Why we do what we do(X20/Tech/Weights/Complete)
Feb 3, 2014 19:12:30 GMT -5
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Post by Conri Lane on Feb 3, 2014 19:12:30 GMT -5
After having awoken and repaired the damage that he had caused to the training room of the ship, he decided that some more training was in order. It never hurt to become stronger especially when you were heading into unknown space to meet with unknown people. It was never a wise thing to go into that type of situation unprepared and if there was anything that Conri was, it would be wise. Maybe not the smartest, but he had a fair bit of wisdom to him. Like the fact that he would not be creating another simulated opponent in case something like what happened last time could happen again. Instead he went to a reliable source for an opponent that was worthy of him and that was the AI of his ship; she would be able to create one for him. Walking up to the gravity controls, he pushed the increase up to times twenty to give him a real workout this time. He felt the familiar feeling of gravity amplifying around his body having become accustomed to it with his repeated uses of the chambers for a while already now. Stretching his limbs out, he did small little exercises to get his body used to its new found heaviness before he got into the sparring match with Marisa’s creation. He’d found that the weight tended to become a bit more each time, possibly due to the heavy weights that he trained with as well.
They seemed to add an extra bit of pressure against his body; the things had done more than their fair share of making him much stronger though so it was worth it. His power had been on a rather sharp increase recently, he hoped that he could keep this up and become a force to be reckoned with in the universe. “Alright, Marisa, give me your best shot. I want this to be a good learning experience for me,” he figured it would be best to let the A.I. decide what was the most appropriate, but he wanted the best she could bring to bear. What happened next wasn’t quite what he was expecting as when the simulator activated, it began to create an image of a large robotic enemy. At least twelve feet tall, easily towering over his own form and covered in massive armor, the strangest part about the machine was that it had red hair flowing down the back of it. Well, it was that and the fact that it seemed to have a tail that seemed to be almost reptilian in design. The most prominent part of that was that the tail had sharpened edges as well; to be used as a weapon against him. He supposed that telling Marisa to not hold back may not have been his best idea, given that it seemed he would be fighting a giant weapon.
“Did I do something to make you mad, Marisa?” he asked, just to make sure that he didn’t do something stupid. It seemed that she was angry if she was throwing something like this at him, how was he supposed to fight this kind of monstrosity? The bad part was he had no idea of its power either thanks to it being all machine based, so it could be stronger than he was even at full power and he wouldn’t even know it. “No, Conri, I just took design specifications of various projects and reworked them into a form that combined the best of them all since you told me not to hold back,” the ship’s AI explained to him, which was somewhat terrifying in its own right. She could get the schematics for other androids from the creators without detection, find the flaws in them, and then combine them to create what he was facing now. He really didn’t want to piss her off now, if she could do all that just from him asking, if she really wanted to there could be something worse the next time. For now he supposed that it was time to deal with this thing, although he did wonder what the hair was about as well. Before they could start he could feel the ship slow a bit and raised an eyebrow as to what could be causing the decrease in speed.
“Also, Conri, I will be your opponent for this training session I know you the best after all,” he heard the voice of the ship’s AI coming from the body in front of him. It seemed that his day was just going to keep getting more and more interesting; he wondered what the end of the day had in store for him. Watching the giant machine that was now the body of his ship’s AI, he knew he would have to be careful considering the android would not give a Ki signature. The fact that it looked bulky made him question the machine’s speed, but if Marisa was telling the truth, it would be fast enough to keep up. Although, something different happened this time as well; the environment around him shifted to a different one as well. Surrounding area was now a jungle instead of the inside of his ship, and the skies of the jungle opened up to let a torrential downpour fall onto his head. It was strange to Conri to feel rain falling on his head when he knew full well that he was still on his ship. This was all too surreal for him; he hadn’t realized that the simulator was capable of such things only simulating opponents for him to fight. Yet here he was in a jungle with rain falling on his head, and he was actually having a hard time seeing.
The sounds of animals around him suddenly silenced as well, which if he remembered right, was the sign that a predator was nearby. Which meant that he was about to be attacked by Marisa from a direction he couldn’t tell from due to the low visibility. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just her that he had to worry about as she had taken it upon herself to create a group of androids. While they wouldn’t be powerful, their numbers were what caused there to be a problem, as if the Half-Saiyan was careless he would get overwhelmed. As the metallic beings came rushing at him from behind the trees of the jungle, he began to focus his mind to a degree he had never done. Focusing his eyes to watch the movements as this was just the start of their battle; the issue was the lack of light to see everything around him.
As the androids rushed him with various weapons, he concentrated his mind more and stuck his hands out to his sides unleashing a blast of psychokinetic energy to push back two of the groups. The strange part was that he could have sworn that he felt something on his hands or at least that was what it seemed like to the Half-Saiyan. Conri didn’t get much time to think about it, however, as a hammer came flying down towards his head. Moving to the side he avoided the large hunk of metal and instead used the long handle to run up to the androids head and bringing his right foot up to kick the head of the machine, he used the momentum to back flip back towards the ground. The hammer free of its original owner, Conri lifted it with a single hand and motioned for the other androids to come at him. They lacked emotions, but their logic would likely be telling them that just rushing in would be a bad idea, even with the advantage of numbers. The man they were fighting was one that would defy numbers and logic, by doing things that people would likely not expect.
Spinning the hammer around in his hand, he scanned the area still not quite able to fully see his opponents except with the occasional lightning bolt. This was no good, if he wanted to be able to fight against all these enemies he was going to need to be able to know where they were at all times. While he was trying to think about this, two of the androids rushed him from behind and slammed his back into a tree with incredible force. He had dropped the hammer as a result, but that also freed his hands for something completely different as well. As red energy in the shape of characters from what seemed like a language, he could feel his life force draining away from him, but it wasn’t bad enough to slow him down just yet. The bonus was that his attacks were now much stronger than they had been moments before and the androids were going to be feeling it. Scraping his hands outward, he cut through their midsections and watched their lower halves fall to the ground, making it easier for him to move. Taking the top halves of the machines and smashing them together, he jumped into the air as high as he could go to give himself some time to think. Flexing his hands once more, he tried something by sticking them into his pocket, and then releasing a blast of psychokinetic energy towards the ground. It was then that he realized what was going on, as when the blast pushed passed the trees; he could feel the texture of the leaves and the roughness of the wood that was the bark.
A smirk formed across his lips as he realized what was happening now and started to have his mind record the feelings and the way he received them so it could make the process happen faster. Now it was time to put it to the test, generating a low power, high sensitivity psychokinetic blast, he began to emit it at a rapid interval to create something similar to radar. As he landed he could feel the difference of the metal from the trees and grass, as well as the mud that was beneath his feet. It was a strange sensation that he was able to feel all this without directly touching anything. He was also able to tell the distance between himself and the androids or at least a rough estimation for it. There was about eighteen of the androids left, which meant that Marisa had sent about four squads at him. Now it was time to take the fight to the rest of them since he could tell where they were, and to help with that, his hands were still aglow with their undeniable power.
These androids didn’t have the power to rival him alone, so the best thing to do would be to attack each one at the same time. That or create something to increase the danger zone for them to enter, there was only one thing he could think of to do that. It was time for him to create a weapon for himself and one that would truly be a part of himself, which he could use to strike fear into his enemies. Concentrating his mind as he focused on the weapon he wanted; a sword with a four foot long blade, carrying an intricately designed crescent guard, and ending in a fish-tail pommel. This sword was going to have a lot more going for it than just being made out of decent metal, this was going to have some of his Ki, Psychokinetic energy, and thanks to a bold android some of his blood was now mixed in as well. When the metal sword formed the energy thrummed powerfully from within, as if to say it had something much more powerful to reveal when the time was right. For now, it would serve its purpose as a weapon for him to reduce his enemies to scrap parts and then deal with their leader.
Spinning the sword in his hand he rushed forward and made a wide horizontal slash at the group of three androids in front of him. Two had been sliced cleanly while the third had moved out of the way in time for the sword to just narrowly miss. The third had dodged the blade, but instead, he saw the sword fly up passed him in the air and looked to see that there was a large blast heading his way now. When he tried to dodge he was stopped by a powerful arm, looking back to see Conri had outpaced his own attack to prevent the android from moving out of the way. Which left them both to take the blast, but only Conri had been powerful enough to not been blown apart by it, though he had now taken quite a bit of damage thanks to that. Still, there were a lot more androids to deal with and they were trying to pull guerilla tactics with him. The only problem was that this simulation was a wet environment and he was about to use that to his full advantage. He had expected Marisa to remember, and maybe she had, but from what he could tell these androids were not being smart enough to prevent themselves from electrocution.
Lifting his hand to the air the energy in the clouds above became more erratic as the lightning found within was soon dancing to his command. The electricity began to streak across the clouds cumulating into one spot as Conri gathered it for one major attack against the androids, thunder rumbling through the air as the lightning streak across the skies. To any that were not machine the sky would look quite terrifying as the lightning streaked across the clouds to a single point. Spreading his hand he brought it down with a sharp motion and released the lightning into several bolts that rained down on the surrounding area. With the constant raining in the simulation it had gathered a few feet of water, and when the first bolt struck the entire area lit up like a fireworks show. Electricity flowing through the water and making the jungle appear to be a city for a brief moment, as several androids were struck by the powerful strike. Just from the number of explosions he had heard, it seemed like he had gotten about half of them, which had greatly reduced the numbers a great deal. The other half had been smart enough to jump out of the water, and he took the chance to fly down and grab his sword from where it had landed.
Now that he had this sword the androids were in real trouble since he had a technique already in place for use with a sharp weapon. The blade began to glow as he released his razor edge technique and a serrated blade of energy flew through the air slicing trees and anything in its way indiscriminately. Although the technique never for the chance to connect with any of the androids as they seemed to self-destruct in midair and the form of Marisa’s body emerged from the flames to face him directly. The large feminine-looking android was actually quite a bit intimidating in terms of appearance, since it looked like a mix of machine and monster. That was if Conri could be intimidated by such a thing, he had faced off against all sorts of people to this point with different abilities and appearances. Marisa would have to do a lot better than that if she wanted to be able to shake his game, she should have known that as well. Which meant the appearance was just to distract from the things true abilities or possibly that she had a plan in mind for trying to shake him.
She summoned a blade of her own and it seemed that the real battle was about to begin against the two powerhouses that were remaining in the water soaked battlefield. Rocketing towards each other at such extreme speeds that when their swords clashed the trees and water were all pushed away from the point of impact between the blades. Even the rain had been launched back into the air with the sheer force of their collision, had any of the androids still been around they would have been shredded if they were caught within range. Unfortunately for Conri he was being put on the defensive already as not only was the sword coming at him, but the tail was trying to impale him as well. Nothing could ever be easy in his training sessions, freaking everything around him seemed to be a masochist that was trying to do the most damage. Adding to that all this extra gravity, and he was really just not in a good advantage right now, but he did at least have two trump cards to use. The one would likely just be really mean to utilize, but at this point, he had to keep it open as an option. His sword shifting between blocking, parrying, and evading both the sword and the tail, while trying to get in strikes of his own so that he could take down Marisa’s body. The extra motions were quickly sapping away his energy reserves though and there was little choice but to trigger one of his trump cards if he wanted to have a chance in this fight.
Not wasting time, he brought out his power to its fullest, his aura lighting up the area around him, no longer hindered in sight or power. He rushed forward once more, this time being able to not only parry both the sword and the tail, but easily getting in an attack of his own within the span of seconds. The ship’s AI having trouble keeping up with his speed a bit, even with the power she had programmed into the body for training purposes. Sparks flashed through the air as the blades were clashing at such high speeds that the sounds of their collisions were heard minutes behind the sparks. The area around them now untouched by even the rain as arms and wrists danced about through the air with such speed and precision that nothing could enter the perimeter without being sliced away. It wouldn’t last long though as Marisa was forced to add in extra attacks to try pushing Conri away, the first of which the massive shoulders opened to reveal two large weapons that immediately began to fire small blasts of energy at an incredibly high rate of fire. The sheer number of energy blasts being enough to push him back and break the melee range so that she could regain her composure. This also allowed Marisa to create and download an upgrade for her new body, which would allow her power to increase once more to become a challenge for the Half-Saiyan. Their battle was not finished and would not be any time soon, the AI had been instructed to push Conri to his absolute limits and he was not near them yet.
She dropped the sword in order to hold her hands out in a star pattern directed in Conri’s direction, before suddenly drawing in massive amounts of energy to her palms. This wasn’t going to be like the last attack, this one had enough power to severely hurt the Half-Saiyan if he took the attack head on. The downside to the technique was that it took a while to charge because it also drew in power from the surrounding area besides her reserves. So Marisa had to make use of her blade tail to fend off the sword strikes from her opponent, not wanting to interrupt the charging. Thanks to the upgrade in power, her tail was doing well in holding off the bladed onslaught, but even with that, constant cuts were forming into the metal appendage. She would need to be careful if she was to accomplish the mission that she was given by her captain, anything less would be an insult to him. She saw him place his hands above his head and begin to charge his own attack; however, it would not be enough to stop this attack. If there was anyone that knew all there was to know about Conri, it was the AI who spent the most time with him. It wasn’t much longer when her technique was charged up, curling the metallic fingers to control the direction the attack was launched in, and she released the powerful blast in a stream of green energy.
It was strange that Marisa was putting such an incredible amount of effort into this battle, at least to Conri, she seemed strangely motivated. Was there something that he was missing and that she just wouldn’t tell him? When the green blast of energy came soaring at him and warping the air with the intense heat around it, he knew he couldn’t get his own attack fully charged now. Throwing his hands forward he fired off his Masenko to at least cut down the power of the attack coming his way, and just as expected the attack couldn’t cancel the attack completely. The green energy washed over him blasting him with an incredible amount of energy still and burning at his skin like it was fire. Dropping to a knee smoke was now rising from his body as there were burn marks all over his body now, but he had managed to cut the power of the technique at least. He didn’t want to think about what would have happened if the thing had hit him with full force; it wouldn’t have been a pretty end to the fight.
That couldn’t be allowed to happen either, if he fell here then how would he hope to face the hazards that could possibly be awaiting them on the mission? If he was going to be the one to make sure they all got back safely, then there was no way that he could ever be so easily defeated. It was not an option and he wouldn’t allow himself to fall, even now he did not stay on the ground. Pushing up he stared into the eyes of the cold and heartless machine, in it he could hear something in the back of his mind telling him to make the emotionless machine feel fear. It was a quiet thing as if slumbering off in a corner of his mind, but it was there, waiting for the moment that it would be stirred from its sleep. A beast that knew what the true meaning of terror was and just how to instill it, and when it was freed whatever it was aimed at would not be able to regret their actions. His eyes slowly refocused as he had been zoning out from those thoughts, and suddenly realized that Marisa was charging straight at him. He tried to cross his arms to block whatever attack she had in mind, but he had apparently fallen into a trap he discovered when her arms grasped him. She rocketed them both into the atmosphere at high speeds, before unleashing a powerful point blank blast against him.
The female AI would not be letting Conri get any rest in this battle, if he really wanted to become stronger than he was at this moment, then he would have to adapt. His opponents would not allow him to rest and neither would she, not until he showed what he was really capable of, not until he stopped holding himself back. “I am disappointed, Conri. Is this what a Saiyan is like? Is this what the champion of the Galactic Tournament is like? Allowing your enemies to break into your personal space so easily?” it wasn’t something she enjoyed to do, but Marisa was aware that a taunt was one of the ways that she could get Conri angry enough to use his full power. It was just a matter of finding the right buttons to push to get him to that level of anger, which was no easy task to accomplish either. He continued to try and contain it even now, but she would find a way to break his restraints so that he could unleash his full fury. On that thought, Marisa’s shoulder pods opened and she unleashed another barrage of energy blasts against the falling Conri, inflicting even more damage upon him. His eyes closed as he plummeted towards the ground without any means to slow his descent with him being unconscious now.
Within his mind something else was going on, he was being brought back to a time that he did not want to remember. A night that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life, and one that fueled his desire to bring those that were responsible to justice. Although, his justice for them was different than what he did for others, it was a more primal justice that would leave them unable to regret their actions in this life. It was the night when he lost everything that was important to him, and once more became a drifter through life, trying to recover from his losses that night. This was also the reason that he fought, the one that drove him forward and demanded he destroy the ones responsible, which had created the ball of rage and hate in the pit of his stomach.
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Storm clouds rolled by overhead, every once in a while shaking the very earth with their rumbling thunder. It had started earlier in the evening a slowly built up to the powerful storm that was moving through now, lightning bright enough to rival the sun’s light for a brief second breaking through the darkness every so often. It was during one of those times that the Half-Saiyan felt something touch his foot, and on instinct he jumped awake to see two small figures at the foot of his bed. A small smirk touched his lips as he knew who the figures were, “Can’t sleep you two?” Each one shook their head and he moved over as softly as he could to keep from waking Marisa, which didn’t work out too well as she woke up when the children climbed into the bed.
It didn’t take long for them to settle in again, the night seeming to pass by quietly even with the storm being so loud. Everything that was important to him was right there and he didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about at this moment. Unfortunately, this would be the last night that he would get to enjoy this moment, and it would scar him for the rest of his life. Getting up to head to the bathroom, it was in the middle of the night, and coming from the front of the house he heard a loud thumping noise. When he went to see what it was, there was a group of five people standing in his living room, none of whom he could recognize. He would have to do his best to protect his family, hopefully if these people were a threat then his fighting would wake Marisa and she could escape with Dylan and Zoey. The weird thing was that he couldn’t sense any type of power from these guys; did that just make them really unlucky thieves? He somehow doubted that, given that they were just standing still and looking at him, it was a creepy thing for him to experience.
There was no time to play around with his family in the other room, so he powered up to his maximum and rushed the five invaders. Though they were strong, he was more powerful than them and had been able to throw them from his house. However, that was where the real threats were waiting for him as well, a man with maroon hair that carried two swords. Then there was the person wrapped in a large cloak, one who he couldn’t tell anything about other than that it was obvious they weren’t selling Boy Scout cookies. Conri couldn’t tell what it was about them but his instincts were telling him to run from both of these people, even though his mind knew that such a thing would be futile. Instead he readied himself for a fight, watching his two newest opponents closely and waiting for them to make any sudden movements towards his house. That was the one thing that he needed to protect was the house and the people inside of it, not even his own life mattered at this point.
As he moved to rush forward, Conri soon found himself falling towards the ground as his legs seemed to give out from under him. Looking down he saw that his ankles had been cut, the muscles having lost their strength causing the Half-Saiyan to fall over himself. If it hadn’t been obvious before, it would be now; that these two were leagues beyond anything the Half-Saiyan was capable of doing. That didn’t mean anything to him though, even if it was to just buy some time for his family to escape, then that was what he would do. Forcing himself back onto his feet, he noticed that the maroon-haired man had his swords unsheathed, the one that had cut his muscles being revealed now. However, it was the robed man that he was concerned about now, since he wasn’t anywhere to be seen in front of him. When he turned around though the man was trying to enter the house, and he used his psychokinetic abilities to grab onto the man’s cowl and pull with all his might. It might not have stopped him with its force, but the effect caused him to pause as the cloth pulled against his throat as if attempting to choke him.
“It seems that your sources were correct about this one; what did you say their names were?” the cloaked man spoke to the swordsman and completely ignoring Conri.
“I think they were somethin’ like Satsuma and Kyuri? Guess they really didn’t like these people,” he talked casually while stabbing both blades into Conri’s forearms and then stabbing the ground. It was a means to try and keep the Half-Saiyan pinned to the ground.
“Of course, people should not be sympathetic towards these abominations, the Universal Church of One will wipe them all from the face of the universe soon enough,” it was said with such a calm tone of voice. This bastard was talking about genocide, yet he said it with a calm voice, what the was wrong with these people?! The swords would not be able to fulfill their purpose anymore, as he began to forcibly rip his arms away from the dirt, taking the swords with. His arms would likely be torn up internally, but if that’s what it took to keep fighting against these bastards, than that was what he would do. He would fight until there was nothing left of him but bones, taking one of the swords from his hand he threw it at the robed figure, hoping that it would pierce his back. Instead, it vanished before his eyes only to be stabbed through his abdomen from behind, forcing him to the ground once more through sheer force.
“Now stay down, this is going to be a show that you don’t want to miss, I can guarantee that,” the swordsman mocked him squatting just a few feet away from his down form. The look on his face was one of a sadistic monster that got joy from the suffering of others before finally putting them out of their misery. This didn’t seem to sit well with the robed figure, which seemed to prefer to just end the ‘suffering’ that those he considered to be abominations had to go through.
“Stop playing around, we are here to do a mission, not to play games and you would do well to remember that,” his words continued to be calm, something that highly annoyed the Half-Saiyan. Yes, he was in the middle of getting dissected and had the time to get annoyed with some bastard that didn’t seem to show any form of emotion. Don’t judge him. It seemed that there was a fair amount of friction between these two even though they were seemingly on the same side, possibly something to try and use against them.
“You paid me to do a job, not on how to do it, you want that then you pay extra,” was the response from the hired goon. Apparently paying for quality service cost extra nowadays, who knew? Before he could figure out a way to try and turn them against each other, he heard a high-pitched scream, two of them to be exact. His eyes flashed to the scene of the previous interlopers that had invaded his house, dragging his children out into the front of the house with the rest of them. A rage unlike anything before washed over him as he pushed himself from the ground, ripping both swords out of his body as he used his telekinetic abilities to launch it into the air at high speeds. Grabbing the hired swordsman by the shoulder, he turned him around and attempted to punch him, only to see that his fist did nothing to damage the man. It didn’t stop the Half-Saiyan though, as he knew he had to keep this bastard distracted if he wanted his plan to work out the right way. To do that, Conri continued to throw punch after punch at the hired thug trying to keep his attention fixated on himself.
It was only when it was too late that he realized that his opponent was only keeping his attention away from the others, as the swords bisected the people that were holding his children. Though, after they fell in half, he realized that they had been androids and were not actual people, which made dealing with them exponentially easier. A hard strike to his cheek was the result of his efforts as the man in the robes decided to take a turn with him now. Then he was lifted off his feet with little effort by the same robed figure, as a burning sensation engulfed his entire body causing him to let out a blood curdling yell. Fortunately, that seemed to spark a bit of discord amongst the ranks as he was soon thrown from the robed figure’s hand thanks to a well-placed kick by the man the church hired.
“I hope you have an explanation for doing that?” this time the tone was more dangerous towards his own cohort, a strange twist of fate that the guy’s button would be betrayal. Could he get out of this situation though? They seemed like they could refocus their attention on him at any second even though they were staring each other down as if they were hated enemies.
“You went after my prey; you have your own to attend to, do you not? Then this one will be dealt with by me,” he said, pointing the robed man towards the house as he turned to come after Conri. Damn, it would have been better if they had fought a little, then maybe he could have figured something out for getting away from these bastards. Thankfully, his wife had been on the job and when he looked to where the children had been there was no one around. A laugh coming from the beaten and bloodied man, as it seemed his family would be alright and only he would actually need to lose his life on this night. A small price to pay for his loved ones to be safe and sound, grinning at the swordsman in triumph, it seemed the maroon-haired man couldn’t understand the confident expression.
“What is with that smug expression that’s saying you already won? Do you think we can’t track them down?” there was something in his tone that made him seem almost anxious. They couldn’t actually do that if someone escaped from them, simply because the reason they had found Conri in the first place was due to his traitorous cousins. It was a shame that he wouldn’t be able to make them pay for what they did, but one couldn’t have their cake and eat it too. Even if that was a weird saying, it would suit the purpose of what he was getting at with this whole thing. While he was busy with his thoughts, he didn’t realize the man had gone to get back his swords and didn’t notice that he had already fallen to the ground bleeding from several slashes along his body. Ouch.
The robed man approached him and seemed to be saying something, but with his senses starting to fade away, he couldn’t make out anything. Finally, all was pitch black and he could rest easily knowing that his family had gotten away from that pair of bastards. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest that he had managed to accomplish such a thing…and yet the warm feeling continued on still. What was going on? Was this a sign that he was heading to the underworld now? Suddenly a wave of pain began to wash over the Half-Saiyan and his eyes suddenly popped open to see a green skinned man sitting over him with his hands glowing. This resulted in his instincts kicking in and his fist swinging out towards the pointy eared bastard that was trying to do some voodoo on him.
“Wait…I can move my arm, wasn’t I turned to confetti just a few minutes ago?” this was really weird. Was this the afterlife then? He looked towards the green man who had managed to recover from his blow and was rubbing his cheek with a wary look in his eyes. If he was in the afterlife though, why did he feel pain? Wasn’t that the whole point of the afterlife? This was all so confusing for him right now and it seemed that his new friend had caught onto that with his looking around the area.
“No, you are not,” he answered simply, even though no question had actually been asked just yet. Show off.
“Then what is going on?”
“It is simple, I had found you after the two larger powers had left, and had started to heal you. It has been a lot of work that has taken hours of my time. I hope that the punch was not your way of expressing gratitude,” he commented dryly. To which Conri lowered his head in shame at having hit the person that had actually managed to save his life. Not something he had been expecting to have happen, nice little curveball universe. Conri pushed himself up from the ground, wobbling a bit as his legs seemed to have trouble getting strength, he had apparently been completely thrashed.
“Do not move I have not yet finished healing all of your wounds. They could reopen,” he tried to warn Conri, but the Half-Saiyan was a stubborn sort. There were people he needed to find and he didn’t care how banged up he was right now, nothing was going to get in his way. There was only one place that he could think of where Marisa would take the kids in this kind of an emergency, and he was hobbling his way there. Granted, he now had a follower in the much taller green person that had managed to heal his wounds, not that he minded company.
Unfortunately, there was no happy reunion to be found on this night, nor would there be any other night that would follow. The bodies of his family lay charred on the ground, with words scorched into the earth itself underneath them. The words were a simple message to anyone that would come across the bodies, but for him, they were a declaration of war. A bottomless mixture of rage and sorrow flooded his emotions, threatening to send him insane if he didn’t do something about them. They wouldn’t win though as the Half-Saiyan pushed his emotions into the deepest part of his being, and bottling them there until he could release them at the right moment. He would make sure that these people realized the wrath the wrought upon themselves; he would take them apart and give them a taste of their own ways.
Let it be known that while hell hath no fury like a woman, Hell fears the man with nothing left to lose. Burying his family, he put together a grave for them, one that he would be able to remember for the times that he would come visit. The Namekian that had been beside him had tried to deter his new paths for vengeance, but Conri simply ignored him. He was grateful, but this was something that was going to happen, there was no two ways about it. It was time that the hunters became the hunter; let them have a taste of fear so that they would learn what it meant to be on the receiving end of their arrogance. From this day forward Conri would be a changed man, and would not tolerate any slights against his family.
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Marisa had no idea of the images that were flashing through Conri’s head at that moment, and it would be to her dismay for what she said next. “Conri, is this the way you plan to fight for your family? If that is the case then they are better off not seeing what you have become,” the ever monotone voice chastised him as his body slowly stirred awake once more. Even while falling through the air, the words reached him like there was nothing else around except for a tunnel where they could hear everything. The rage that slept within him was now starting to spill forth, as his power tried to push high than it ever had at this point. It was just no use, however, as his body could not handle it just yet but there was still plenty that he could do with the power he had right now. No mercy would be given to Marisa right now, after he had to relive that nightmare.
It was time that he released a bit of the rage that had been bottled up since that day, and show why it was not wise to anger him. Using his psychokinesis to rip the sword from the ground and launch it towards his open hand, the sword’s edge glowing with a whitish-violet aura as if emulating Conri. The thrumming of power grew even louder than when he had first created the blade as if trying to unleash a hidden strength of its own. He would have to study the sword later to see if he could figure out what it was capable of, right now there was a robot that he needed to dismantle. Rushing forward he sidestepped the sword that was thrust in his direction, a cut forming on his side as he got within range and slashed at the arm of Marisa’s creation, hoping to cleave the thing off. He had succeeded in his goal as well, Marisa not having expected him to take such a blow just to accomplish his own strike against her. Conri wouldn’t give the AI the time to relax either as swing after swing was unleashed against the robotic form, the beast within demanded that something be made to pay for that insult.
Throwing the blade forward he aimed to catch Marisa off-guard to land a powerful attack against her, and to do that, he had to pretend weakness where there was strength. When she moved to avoid the blade, she thought that the advantage was now hers, but she would be shown to be wrong. Reaching his hand out he used his Psychokinetic abilities to pull his sword towards him and with the positioning it would have to go through her to reach its destination. The Half-Saiyan even made exaggerated zigzag patterns with his fingers, despite that the sword would not be following them; it was all to trap the AI for one moment when he could strike. When she finally turned to look a bright red energy surrounded the arms of Conri as he launched an attack with his newest technique and concentrating the power into her abdomen. His fist smashed through the armored body sticking out her back just above where the tail connected; positioning his fingers like a rake he pulled back forcefully and attempted to rip out any extra parts that he could to slow the mechanical monstrosity down.
It was time for him to put an end to this now, as he concentrated his energy into his hands and unleashed a flurry of punches against the armored being. The added destructive power of the life force based technique allowed him to pierce through the tough exoskeleton with relative ease. While it was down on the ground, he decided now would be a good time to make sure that it couldn’t get back up again. Lifting his arms over his head, he began to gather Ki for his Masenko and while he did that, he focused his mind so that he could gather electricity for his electrokinesis. Using both attacks would drain him severely, but they would also ensure the machine’s destruction and that was the more important thing right now. The AI had already evacuated the machine as well, so he would vent all of his frustrations out in this single attack. Launching the lightning down into it, the body bounced into the air where it would be met by the fired Masenko, catching the thing between both attacks. It didn’t take long before the body was reduced to nothing but dust in the wind, and Conri breathing heavily with a bloody nose from the sheer amount of power he used. The images around him flickered away as the simulator was shut down, followed soon after by the gravity and the Half-Saiyan made his way to the med bay without saying a word. There he would rest for the rest of the trip letting the rage subside before he would say anything again to the ship’s AI.
They seemed to add an extra bit of pressure against his body; the things had done more than their fair share of making him much stronger though so it was worth it. His power had been on a rather sharp increase recently, he hoped that he could keep this up and become a force to be reckoned with in the universe. “Alright, Marisa, give me your best shot. I want this to be a good learning experience for me,” he figured it would be best to let the A.I. decide what was the most appropriate, but he wanted the best she could bring to bear. What happened next wasn’t quite what he was expecting as when the simulator activated, it began to create an image of a large robotic enemy. At least twelve feet tall, easily towering over his own form and covered in massive armor, the strangest part about the machine was that it had red hair flowing down the back of it. Well, it was that and the fact that it seemed to have a tail that seemed to be almost reptilian in design. The most prominent part of that was that the tail had sharpened edges as well; to be used as a weapon against him. He supposed that telling Marisa to not hold back may not have been his best idea, given that it seemed he would be fighting a giant weapon.
“Did I do something to make you mad, Marisa?” he asked, just to make sure that he didn’t do something stupid. It seemed that she was angry if she was throwing something like this at him, how was he supposed to fight this kind of monstrosity? The bad part was he had no idea of its power either thanks to it being all machine based, so it could be stronger than he was even at full power and he wouldn’t even know it. “No, Conri, I just took design specifications of various projects and reworked them into a form that combined the best of them all since you told me not to hold back,” the ship’s AI explained to him, which was somewhat terrifying in its own right. She could get the schematics for other androids from the creators without detection, find the flaws in them, and then combine them to create what he was facing now. He really didn’t want to piss her off now, if she could do all that just from him asking, if she really wanted to there could be something worse the next time. For now he supposed that it was time to deal with this thing, although he did wonder what the hair was about as well. Before they could start he could feel the ship slow a bit and raised an eyebrow as to what could be causing the decrease in speed.
“Also, Conri, I will be your opponent for this training session I know you the best after all,” he heard the voice of the ship’s AI coming from the body in front of him. It seemed that his day was just going to keep getting more and more interesting; he wondered what the end of the day had in store for him. Watching the giant machine that was now the body of his ship’s AI, he knew he would have to be careful considering the android would not give a Ki signature. The fact that it looked bulky made him question the machine’s speed, but if Marisa was telling the truth, it would be fast enough to keep up. Although, something different happened this time as well; the environment around him shifted to a different one as well. Surrounding area was now a jungle instead of the inside of his ship, and the skies of the jungle opened up to let a torrential downpour fall onto his head. It was strange to Conri to feel rain falling on his head when he knew full well that he was still on his ship. This was all too surreal for him; he hadn’t realized that the simulator was capable of such things only simulating opponents for him to fight. Yet here he was in a jungle with rain falling on his head, and he was actually having a hard time seeing.
The sounds of animals around him suddenly silenced as well, which if he remembered right, was the sign that a predator was nearby. Which meant that he was about to be attacked by Marisa from a direction he couldn’t tell from due to the low visibility. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just her that he had to worry about as she had taken it upon herself to create a group of androids. While they wouldn’t be powerful, their numbers were what caused there to be a problem, as if the Half-Saiyan was careless he would get overwhelmed. As the metallic beings came rushing at him from behind the trees of the jungle, he began to focus his mind to a degree he had never done. Focusing his eyes to watch the movements as this was just the start of their battle; the issue was the lack of light to see everything around him.
As the androids rushed him with various weapons, he concentrated his mind more and stuck his hands out to his sides unleashing a blast of psychokinetic energy to push back two of the groups. The strange part was that he could have sworn that he felt something on his hands or at least that was what it seemed like to the Half-Saiyan. Conri didn’t get much time to think about it, however, as a hammer came flying down towards his head. Moving to the side he avoided the large hunk of metal and instead used the long handle to run up to the androids head and bringing his right foot up to kick the head of the machine, he used the momentum to back flip back towards the ground. The hammer free of its original owner, Conri lifted it with a single hand and motioned for the other androids to come at him. They lacked emotions, but their logic would likely be telling them that just rushing in would be a bad idea, even with the advantage of numbers. The man they were fighting was one that would defy numbers and logic, by doing things that people would likely not expect.
Spinning the hammer around in his hand, he scanned the area still not quite able to fully see his opponents except with the occasional lightning bolt. This was no good, if he wanted to be able to fight against all these enemies he was going to need to be able to know where they were at all times. While he was trying to think about this, two of the androids rushed him from behind and slammed his back into a tree with incredible force. He had dropped the hammer as a result, but that also freed his hands for something completely different as well. As red energy in the shape of characters from what seemed like a language, he could feel his life force draining away from him, but it wasn’t bad enough to slow him down just yet. The bonus was that his attacks were now much stronger than they had been moments before and the androids were going to be feeling it. Scraping his hands outward, he cut through their midsections and watched their lower halves fall to the ground, making it easier for him to move. Taking the top halves of the machines and smashing them together, he jumped into the air as high as he could go to give himself some time to think. Flexing his hands once more, he tried something by sticking them into his pocket, and then releasing a blast of psychokinetic energy towards the ground. It was then that he realized what was going on, as when the blast pushed passed the trees; he could feel the texture of the leaves and the roughness of the wood that was the bark.
A smirk formed across his lips as he realized what was happening now and started to have his mind record the feelings and the way he received them so it could make the process happen faster. Now it was time to put it to the test, generating a low power, high sensitivity psychokinetic blast, he began to emit it at a rapid interval to create something similar to radar. As he landed he could feel the difference of the metal from the trees and grass, as well as the mud that was beneath his feet. It was a strange sensation that he was able to feel all this without directly touching anything. He was also able to tell the distance between himself and the androids or at least a rough estimation for it. There was about eighteen of the androids left, which meant that Marisa had sent about four squads at him. Now it was time to take the fight to the rest of them since he could tell where they were, and to help with that, his hands were still aglow with their undeniable power.
These androids didn’t have the power to rival him alone, so the best thing to do would be to attack each one at the same time. That or create something to increase the danger zone for them to enter, there was only one thing he could think of to do that. It was time for him to create a weapon for himself and one that would truly be a part of himself, which he could use to strike fear into his enemies. Concentrating his mind as he focused on the weapon he wanted; a sword with a four foot long blade, carrying an intricately designed crescent guard, and ending in a fish-tail pommel. This sword was going to have a lot more going for it than just being made out of decent metal, this was going to have some of his Ki, Psychokinetic energy, and thanks to a bold android some of his blood was now mixed in as well. When the metal sword formed the energy thrummed powerfully from within, as if to say it had something much more powerful to reveal when the time was right. For now, it would serve its purpose as a weapon for him to reduce his enemies to scrap parts and then deal with their leader.
Spinning the sword in his hand he rushed forward and made a wide horizontal slash at the group of three androids in front of him. Two had been sliced cleanly while the third had moved out of the way in time for the sword to just narrowly miss. The third had dodged the blade, but instead, he saw the sword fly up passed him in the air and looked to see that there was a large blast heading his way now. When he tried to dodge he was stopped by a powerful arm, looking back to see Conri had outpaced his own attack to prevent the android from moving out of the way. Which left them both to take the blast, but only Conri had been powerful enough to not been blown apart by it, though he had now taken quite a bit of damage thanks to that. Still, there were a lot more androids to deal with and they were trying to pull guerilla tactics with him. The only problem was that this simulation was a wet environment and he was about to use that to his full advantage. He had expected Marisa to remember, and maybe she had, but from what he could tell these androids were not being smart enough to prevent themselves from electrocution.
Lifting his hand to the air the energy in the clouds above became more erratic as the lightning found within was soon dancing to his command. The electricity began to streak across the clouds cumulating into one spot as Conri gathered it for one major attack against the androids, thunder rumbling through the air as the lightning streak across the skies. To any that were not machine the sky would look quite terrifying as the lightning streaked across the clouds to a single point. Spreading his hand he brought it down with a sharp motion and released the lightning into several bolts that rained down on the surrounding area. With the constant raining in the simulation it had gathered a few feet of water, and when the first bolt struck the entire area lit up like a fireworks show. Electricity flowing through the water and making the jungle appear to be a city for a brief moment, as several androids were struck by the powerful strike. Just from the number of explosions he had heard, it seemed like he had gotten about half of them, which had greatly reduced the numbers a great deal. The other half had been smart enough to jump out of the water, and he took the chance to fly down and grab his sword from where it had landed.
Now that he had this sword the androids were in real trouble since he had a technique already in place for use with a sharp weapon. The blade began to glow as he released his razor edge technique and a serrated blade of energy flew through the air slicing trees and anything in its way indiscriminately. Although the technique never for the chance to connect with any of the androids as they seemed to self-destruct in midair and the form of Marisa’s body emerged from the flames to face him directly. The large feminine-looking android was actually quite a bit intimidating in terms of appearance, since it looked like a mix of machine and monster. That was if Conri could be intimidated by such a thing, he had faced off against all sorts of people to this point with different abilities and appearances. Marisa would have to do a lot better than that if she wanted to be able to shake his game, she should have known that as well. Which meant the appearance was just to distract from the things true abilities or possibly that she had a plan in mind for trying to shake him.
She summoned a blade of her own and it seemed that the real battle was about to begin against the two powerhouses that were remaining in the water soaked battlefield. Rocketing towards each other at such extreme speeds that when their swords clashed the trees and water were all pushed away from the point of impact between the blades. Even the rain had been launched back into the air with the sheer force of their collision, had any of the androids still been around they would have been shredded if they were caught within range. Unfortunately for Conri he was being put on the defensive already as not only was the sword coming at him, but the tail was trying to impale him as well. Nothing could ever be easy in his training sessions, freaking everything around him seemed to be a masochist that was trying to do the most damage. Adding to that all this extra gravity, and he was really just not in a good advantage right now, but he did at least have two trump cards to use. The one would likely just be really mean to utilize, but at this point, he had to keep it open as an option. His sword shifting between blocking, parrying, and evading both the sword and the tail, while trying to get in strikes of his own so that he could take down Marisa’s body. The extra motions were quickly sapping away his energy reserves though and there was little choice but to trigger one of his trump cards if he wanted to have a chance in this fight.
Not wasting time, he brought out his power to its fullest, his aura lighting up the area around him, no longer hindered in sight or power. He rushed forward once more, this time being able to not only parry both the sword and the tail, but easily getting in an attack of his own within the span of seconds. The ship’s AI having trouble keeping up with his speed a bit, even with the power she had programmed into the body for training purposes. Sparks flashed through the air as the blades were clashing at such high speeds that the sounds of their collisions were heard minutes behind the sparks. The area around them now untouched by even the rain as arms and wrists danced about through the air with such speed and precision that nothing could enter the perimeter without being sliced away. It wouldn’t last long though as Marisa was forced to add in extra attacks to try pushing Conri away, the first of which the massive shoulders opened to reveal two large weapons that immediately began to fire small blasts of energy at an incredibly high rate of fire. The sheer number of energy blasts being enough to push him back and break the melee range so that she could regain her composure. This also allowed Marisa to create and download an upgrade for her new body, which would allow her power to increase once more to become a challenge for the Half-Saiyan. Their battle was not finished and would not be any time soon, the AI had been instructed to push Conri to his absolute limits and he was not near them yet.
She dropped the sword in order to hold her hands out in a star pattern directed in Conri’s direction, before suddenly drawing in massive amounts of energy to her palms. This wasn’t going to be like the last attack, this one had enough power to severely hurt the Half-Saiyan if he took the attack head on. The downside to the technique was that it took a while to charge because it also drew in power from the surrounding area besides her reserves. So Marisa had to make use of her blade tail to fend off the sword strikes from her opponent, not wanting to interrupt the charging. Thanks to the upgrade in power, her tail was doing well in holding off the bladed onslaught, but even with that, constant cuts were forming into the metal appendage. She would need to be careful if she was to accomplish the mission that she was given by her captain, anything less would be an insult to him. She saw him place his hands above his head and begin to charge his own attack; however, it would not be enough to stop this attack. If there was anyone that knew all there was to know about Conri, it was the AI who spent the most time with him. It wasn’t much longer when her technique was charged up, curling the metallic fingers to control the direction the attack was launched in, and she released the powerful blast in a stream of green energy.
It was strange that Marisa was putting such an incredible amount of effort into this battle, at least to Conri, she seemed strangely motivated. Was there something that he was missing and that she just wouldn’t tell him? When the green blast of energy came soaring at him and warping the air with the intense heat around it, he knew he couldn’t get his own attack fully charged now. Throwing his hands forward he fired off his Masenko to at least cut down the power of the attack coming his way, and just as expected the attack couldn’t cancel the attack completely. The green energy washed over him blasting him with an incredible amount of energy still and burning at his skin like it was fire. Dropping to a knee smoke was now rising from his body as there were burn marks all over his body now, but he had managed to cut the power of the technique at least. He didn’t want to think about what would have happened if the thing had hit him with full force; it wouldn’t have been a pretty end to the fight.
That couldn’t be allowed to happen either, if he fell here then how would he hope to face the hazards that could possibly be awaiting them on the mission? If he was going to be the one to make sure they all got back safely, then there was no way that he could ever be so easily defeated. It was not an option and he wouldn’t allow himself to fall, even now he did not stay on the ground. Pushing up he stared into the eyes of the cold and heartless machine, in it he could hear something in the back of his mind telling him to make the emotionless machine feel fear. It was a quiet thing as if slumbering off in a corner of his mind, but it was there, waiting for the moment that it would be stirred from its sleep. A beast that knew what the true meaning of terror was and just how to instill it, and when it was freed whatever it was aimed at would not be able to regret their actions. His eyes slowly refocused as he had been zoning out from those thoughts, and suddenly realized that Marisa was charging straight at him. He tried to cross his arms to block whatever attack she had in mind, but he had apparently fallen into a trap he discovered when her arms grasped him. She rocketed them both into the atmosphere at high speeds, before unleashing a powerful point blank blast against him.
The female AI would not be letting Conri get any rest in this battle, if he really wanted to become stronger than he was at this moment, then he would have to adapt. His opponents would not allow him to rest and neither would she, not until he showed what he was really capable of, not until he stopped holding himself back. “I am disappointed, Conri. Is this what a Saiyan is like? Is this what the champion of the Galactic Tournament is like? Allowing your enemies to break into your personal space so easily?” it wasn’t something she enjoyed to do, but Marisa was aware that a taunt was one of the ways that she could get Conri angry enough to use his full power. It was just a matter of finding the right buttons to push to get him to that level of anger, which was no easy task to accomplish either. He continued to try and contain it even now, but she would find a way to break his restraints so that he could unleash his full fury. On that thought, Marisa’s shoulder pods opened and she unleashed another barrage of energy blasts against the falling Conri, inflicting even more damage upon him. His eyes closed as he plummeted towards the ground without any means to slow his descent with him being unconscious now.
Within his mind something else was going on, he was being brought back to a time that he did not want to remember. A night that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life, and one that fueled his desire to bring those that were responsible to justice. Although, his justice for them was different than what he did for others, it was a more primal justice that would leave them unable to regret their actions in this life. It was the night when he lost everything that was important to him, and once more became a drifter through life, trying to recover from his losses that night. This was also the reason that he fought, the one that drove him forward and demanded he destroy the ones responsible, which had created the ball of rage and hate in the pit of his stomach.
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Storm clouds rolled by overhead, every once in a while shaking the very earth with their rumbling thunder. It had started earlier in the evening a slowly built up to the powerful storm that was moving through now, lightning bright enough to rival the sun’s light for a brief second breaking through the darkness every so often. It was during one of those times that the Half-Saiyan felt something touch his foot, and on instinct he jumped awake to see two small figures at the foot of his bed. A small smirk touched his lips as he knew who the figures were, “Can’t sleep you two?” Each one shook their head and he moved over as softly as he could to keep from waking Marisa, which didn’t work out too well as she woke up when the children climbed into the bed.
It didn’t take long for them to settle in again, the night seeming to pass by quietly even with the storm being so loud. Everything that was important to him was right there and he didn’t have a thing in the world to worry about at this moment. Unfortunately, this would be the last night that he would get to enjoy this moment, and it would scar him for the rest of his life. Getting up to head to the bathroom, it was in the middle of the night, and coming from the front of the house he heard a loud thumping noise. When he went to see what it was, there was a group of five people standing in his living room, none of whom he could recognize. He would have to do his best to protect his family, hopefully if these people were a threat then his fighting would wake Marisa and she could escape with Dylan and Zoey. The weird thing was that he couldn’t sense any type of power from these guys; did that just make them really unlucky thieves? He somehow doubted that, given that they were just standing still and looking at him, it was a creepy thing for him to experience.
There was no time to play around with his family in the other room, so he powered up to his maximum and rushed the five invaders. Though they were strong, he was more powerful than them and had been able to throw them from his house. However, that was where the real threats were waiting for him as well, a man with maroon hair that carried two swords. Then there was the person wrapped in a large cloak, one who he couldn’t tell anything about other than that it was obvious they weren’t selling Boy Scout cookies. Conri couldn’t tell what it was about them but his instincts were telling him to run from both of these people, even though his mind knew that such a thing would be futile. Instead he readied himself for a fight, watching his two newest opponents closely and waiting for them to make any sudden movements towards his house. That was the one thing that he needed to protect was the house and the people inside of it, not even his own life mattered at this point.
As he moved to rush forward, Conri soon found himself falling towards the ground as his legs seemed to give out from under him. Looking down he saw that his ankles had been cut, the muscles having lost their strength causing the Half-Saiyan to fall over himself. If it hadn’t been obvious before, it would be now; that these two were leagues beyond anything the Half-Saiyan was capable of doing. That didn’t mean anything to him though, even if it was to just buy some time for his family to escape, then that was what he would do. Forcing himself back onto his feet, he noticed that the maroon-haired man had his swords unsheathed, the one that had cut his muscles being revealed now. However, it was the robed man that he was concerned about now, since he wasn’t anywhere to be seen in front of him. When he turned around though the man was trying to enter the house, and he used his psychokinetic abilities to grab onto the man’s cowl and pull with all his might. It might not have stopped him with its force, but the effect caused him to pause as the cloth pulled against his throat as if attempting to choke him.
“It seems that your sources were correct about this one; what did you say their names were?” the cloaked man spoke to the swordsman and completely ignoring Conri.
“I think they were somethin’ like Satsuma and Kyuri? Guess they really didn’t like these people,” he talked casually while stabbing both blades into Conri’s forearms and then stabbing the ground. It was a means to try and keep the Half-Saiyan pinned to the ground.
“Of course, people should not be sympathetic towards these abominations, the Universal Church of One will wipe them all from the face of the universe soon enough,” it was said with such a calm tone of voice. This bastard was talking about genocide, yet he said it with a calm voice, what the was wrong with these people?! The swords would not be able to fulfill their purpose anymore, as he began to forcibly rip his arms away from the dirt, taking the swords with. His arms would likely be torn up internally, but if that’s what it took to keep fighting against these bastards, than that was what he would do. He would fight until there was nothing left of him but bones, taking one of the swords from his hand he threw it at the robed figure, hoping that it would pierce his back. Instead, it vanished before his eyes only to be stabbed through his abdomen from behind, forcing him to the ground once more through sheer force.
“Now stay down, this is going to be a show that you don’t want to miss, I can guarantee that,” the swordsman mocked him squatting just a few feet away from his down form. The look on his face was one of a sadistic monster that got joy from the suffering of others before finally putting them out of their misery. This didn’t seem to sit well with the robed figure, which seemed to prefer to just end the ‘suffering’ that those he considered to be abominations had to go through.
“Stop playing around, we are here to do a mission, not to play games and you would do well to remember that,” his words continued to be calm, something that highly annoyed the Half-Saiyan. Yes, he was in the middle of getting dissected and had the time to get annoyed with some bastard that didn’t seem to show any form of emotion. Don’t judge him. It seemed that there was a fair amount of friction between these two even though they were seemingly on the same side, possibly something to try and use against them.
“You paid me to do a job, not on how to do it, you want that then you pay extra,” was the response from the hired goon. Apparently paying for quality service cost extra nowadays, who knew? Before he could figure out a way to try and turn them against each other, he heard a high-pitched scream, two of them to be exact. His eyes flashed to the scene of the previous interlopers that had invaded his house, dragging his children out into the front of the house with the rest of them. A rage unlike anything before washed over him as he pushed himself from the ground, ripping both swords out of his body as he used his telekinetic abilities to launch it into the air at high speeds. Grabbing the hired swordsman by the shoulder, he turned him around and attempted to punch him, only to see that his fist did nothing to damage the man. It didn’t stop the Half-Saiyan though, as he knew he had to keep this bastard distracted if he wanted his plan to work out the right way. To do that, Conri continued to throw punch after punch at the hired thug trying to keep his attention fixated on himself.
It was only when it was too late that he realized that his opponent was only keeping his attention away from the others, as the swords bisected the people that were holding his children. Though, after they fell in half, he realized that they had been androids and were not actual people, which made dealing with them exponentially easier. A hard strike to his cheek was the result of his efforts as the man in the robes decided to take a turn with him now. Then he was lifted off his feet with little effort by the same robed figure, as a burning sensation engulfed his entire body causing him to let out a blood curdling yell. Fortunately, that seemed to spark a bit of discord amongst the ranks as he was soon thrown from the robed figure’s hand thanks to a well-placed kick by the man the church hired.
“I hope you have an explanation for doing that?” this time the tone was more dangerous towards his own cohort, a strange twist of fate that the guy’s button would be betrayal. Could he get out of this situation though? They seemed like they could refocus their attention on him at any second even though they were staring each other down as if they were hated enemies.
“You went after my prey; you have your own to attend to, do you not? Then this one will be dealt with by me,” he said, pointing the robed man towards the house as he turned to come after Conri. Damn, it would have been better if they had fought a little, then maybe he could have figured something out for getting away from these bastards. Thankfully, his wife had been on the job and when he looked to where the children had been there was no one around. A laugh coming from the beaten and bloodied man, as it seemed his family would be alright and only he would actually need to lose his life on this night. A small price to pay for his loved ones to be safe and sound, grinning at the swordsman in triumph, it seemed the maroon-haired man couldn’t understand the confident expression.
“What is with that smug expression that’s saying you already won? Do you think we can’t track them down?” there was something in his tone that made him seem almost anxious. They couldn’t actually do that if someone escaped from them, simply because the reason they had found Conri in the first place was due to his traitorous cousins. It was a shame that he wouldn’t be able to make them pay for what they did, but one couldn’t have their cake and eat it too. Even if that was a weird saying, it would suit the purpose of what he was getting at with this whole thing. While he was busy with his thoughts, he didn’t realize the man had gone to get back his swords and didn’t notice that he had already fallen to the ground bleeding from several slashes along his body. Ouch.
The robed man approached him and seemed to be saying something, but with his senses starting to fade away, he couldn’t make out anything. Finally, all was pitch black and he could rest easily knowing that his family had gotten away from that pair of bastards. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest that he had managed to accomplish such a thing…and yet the warm feeling continued on still. What was going on? Was this a sign that he was heading to the underworld now? Suddenly a wave of pain began to wash over the Half-Saiyan and his eyes suddenly popped open to see a green skinned man sitting over him with his hands glowing. This resulted in his instincts kicking in and his fist swinging out towards the pointy eared bastard that was trying to do some voodoo on him.
“Wait…I can move my arm, wasn’t I turned to confetti just a few minutes ago?” this was really weird. Was this the afterlife then? He looked towards the green man who had managed to recover from his blow and was rubbing his cheek with a wary look in his eyes. If he was in the afterlife though, why did he feel pain? Wasn’t that the whole point of the afterlife? This was all so confusing for him right now and it seemed that his new friend had caught onto that with his looking around the area.
“No, you are not,” he answered simply, even though no question had actually been asked just yet. Show off.
“Then what is going on?”
“It is simple, I had found you after the two larger powers had left, and had started to heal you. It has been a lot of work that has taken hours of my time. I hope that the punch was not your way of expressing gratitude,” he commented dryly. To which Conri lowered his head in shame at having hit the person that had actually managed to save his life. Not something he had been expecting to have happen, nice little curveball universe. Conri pushed himself up from the ground, wobbling a bit as his legs seemed to have trouble getting strength, he had apparently been completely thrashed.
“Do not move I have not yet finished healing all of your wounds. They could reopen,” he tried to warn Conri, but the Half-Saiyan was a stubborn sort. There were people he needed to find and he didn’t care how banged up he was right now, nothing was going to get in his way. There was only one place that he could think of where Marisa would take the kids in this kind of an emergency, and he was hobbling his way there. Granted, he now had a follower in the much taller green person that had managed to heal his wounds, not that he minded company.
Unfortunately, there was no happy reunion to be found on this night, nor would there be any other night that would follow. The bodies of his family lay charred on the ground, with words scorched into the earth itself underneath them. The words were a simple message to anyone that would come across the bodies, but for him, they were a declaration of war. A bottomless mixture of rage and sorrow flooded his emotions, threatening to send him insane if he didn’t do something about them. They wouldn’t win though as the Half-Saiyan pushed his emotions into the deepest part of his being, and bottling them there until he could release them at the right moment. He would make sure that these people realized the wrath the wrought upon themselves; he would take them apart and give them a taste of their own ways.
Let it be known that while hell hath no fury like a woman, Hell fears the man with nothing left to lose. Burying his family, he put together a grave for them, one that he would be able to remember for the times that he would come visit. The Namekian that had been beside him had tried to deter his new paths for vengeance, but Conri simply ignored him. He was grateful, but this was something that was going to happen, there was no two ways about it. It was time that the hunters became the hunter; let them have a taste of fear so that they would learn what it meant to be on the receiving end of their arrogance. From this day forward Conri would be a changed man, and would not tolerate any slights against his family.
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Marisa had no idea of the images that were flashing through Conri’s head at that moment, and it would be to her dismay for what she said next. “Conri, is this the way you plan to fight for your family? If that is the case then they are better off not seeing what you have become,” the ever monotone voice chastised him as his body slowly stirred awake once more. Even while falling through the air, the words reached him like there was nothing else around except for a tunnel where they could hear everything. The rage that slept within him was now starting to spill forth, as his power tried to push high than it ever had at this point. It was just no use, however, as his body could not handle it just yet but there was still plenty that he could do with the power he had right now. No mercy would be given to Marisa right now, after he had to relive that nightmare.
It was time that he released a bit of the rage that had been bottled up since that day, and show why it was not wise to anger him. Using his psychokinesis to rip the sword from the ground and launch it towards his open hand, the sword’s edge glowing with a whitish-violet aura as if emulating Conri. The thrumming of power grew even louder than when he had first created the blade as if trying to unleash a hidden strength of its own. He would have to study the sword later to see if he could figure out what it was capable of, right now there was a robot that he needed to dismantle. Rushing forward he sidestepped the sword that was thrust in his direction, a cut forming on his side as he got within range and slashed at the arm of Marisa’s creation, hoping to cleave the thing off. He had succeeded in his goal as well, Marisa not having expected him to take such a blow just to accomplish his own strike against her. Conri wouldn’t give the AI the time to relax either as swing after swing was unleashed against the robotic form, the beast within demanded that something be made to pay for that insult.
Throwing the blade forward he aimed to catch Marisa off-guard to land a powerful attack against her, and to do that, he had to pretend weakness where there was strength. When she moved to avoid the blade, she thought that the advantage was now hers, but she would be shown to be wrong. Reaching his hand out he used his Psychokinetic abilities to pull his sword towards him and with the positioning it would have to go through her to reach its destination. The Half-Saiyan even made exaggerated zigzag patterns with his fingers, despite that the sword would not be following them; it was all to trap the AI for one moment when he could strike. When she finally turned to look a bright red energy surrounded the arms of Conri as he launched an attack with his newest technique and concentrating the power into her abdomen. His fist smashed through the armored body sticking out her back just above where the tail connected; positioning his fingers like a rake he pulled back forcefully and attempted to rip out any extra parts that he could to slow the mechanical monstrosity down.
It was time for him to put an end to this now, as he concentrated his energy into his hands and unleashed a flurry of punches against the armored being. The added destructive power of the life force based technique allowed him to pierce through the tough exoskeleton with relative ease. While it was down on the ground, he decided now would be a good time to make sure that it couldn’t get back up again. Lifting his arms over his head, he began to gather Ki for his Masenko and while he did that, he focused his mind so that he could gather electricity for his electrokinesis. Using both attacks would drain him severely, but they would also ensure the machine’s destruction and that was the more important thing right now. The AI had already evacuated the machine as well, so he would vent all of his frustrations out in this single attack. Launching the lightning down into it, the body bounced into the air where it would be met by the fired Masenko, catching the thing between both attacks. It didn’t take long before the body was reduced to nothing but dust in the wind, and Conri breathing heavily with a bloody nose from the sheer amount of power he used. The images around him flickered away as the simulator was shut down, followed soon after by the gravity and the Half-Saiyan made his way to the med bay without saying a word. There he would rest for the rest of the trip letting the rage subside before he would say anything again to the ship’s AI.
(PL please~
Heavy weights and 20x gravity in effect
Techniques:
Tactile Feedback: A sub ability of his psychokinesis, with this ability he can extend his sense of touch into his psychokinetic powers. Allowing him to feel textures, measure distances, and a wide variety of other uses. This will allow his powers to become much more refined as he develops them to a greater extent.
Fragarach: A sword forged by Conri, infusing the blade with his own powers and having his blood spilled into it during creation. The weapon is a part of the Half-Saiyan growing in strength as he does, it is forever linked to him beyond just the normal means of it being his sword. It is a part of him, and there is a power sleeping within it that is waiting for the right time to awaken. At the moment the sword when broken is able to repair itself by regathering its pieces and repairing the broken area.)
