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Post by lordpiccolo on Apr 13, 2013 23:08:56 GMT -6
(Open to All!!!)
West City was busy as always. People walked in large crowds as they went about their schedules and lives. The various residents that lived there were natives of the metropolis, having lived there most of their lives. West City was spread on a huge lot boasting thousands of miles of structure. Buildings were tall, and had unusually modified architectural design appearing almost organic in nature. Some of the buildings even had a subtle "twist' to their basic structure. Domes were also visible, coating the technological terrain on very precise locations.
It was a mid afternoon, one September day. The time was roughly 3:30 PM, and the city was bustling as always. The noise level was a constant factor of city life, and that Tuesday was no different. A Tuesday like any other. What should have been a normal day for the plebeians.
But war.
War never changed.
Amongst them, standing on a rooftop was a man that was not an earthling. He was not part of the crowd, part of the hustle and bustle of city life. In fact, quite the opposite, he was observing what he felt in his gut would go down at any time. His heart was restless, and he was impatient, for he was a Namekian. As an Overlord, his Father had ruled The Namekian Empire long ago. But now, his people were without a leader, and Prince Piccolo was stuck in a back water planet on a mission. He had to find the damned monkey, to save the world. Piccolo was a man seeking redemption for his past sins. His Father had trained him to be a conquering warrior, but that soon changed when he arrived on Earth.
The plebeians he'd encountered were a lovable race, and he soon fell for them. Piccolo stood alone on that rooftop, impatiently waiting for the event he knew would occur.
War.
War never changed.
Suddenly, a sound caught the attention of The Namekian warrior, an explosion. It was off to his east, but still located within West City's proximity. Piccolo narrowed his eyes and focused. Carefully did he observe the explosion and the resulting panic level of the people around him. Screams of agony filled the air, touching the wind and Piccolo embraced it. Piccolo was a warrior. He was amongst the strongest of his people and destined to take over as the heir to The Overlord's throne. Piccolo cracked his knuckles momentarily and looked in the general direction of the explosion.
Alone at that point, Piccolo prepared himself for what he did best. The fighting. He hovered off of the ground, and flew towards the explosion whilst the people around him panicked. There was noise, oh there was noise. And there was suffering. As Piccolo flew towards the site of the chaos, he smiled ever so subtly. Landing a few yards away from the inferno, a dome had exploded, the smell of fresh death touched his nostrils. Piccolo carefully observed the people as they ran away from the scene at hand. Then, he saw it.
A small group of raiders, were carrying advanced equipment and firing upon the people attempting to flee. There was a foul smell in the air, one that made even Piccolo feel it in his stomach ever so slightly. As he observed through the haze, his sharp mind assessed the damage and the situation at hand. They all wear the same uniform and carry the same gear, markings on their uniform. They are not Planetary Trade Organization. They are earth bound terrorists... PIccolo sighed. And moved towards the center most point of the action, the eye of the storm...
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Post by badboybrolli on Apr 15, 2013 5:26:57 GMT -6
BROLLIs eyes opened as the rattling of his primitive space craft began to increase as he broke into Earths atmosphere. Violent shaking now. His eyes fully open and he began to clinch his arm rest "soon....". A large explosion errupts in the middle of the Forest to the south.
Brolli stepped out of his now destroyed ship, clothes slightly torn, with one thing on his mind find the one who has been haunting his dreams. A large energy spike to the north quickly catches his attention. Could it be? Is he really here? Gathering his energy Brolli blast off laughing madly and streaking north " Haa... Haa... if he is here I will find and crush him!"..
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Post by lordpiccolo on Apr 16, 2013 15:38:49 GMT -6
Oblivious to any further danger, Piccolo studied the scene of chaos. His eyes were narrowed as he observed, taking in the scents of war. His fists were tight a he felt his anger building up. He suddenly moved towards the nearest group of the attackers. They were blasting freely towards a group of civilians. Piccolo was not necessarily a heroic person, but he was careful. He enjoyed fighting immensely. Planning tactically as he arrived towards the closest of the attackers, they stood on rooftops of a nearby building firing weapons upon people. People who could not defend themselves. People who were "innocent." In truth, Piccolo did not care about the civilians, but he did care about the attackers.
Flying at best speed, Piccolo flipped in mid air towards the nearest of the warriors. Then, when he was behind the guy, he rushed forward with a double-pronged strike. His fists were both propelled towards the lower back region of the attacker. They connected. The gun he was holding fired off another volley of blasts, before it was released all together, and launched off the building. Piccolo pushed forward with his massive weight, and knocked the warrior off the building, to follow his gun. They were about four stories off of the ground.
The warrior's neck broke when he landed head first on the ground.
"This won't get you anywhere." Piccolo said to the nearest attackers. Two more immediately surrounded him, aiming their weapons at him. "Is there anyway I can convince you to lay down your weapons and join my army instead?" As royalty, Piccolo had some authority to say such things. He only partially expected a response. The warriors wore fancy helmets that fully covered their heads, and some sort of advanced armor he had never see on Earth before. Piccolo wanted to salvage the weaponry and armor for his own purposes.
"Not happening." The nearest of the two warriors said. "Our orders are to lay waste to West City." The warrior said. "We are not to bring back any prisoners."
"You after something?" Piccolo asked.
"I am afraid that is not your concern." The warrior said and fired.
Gracefully, Piccolo flew over the streaming green blast and angled his body so that he appeared behind the warrior. "I really wish you would reconsider and lay down your weapons." Piccolo was already attacking. He grabbed the head of the warrior, and wrapped his limbs around him. Then, he forcibly turned when he heard the curse of his other opponent. The other warrior fired off several bursts of energy, but Piccolo held the first as a shield. There was a muffled shout when the blasts connected with the makeshift prisoner.
Piccolo, then moved at best speed towards the remaining attacker, but moving at a complex angle. He jumped the rest of the way and soon disarmed the warrior, taking his blaster rifle away and knocking the man out. Probably should just kill these guys. But they are trained, they could be useful to me if I could convince them to join my regime. Piccolo decided he needed to find the leader of that outfit and negotiate.
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Post by badboybrolli on Apr 17, 2013 21:56:39 GMT -6
Brollis eye flinched as he felt the exerted energy in the direction he was heading but this energy was different it wasn't the one in his dreams but a worthy adversary possibly. Curiosities always got the best of Brolli and this was no different of a situation. A few miles now.. The gap was closing and the unknown would be revealed to him and the thought of this Brolli relished for he was mad he was crazy, perfect in his imperfection he was Legendary and his target would no doubt be just another chapter in his saga. Brolli comes..
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Post by lordpiccolo on Apr 19, 2013 22:48:53 GMT -6
Piccolo was checking on the equipment that the strange raiders were using. He was knelt down inspecting, the gear as it was on the ground. Two of the fallen warriors were laying dead at his side. He was on the rooftop of a building, as he inspected the weapons that the enemy used. They were of a technologically advanced nature, unlike anything used on Earth. Piccolo was attempting to learn how to operate the gear himself, so he could steal the weapons. His mind, sharp and clever, had already analyzed the way that the dead warriors used their weaponry in the first place.
"It seems so advanced, yet, it's actually quite simple." Piccolo said as he admired the ingenuity of the strangers. The weapons were sleek in design, almost organic in nature. They glowed with their own stationary aura, and that was what fascinated Piccolo the most. The glow of the power sources. Piccolo decided that he would take the equipment for himself.
He stood up, and removed the armor off of the two bodies, a gruesome task. As he removed the armor, he was surprised to discover Xeno corpses contained within the armor. They were bipedal organisms, and had vast intelligence. Their spinal columns were upright, and they seemed to have general humanoid physique. Piccolo knew where he could take the bodies for them to be studied. If they are declaring war on Humans, we must be prepared. I shall--what the hell is that?! Piccolo suddenly sensed a potent power signature coming, in his general direction. Turning his head, he narrowed his eyes but couldn't yet see Brolli's form arriving. Piccolo adjusted his cloak and sighed. Is the new interloper friend or foe? He looked down towards the body. Damn I can't let anybody try to take my prize. I was the first one on the scene here... Piccolo started to form a plan in case the newcomer was hostile.
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Post by badboybrolli on Apr 20, 2013 10:19:42 GMT -6
Very close now... The city came into view and THAT energy he sensed was very close as if stalking him. Brolli didnt like not having the underhand. Landing on a vacant building that sat on the edge of town he looked across the way -- then he noticed something. There was smoke leading off a building to his right. The shadow of a man and what he couldn't make out what was next to him, was it gold? Was it some valued item? None of this mattered to Brolli as he lifted both arms aiming at the stranger "Ha Ha Ha DIIIIIEEEE weakling" his madness got the best of him. Suddenly, two bright green balls of energy are fired each one acting erratic on their journey to the building. Brolli crosses his arms waiting for impact. "let the games begin"
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Post by lordpiccolo on Apr 20, 2013 14:44:34 GMT -6
Suddenly, there was an explosion against the sturdy building. It wasn't enough to level the building, but it was enough to get Piccolo's attention. Is it the raiders? Was Piccolo's main concern. They were in the midst of a war, and Piccolo had not forgotten that there were still many enemies about. The war would continue with or without participants in the grand scheme of things. Piccolo turned his attention to a nearby position where the sudden attack came from. A freaking monkey?!
Piccolo was familiar with The Saiyan race. They were a group of savage warriors, and they were capable of destroying worlds. Piccolo detected a decent power level from the interloper. He looked at the warrior. "Tch." Piccolo said. "Damned Saiyans. You should all be destroyed." Piccolo figured a battle would ensue. He made a quick call to one of his contacts in Capsule. Then, he secured the gear and bodies he had acquired. Capsule would need both in order to fight the raiders.
After he had identified the Saiyan, Piccolo flew towards him. He took a look towards his left where the Capsule people were showing up on the exact coordinates he had mentioned. Capsule agents secured the equipment that Piccolo had spared. The main thing he had kept for himself was one of the alien blasters. He would take his time to learn it's function.
In the meantime, he wanted to try to reason with the Saiyan. Reach him if he could.
"Hey, kid." Piccolo called out to the warrior. "You came to West City at precisely the wrong time." He explained. "There's a bunch of raiders attacking, you really won't get attention if that's what you're after. I offer a proposal." Piccolo floated in front of Brolli and narrowed his eyes. "There's plenty of work around and a chance to make money if you are willing to calm down and listen to reason. The raiders attacking West City are killing anybody they come across. But I have been able to kill three so far. They are too much for the locals to handle." Piccolo said. "If you wish it, we can work together to take the raiders down. I offer a truce. If you want a fight, I am willing to battle you under safer circumstances. But right now, there are people who could use our help. I implore you Saiyan, come with me." Piccolo was being serious. He wanted the Saiyan on his side. He didn't want to have to kill the damned monkey too.
He extended a hand towards Brolli. "What do you say? Are you on the side of reason?" Piccolo really didn't want to have to fight the kid, he would rather use the Saiyan warrior to his advantage and beat a powerful enemy that was even at that moment claiming lives.
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Post by badboybrolli on May 27, 2013 12:55:43 GMT -6
Calmly he listened to the green mans offers and weighed out his options. On one hand he could challenge this stranger and waste his energy or he could join him, if only briefly, wipe out the raiders get the loot and dispatch this namek slime I front of him. Crossing his arms he spoke " green man it is not wise for frog to challenge a lion but your offer rings true and I will join you." Landing on a nearby rooftop the breeze was refreshing and being a e man of few words in a rare moment he spoke again. "After I show you how to exterminate vermin I am in search of someone who has caused me much torment" he is here and I WILL find him"..
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Post by badboybrolli on May 27, 2013 13:01:30 GMT -6
Turning to square up to the stranger their eyes locked and a wicked grin spread across his face as he lifts his right arm into the sky forming a small energy ball. Suddenly the ki shot off spinning wildly as it crashed into.a bride in the distance causing it to collapse. "Haa Haa try and keep up grasshopper" then an aura errupts around him as he blast off crashing into a small commercial building causing it to collapse on him.
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