Post by Man on Oct 7, 2013 9:12:13 GMT -5
Man walked towards the center of the dome-shaped chamber. From his point of view, there were nothing but walls and the door from whence he came from, before it enclosed behind him and morphed with the structure. Everything was so uniform and empty, he might have forgotten where the exit was if he only took a few steps forward. It was easy to get disoriented in the room, which was probably its purpose. Man pondered what the strange room was supposed to be and why he had been requested to enter. Suddenly, Ivan's voice resonates throughout the chamber.
"Zero," the scientist started. Man searched the room for the source, but it was in vain. The chamber was so plain, he could not detect any cameras or even the speaker. His master's voice would jump off the walls, making it impossible to pin down the source. He knew they could see him, he just didn't know from where...
"Today we will commence an experiment," Ivan said. "We've realized that, although you have improved greatly in the past few days, it is still not on terms with the level of expectations we hold for you. The goals we have given you are of the utmost importance, and to reach those goals at a preferable dead-line, we must accelerate your progress. Therefore, in a few minutes, you will be imposed by a considerable increase in the atmosphere's pressure. We call this the Gravity Chamber and, depending on today's results, you will be required to repeat it various times." In other words, they wanted to be alive by the time Model Zero was capable of destroying the saiyans, so they were going to abuse his inhumane status.
The scientists were quite excited about the project. Gravity has been used long since to drastically improve a person's fighting prowess and help them achieve insurmountable strength. By training under twice the normal gravity, in theory, one should be able to move twice as fast once they step back outside. Ivan and his crew created another theory based on the previous. A living being was limited by their mortal status as to how much they could train under applied gravity without wearing themselves out. Eventually, they would subdue to their imperfections and be forced to withdraw for the day. However, Model Zero was not a living being, he was an android. Because of this, they believed that an android could achieve much more than a living being ever could, potentially increasing five times more than the latter. Of course, this was assuming that it affected him at all. The experiment could really go either way.
Man remained on stand by for several moments before the speaker phone buzzed in again. The scientist's voice projected through the static. "We will begin now," he stated. Right after, a thrumming sound took their place; the sound a machine makes whenever initiated. The hum gradually rises in pitch, turning into a continuous shrill in the background. "Systems are on," a scientist echoed. "Starting program," another stated; a few more mumbled about complex procedures unbeknownst to Man. They were too far away to be heard clearly by the microphone. Then, Man heard some fidgeting movements -perhaps adjusting the microphone- before another voice spoke up again. "Alright," he said with a loud and clear voice, "Get ready, we're about to increase the gravity." That was Ivan's voice, he thought. Man didn't know what gravity was, but he figured he was about to find out.
Some how, his breathing became steeper, his limbs began to shiver and his clothes felt like they were constricting him. He thought that perhaps those were the effects of gravity, but Ivan hadn't even turned the switch yet. He could hear their movements through the megaphone and visualized it in his processor. Suddenly, he could see the scientists with their faces buried deep into their computer screens. Their hands moved so frivolously on the keyboards, they knew where every button was without having to look. Then, he saw Ivan's hand reaching over a small knob with an LCD screen over it displaying bright red numbers. As the knob turned, he observed those numbers rise. "2x Gravity," the voice stated through the speakers. And then, so suddenly and unexpected, Man felt his body subdued by an unfamiliar power. He managed to catch himself at the knees without falling over. It was as if he had a giant boulder over his shoulders -no, it was as if some omnipotent force enveloped around his body, attempting to deliberately drag him down against the ground; like the hands of millions of robots protruding from the ground of a junkyard to try and pull you in with them.
Unable to comprehend the force which had been cast upon him, Man struggled to bring himself back up into a straight position. As soon as he did, secret compartments opened from within the domed walls behind him, revealing machine guns aimed steadily at him by intelligent systems. Man only had a split second to look back before he was blatantly targeted without warning. Normally, he would have been able to evade without problems, but now he found it very difficult to move around. All said and done, even after breaking out into a rapid fire session, Zero managed to escape injury by the tip of a hair.
"x3"
Man gasped and nearly collapsed. He had not considered the fact that the 'gravity' level could be increased and now pondered whether there stood some kind of limit to how much it can be enhanced. Regardless, it was not the time to stop and think, the machine gun was still firing and active. Man was lucky that the scientists were a bit more merciful and handicapped the efficiency of the gun by adding a slight lag; otherwise, it would have possibly dealt over five bullet holes into his back, causing the training session to end sooner than expected and -as a result- wasting potential improvement opportunities. Hopping to the side, Man turns to face the machine gun, pointing his pistol at it with fingers on the trigger. He frowns and jumps to the side once more. The speed of the gun, despite its deliberate delay in attacking, was still too fast for someone who was currently less than a tenth of a hundred times slower than usual. All he could do was remain on the defensive, shooting out any bullets which might have gotten too close for comfort while evading the grand majority. In essence, he was buying time for himself to cope with his immediate conditions before he could formulate a plan of action to counter the multiple assaults. But just when he started feeling like he was getting the hang of it, they threw more baggage for him to deal with.
At a right-angle distance from the machine gun, another passage slid open from the walls; no heads up whatsoever, a torpedo-like mini-bomb was released in 0.01 seconds prior to the opening of the hatch. Man started to set the motion to dash right through the projectile when he was suddenly pulled down by an even stronger entity. "x4" Ivan stated, perhaps a bit of amusement in his tone. Man's arms and legs were to the point of uncontrollable shaking. It felt as if his body would implode on itself; teeth crunching, sweat dripping, constricted joints, mental shock. There was little to nothing he could have done to evade the bomb now that his dashing process was interrupted...
BOOM!
Smoke envelopes the white room and shrapnel decorates the polished white floor. Man was rendered AWOL, drifting across the room until he crashed into one of the walls and slumped on the ground. The android would soon awaken by the sudden nudge on the head, brought about back to the present from the ephemeral state of lethargy. Another torpedo was mercilessly launched to greet his rude awakening. Man's eyes widened as he rolled over, evading the blast like lightning. He staggered and took the time to revise himself while he was still alive, but Ivan kept giving him the run-around with random machine guns and torpedoes. Man was no longer capable of completely dodging the bullets, but the larger projectiles were still rather easy to avoid as long as he kept running around like a bull in a china shop.
Every time he dodged, he had one second to look at himself, another to detect the next missile, and half a second to react. Pieces of armor from his helmet and arm-guards were chipped off, and his black jumpsuit was beginning to tear. But all four limbs were still functional, and his cognitive system had yet to fail. Man drew out his saber buzzing in the hollow room and decided to finally take the aggressive end of the training. As the next missile was launched his way, he lunged forward and slashed diagonally. The clash locked into a brief power struggle until his blade broke through at last and sliced through the thick metal. The torpedo self-destructed on the spot, but at this point, it was ineffective. The added smoke simply rushed past him and flaunted his golden long hair as he stood triumphantly in the center.
He looks to the right; machine guns assembled once again for further assaults. Man switches out his saber for the pistol and runs into the fire. His shots were ineffective against the hard metal, but he made an important observation he had not realized while he was too occupied worrying about his well-being. The gun shot a total of five bullets one after the other in succession. But right after those bullets, it remained idle for two seconds in order to recharge. Taking advantage of this, Man awaited the next batch of bullets and dashed right through them with perfect timing. Immediately after switching out the saber in a power thrust across the machine gun's barrel. He watched it detonate right after.
Man was beginning to feel accomplished. He cracked his neck from side to side and looked to the roof, awaiting for Ivan's orders. Those orders never came though, instead, another individual entered the room through one of the hatches on the wall. Man turned to it with a perplexed expression to which he was benighted. The robot was robust and partially rusted. An antique to modern robo-mechanics. "Who are you?" Man inquired. But he did not receive any sort of response. He concluded that the machine simply was not equipped for a communication system. He wondered whether he was supposed to fight with it, though nothing was clear with the sudden silent treatment he was getting from the masters. Suddenly, the robot pointed at Man with one of its rigid arms and ejected the hand, launching it towards man.
"x5"
The metallic claw burst forward, connected to its body by a railing wire screeching across the room. Sparks jolted from the joints as the revolving cranks churned outward. Man was at a loss and subdued to the overwhelming force cast upon him. He dropped on one knee, unintentionally but fortunately dodging the robot's extended arm. The robot's arm continued unwarranted, embedding its claws into the wall. The wire fell to the ground beside Man like a dead serpent before getting pulled back by the cranks in the machine's arms. It's claw was plucked out of the wall and headed back to the empty socket from where it came from. Man's chest expanded and retracted the way a living being would. His breath ragged and eyes lost focus on the target, but his built-in scouter and other mechanical functions helped make up for the inefficient visual data and backed it up with more precise calculations displaying on his visual frame. Numbers, symbols, and equations flashed before his eyes as effortlessly and natural as moving his fingers.
Steady, he reads the information and deciphers the data. Man observes the black wire grinding against his boots as it is retracted and gasps. Without looking back, he attempts to dash away -but although he evaded the brunt of the attack, he was never-the-less struck on the back. Electrical currents flickered around the gash on his back. Man lay on his hands, with eyes staring steadily at the floor. Liquid expelled from his artificial skin rolled down his visage and dripped onto the floor. The android was perplexed to believe that a machine with such low specs was giving him the runaround. Man's power-level was much larger than the machine, as well as his intelligence, but it seemed that the transparent force binding him to the ground was the variant which -for some reason- only applied to him.
The robot was equipped once more and ready to launch. The same claw was ejected and propelled across the room. Man got back on his feet and rotated around the claw; not only evading it again, but running along it with his saber pressed against the wire as he closed in on the hunk of metal. Even under these extreme conditions, Man was superior in will and intellect. He was the only one affected by the gravity, but the machine wasn't built for movement anyway. It's only foreseeable technique was sacrificing its limbs for attack, and during that time it was ejected, the robot was completely vulnerable. The grinding against his blade indicated that the arm was now being recovered. Man's calculations suggested he would arrive to the target before his arm did, and he would need to deal the final blow in that time it took to reach it.
Man clutched the handle of his sword and nudged the wire aside, causing it to derail from its course and flaunt heedlessly by the sideline. The battle was won, it was all over. The training session was a success -or so he thought. Somehow, Man failed to predict this scenario. It spelled Game Over when the android was with blade overhead and ready to strike when the robot lifted his other arm right in-between and ejected its obsolete arm design. Just like that, Man was dragged back athwart his destination and pinned against the wall. The claw covered his entire waist and its fingers anchored into the concrete behind him, effectively grasping him in place. Man's arms were free, but his struggles to shove the grip loose were in vain. The robot retrieved its other arm and aimed it at him, but instead of ejecting it again, it revealed a gem within its palm, which began to glow as it administered its energy reserves. A yellow orb buzzed to life before his eyes.
Lights out...
(PL x5 Gravity)
"Zero," the scientist started. Man searched the room for the source, but it was in vain. The chamber was so plain, he could not detect any cameras or even the speaker. His master's voice would jump off the walls, making it impossible to pin down the source. He knew they could see him, he just didn't know from where...
"Today we will commence an experiment," Ivan said. "We've realized that, although you have improved greatly in the past few days, it is still not on terms with the level of expectations we hold for you. The goals we have given you are of the utmost importance, and to reach those goals at a preferable dead-line, we must accelerate your progress. Therefore, in a few minutes, you will be imposed by a considerable increase in the atmosphere's pressure. We call this the Gravity Chamber and, depending on today's results, you will be required to repeat it various times." In other words, they wanted to be alive by the time Model Zero was capable of destroying the saiyans, so they were going to abuse his inhumane status.
The scientists were quite excited about the project. Gravity has been used long since to drastically improve a person's fighting prowess and help them achieve insurmountable strength. By training under twice the normal gravity, in theory, one should be able to move twice as fast once they step back outside. Ivan and his crew created another theory based on the previous. A living being was limited by their mortal status as to how much they could train under applied gravity without wearing themselves out. Eventually, they would subdue to their imperfections and be forced to withdraw for the day. However, Model Zero was not a living being, he was an android. Because of this, they believed that an android could achieve much more than a living being ever could, potentially increasing five times more than the latter. Of course, this was assuming that it affected him at all. The experiment could really go either way.
Man remained on stand by for several moments before the speaker phone buzzed in again. The scientist's voice projected through the static. "We will begin now," he stated. Right after, a thrumming sound took their place; the sound a machine makes whenever initiated. The hum gradually rises in pitch, turning into a continuous shrill in the background. "Systems are on," a scientist echoed. "Starting program," another stated; a few more mumbled about complex procedures unbeknownst to Man. They were too far away to be heard clearly by the microphone. Then, Man heard some fidgeting movements -perhaps adjusting the microphone- before another voice spoke up again. "Alright," he said with a loud and clear voice, "Get ready, we're about to increase the gravity." That was Ivan's voice, he thought. Man didn't know what gravity was, but he figured he was about to find out.
Some how, his breathing became steeper, his limbs began to shiver and his clothes felt like they were constricting him. He thought that perhaps those were the effects of gravity, but Ivan hadn't even turned the switch yet. He could hear their movements through the megaphone and visualized it in his processor. Suddenly, he could see the scientists with their faces buried deep into their computer screens. Their hands moved so frivolously on the keyboards, they knew where every button was without having to look. Then, he saw Ivan's hand reaching over a small knob with an LCD screen over it displaying bright red numbers. As the knob turned, he observed those numbers rise. "2x Gravity," the voice stated through the speakers. And then, so suddenly and unexpected, Man felt his body subdued by an unfamiliar power. He managed to catch himself at the knees without falling over. It was as if he had a giant boulder over his shoulders -no, it was as if some omnipotent force enveloped around his body, attempting to deliberately drag him down against the ground; like the hands of millions of robots protruding from the ground of a junkyard to try and pull you in with them.
Unable to comprehend the force which had been cast upon him, Man struggled to bring himself back up into a straight position. As soon as he did, secret compartments opened from within the domed walls behind him, revealing machine guns aimed steadily at him by intelligent systems. Man only had a split second to look back before he was blatantly targeted without warning. Normally, he would have been able to evade without problems, but now he found it very difficult to move around. All said and done, even after breaking out into a rapid fire session, Zero managed to escape injury by the tip of a hair.
"x3"
Man gasped and nearly collapsed. He had not considered the fact that the 'gravity' level could be increased and now pondered whether there stood some kind of limit to how much it can be enhanced. Regardless, it was not the time to stop and think, the machine gun was still firing and active. Man was lucky that the scientists were a bit more merciful and handicapped the efficiency of the gun by adding a slight lag; otherwise, it would have possibly dealt over five bullet holes into his back, causing the training session to end sooner than expected and -as a result- wasting potential improvement opportunities. Hopping to the side, Man turns to face the machine gun, pointing his pistol at it with fingers on the trigger. He frowns and jumps to the side once more. The speed of the gun, despite its deliberate delay in attacking, was still too fast for someone who was currently less than a tenth of a hundred times slower than usual. All he could do was remain on the defensive, shooting out any bullets which might have gotten too close for comfort while evading the grand majority. In essence, he was buying time for himself to cope with his immediate conditions before he could formulate a plan of action to counter the multiple assaults. But just when he started feeling like he was getting the hang of it, they threw more baggage for him to deal with.
At a right-angle distance from the machine gun, another passage slid open from the walls; no heads up whatsoever, a torpedo-like mini-bomb was released in 0.01 seconds prior to the opening of the hatch. Man started to set the motion to dash right through the projectile when he was suddenly pulled down by an even stronger entity. "x4" Ivan stated, perhaps a bit of amusement in his tone. Man's arms and legs were to the point of uncontrollable shaking. It felt as if his body would implode on itself; teeth crunching, sweat dripping, constricted joints, mental shock. There was little to nothing he could have done to evade the bomb now that his dashing process was interrupted...
BOOM!
Smoke envelopes the white room and shrapnel decorates the polished white floor. Man was rendered AWOL, drifting across the room until he crashed into one of the walls and slumped on the ground. The android would soon awaken by the sudden nudge on the head, brought about back to the present from the ephemeral state of lethargy. Another torpedo was mercilessly launched to greet his rude awakening. Man's eyes widened as he rolled over, evading the blast like lightning. He staggered and took the time to revise himself while he was still alive, but Ivan kept giving him the run-around with random machine guns and torpedoes. Man was no longer capable of completely dodging the bullets, but the larger projectiles were still rather easy to avoid as long as he kept running around like a bull in a china shop.
Every time he dodged, he had one second to look at himself, another to detect the next missile, and half a second to react. Pieces of armor from his helmet and arm-guards were chipped off, and his black jumpsuit was beginning to tear. But all four limbs were still functional, and his cognitive system had yet to fail. Man drew out his saber buzzing in the hollow room and decided to finally take the aggressive end of the training. As the next missile was launched his way, he lunged forward and slashed diagonally. The clash locked into a brief power struggle until his blade broke through at last and sliced through the thick metal. The torpedo self-destructed on the spot, but at this point, it was ineffective. The added smoke simply rushed past him and flaunted his golden long hair as he stood triumphantly in the center.
He looks to the right; machine guns assembled once again for further assaults. Man switches out his saber for the pistol and runs into the fire. His shots were ineffective against the hard metal, but he made an important observation he had not realized while he was too occupied worrying about his well-being. The gun shot a total of five bullets one after the other in succession. But right after those bullets, it remained idle for two seconds in order to recharge. Taking advantage of this, Man awaited the next batch of bullets and dashed right through them with perfect timing. Immediately after switching out the saber in a power thrust across the machine gun's barrel. He watched it detonate right after.
Man was beginning to feel accomplished. He cracked his neck from side to side and looked to the roof, awaiting for Ivan's orders. Those orders never came though, instead, another individual entered the room through one of the hatches on the wall. Man turned to it with a perplexed expression to which he was benighted. The robot was robust and partially rusted. An antique to modern robo-mechanics. "Who are you?" Man inquired. But he did not receive any sort of response. He concluded that the machine simply was not equipped for a communication system. He wondered whether he was supposed to fight with it, though nothing was clear with the sudden silent treatment he was getting from the masters. Suddenly, the robot pointed at Man with one of its rigid arms and ejected the hand, launching it towards man.
"x5"
The metallic claw burst forward, connected to its body by a railing wire screeching across the room. Sparks jolted from the joints as the revolving cranks churned outward. Man was at a loss and subdued to the overwhelming force cast upon him. He dropped on one knee, unintentionally but fortunately dodging the robot's extended arm. The robot's arm continued unwarranted, embedding its claws into the wall. The wire fell to the ground beside Man like a dead serpent before getting pulled back by the cranks in the machine's arms. It's claw was plucked out of the wall and headed back to the empty socket from where it came from. Man's chest expanded and retracted the way a living being would. His breath ragged and eyes lost focus on the target, but his built-in scouter and other mechanical functions helped make up for the inefficient visual data and backed it up with more precise calculations displaying on his visual frame. Numbers, symbols, and equations flashed before his eyes as effortlessly and natural as moving his fingers.
Steady, he reads the information and deciphers the data. Man observes the black wire grinding against his boots as it is retracted and gasps. Without looking back, he attempts to dash away -but although he evaded the brunt of the attack, he was never-the-less struck on the back. Electrical currents flickered around the gash on his back. Man lay on his hands, with eyes staring steadily at the floor. Liquid expelled from his artificial skin rolled down his visage and dripped onto the floor. The android was perplexed to believe that a machine with such low specs was giving him the runaround. Man's power-level was much larger than the machine, as well as his intelligence, but it seemed that the transparent force binding him to the ground was the variant which -for some reason- only applied to him.
The robot was equipped once more and ready to launch. The same claw was ejected and propelled across the room. Man got back on his feet and rotated around the claw; not only evading it again, but running along it with his saber pressed against the wire as he closed in on the hunk of metal. Even under these extreme conditions, Man was superior in will and intellect. He was the only one affected by the gravity, but the machine wasn't built for movement anyway. It's only foreseeable technique was sacrificing its limbs for attack, and during that time it was ejected, the robot was completely vulnerable. The grinding against his blade indicated that the arm was now being recovered. Man's calculations suggested he would arrive to the target before his arm did, and he would need to deal the final blow in that time it took to reach it.
Man clutched the handle of his sword and nudged the wire aside, causing it to derail from its course and flaunt heedlessly by the sideline. The battle was won, it was all over. The training session was a success -or so he thought. Somehow, Man failed to predict this scenario. It spelled Game Over when the android was with blade overhead and ready to strike when the robot lifted his other arm right in-between and ejected its obsolete arm design. Just like that, Man was dragged back athwart his destination and pinned against the wall. The claw covered his entire waist and its fingers anchored into the concrete behind him, effectively grasping him in place. Man's arms were free, but his struggles to shove the grip loose were in vain. The robot retrieved its other arm and aimed it at him, but instead of ejecting it again, it revealed a gem within its palm, which began to glow as it administered its energy reserves. A yellow orb buzzed to life before his eyes.
Lights out...
(PL x5 Gravity)