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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 30, 2013 11:07:40 GMT -5
With his hands still clasped behind his back Zex found several things interesting in what IIshavoh said. First off he would need to locate this "Man" and question him. Perhaps that one had more information on the origins of the bio-android, then again perhaps he had just reanimated the creature by mistake. Either way it was a path worth looking down. The second thing he mentioned that caught the Lords attention was when he commented about his arms being removed, yet here he stood with both of them intact.
"I see, I will have to look into this salvage crew that discovered you...especially this "Man" character you speak of. That will be for a later time though, right now i want to learn more about you. When you encountered this man he cut off both of your arms, but you seem to have them now. Is this due to regeneration or are you able to repair yourself in some other way?" Prometheus would allow IIshavoh to answer before asking another question, one the bio-android might not expect.
"Tell me IIshavoh, now that you have this new life of yours, what do you intend to do with it? Have you any goals?"
Outside, one of Zex's servants returned to his cart after a fruitless investigation of a sound he had heard. Having found nothing he just assumed it was one of the numerous animals that inhabited the lush property, all imported of course. Grabbing the handle of his cart he found it suddenly heavier than it had been. Letting go of the handle he steps around to the front thinking that one of the wheels may have snagged on something. Bending down and seeing nothing he then hears a sound from under the cart.
Croak!
Damn frogs, always so noisy. Grabbing the cloth that hung down over the cart he goes to pull it aside, not wanting to bring the animal into the manor.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 14:02:11 GMT -5
IIshavoh nodded to Zex's question of how he regained his armed. "Yes my Lord, I have Regeneration abilities that are quite... Extreme. I can regenerate an entire body even if only my mind survives. Although, I dont wish to get damaged anymore reguardless..." He said, as the next question caught him off guard completely. He was asked if he knew what he wanted in life, and what his goals are, now that he had begun his new life.
He tried to think about it for a while, before his mind came up with no answer to the question. "Im Sorry, I...Dont know how to answer that... I dont know what I want to do with myself at this current pint in time, other then just... surviving... Although.... It seems that helping others and fighting seem to make me...Whats the emotion Im looking for...Happy... Helping others, and fighting seem to make me 'happy'." He replied to the unexpected question, seemingly looking a bit guilty at his own answer.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Sept 30, 2013 21:19:59 GMT -5
Regeneration was a very useful trait, one that not many races had such control over. The fact he had regenerated both of his arms and could apparently do so with most of his body as long as his brain was intact was amazing. Zex only knew of one other race that could do such a thing, the Namekians, but those green men tended to stay on their own planet, keeping to themselves most of the time. Glad he brought this one back to his home he figured it was the best time to make his proposition known. This IIshavoh didn’t have any goal in life it seemed, besides perhaps helping people since he had discovered a liking for that.
”You like to help people do you? Well how about in exchange for me not putting you in a cell you help me? I can promise it will be beneficial to you, and others. In fact you might find yourself in a rather good position when it’s all said and done. Before I go into detail are you at least willing to entertain the idea of working for me? It will not be without reward or compensation of course.” Prometheus was trying to be a bit cryptic of course, wanting to see the bio-androids initial reaction to his proposition before actually going into detail about what it was.
(I saw you message in the cbox Man, the servant pushing the cart started to lift the cloth covering you)
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Post by Man on Oct 1, 2013 9:36:47 GMT -5
Croak! The green animal stared blankly. Man was starting to panic and wave as an attempt to scare it away. The servant was becoming suspicious, Man could feel him getting closer, and watched the silhouette of his hand reaching down for the tablecloth covering him. A bead of transparent liquid rolled down his face and a keen burning sensation spread throughout his chest. Man pushed the frog away -the term he acquired from the servant- in hopes that it would stop him from lifting the cloth. The frog jumped out of the cart in the nick of time and revealed itself to the servant.
Croak!
Various things could happen: Even if the frog managed to distract the servant, he would soon realize after attempting to move the cart, that it was still heavier than it should have been. Man, apparently, hadn't considered his weight into the plan. He could simply leave the cart, but then he would be in the exact same situation he had previously been in. Instead, if the servant decided to lift the tablecloth, he would find himself at the other end of a gun pointing steadily between his eyes. Man's eyes were callous and cold, his finger resting firmly over the trigger. "Keep moving," he warned.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2013 16:28:21 GMT -5
IIshavoh listened to the cryptic proposition, and to him, he had nothing to lose, and only had things to gain in his current situation, and who was he to turn down the opportunity to work directly for Zex? It was definitely worth looking into. "You have my undivided attention my Lord, What did you have in mind?" He asked, curious as to what Zex had in mind for the bio-android. He was unaware of Man who was attempting to gain entry to where they were discussing 'business', but IIshavoh couldnt shake the feeling that things would get pretty busy very fast.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Oct 2, 2013 21:01:14 GMT -5
Glad the bio-android wanted to hear Zex starts to walk, slowly circling the inside of the room they were in. With his hands clasped behind his back the alien looks away from IIshavoh for the first time since they entered his home. He needed to make sure not to give too much away yet, for he wasn’t completely confident in all the information himself. The Lord of Alpha Prime had not become such by rushing into things, he always took his time when he could afford it and made sure to check himself if something seemed too good to be true.
”I am not sure if you are aware, but I built this station from the ground up. It is my pride and joy, and one of the busiest ports in the galaxy. I was able to do this by taking advantage of an opportunity that came my way and it seems another may be close at hand. For several months now I have been gathering information on what I believe to be a small cluster of planets, two perhaps three at the most. From what I can tell there is plenty of activity to and from them, yet they are uncharted spheres, not known on any of our current maps. Even so the two small pods I have sent to inspect closer have disappeared before sending me anything back. Intriguing don’t you think? In the not too distant future I am planning on putting together a team to go investigate this, one that is a little more capable of defending itself then a simple observatory pod.
Now, this team is going to consist of a variety of members, or that is my hope at least. This is where you come in. Since the group I plan to put together will not have much experience or reason to trust each other I am not completely sure I can trust them. I want you to be part of this team so you can monitor the group’s progress and report back to me. In exchange for this service I will forget your little incident in the archives and even compensate you for your work. You will be helping me and potentially the rest of Alpha Prime depending on what is found. What do you say?”
Outside the man jumped a little as the frog lept out at him. Letting out a sigh he shakes his head some, stupid amphibians. Still, he wondered if there were any more in there, the cart had felt heavier than just the additional weight of a frog. Lifting the cloth up the man froze when the barrel of a strange gun leveled between his eyes. “I….uh…..” The man seemed to freeze at first, seeming to be confused as if he wanted him to continue to look under the cart like he had been looking for something or to return to pushing the cart…or did he mean to walk away from the cart as in move on? The man was unsure so he froze.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 23:50:50 GMT -5
IIshavoh listened to Zex's idea for what he called work. To watch over a group of people who would be investigating uncharted worlds. Seemed simple enough, or so Iishavoh thought as he asked "So basically....You want me to babysit them and report back to you with anything worth while?" He asked, giving Zex a bit of a look. It seemed like a simple job, but Ethar knew there was a catch, as there usually was.
"You want me to keep an eye out for the other teams that vanished as well?"
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Post by Man on Oct 3, 2013 10:22:51 GMT -5
There was a brief moment of silence once the two locked eyes. The man was frozen on the spot, paralyzed by the pistol aimed between his eyes. 'You just had to look under the cart' Man thought in disdain. He glared coldly at the servant, making sure to let the worker know that he would not hesitate to shoot his brains out; although Man preferred not to, it wasn't the worst of jobs he has had to do. But looking more clearly now that the rush was swiveling down, he could see past the shocking expression on the person's face and recognize the scent of panic living beings go through when in trouble. Like a deer to headlights, the man's cognitive side of the brain malfunctioned. He was incapable of deciphering the meaning behind Zero's clear-cut demands. Of course, someone out of context would not have understood, but it should have been obvious that his intentions were to enter the mansion. Man wasn't simply 'hanging out' because he thought the cart was cool.
"Get back to pushing the cart and take me where Zex is," Man clarified and shoved the pistol gently to add emphasis. "I'll be watching you, so don't try anything."
Once the man did as he was told, Man would observe him from the inside, maintaining the barrel of his gun steadily aimed and hid whenever a camera or third party passed by. As an android, he possessed the ability to create a mental demographic of the area. He couldn't see physical objects, instead, he saw numbers and figures and arrows telling him where the source was coming from. Even the cameras -like androids- possessed some form of code which could have been considered the equivalent of power-level. Looks like the mission was going smoothly for now, but who's to say he wasn't just trapping himself?
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Oct 3, 2013 10:51:00 GMT -5
"Babysitting? Hardly, more like leading them on the expedition. As I said the group I am attempting to pull together will be an assortment of individuals, most of which are not entirely used to working together. In such a group I would need someone to keep them organized and focused. Now I do not think you are going to be the strongest of the group, but thinking about their personalities I believe you are to most fit to be in charge. As for reporting to me...well yes you will need to do that, but I believe it is fare since I will be funding the group.
Prometheus would pause a moment, wondering how IIshavoh felt about this. It might seem odd to offer or request such a thing so soon after having met the man, but the way IIshavoh had tried to negotiate with the half-saiyan wench and her lackey was commendable. Not everyone was able to keep their head in such situations, and on top of all that his bio-android attributes made him a high candidate for survival should the group run into trouble. Hearing his question about the other teams and equipment sent Zex smiles.
"Exactly. If absorbing my man did elevate you to this current state then I do believe it was worth the loss. Again I do promise it will be worth your while and if a threat does exist there, it will be worth everyone's while. What do you say?"
The servant slowly nodded at the instructions before moving back to take hold of the handle. Turning it he heads towards the manor, doing his best to act natural. At a point where the two were momentarily alone and between cameras he whispers down to the gunman. "I cannot just walk in there...this cart is supposed to be going back to the supply room..." The man honestly wasn't trying to cause problems, but if he walked right into the entertainment room where Zex was it would look more than a little suspicious. He hoped the man in the cart was understanding for he really didn't want to be shot...in any part of his body.
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Post by Man on Oct 3, 2013 16:01:42 GMT -5
Man sighed. He understood the potential consequences of making their employer go out of his way. If they were to enter through an irregular path, it could alert the attention of other staff and create more obstacles for which to overcome. Certainly, Zex's mansion was so well equipped that you could only intrude as long as there were someone on the inside helping out. But he only needed one and he planned to keep it that way. To make sure his presence wasn't revealed, he couldn't just let the servant go either.
"Take me to the supply room then," he replied. Technically, it would take him farther away from the Lord's chambers, but maybe it would bring him closer at the same time. For now, Man would need to go with the flow since he had no idea where the 'supply room' was. It could've been a completely different building apart! Man needed to find a way to deactivate the cameras without causing damage. If he could make it seem as if they simply malfunctioned, they wouldn't suspect an intruder.
While nobody was looking, he whispered, "do you have a map of the mansion? Tell me how to get from the supply room to Zex."
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Oct 13, 2013 10:21:55 GMT -5
Iishavoh agreed, of course he would have. Prometheus never had a doubt in his mind. The malevolent being had the biological android’s “type,” well mapped out. He knew the words that would easily sway him and, thanks to the tournament, the recognition to give them power. But it would not be so easy for Iishavoh; the Lord of Alpha Prime was not so trusting.
In fact, before the tournament, he had met with a select few of his organization; the Zexus. Roughly 99% of them did not know his face, or even his voice, in the many years before the event. Even the ones who did know him had been vetted for many years before they ever met the Lord. Zex was very… Particular about such things. However his plans grew too large for ambiguousness and the first Galactic Tournament set it all in motion.
Needless to say, despite his fame, he still met with a rare few, and trusted even less. Truly there was only one he trusted entirely, his brother Wrath, though there a few he trusts; to a more limited nature. So to say he would simply leave the guardianship of his expedition in the hands of an unproven relative stranger would be insane.
“Iishavoh… I must be honest I haven’t been entirely forthcoming. You see, you are but one two candidates. You see I am not such a trusting individual and while you see like a capable warrior, my employees must have a certain amount of loyalty. The two of you will fight for the right to lead this expedition; and be my informant.”
He would pause to allow time for the other contender to enter the room, while measuring the surprise and other mix of emotions displayed within his facial expressions and subtle body movements. The meek William Watson Jr. would enter the room, timid as always. Prometheus had noticed the boy’s unreal resilience at the tournament, but more than that he seemed trustworthy. The only thing left to be tested was his loyalty. Would he follow the order to face Iishavoh and follow it through to the end?
“Oh and no one else may ever know about this meeting, nor your connection with me. So needless to say, the one of you two who attains this position will be the only survivor of this little contest.”
He said with a terrifying grin predicting a grim immediate future as he stepped beside his hulking sibling. It was time to see who the right choice would be.
As instructed the servant walks Model Zero and the cart into supply room, quietly shutting the door behind them so no others might see if the android chose to climb out of the cart. When the request for a map was made the man swallows a little, hoping his inability to supply such a thing doesn’t end up getting him killed.
“I…I don’t have a map, none of the servants are allowed ones. We each have our specific areas of the house we work in and that is all we know.” The man pauses for a moment as he tries to think of something to offer, not sure how violent this android might be for he had leveled a gun at him. “…you could use the vents.” He points up to the far corner of the supply room, a grate upon the ceiling that lead into the ventilation system. “I think the room Zex is in was towards the Western side of the compound, but even if it isn’t the ventilation system probably goes throughout the entire house. With some searching I am sure you can find him.” Again the man swallows a little, still quite unsure of his fate.
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Post by Man on Oct 15, 2013 10:50:25 GMT -5
As Zex's servant closed the door behind them, Man studied the room with his scrutinizing gaze. There were nothing but dusty boxes covered in dirty drapes stacked against eachother. After concluding there were no traps, he rushed out of the cart with the barrel of his pistol aimed steadily towards the subject. He had not really expected them to carry maps, it was a far'fetched demand. Working at the mansion everyday, they would know how to get around. The android examined the hatch at the far corner of the supply room.
"Very well," he said, "go inside the vents." Man jerked the pistol, urging the servant to take the lead. Man would follow closely behind within the ventilation system.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 16, 2013 11:29:15 GMT -5
William had arrived an hour earlier than Iishavoh, via implicit instructions. The young Watson had thought he had merely received another package when he noticed but a lone envelope. Opening it he had found a rapidly approaching time, the address of a residence within the gated Monarch Heights as well as the sole sentence, “You can save your mother.” It was all the incentive and intrigue required to propel Willie to action. Telling his family that he had a Delivery, he raced outside to find a car already waiting for him.
He did not feel at ease in the luxurious land cruiser. As he neared his destination, his anxiety only grew with so much rushing through his mind. Who would possibly go through such ends to meet with him? What was the meaning behind the cryptic message which had been the one and only reason, outside a trace of curiosity, for his coming? The car would pull up to a massive mansion, biggest in all of Monarch Heights.
Ushered inside by a plain servant, Willie found none other than the money behind the tournament; the infamous Prometheus Zex. He had made a proposal, one he couldn’t refuse; the Lord of Alpha Prime would cure his mother in return for Willie joining an “expedition” while secretly acting as his informant. He was vague about the details; he knew William could not afford to decline the offer. Looking up, as if hearing some new information in the silence, he excused himself, shutting the door behind him as he went into a larger adjacent room.
Moments later there were noises; the other candidate. Once again, Zex had been vague, mentioning only that Willie was “one of two choices” and that they’d “have to prove who was worthy.” This made his anxiety grow even more feverous as he sat twiddling his thumbs only feet away.
“Enter.”
Came a voice from nowhere, causing William to pivot in his seat as he searched for a source. It echoed within his mind and it took several moments to recognize Prometheus’s voice. A telepathic message, Willie thought to himself; it was his first experience with the mysterious power. Hopping to his feet, he followed the order sliding open the doors and entering the room. At his opposite was an interesting looking man who bore a striking resemblance to a fighter he had met backstage during the tournament.
To William’s recollection the fighter had been crushed by the fury beast Truffle in the opening rounds. But there was something much different about this man, besides just the lack of a tail. A more calculating look in his eye and a rather cold expression, an android maybe? Watson could not tell, but he was nonetheless nervous given Zex’s foreboding words.
“Oh and no one else may ever know about this meeting, nor your connection with me. So needless to say, the one of you two who attains this position will be the only survivor of this little contest.”
Willie gulped as Iishavoh’s eye locked on him, while Prometheus surveyed the situation. His unblinking eyes meticulously studying every movement; down to the tiniest twitch. Constantly scheming, Zex undoubtedly had foreseen this event down to the smallest detail. He permeated authority and power; he would leave nothing to chance.
Iishavoh, however, did not share William’s hesitance. He was, after all, a being created for the purpose of fighting and evolving, though Willie did not know it yet. They were close in power, but Watson was timid and naïve and could not best defend himself as the other candidate delivered several strikes to the unprepared boy. Though he had begun training, he was still but a novice and, even worse, a good hearted man. Neither thing would help him in such a fight.
Just as he began blocking a few of the shots, a high kick to the end sent William tumbling towards the far wall. As he started to stand, Iishavoh unleashed a punch which took the form of a menacing dragon which obliterated the wall and sent Willie flying into the yard along with the debris. Iishavoh immediately took off while Zex leisurely walked to the hole in his home and watched as best he could through the pitch black.
Iishavoh landed, searching for his target, whilst a black creature swiftly circled him, from cover to cover in a flash of movement. The man’s arm transformed into a formidable weapon, which he began firing off at every rustling leaf or snapping twig. Flashes of black, near impossible to see in the lack of light, sped past him, leaving deep gashes and cut with each pass. He seemed, however, unbothered by the act as his body rapidly began regenerating.
After several failed attempts to grasp the creature, Iishavoh grabbed hold of a limb in mid strike and pulled with all his might while spinning at the hips, intent on gaining an upper hand. However, the arm came clear off as the flash disappeared into the night once more. Investigating the hand he found it to be of strange composition and black with traces of red fluctuating across. Dropping the limb he turned to find the creature standing right before him; one arm and all. In the dark, and given his skin tone, it was impossible to make out the being’s distinct features; only piercing red eyes were apparent.
“I Zasham. I eat you now.”
It said without batting an eye. It was cold, emotionless, but Iishavoh seemed more excited than anything. All was his for the taking, he thought with absolute confidence. Wires began protruding from the bio-android’s body as he grabbed hold of the creature’s remaining limb with one hand and its throat with the other.
“Sorry to disappoint but that’s not going to happen. Don’t worry though, once I’ve absorbed you, you will be a part of the greatest fighter in the universe.”
An interested look came over Zasham’s face as the wires began puncturing his body though he made no sound; no matter how hard Iishavoh squeezed his neck. Meanwhile, the dismembered limb took on a more liquid state as it positioned itself behind the arrogant and boastful fighter. Finally the black creature smiled, revealing rows of bright needle like teeth, something with gave Iishavoh quite the unsettling feeling.
“Absorb…? Me try.”
It said as it’s body began forming around the wires, coating them as it traveled down their length towards Iishavoh’s body. Shocked, the biological android immediately tried to sever the connection, but was cut short by the forgotten limb striking him in the back as it too began to form around his body. Zasham’s entire body liquefied and expanded to encompass all of the man, who struggled valiantly in his final moments, though to no avail.
The modified Majin was still but a child, and could control the assimilation no better than he could his shape shifting. Thus there began a war between the personalities inhabiting Zasham. William and Iishavoh’s mental selves battled as the physical body violently contorted in efforts to find a form. In the end, William had something more to fight for than the other; his mother and his sister. This determination, this undying need to care for them, tipped the scales, and the body once again began to take Willie’s form.
Feeling drunk for a moment, Willie stumbled as he stood, trying to understand what had just happened. One second he was being blasted through a wall and the next, he stands alone with his competitor nowhere in sight. With an awkward gait he made his way back to the large hole in the manor’s side and the awaiting Prometheus Zex, all while trying to gain his bearings. Looking up, and rubbing his head, he asked the lithe giant a simple question.
“Did I… Did I win…?”
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Oct 16, 2013 20:12:44 GMT -5
Prometheus waited patiently as IIshavoh blasted his opponent through the wall, the two disappearing out of site. Closing his eyes he chose not to follow, motioning for Wrath to stay put as well. Focusing he was easily able to sense out the two fighters, following their power signatures as they fought. Before long the two had powered up to their full potential, seeming to be rather close to each other in over all power. Zex new only a little about each of them, but from what he knew both were survivors…of course that wouldn’t be the case when this was said and done. With his hands tucked behind him the Lord of Alpha Prime simply waited. After only a short while the two signatures seemed to almost merge, the fighters no doubt locked into combat with each other, right on top of each other as they each attempted to best the other.
Then there was one. Ahh, so Mr. Watson was the victor, a little surprising to the alien. Not making any attempt to search out the man Zex kept his eyes on the hole that had been created in his home, smiling as Mr. Watson stepped back through it. The lad seemed a little confused as to what had happened, a bit odd, and quite interesting.
”I no longer sense IIshavoh so it seems you have, but shouldn’t that be the question I am asking you?” The alien lord was a tad curious as to this confusion Willie was suffering from, but he was rubbing his head. Maybe he had taken a hard blow to the head at the end of the fight and things were not so clear to him. Ever patient Prometheus looked down at the boy as he awaits a response.
Looking from the armed man to the vent, all the servant can do is shrug. Sure he feared what Lord Zex might do if he was discovered leading this one through the vents, but Zex wasn’t the one leveling a gun at him was he? Climbing a stack of boxes the man shoves the grate on the ceiling aside, pulling himself up and in before moving aside to make room for Model Zero.
Once in the vent he starts to crawl towards the western side of the house, pretty sure that was where Prometheus had taken his guest. Working as a servant provided him with the knowledge of several parts of the house, the ones he worked in, but no real understanding of the ventilation system. Ding his best guess work and hoping for a little bit of luck the man leads on, well aware the individual behind him still had a gun on him.
While moving through the vents the two would hear a strange sound, almost like some sort of explosion as a small shutter ripples through the vent. It seemed to be coming from the direction they were headed in so perhaps he had picked the right way after all. As fate would have it today was the servants lucky day…despite the fact he was being held at gun point, his guesswork through the vents leading them to a spot above the guest room Zex and his brother were waiting in. With their journey having taken several minutes they arrive just as Mr. Watson stumbles back into the room. They could not see into the room from their current spot, but they could hear voices through the ceiling below them.
”Did I… Did I win… ?”
”I no longer sense IIshavoh so it seems you have, but shouldn’t that be a question I would ask you?”
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Post by Man on Oct 17, 2013 23:36:45 GMT -5
Man followed the servant through the ventilation system. It was quite crowded, but fortunately, his body was made small; not for the particular purpose of squeezing through tight spaces, but it worked out pretty well. Suddenly, the vents thrummed to the sound of an explosion far off in the distance. Man's inner scouter fired off, calculating power-level, direction and distance at the same time. Apparently, they were headed towards the right direction. As it turned out, he never really needed Zex's servant to find his way around the ventilation system, Man could have done it guided by the scouter. But he couldn't leave him and risk getting reported. After-all, once fingers stop pointing, they revolt.
During the ruckus, as the two ventured where Zex was, Man began to notice a fourth energy signature. His eyes wollowed with concern. It just dawned on him that the servant was a living, breathing life form. And every life form came with their own code and signature which identified them. The man crawling before him with deep desires of living had a five. Man's fingers danced around the trigger, but his chance to dispose of the being rallied back in the supply room. He could not shoot else they would be heard, he could not snap the neck else they could be heard, he could not do anything anymore. Alas, the servant's power-level was so minute, even his scouter had not stumbled upon it until now. Zex, IIshavoh, and whoever else lie in the room would not recognize his presence unless actively searching for it. Man sighed. Usually he would eliminate anything which threatened the accomplishment of his goals -but this time, he would allow this uncertainty to pass and rely on chance instead.
They were directly above now. Man pressed his index finger over his lips and brought attention to the pistol aimed at Zex's servant. He wanted to remind the servant about his position, and anything he did could result in his death. Plus, he wouldn't want Lord Zex to know he had led an outsider within his ostensibly impenetrable security.
..Did I win," a voice uttered from below. Man didn't recognize it. There were no shutters from where he could observe. He had nothing but the numbers flashing before his eyes and the sound of their voice. There were three energy signatures, but none of them were the bio-android. ”I no longer sense IIshavoh so it seems you have, but shouldn’t that be a question I would ask you?” the other voice responded, one Model Zero identified as Prometheus Zex. He had heard his voice various times, so it was unmistakable. The content in their conversation was the puzzling part. Where was IIshavoh? But even if Zero asked, he already knew the answer. Minutes ago, two power-levels sparked through his radar, fluctuating sporadically. One of those power-levels faded out of thin air, Zex confirms that the missing power-level was indeed IIshavoh while the unidentified being inquires whether he 'won'. Man recognized this terminology from Lord Arctic's explanations of the Galactic Tournament; how people seemed to get thrills from watching others pit against one another. Considering Lord Zex himself was the host of such event, the situation was as clear as water.
Finally, Man concluded that; for some reason or another, Lord Zex had requested for IIshavoh and the mysterious voice to fight. They were the two energy signatures detected by his scouter moments ago, and the bio-android lost. However, there was another piece of data he simply couldn't deduct. Just as IIshavoh's power-level vanished, the other embellished. Perhaps, if Man still had his memory of his first encounter against the bio-android, he would have known that such a thing as 'absorption' was an actual phenomenon in the universe. But for the moment, he remained completely unaware of said possibility, unable to form a cohesive statement. This cannot do, he thought. Man didn't like incomplete data, he wanted the whole cookie, he yearned for closure -else he would never hibernate in peace. It was in his programming to seek out everything he does not know. Therefore, the conclusion of IIshavoh's story led to the start of another's. He would need to find out who the mysterious voice belonged to.
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