwordly spies into the Tuffle Ruins to scout them out, likely following the disappearance of various Soldiers.
However, this stranger's confusion seemed to be genuine. The Cyborg chose to ignore the specifics about her teleportation for now, simply chalking it up to some weird ability or device he wasn't going to fully comprehend anyway. It didn't matter anymore to him. Duran needed to know her intentions, and why she even decided to come to this forsaken place.
''Correct. This is Vegeta, although I feel the need to mention that you chose the worst possible place to appear on...'' Duran spoke in a low, ominous tone as he gestured all around him. The noxious fog that cloaked the streets and skies, the shattered towers and buildings that slowly crept into the rising Destron fog...
''You've surely noticed by now.'' Duran looked back to his cloaked guest, and gestured toward his own mask.. ''Keep that mask on, the air here is extremely dangerous.''
Duran turned to face the rocky slope leading up into the streets of the Tuffle Ruins, and gestured for the masked stranger to follow. ''Stay around in this fissure too long and the radiation will take effect.'' He explained casually, as he slowly began to ascend up the slope. Her confusion regarding the Ruins surely piqued Duran's interest. Surely the Tuffle extinction was common knowledge at this point? Unless the Saiyans had hidden the truth from the outside world...
''The Saiyans weren't the first to inhabit this planet.'' Duran mentioned as he continued to ascend. ''Before them, these Ruins belonged to a great civilation. The original inhabitants of this Planet: The Tuffles.''
His robotic hand gripped a jagged rock that stuck out of incline, and pulled himself up. He gazed over his shoulder, and continued. ''Everything you see here is the aftermath of the Saiyan's need for conquest and destruction.''
Finally, Duran had reached the surface. He stood to his full height at the edge of the Destron Crags, looking out onto the destroyed, desolate Ruins.
A sickening purple hue coloured the streets in a toxic light. The streets were broken, with surrounding homes and buildings shattered, leaking Destron fumes into the air. All the way out in the horizon, all that could be seen was a bleak mix of grays and purples, of concrete and rusted steel. One could only imagine the horrors that took place here.
But Duran? He had seen the horrors, and stared out onto his past with a jaded, bleak expression.
''Welcome to my home.'' He announced venomously, the bitterness seeping from his words.
The Cyborg remained silent for a moment as he took in the agonizing view, before turning to the stranger. ''What about you? What brought you here?'' Duran asked, a somber mix of curiosity and suspicion.
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