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Post by Prometheus Zex on Dec 27, 2013 22:23:52 GMT -5
The message had gone out to all four of the individuals Prometheus had invited to his manor for dinner. Two had agreed to help him that night, the other two having needed more time to think it over, but both had eventually agreed when asked again. Waiting patiently Zex had been informed that most, if not all of them had returned to Alpha Prime, the alien Lord awaiting their arrival at a closed off docking bay. Conri Lane had been asked to dock his personal ship here, right alongside the one Prometheus would be supplying so that all of them could make the trip.
Glancing over to Wrath the Lord smiles some, his larger brother offering a slight nod in return. The two of them had been waiting for this, finishing the last of the preparations on their end before summoning the team Zex had been working so hard to assemble. Finally they might have some answers as to what happened to the exploration team that had been sent weeks before. Tucking his hands behind his back Prometheus waits, expecting Mr. Watson and Model Zero to arrive first, they were on Alpha Prime the whole time after all.
Silently he wondered how many questions he might receive about the addition of the two, making the expedition total six. He had not mentioned them before, but had not figured it necessary. The four from the tournament that had agreed to help were smart enough to realize that others working for Zex might be involved in this. Model Zero and Willie were dependable; it had been proven, making them valuable assets on the coming mission.
Clicking his tongue once the Lord of Alpha Prime was momentarily forced to wait until everyone arrived at the docking bay, not used to waiting on others. Once they did arrive the alien planned to break them into two separate groups, each ship able to take only three. Beyond that and giving them the last known coordinates of his exploration team there was little more Zex could do. After leaving Alpha Prime it was going to all be on them, the assorted fighters needed to decide how to proceed as events progressed. As for Zex…he would have to wait until they reported in.
(OOC: I would like all of you to post your arrival to the docking back. You may post as little or as much as you want, but my hope is to have you all arrive then send you on your way so that the Saga can begin. Of course if IC there is something you want said or addressed that is fine, I just wanted you to know this thread was mostly to get you all moving.)
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Post by Frigid on Dec 27, 2013 23:53:51 GMT -5
Feeling weighed down, Frigid soared through the sky. He'd recently purchased weighted clothing, and now was wearing his armor, in addition to a pair of baggy pants, all of which helped weigh him down. However, trading some of his strength for the chance to increase his gains in the long run, was what he wanted. Getting used to the new feeling, was the hard part. Swaying to-and-fro, he would continuously test himself, the weight growing easier with each extra movement.
But this was not the only reason Frigid was in the air. He had agreed to met Zex and his team at the docks, where they would get their final debriefing before their departure. He'd gotten Ninjin to agree to backing him up, if anything went wrong, which eased his nerves, but there was still room for nervousness. As he grew nearer, the feeling swelled up in his throat, reminding him of the beginning of the tournament.
As the landing docks grew closer and closer, Frigid could make out the men standing in front of the two docked ships. Zex and his brother Wrath. It seemed like Frigid would be the first to arrive. Perhaps it was an omen; perhaps not. Gulping hard, the Icejin slowd himself, landing mere feet from the two men with a hardy "THUNK". Bowing to the two, he would offer a smile, "It is good to see you again, Zex. You as well, Wrath."
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Post by Man on Dec 28, 2013 1:15:02 GMT -5
And so it began; Man was about to receive his first mission from Prometheus Zex himself. They would have thought it to be a simple mission to further test Man's capabilities. The android would have never thought that he was about to meet the mysterious organization Lord Zex was forming. -No, he would have never guessed that he was PART of it. Ivan had sent him out as soon as the order was given. However, ever since they became aligned with the Lord, his daily antics had grown significantly tougher. Even traveling, which used to be such an effortless and ephemeral step in the progression of his missions, became a vigorous task. The first thing the scientists did with the increased income supplied by Lord Zex, was investing in heavy weights. These weights were developed in the lab specifically to fit Model Zero's body. Before it all began, hard training was only held within the facilities and the gravity chamber, but ever since they invented the heavy gear, it felt like Man was training even during maintenance hours. He had forgotten how it felt to move at his normal speed. One might look at the android and notice naught but a subtle glimmer in his armor pieces. He seemed cleaner, sharper, agile and light as a feather. But Man limped and trudged, carrying katchin on his shoulders and asteroids on his feet. He dashed in big and long leaps from one point to the next. His feet burrow into the ground with every step and indent the metal engineered into the floor. It would be difficult to remain unnoticed; the weights became his cow bell.
Peering overhead, a familiar individual soared ahead, beating him to the docks. Frigid, he thought. The Icejin's power level had increased since his debut at the Intergalactic Tournament, when Man saw him, but it was still recognizable. The android made a final leap into the area. His image blurred, stopping minimal feet away from Frigid with a solid THUD fracturing the ground beneath his feet. Model Zero was silent and laxed. He stood straight and poised, although his arms lumped down, betraying him in the eyes of those who were more perceptive. He stared at the Icejin without remorse. Man was not aware that such an action might cause the creature to become uncomfortable; after-all, he had arrived in a similar manner. He did not look at Zex nor Wrath, for he already knew they were there and they had called for him. Man was awaiting orders as he had not been told what the mission was as of yet.
Being an android, people could see him in two lights: either, Zero was so weak they had to fine tune their sensing with microphysic brain-tumors, or he was so powerful that his godly energy would cure their illnesses and then cause their brains to implode regardless. Both notions were improbable, but -at the same time- they were a possibility. Not knowing the strength of your opponent could be the single most frightening thing for a fighter, or the most thrilling for a warrior. But it all depended on the Icejin's perspective. Man was pretty scrawny, yet his landing had created a crater, his eyes were cold, his face stern, and he was looking straight at him. Not to mention, Lord Zex had summoned him. All the clues suggested that the android might as well be as strong as Wrath himself. It was too bad Man lacked a personality. Any other lively being would have probably taken advantage of the situation and play a prank or two.
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Conri Lane
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Post by Conri Lane on Dec 28, 2013 17:40:16 GMT -5
The message had told him to bring his ship to the dock where the one that Prometheus had prepared would be as well, and so the Half-Saiyan piloted his ship towards the docks. After having read the manual and learning all he needed from the AI, he was able to pilot the ship himself adjusting both the speed and angle of his decent as needed. He looked out the window to see a bunch of familiar face waiting at the docks already, he knew each one of them from past meetings. Well, Zex was obvious anyways since he had recruited Conri for this mission, but the point was still there. What wasn't as obvious to him was why the android was amongst the group of people, was he supposed to be coming with them now? That seemed a rather drastic change in plans, something that should have been mentioned to the others. A slight frown, this was already looking to be a mission that he was not going to like, with stuff like an extra person.
Landing on the docks he set the ship to standby so that he wouldn't have to bring everything back up when they left, and headed towards the back of the ship. Lowering the ramp to the door he stepped out in his new outfit, approaching the group as they stood together, giving each one a polite nod. Crossing his arms, he waited for the others to arrive so that he could ask Zex about the newest addition with everyone around, because really shenanigans like that were more annoying than anything. He wasn't quite sure what the android was supposed to do unless he became immensely stronger since they sparred against each other in that gravity chamber. It was possible, but he kind of doubted it in the back of his mind, he turned his attention to the surrounding area to see when the others would be arriving. Despite that he wanted to bring up the issue of the change made, he also wanted to get this mission underway so they could find out exactly what was going on.
He noticed then that both Frigid and Zero seemed to have new looks about them as well, wondering why the change to their appearance occurred. That could wait until the ships were flying though, the Half-Saiyan crossed his arms and waited for the rest of the group to show up. (feeling lazy, so look at the outfit and hairstyle below =p)
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Dec 29, 2013 2:47:04 GMT -5
The flight over to the Omega Collective was silent one. Normally Kurosanai would have been much more vocal with the people that surrounded him but he this time he wanted to keep his mind to himself. There were far too many things he had to figure out for himself which included what lied ahead for him. His conversations with Izanami had not gone well and he was sure the leader of his own clan no longer trusted him with anything let alone actually bringing the Muzai name to the galaxy with prestige. It was started when he returned home. Just after that he was summoned by Izanami to her chambers in the Muzai compound. It was there she confronted Kurosanai on what happened during the fight with Adrien La’Moore but when he was unable to answer Izanami would continue to berate the young man for the entire time he was home. Event after event happened but never once was Kuro ever able to shake that feeling that he was off somehow.
So quietly during the night he wished his parents and his cousin well before departing for the space port on Earth. If Izanami had heard he was leaving she would have stopped it and consequently if anyone else in the compound knew he was leaving then they would want to throw a festival in Kuro’s honor. Neither option was very good so he opted for the much subtler exit, an exit that was more suited to what he should receive. Off to the ship and then off to the Omega Collective. The ride this time around was far less populated then last time. He figured that no one would want to go to a place like the Omega Collective when the tournament was no longer being held. Despite Zex’s attempts it appeared that the reputation of Alpha Prime still had work to do before it became a tourist destination.
The ship came into port with a thud and the prodigy of the Muzai exited it quietly again keeping the composure of the exact opposite of his normal self. Slowly he made his way over to the destination point that Prometheus Zex instructed for. As he approached he saw several familiar faces, the first being that of the mysterious lord of Alpha Prime Prometheus Zex, his hulking mass of a brother Wrath, the Icejin that owed him a rematch one day Frigid, the once flamboyant Saiyan turned badass with a new outfit Conri Lane his body still ached from the fight they had together. The man had definitely earned the title of Champion of the Galactic Tournament. The one person that he was not familiar with though was that of a strange little man standing in the general vicinity. The man seemed cold and calculating, which figured if the group didn’t already have enough of that with Conri and Banduk then Kuro didn’t know what to do. As he approached he remained silent until he stood in the general area the group was forming. “What is with the new guy?”
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jan 1, 2014 16:17:47 GMT -5
William Watson Jr. sat in plush angst. Seated in the back of one of Prometheus’ private cruisers, a ritzy vehicle which came complete with a driver, his mind was racked with news which suspended disbelief. Staring out to the stars and asteroids surrounded Alpha Prime he reminisced over what transpired mere days ago. Just after a chance encounter with the crown prince of the saiyans, he was rendered unconscious upon delivery. He could almost feel the door slam shut behind him, his lungs filling with the powerful gas, and his consciousness slip away... ~ Sometime later the boy would awaken to a sluggish haze. With some effort he was able to focus his senses, enough so that he could see the elderly man sitting in the chair opposite him. He was the picture of a rugged, tough as nails, veteran; his eyes alone spoke leagues of the horrors he had faced. His hair was short and white with a widow’s peak, a few dangling strands acting as bangs. Despite his age he was well built and firm. Not surprisingly he wore a harsh expression on his face.
“Evening, William.”
The old man said with practiced precision, his gravelly voice only adding to his intimidating aura. Looking down Willie found his legs and arms bound to the chair in which he sat, a realization which caused him to scoff. What were restraints and wood to a man who competed in the Galactic Tournament? When he went to free himself however, he found the task far more difficult than initially believed. He struggled for a moment while still trying to shrug off the lingering effects of the gas.
“You are wasting your time. The gaseous drug that you inhaled is incredibly rare. It severely weakens anyone affected to the level of an ordinary human.”
He said calmly; never taking his rigid gaze off the captive. The powerless feeling which had plagued William all his life came back in full force, flooding his mind with selfdoubt. It was as if he had never gained that immense power boost the day of the explosion; as if he was just weak, pathetic, little Willie Watson again. Depression overwhelmed him as the certainty of the situation became clear; there would be no escape.
“Who are you and how do you know my name..?”
The apparent human requested in a diminished voice. It was the only question he felt he could, or should, ask given the situation. The man, meanwhile, seemed amused by William’s defeatist attitude.
“You can call me Gunny. We’ve met before boy, albeit briefly. Think hard; your mind is far more powerful than you know.”
Confused by the old man’s words Willie looked up at his captor. The situation was unusual, and potentially dangerous, so he thought it best to play along. Staring at the man’s face, he saw nothing familiar, nothing that stood out in his mind. He briefly remarked internally on the superfluous nature of the task; he had seen thousands upon thousands of faces as diverse as the universe itself. Alpha Prime was a bustling metropolis in which people flocked to from all corners of space. It was asinine to think he could pick a single man’s face out of them all, especially one Willie was sure he had never even met.
“Concentrate Watson.”
He said again, though this time it sounded more like an order. With a sigh, William looked up once more when something clicked; a scar which ran across his eye from forehead to cheek. Willie did not know what it was about the mark, as he saw countless scars just walking through Alpha Prime on a daily basis. Starting to think there was merit to this “Gunny’s” claim that they had indeed met, the boy pushed his mind harder. Squeezing his lids closed to assist the effort, images began to appear before his mind’s eye at a dizzying rate. The harder he tried to control the speeding mental slideshow, the quicker they cycled. The appearance of an identical scar made his eyes shoot open.
“The homeless man!”
He yelled, as if on a game show trying to answer a question in the final seconds. Days ago, during a Deliverer, he had seen the man dressed in shambles and begging for change. The kind hearted Willie had deposited his last few gold coins into the man’s can before continuing on; moments later he would lose his footing due to some explosion and black out from the fall.
The old man smiled; though it was not as comforting as one would expect of a smile. As the homeless man his hair had been ragged, as had his clothes, not to mention the putrid smell. Hence a far more troubling question arose; why had he been in such a disguise? Another realization followed in that this was the same drop-off location as the night he had briefly met the apparent vagabond.
“Wait… You hired me? Were you the one who hired me that night as well?”
Gunny did not answer right away as he stood up and strolled over to the restrained William. The boy pulled back and turned a cheek, expecting some kind of physical altercation, when he felt the man reach into his coat pockets. The seasoned veteran took his seat once more and began unwrapping the package that William had been charged with Delivering.
“A few days ago I contacted an old friend in the System and requested a particular Deliverer, as I did today. I’m sure you can guess who that was.”
He said nonchalantly as he indirectly answered the question. He pulled a black box with some type of screen on the top from the wrapping. William meanwhile remained in a state of silent curiosity. Placing a thumb on the screen, a bright light in the shape of a line ran down the length of the screen. Two barely audible beeps followed and then finally, click. Flipping the top of the small box open revealed a small digital storage device no bigger than his pinky. Turning to a laptop computer sitting at the desk beside him, Gunny inserted the device and began talking once more.
“I also hired the men who tried to steal the packages.”
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Ding!
Crackled over the speakers, temporarily pulling William away from reminiscing. It was then followed by an emotionless mechanized voice.
“Approaching Hangar Zeta, prepare for docking.”
Turning his head, which sat in the palm of his hand, William noticed the secret docking bay. It was Prometheus’ private hangar; only ships with permission could enter. Guards, and other security measures, constantly kept it clear and safe for Zex’s needs. As the small ship neared, he could begin to make out ant sized figures.
The team he was going to explore the dangerous depths of space alongside. It would be a difficult job; but it promised to pay well. Not only would their respective time be worth a fortune, but it also meant his mother’s good health. Thus it was a job he could not afford to fail.
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Of course this took Willie back, who could not understand the motive. It did not help that he relayed the information as if hiring two opposing forces was common practice. The boy’s confusion and curiosity was twisted by the statement into anger and hate. The men from earlier; Kathos, Drazi and their ominous ringleader must’ve been the ones who cost him to trip and black out that night. Those same men nearly killed him and Ninjin but hours ago, almost cutting short an only budding friendship. What would his mother and sister have done if he had died? They would have been lost and confused on an asteroid of malcontents and murderers.
“Why? I-it-it doesn’t make any sense? You put my friends and innocents in harm’s way for WHAT!”
Willie hollered as he pulled at the tight material which held him to the chair. Attempting to lunge at the man didn’t seem to affect Gunny any; he merely continued his focus on the computer. Thoughts of his mother dying alone in a hospital bed calling out his name plagued him, further infuriating him. His sister being dragged, kicking and screaming, into a dark alley by two faceless citizen of Alpha Prime was the last straw in the mental torture of ‘what ifs.’ Unbeknownst to the boy, his irises began to darken.
“You will pay for this Gunny!”
The man’s self chosen name was spoken with animosity absolute. His selfish and apparently mindless acts had almost caused irreparable damage. Willie’s arms began pulling at the ropes harder, the wood creaking from the effort. In response to the building rage, Gunny stood from the files at hand, stepped to William before punching him hard across the face. The apparent boy withdrew as the darkness left his eyes and his anger dwindled. Expecting more, he clenched his muscles and prepared, but nothing more came as the gray haired man retook his seat before the computer.
“Don’t lose your head boy. I don’t want to have to kill you.”
The emotionless words were not spoken as a threat but rather as a promise, and inevitability, should William lose control. Turning the screen to Willie, Gunny too turned to face the boy. Expecting the boy to examine the displayed files, he watched him closely to gauge his reaction. Ascertaining the inference, the apparent human stared, struggling to read a confusing array of specs, notes and pictures. It was all meaningless to him, except one particular picture.
“A majin?”
The confused boy uttered. Everyone had heard and seen photographs of Majin Buu. It was hundreds of years after his evil half’s destruction that humans learned what the dragon had made them forget. Budding intergalactic travel eventually lead to the realization, as only Earth’s memories of the creature had been erased. By the time humans found out about the universal horror which nearly ended the living realm, they had already become excepting of the rotund better half. As Majin were often seen as “pure” creatures, many viewed him as the “pure good” half of the legendary magical demon.
However, the one on the screen looked more like the “pure evil” counterpart; sometimes referred to as ‘Kid Buu’ due to his size and childlike appearance. But the misleading pink skin was swapped for the more befitting black as and he wore clothes of a different color scheme than the evil of legend. Finally, the belt bearing the ‘Majin’ insignia was gone, replaced with a red sash. Gunny spoke once he determined William’s confusion was sincere.
“Interesting… So your personality is disassociated and in control. Well, mostly.”
Willie merely stared at the man while thinking to himself ‘what the hell does that mean?’ A thought which reflected in his adorned facial expression. None of it made any sense. This man had hired him to deliver a package which he also hired a team of shady individuals to steal from him. Then, when he successfully delivered the parcel, he was knocked unconscious and imprisoned. Now William was being shown pictures of majins and formulas far beyond his comprehension. The harder he tried to piece together the preceding events, the more disassembled it all became. Noticing the boy’s budding madness, the old man intervened, offering cryptic insight. “I am sorry to tell you this, but William Watson is dead.” The first thing that came to his mind was his father. William Watson, Sr. had been dead for several years; being killed by a ruthless mugger in an alley not long after they had arrived on Alpha Prime so Willie’s mother could receive medical treatment. His father had shoved him behind a collection of garbage cans to hide, as the man approached. Not being the fighting type, his father still fought valiantly against the assailant. But his dad had no knife, nor a way to defend against one so when the newly brandished metal dagger slipped between his ribs and pierced his heart, he was doomed. Leaving the blade jutting out of his chest, the fiend quickly looted the dying man before making a hasty escape. But surely he didn’t mean the man whom died in the young boy’s arms? Obviously he wasn’t referring to the boy… Right? “The day of the explosion in the Gamma Slums, that was when everything changed for you right?” Still unsure of the point, but aware of his situation, the boy nodded. It seemed as if things were beginning to unravel, and he was eager to finally understand just what exactly was happening.
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“Final docking procedures enacted; docking sequence complete in ten, nine, eight, seven…”
The cold hollow voice counted down as the vehicle slowed to a begrudging stop. Through the highly reinforced glass he could begin to make out those amongst the gathering. An icejin was always easy to spot; they stuck out like a sore thumb. A curious tail gave away that a saiyan was present. Besides the towering Zex, who’s height and jagged features made him easy to recognize, their seemed to be two more beings; apparently human.
Despite the distance, he could swear Prometheus was staring straight into his eyes. A chill rushed down the young boy’s spine at the sound of the ship’s decompression process.
“Five, four, three, two…”
~ “That exploding building was a secret laboratory, belonging to an unknown individual with unimaginable power and wealth. Inside they were perfecting an experiment that had failed time and time again; creating a sinister weapon that was also the perfect soldier. Combining magic and machine, and using a sample from unknown origins, they finally succeeded. A new type of Majin was born; a Technarcana.” Top secret experiments, a malevolent benefactor, weapons, soldiers, magic, and machines; it was all noise to him. What does any of this have to do with me, he pondered internally. First Gunny begins with him being dead, when he clearly is not, and then he talks about William’s mysterious power surge and the coincidental explosion. Perhaps the explosion of the lab and whatever they were working on caused me to become super powered, he thought. Meanwhile the rugged veteran decided to stop beating around the bush and just rip the band aid off. “That explosion was the Technarcana’s awakening. In the ensuing chaos it escaped; before colliding with you. Being but a newborn babe, the Majin was unable to control itself; it absorbed you but was not able to assume control.” Blank faced and with a dead pan expression, William blinked at the man across him for a few moments, before letting out a laugh. Him, a Majin, and a technawhatchacallit at that? A being capable of ceaseless destruction? Ridiculous! Ludicrous he thought as he laughed. The reaction made the man’s nostrils flare. Apparently he did not like being taken as a joke. Reaching across he slapped the boy across the face once more; an action which instantly silenced him. “Do you think this is a joke son? The only reason you even think you are alive is because the Technarcana was an infant when it assimilated you. You can’t begin to comprehend how much you’ve been fooled.” He declared as he stood, lifting the boy’s chair and placing it closer to the computer’s screen with one mighty paw. Pressing a few buttons, information began to stream through. Pictures and videos from the scientists who had worked on the experiment, along with all their notes and findings scrolled across. It was a short, fat green alien and a lengthy, pink birdlike alien; but why did their voices and faces seem familiar? “This perfect soldier was created to be the pinnacle of warfare; a secret weapon to conqueror for its creator. Designed for infiltration, it was made with unmatched shapeshifting abilities. It doesn’t just absorb you, its scans you down to the molecular level. Everything you are is scoured, broken down and stored like data in a computer. Every last memory, hope, or desire; the entirety of your personality is uploaded, allowing it to replicate you perfectly. Its shape changing is so advanced it can mimic the sensation of a bone breaking, even though you have none to break.” It was beginning to sink in, like a pebble slowly floating to the bottom of a stream. What scared him most was that it actually made sense. It explained his “demonic episode” during his tournament match with Azazel, as well as his multiple blackouts, which all ended with some form of death and/or suffering. His impeccable flexibility and seemingly imperviousness to most bodily harm made sense now. Even that night at Zex’s mansion; he must have absorbed Iishavoh while the majin was in control. The loose puzzle pieces found their home as the dark realization overcame him. “I… I am a majin? But I can’t be… I’m… Me…” He looked to his hands and saw the same fingers he has seen for over eighteen years. What madness was this? Sensing the toll this was having on the boy’s psyche, Gunny tried his best to soften up; truly a losing effort but it was the thought that counted. “Something inside William, inside you, fought for control. It wasn’t just handed to you by default. This creature may have been an infant but it was still strong. You overpowered it by sheer force of will. I have never seen someone take control of a Majin’s body once absorbed. William Watson may be dead in the physical sense, but his memories, his ki, everything that he was is now within you. No doubt the same thing which gave you the power to resist the Technarcana is what allows you to retain control of it. Hold on to whatever inspiration that is boy, no matter what.” Still stricken dumb by the impossible truths which were unfolding, William looked around as if through another’s eyes. After all, he wasn’t really himself anymore, right? He expected to feel differently, to see things differently, but he felt and saw nothing different. He thought of his mother and sister once more. They gave him a sense of purpose in his darkest times; they were his flower of light in a field of darkness. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, he saw their radiant faces.
“Release me. I must return to my family.”
He stated with a foreign level of authority in his voice. Understanding that this was an impossible amount of information to properly take in all at once, especially when drugged and strapped to a chair, Gunny nodded silently. Pulling out a combat knife from seemingly nowhere he stepped forth. For a moment Willie felt a pang of fear by the solemn veteran’s approach, until Gunny cut the bonds which held him to the chair.
“I will be here.”
The rugged grey haired man stated matter-of-factly. As the boy stood to his feet, Gunny grabbed his hand with one mighty paw, opened it and placed the digital storage device which William had delivered into his open palm. Willie nodded without saying another word; they both knew he would return once he had come to terms with the truth.
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Walking up to the assembled warriors, he was surprised to recognize them all. Kurosanai, Frigid and Conri were all participants in the tournament; with the latter being crowned champion. He remarked internally on how different the half-saiyan looked since last he saw him. Willie supposed many things changed when you became a champion; a certain ‘celebrity status’ to uphold, or something to that effect. The fourth one was none other than the mysterious android simply known as ‘Man.’ Meanwhile, the irony of an android named ‘Man’ alluded him. Swallowing hard he stepped up to the impressive group of warriors and held out one meager hand.
“My name is William Watson Jr. Friends and family call me Willie. Pleasure to meet you.”
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Banduk Gundu
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Post by Banduk Gundu on Jan 2, 2014 0:31:28 GMT -5
Banduk awoke that day pleasantly refreshed for a brief moment, though somewhat anxious about the day to come. It was the day that marked his second return to the Omega collective - the day he would depart on his mission with his fellow tournament contenders. To his knowledge, his company would consist of the triumphant Conri Lane, the strange and yet determined Kurosanai, and the Icejin that Banduk now thought of as a rival: Frigid.
The Namekian wasn't very familiar with Conri, but from the few times he'd seen him, the half-Saiyan seemed like a capable individual, both mentally and physically. Obviously, Conri was mighty enough to conquer the Galactic Tournament, which was the primary factor in Banduk's estimate of his strength. Besides that, the champion himself seemed to be strong-willed and dependable, making Banduk glad to have the fellow as his comrade.
Gundu didn't much know what to think of Kurosanai. It seemed like the only human in the party couldn't really decide how to act. One minute he seemed bold and competent, but the next he seemed somewhat clumsy and reliable. The Warrior of Namek was unsure if he could entirely trust the human, but in terms of combat ability, he was sure the young Muzai was more than able to hold his own.
As for Frigid, there was probably not one fighter from the tournament that Banduk didn't trust more. During the semifinal match of the competition, the Grand Elder's pupil felt like he had formed a certain bond with the Icejin, the type of bond that only two warriors could feel when experiencing the raw passion of an even battle. Banduk was humbled by his duel with the Icer, and looked forward to a rematch one day.
But that day was not this day. This day, Banduk didn't know what to expect. He already discussed the trip with his master, Pitka, who gave him some encouraging words of advice. Now, however, it was up to the disciple himself to shape his own destiny. He realized, through these trips to Alpha Prime, that he was becoming more and more responsible for his own learning instead of relying on his master to guide him every step of the way. He was on his own more than ever, and would be putting his own well-being on the line for someone he knew little about. Common sense would dictate that it was an irrational decision, but Banduk knew there was more to gain from this than simple wealth or merit. For his own sake, Banduk was going to complete the mission and benefit from every step along the way.
All this and more went through the young Namekian's mind as he dressed himself and stepped outside, taking in a breath of fresh Namekian air. His home was most precious to him, the place he strove to one day protect with the utmost wisdom and strength. Pitka was doing quite well in imparting such qualities in the student, but Gundu still had much self-teaching to do, learning such lessons that could only be learned through experience. This experience would be vital in the Namekian's growth, and would do well in teaching the man how to handle delicate situations.
Flying his way over to the nearest interplanetary transport hub, Banduk's thoughts turned to his training. He would be lying if he told you that he was confident in his own abilities when it came to a life-threatening situation. He handled himself just fine in the tournament, of course, but that was against single opponents, against which he was a fairly even match. Whatever this mission entailed, it was potentially dangerous enough for Prometheus to send at least four able-bodied warriors on. Anything could happen, and being the cautious-minded man that he was, Banduk was admittedly a bit nervous about his own ability to keep himself and the others safe. He had spent the last several days training more on his mental abilities than his offensive techniques, and would thus be physically weaker than some of the other fighters he would be with. He just hoped his training would be of good use to the team as a whole.
Arriving at the port, Banduk boarded the ship that was arranged for him to take him to the collective. He took one last look at Namek, watching the familiar green planet reduced to a pale green speck as he once more traveled to the home of Zex. Part of Gundu's concern also lied with the fact that the lord of Alpha Prime was a somewhat shady character. It was a mystery if he could be fully trusted, but Banduk believed that any ulterior motive would merely be of personal gain than anything sinister. Still, he would keep his guard up.
After several hours of flight, Banduk finally arrived. He stepped out of his spacecraft, following several illuminated signs to the nearby dock that contained Zex and the others. With a curious tilt of the head, Banduk noticed two newcomers to the group, ones that he didn't remember seeing in the tournament. "I hope you haven't been waiting long, gentlemen." he said, turning to the two unfamiliar faces. "Banduk Gundu II, of Namek. I don't believe we've met." he said, his comment somewhat directed at Zex as if to say 'I didn't know there were others involved'. One of the two men had a seemingly normal appearance, though his power signature seemed somewhat... Eerie. Even Banduk's advanced mental clarity couldn't make anything of the man's energy, so he decided to let it be. The second individual was much more interesting. The lack of natural Ki made it clear that the blonde fellow was artificially constructed, an android. Not knowing what these two were like, Banduk made an effort to watch their behaviors throughout the beginning of the mission in order to better judge their trustworthiness.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jan 2, 2014 1:29:48 GMT -5
Standing patiently Prometheus gives each of the individuals a slight nod as they arrive, the alien Lord choosing not to speak until all six had made it to the port. As he watches them all enter the area it was slightly amusing to see the ways in which they arrived. Conri Lane had followed the directions given to him, pulling his personal ship into the bay in order to assist with transporting the team. The half-saiyan was a bit of wild card at times, but he was far from incompetent. Frigid and the Muzai boy both flew into the port, the two fighters different in terms of personality, but in Zex’s own personal opinion more similar than they realized. Model Zero, the android now serving Prometheus, landed roughly his apparently heavy frame even damaging the floor beneath his feet as he lands. If the alien had not known any better he might think the robot reckless, but he knew it was his computer-like brain at work having figured out the quickest way to arrive and taken it. Then there was Banduk and Willie, the two in the group with the calmest demeanors simply strolling in.
As the last of them finally arrived, surprising Banduk being the one to enter after the other five, Zex would begin. Just looking at them, not even counting the questions asked, it was obvious the four he had invited to dinner were curious about the two others now in their presence. Understandable considering he had never mentioned them before, but then again when he had first spoken with them it was not a certainty that they would be participating in the mission. Motioning to Model Zero and then Willie the alien introduces them, confident that the two were already familiar with the other four.
”I want to thank you all to responding to my summons so promptly, I am aware that several of you had to travel quite far to return to Alpha Prime. First let me introduce Willie Watson, an associate of mine that will be traveling and working with you. Second Model Zero, and android in my service that will also be assisting. Now I realize the four of you that were invited to my home for dinner and to hear this proposition were not aware that the part was going to consist of more than you six, but at that time I was not completely sure either. You may remember that before you left I had mentioned more preparations I needed to complete before I was ready to send you out, these are those preparations. Let us get down to business; I plan to delay you as little as possible.” Straight forward and not really leaving much time to question the additions Zex continues, wanting to quickly send them on their way. Model Zero and Willie were both trusted associates so he didn’t see why any of them would have a problem with the additions.
”Due to increased numbers I feel that it is best you travel in two groups of three. One group shall fly in Conri’ ship, which he has generously agreed to use, and the other three in the ship I have provided. Considering the varying strengths you all possess I suggest these teams. Team 1 in Conri’s ship consisting of Kurosanai, Willie and Conri himself, while in my ship the group of Frigid, Banduk and Man. This is just cautionary in case you are to get separated, but feel free to meet back up once you arrive. As I have told all of you on separate occasions I am not sure what it is you might run into, but it is best to be prepared.” Looking around their loose circle he makes eye contact with all of them, quite serious about the danger this might contain.
”Beyond that suggestion and warning there is not much else I can give you. Gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck and truly hope you find my previous team sitting on some plateau with a fried ship. If you have no questions I request that you please make haste, I have delayed you long enough.” With that Zex would step back, tucking his hands behind his back to signify that he was done. If the group had any more questions they could ask him or if they felt ready they could go. In a scenario like this there was little more he could tell them and they would have to learn as they went, another reason he had selected the group he had.
(OOC: In character there is not much more Zex can tell you. I hope it does not seemed forced, but if you all just request what you want as a reward for this thread it can be finished. Tomorrow two separate threads will be started for the respective teams. Our goal is just to move this along so you can all get into the real part of the Saga. )
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Post by Frigid on Jan 2, 2014 3:05:18 GMT -5
Upon arrival, it would seem his comment would fall to deaf ears. Frigid had simply tried his hand at small talk, and in failing, kept to himself as the others began to arrive. Deep down, the Icejin was excited to see his comrades again. Banduk, Conri and Kurosanai had all been a force to reckon with during the tournament, and after each match, Frigid had hoped to be able to fight with them by his side. Soon, such an idea would be a reality. And even with the fog-of-war ahead, Frigid felt only excitement. Together these warriors would be enough to take on the whole universe.
To Frigid's surprise, the first to arrive was a stranger. Clad in an odd red armor, he landed with a lack of grace, cratering the ground beneath his feet. Almost as soon as he landed, he began to stare at Frigid. Unease built in his stomach, but the Icejin was able to quickly swallow it down. It also seemed that for once, his lack of ki since would aid him, shielding him from the reality that the man had no ki signature.
Second to arrive was Conri, whom exited his ship as he pulled up to the docks. His entrance much less dramatic than Frigid's, or the strangers. He too was clad in a new outfit, this one seeming off to Frigid, but to each their own, Frigid thought, chuckling lightly under his breath. Perhaps his own pants would make him look off as well.
Thirdly was Kurosanai, whom landed far enough to walk over to the forming group. Frigid sensed something was off about him, but quickly chalked it up to nerves. There was no doubt that every fighter would be at least a little nervous about the amount of unknowns they would soon have to face. Quick to notice the stranger, Kuro simply asked, "What's with the new guy?" Simply getting a shrug from Frigid in response.
Next, another stranger walked up to the group, presenting himself in a way that seemed like he belonged. Perhaps Zex had invited the two as back up, in case any of the warriors he'd initially asked were no-shows. Either way, Frigid could not deny having extra hands. There was no way to be sure just what they were facing, nor what would happen to any of them. Stepping forward, the cloaked man held out a hand to introduce himself, “My name is William Watson Jr. Friends and family call me Willie. Pleasure to meet you.”
Banduk was the last to arrive, who stepped off a public transit ship. His green, bald head was a welcomed sight for Frigid. It seemed that everyone had agreed to go along with Zex's request; something that Frigid had anticipated. Each of them were warriors, the most fierce Frigid had ever met. And Banduk was no exception to that. Upon joining the group, Banduk spoke, as surprised to see the new faces as everyone else, "I hope you haven't been waiting long, gentlemen." he said, before introducing himself to the strangers, "Banduk Gundu II, of Namek. I don't believe we've met."
Zex was quick to cut the chit-chat with Banduk's arrive. There was no doubt that he was not a man to waste time. After a quick introduction of the strangers, whom Frigid nodded to out of respect. Then the Alien Lord quickly jumped to the business. His run-down was simple. They would split into three-man groups, which Zex suggested, and head off immediately. Frigid would be with Banduk, and Man, the red-clad warrior whom seemed to have it out for the Icejin already. A normal man might be feel uneasy by this, however; with Banduk at his side, Frigid would not worry. If something were to happen, the two would have no problems straightening the stranger out.
With a quick wish of luck, Zex motioned that all was done, and for the teams to departure. There was an opportunity for questions, but at this point things would be much more of a "wait-and-see" situation. Bowing kindly to the Lord of the Collective, Frigid nodded, "Thank you for the opportunity. You will not be disappointed." It seemed more than a shred of nobility from living in the Icejin Kingdom had stayed with Frigid, even after leaving; his own response surprising him. But perhaps that was for the best. Turning, Frigid would take lead position, and ready himself to board the ship. It was finally time for that adventure that he'd dreamed of for so many years. It was time to face his destiny.
((Sorry, had to make up for the crap-post I had up there. Hope you don't mind. I'll take Zeni please.))
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Post by Man on Jan 2, 2014 4:18:51 GMT -5
One after the other, Man's scouter announced the arrival of another member far in the distance. His eyes wandered to the horizon and examined the each and everyone warrior as they came. At last, the secret organization Prometheus Zex had alluded to -and Man was right in the thick of it. The Lord had assembled beings of every renown race across the galaxy: Frigid, an Icejin; Conri, a saiyan; Kurosanai, a human; Mr. Watson -or Willie Watson, as it was now clarified by Lord Zex; and the Namekian Banduk Gundu II, whom had introduced himself. However, Man did not respond and instead kept to himself while Prometheus introduced them. The android assimilated all the new information concerning this unlikely band of warriors. With all the data collected, Man had linked the intergalactic tournament as a direct cause for the coming event. The very foundation of that tournament was dressed in pallets of roses and banal entertainment; just another humdrum to rouse the public and create a base for rapport and trust among planetary federations. But the real purpose of that tournament was to lure capable fighters like the ones standing before him today, so they could engage on a wild-goose-chase. Whether or not a hidden motive creased within its edges was yet to be known, but the request seemed honest enough as it was.
Man looked over his chosen teammates once more, but offered no word in the matter. He had no thoughts with regards to them; an Icejin who made it to the final round of the tournament but lost by hand of a saiyan, and a namekian he knew virtually nothing about except his ethnicity, name, and an assumed lineage formulated by the little information he had received. If his name was Gundu II, then logic dictates he was the descendant of a Gundu I. The ride in the space ship would be a long one. He glanced tentatively at Prometheus Zex for closure, indicating that their meeting was over and they were required to head towards their ships. Man would wait until the other two started moving and then followed behind them in silence.
(Zeni)
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Conri Lane
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Post by Conri Lane on Jan 2, 2014 12:51:32 GMT -5
One by one the entire crew that Prometheus Zex had put together was now standing in the docks, the Half-Saiyan's eyes scanning over them all once more. Measuring their power levels as much as he could and trying to see how they might work together as a team, hoping that it wouldn't be difficult for them to cooperate. If this was as important of a mission as Zex was making it out to be, then they had to be able to adapt to the situation and trust each other. Listening to the alien that had brought them all together, he figured that there was probably some contingency thing with these two extra members. Oh well, no point in worrying about it now.
"Alright, let's head out then, we've got a lot of space to cover," he spoke up after Zex was finished speaking to them about the mission. Like the alien he preferred to not waste any more time than was necessary, and the other two had been explained to an extent which was all that he cared about at the moment. Heading towards his ship, they would likely have to decide something once they all met up again and it was likely going to be a pain to decide. Oh well, they would just deal with it and get the job down so that they could get back home, he just hoped that his expectations for what would happen on this mission were wrong.
He contemplated using the nitrous system that had come with a free charge on his ship, it would ensure that the ship got to its destination quickly. Although he didn't know if the other one had it, and they were supposed to stick together so he didn't want to just go and ignore that either. Shrugging slightly, he entered the hatch and took the ship out of stand-by, waiting for Kurosanai and William to get aboard before he would start to take off. (PL please~)
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jan 5, 2014 3:02:10 GMT -5
It appeared that Kurosanai was not the final one to arrive at the meeting point the shady leader of the Omega Collective had selected. It was a relief that he was not that much of a fool that he caused a dignitary to wait on his arrival. Though Izanami would say otherwise, she had been since the day he had returned home. She never cared that he had possibly found a way to get his name spread throughout the galaxy on the back of news that he helped the lord of Alpha Prime, the deliverer of the Galactic Tournament, Prometheus Zex. Kurosanai let out a sigh and let his shoulders shrink a little, if anyone had been paying attention they may have noticed the change in his general aura otherwise no one would have spotted a change. The human’s eyes twitched to the side as another human looking creature approached once again it another person that had not been at the meeting of the original four recruits. This time instead of asking who the new guy was like he had with the other, to which Kurosanai only received a shrug of the shoulders from Frigid, he remained quiet. Then finally the last one to arrive was Banduk Gundu, the Namekian also known as the Green Bean per Kurosanai’s own dubbing.
Prometheus Zex wasted little time and explained in more detail what the mission’s objective was. Although the amount of detail only increased by a very slight margin. The real information that was of more interest to the prodigy of the Muzai was that the blonde kid that seemed as cold as ice, putting Izanami to shame, was named Model Zero and that the human was named Willie Watson. Kurosanai was by no means good at sensing energy and often times had to rely heavily on his Aoiro. Through his clan’s eye technique he could at least gauge how powerful the creature was that stood in front of him.
So quietly to himself he activated his Aoiro. He attempted to keep it concealed as much as he could from the others. First to be evaluated was Willie Watson, the human or at least that is what he thought when using his normal eyes. But when he was looking at him he was not sure what he was seeing. With normal creatures he could see the ki paths running throughout in a somewhat systematic method, the brighter the ki paths often times the stronger the person. Willie Watson’s ki network though did not look like a normal human’s, it was all messed up and looked like it was something made out of gum rather than something ridged. What was he looking at? Turning he turned to Model Zero but unlike Willie Watson’s strange ki network he did not see one coming from the kid. Not a single drop of ki ran through his body which was not physically possible, all living creatures contained ki. Was this man dead? Just as quietly as he had activated his Aoiro he extinguished his eyes and they returned back to normal. Prometheus Zex really did have a knack for meeting strange people.
Then just as quickly as the conversation had started Prometheus Zex had split them into two different groups and dismissed them. Kurosanai had been lucky enough to be assigned to Conri Lane’s crew meaning he got to ride around in the Champion’ Ship which from all the pictures was quite impressive. On top of that he was riding in a ship that the pilot knew all of the hiccups of how it travelled and exactly how to pilot it. The other crew would have to pilot a ship that was given to them by the mysterious lord of Alpha Prime. For all they knew they were going to have to pilot the thing through some sort of space disaster and because they didn’t know exactly how it handled they would crash land on some deserted planet or something. Then it dawned on him that that could happen to them no matter what ship they took. He snickered to himself quietly at the thought. He really needed to find a better way of thinking especially before a big trip like this.
Everyone seemed to be in a rush today. First Frigid turned to leave to get on his ship, followed by Model Zero and then the captain of the ship he was leaving on. So Kurosanai took his lead, he didn’t have any other questions so the prodigy of the Muzai turned to leave. It was then that the full weight of the situation dawned on him causing him to laugh out loud.
Prometheus Zex’s group, the one consisting of; the Champion of the Galactic tournament and formerly flamboyant Saiyan, Conri Lane, the runner up the tournament and Icejin that owed Kurosanai a rematch when he was healthy, Frigid, the mysterious and wise Green Bean Man, Banduk Gundu, the strange gummy ki creature, Willie Watson, the no ki kid, Model Zero and the prodigy of the Muzai, Kurosanai, was finally leaving. The real event and job was now going to start.
They would write sagas about this sort of adventure.
(PL for me please)
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jan 6, 2014 17:35:46 GMT -5
"I hope you haven't been waiting long, gentlemen. Banduk Gundu II, of Namek. I don't believe we've met."
Pleasantries were dealt with quickly and curtly. It seemed in the magnitude of it all, such things were unobserved and unnoticed. Frigid had spoken, as did Banduk, and indeed even William himself, but they all received the same reception. Utter silence; a coldness set in amongst the group. Each looked to the other and thought, can this person be trusted? Will they hold us back? None knew of the dangers they may face and as they were all relative strangers, William and Man especially as the two had not been present at the formal dinner party at which the plan first unfolded.
“Indeed we have not Banduk, though we both participated in the tournament. Of course I did not make it nearly as far as you. I am William Watson Jr. of the Omega Collective, formerly of Earth; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Pulling himself from his own dark, confusing thoughts, Willie focused on the situation at hand. He would have plenty time in the days of traveling to come to obsess on his own truths. After all, this was a job and Watson had always prided himself on a good work ethic. As well, the fact that his Mother’s health hinged on their success demanded his attention. However, no sooner than the sixth and final member of this team arrived, did Prometheus Zex step forward.
”I want to thank you all to responding to my summons so promptly, I am aware that several of you had to travel quite far to return to Alpha Prime. First let me introduce Willie Watson, an associate of mine that will be traveling and working with you. Second Model Zero, an android in my service that will also be assisting. Now I realize the four of you that were invited to my home for dinner and to hear this proposition were not aware that the part was going to consist of more than you six, but at that time I was not completely sure either. You may remember that before you left I had mentioned more preparations I needed to complete before I was ready to send you out, these are those preparations. Let us get down to business; I plan to delay you as little as possible.
Due to increased numbers I feel that it is best you travel in two groups of three. One group shall fly in Conri’ ship, which he has generously agreed to use, and the other three in the ship I have provided. Considering the varying strengths you all possess I suggest these teams. Team 1 in Conri’s ship consisting of Kurosanai, Willie and Conri himself, while in my ship the group of Frigid, Banduk and Man. This is just cautionary in case you are to get separated, but feel free to meet back up once you arrive. As I have told all of you on separate occasions I am not sure what it is you might run into, but it is best to be prepared.”
The lithe ashen giant paused for a moment to scan the collected warriors. His haunting globes seemed to penetrate the very soul of whomever they crossed. They seemed as if formed by darkness and flame; and the burned with intensity Willie had never encountered, though he could guess what it was. It was determination; an unstoppable drive to fulfill his dark selfish goals. It was one of the things William respected, and feared, most about him. An unforgiving intensity burning within his glaring eyes, truly they were portals to the darkness which lied within.
”Beyond that suggestion and warning there is not much else I can give you. Gentlemen, I wish you the best of luck and truly hope you find my previous team sitting on some plateau with a fried ship. If you have no questions I request that you please make haste, I have delayed you long enough.”
With that, the overwhelming presence that was Lord Prometheus took a step back and folded his hands behind him. Just as curt as the introductions, the plan was put out there for all and left to them to decide whether they had any to say or they were as ready and eager as everyone seemed to be. Everyone seemed to choose the latter. First to speak in turn was the Icejin Frigid, who bowed respectively.
"Thank you for the opportunity. You will not be disappointed."
Finishing both the verbal and physical signs of respect, the armor clad creature turned and made his way to his respective team’s ship. Icejin still awed the boy, as despite living and delivering throughout the Omega Collective, rarely had he stepped foot in Beta Minor. Actually the last Delivery he made before he departed for the mission was his first to the Icejin ‘homeworld’ and home to the Planet Trade Organization’s headquarters. It had not gone swimmingly.
"Alright, let's head out then, we've got a lot of space to cover."
After the competitor who came in second in the galactic tournament, it was the winner of said contest who made his way next. And as the first of each team made their way to their respective craft, the owner of William’s team’s ship called out to the rest of those whom would accompany him. It was all business today, though Willie supposed this meeting was more of a formality; they were all ready to begin their journey. After Conri Lane, Kurosanai turned to follow, while Man seemed to be waiting for Banduk before following Frigid, so as to take the rear.
“Lord Zex, I will do everything possible to make sure this mission is a success. Farewell.”
The boy bowed his head before his towering employer before falling in line behind the flamboyant human wearing a tasteful black leather duster which seemed to be just a tad too awesome to be his. Anxiety was tearing through William as his team entered the prize of the galactic tournament. How would the news of his origins affect him? How would it affect the mission?
Too many possibilities, but then again this mission had limitless potential. There was no telling what lie in wait for the warriors of the galactic tournament on this, what may be their most trying and dangerous adventure yet.
[Zeni]
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Post by Banduk Gundu on Jan 14, 2014 11:57:05 GMT -5
The android didn't respond to Banduk's greeting, seeming to be a rather unsociable individual. William, apparently, was more willing to introduce himself. William Watson Jr., who lived on the collective itself, though he was apparently from Earth originally. Banduk's ears perked slightly at the sound of this person's title, which was similar to his own. It seemed they were both given the same name as their respective fathers, which interested Banduk II. The Namekian gave a short bow of his head to William, accepting the greeting. The human-esque companion seemed respectful, at least, which was a plus. He couldn't say the same about the robotic fellow...
Zex finally began giving his explanation as to his preparations to invite the two newcomers, which still bugged Banduk. Prometheus did, indeed, tell them about such preparations, but could have at least told them that they were additional team members. With a silent stare, Banduk listened on. The group would be split into two teams, which seemed logical enough. The slightest smile made its way onto the Namekian's face when he heard of his first team mate, the Icejin who'd earned his respect through battle. After hearing the third member of Team B, however, the small smile vanished. It would mean that the Namekian would have to keep an eye on Man to make sure the artificial warrior could be trusted. So far, nothing of interest stood out about the metallic being, so Gundu was satisfied for the moment.
A few of the other members offered some parting words to Zex, including Frigid. In response to the Icer's words, Banduk simply nodded. "Indeed." he said, following right behind Frigid, who took the lead into the ship. Behind Banduk, Man also boarded, completing the preparations for their departure. Banduk's next adventure was about to begin.
(( PL ))
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Post by graderr on Jan 14, 2014 21:24:59 GMT -5
Prometheus Zex - 1797z Frigid - 1645z Man - 1631z Conri Lane - 1558 pl Kurosanai Muzai - 2233 pl Zasham - 4368z Badunk Gundu - 2085 pl
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