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| Auld-Dog | May 7 2012, 08:19 PM Post #1 |
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RETSOF-DARR: the beginning PART 1 Chapter 1: Preparations to leave. Chapter 2: 1 minute. Vegeta’s End Chapter 3: Arrival Chapter 4: Breakdown Chapter 5: Darrian attack! Chapter 6: Inevitable end Chapter 7: The need to survive Chapter 8: Crash landing Chapter 9: Captured Chapter 10: Fate of the fourth downed ship Chapter 11: Plans for the saiyans Chapter 1: Preparations to leave. Zorn hurried as he made the preparations for the ships. The others gathered their important items as they prepared to leave. Several groups of saiyan warriors and advisors worked across the top tower preparing their ships for takeoff. The children where too small to understand and cried as their parents rushed. It was too soon! Events had sped up faster than was anticipated, their plan had been jeopardised. Frieza had played his hand, taking the saiyan prince Vegeta claiming him as his own, challenging the saiyan people to dare deny him, to challenge him, forcing the race into conflict, forcing the Kings hand. Zorn looked over his shoulder as his sister, Fruya, tended to the six saiyan infants cries, quickly carrying them in their basket into the saiyan ship, Zorn continued putting in the co-ordinates, plotting the ships hyper drive to their destination. Zorns cousin the large, strong warrior Bekka came over and aided Fruya with the crying infants gently putting them in position, making sure they where secure. Zorn had not heard from the king since he and his elite soldiers had left to confront the tyrant and get back the prince, at any cost. The black haired saiyan had been King Vegeta’s closest friend since they had been children, as young as these six babes where now, they had always shared a special bond born of loyalty and hardship. The king had aided Zorn in fights and Zorn had aided the king in disputes of the mind. Zorn knew that the king had failed, in his soul the king was now dead. To think that his friend, the King of all the Saiyans on planet Vegeta had the courage to face the invincible tyrant, Frieza in single combat. King Vegeta was great, his young son greater but Zorn knew even in his full battle state he was no match. Frieza was a monster of immeasurable strength, even compared to the giant Oozaru form of a hundred saiyans. Zorn had seen it in the kings eyes; death, but their was always that strength of the spirit which spurned him, which made him the king. King Vegeta had ordered Zorn to gather as many of the saiyans in the royal house as possible and make preparations to leave planet Vegeta. Zorn had told his immediate family, Bekka, Fruya and several others to gather at his ship and make preparations for immediate evacuation. Nine adults where in Zorns ship including himself with six infants, his nieces and nephews. The earth beneath Zorns feet violently rumbled, the shaking increased, growing in strength, he watched as saiyan towers in the distance fell, their pillars crumbling, shattering. He struggled to stand, falling over , gouts of fire burst hundreds of feet in the sky not metres from the platform, lava from the core gushing out as the heart of the planet was crushed in on itself. It was time to leave. The palace crumbled and crashed, masonry crumbling, great slabs of rock falling to the ground crushing citizens and palace soldiers underneath. Planet Vegeta was a minute from detonation. Frieza had killed the saiyans. |
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| FamousBueller | May 7 2012, 11:53 PM Post #2 |
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| Auld-Dog | May 10 2012, 08:08 PM Post #3 |
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Thanks. Care to share any thoughts or feedback, mate? im open |
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| Auld-Dog | May 10 2012, 08:25 PM Post #4 |
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Chapter 2: 1 minute. Vegeta’s End The warriors ran to their ships. Zorns raced to the controls inside the cockpit and initiated its take off sequence, the strong Bekka shutting the door behind him as he sat in the co-pilots chair. His family strapped themselves into position as she took off. Several other ships took off just seconds after. He watched as the ground cracked and split, red boiling lava oozing out mere moments before a jet of fire burst into the air enveloping a craft to his right, encloding it like a fist closing over a bug. Zorn saw the horror in the eyes of the pilot moments before the flames hungrily swallowed him from sight. He involuntarily turned away as the other ship exploded, the shockwave slammed into his just as another pillar of fire blazed just where his craft had been but moments before. Zorns piloting skills where second to none as his reflexes kicked in as several jets of pillars of fire and lava roared a mile into the sky. She twisted and turned, gaining altitude avoiding the burning pillars of fire that licked her flanks, zooming past them. The crafts nose rising sharply into the sky, Zorn pulling up on the steering. He wrestled with the ships steering, Bekka sitting next to him aiding in the power struggle, together they jetted the craft into clouds, the white sun shined in the blue sky above. The Gi force pressed the Saiyan warriors hard into their seats aboard the craft as she left the planets atmosphere. In the distance of space above the atmosphere of planet Vegeta, Zorn could see the small ship that belonged to Frieza, see the giant ball of orange flame that had gouged deeply into the core of planet Vegeta, killing their homeworld. He cursed his name through gritted teeth. The planet was reaching critical point, great orange cracks split over its surface, ripping continents apart, destroying proud cities and murdering the greatest warrior race the universe had known. Zorn punched his finger into the hyper drive system, several other saiyans ships flew alongside, their pilots performing the same action at the same time under his command. Planet Vegeta’s core exploded, gushing out its blood in fiery sparks into space. The world collapsed in on itself briefly as a great vacuum pulled the planet in, a giant ball of flame, before exploding in a flash of bright white light. The shockwave from the exploding planet rapidly catching up to the fleeing ships. One craft was crushed by the blast, its shell buckling under the force, engine exploding instantly killing the Saiyan passengers. Zorn and the remaining six ships hyper drives kicked in, blasting off into space in a flash of light and immense speed escaping planet Vegeta’s destructive death. Aboard his alien craft, protected from the planets explosion by its shields, the tyrant, Frieza chuckled and laughed. A pleasure of sheer joy consuming his being as he viewed the end of his greatest threat, the Saiyans and their homeworld in a blaze of fire. The king was dead, his people annihiliated, and he had his prize pet trophy; the Saiyan prince, Vegeta. Freiza though, had witnessed dozens of random small groups of saiyan ships and pods jetison from the world before she exploded, some did not leave in time and where swallowed in the planets destruction. Many more than he liked, escaped and where lost in the blackness of space as they headed towards unknown stars. Freiza's laughter settled into a smile, he would make a team to hunt down these ‘rogue’ Saiyans, he would make sure that the Saiyan race was all but extinct. The legend would never live. Edited by Auld-Dog, May 10 2012, 08:26 PM.
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| Auld-Dog | May 13 2012, 11:12 PM Post #5 |
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Chapter 3: Arrival The surviving six saiyan ships dropped out of hyper space, hulls scathed by the blast from planet Vegeta. Zorn lurched forward in his seat as they ship jarred. A sonic boom emanated as the saiyan ships bursts into normal space, all the passengers where unharmed but where badly disorientated, this passed in minutes as the effects of hyper drive jump dissipated. A blue planet faced them and grew bigger as their spacecrafts approached. Large expanses of yellow continents covered the mid part of the world, patches of white covering the north pole, red and black layering the south pole. The four moons that usually clustered together had separated in their one month cycle of the planet, the month known as the Monsters season as the moons gravity pulled on all four corners of the planet affecting climate, the seas, the weather and the people. This event happened every ten to fifteen years with varying degrees of intensity as the planet circled closer to the local green sun. The lush world entered its darkest period for one whole month when the death tolls from the natural disasters escalated a hundred times and the mental instability levels sky rocketed leading to mass suicides and homicides in the build up as the four moons separated and slowly moved apart and covered the lush world. This event peaked when all four where at opposite ends of the planet in the last five days of Monsters season before they quickly where pulled back together, returning to their original clustered state. Only the strong survived these times, a harsh world to live on for this single month every five years. The rest of the year the planet was the most beautiful world with an abundance of life, a great people of technological advancement. Often for these periods between the Monster seasons the planet was hospitalised by many other species who lived and traded. When Monsters season came around again only the local inhabitants could live on the deadly beautiful blue and yellow world. Zorn and the rest of his saiyan comrades knew this was a dangerous time to arrive but they had no choice, they all braced themselves in their ships to enter the atmosphere. Retsof-Darr was in sight. *** ‘Commander we have just picked up a signal from one of our satellites in space!’ the Darrian comms man shouted over to the his taller commanding officer, Dess. ‘It appears to be seven saiyan ships all heading for Retsof-Darr Prime. They must have appeared out of hyper space as none of the other planets have reported them. How could they have attained the co-ordinates?!’ ‘Saiyans!’ Dess bellowed, he snorted in alarm. Dess was aware of the planets current situation, they where half way into the Monsters season, the moons had not yet reached the four corners but still things where harsh. The ten seas crashed together and caused tidal waves, tornadoes ripped across the continents in their hundreds and hurricanes would tear through the mountains causing avalanches, mud falls and flinging giant rocks the size of houses like pebbles. A chain reaction on a planetary scale. Preparations where always taken, people escorted to safety zones, male and female separated, power barriers erected to push out the worst of the storms. The death toll was low but was slowly beginning to rise, the hardest thing to control. Darrians where far more resistant to the moons rays but where not able to resist them completely, just better than many races who had tried to live on Retsof-Darr Prime. All alien races have been dead in the first week who had attempted to during Monsters season. Now saiyans had appeared! Possibly an attack force, there where enough of them to bring Retsof-Darr to its knees once they transformed into their unstoppable and mighty Oozaru states. The timing couldn’t have been better on their part if they where here for invasion. However in the past, talks had been arranged between a small group of Retsof-Darrs most important officials and commanders, Dess included, with the saiyan elites and the King himself to unite and organise a war effort to overthrow Frieza. The Darrian people and the Saiyans hated Frieza more than their dislike for each other. Things made even less sense on these terms. Only these select few would know about the union in order to protect this secret rebellion. Either side being aware that Frieza could crush them in an instant should his spies learn of these plans to defeat him. Frieza’s spies where everywhere. How else could this saiyan party have attained the codes to appear out of hyper space at this exact point, where they here as allies or enemies, unannounced? Why now if it is peaceful intentions, in the Monsters season, they would know this event would happen at this time? If they had appeared a month before or after then paranoia would not be so high but in these conditions with so many saiyan ships could he take that risk? What if the saiyans had betrayed the Darrians and where now preparing to finish them off, or had they been found out? Measures had to be taken now! ‘Contact the ships and ask for landing codes and reason for being here. What are their intentions?! Until we are sure send out all of our units and prepare them for full assault. No mercy should these scum have betrayed us!!’ The Darrian on the comms responded and sent out a signal to the oncoming ships. Edited by Auld-Dog, May 20 2012, 01:17 PM.
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| Auld-Dog | May 20 2012, 01:12 PM Post #6 |
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Chapter 4: Breakdown Zorn an Bekka struggled with their crafts controls as it entered the atmosphere of Retsof-Darr, flames blazed in front of the ship, it shook and thundered round them. She held strong and stayed true to her course, the flames flashed further across the ship, completely covering the viewing dome on the front. The comms squawked and squeaked into life, Zorn turned and listened as a voice spoke. It was in the broad accent of the Darrian people, it was asking for landing codes and to state why they where here. Zorn shouted at his co-pilot the strong Bekka to take control of the ship as he dealt with the comms man on the other end. The voice repeated its questions, urging that if they did not reply then they would be destroyed. Zorn spoke into the device, the ship rocking and bouncing up and down as gravity grabbed hold of their ship. He gave the codes that only he knew: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Detailing that they where here sooner than expected as events had gone beyond their control, they had come in peace and where seeking salvation. The Darrian voice sounded again and asked the same question. Zorn was taken aback but quickly repeated the message, then realised that it was useless. A screen on the monitor blinked indicating the ships dish had suffered from the backlash of planets Vegetas explosion. His ships communication devices had been damaged, planet Vegeta’s explosion must have short circuited their ship. They could receive but couldn’t send out long range communications. Zorn tried to contact the pilots on the other ships, he got through to them, short range worked between the ships as they where all on the same frequency and where within range. All pilots told him the same thing, all of their ships lacked long range communication. The Darrian did not repeat his message. *** On the planets surface, the Darrian comms man told Dess that none of the saiyan ships had responded and had ignored their questions and now had entered a mile into Retsof-Darrs atmosphere. ‘Tell all units to prepare to open fire! We cannot risk invasion!’ Dess ordered. There could be no hesitation, in the Monsters season when the moons are high, the Darrians are at their weakest while the saiyans would be at their strongest. The risk was too great. Was he feeling the effects of the moons, was he losing his mind? No! He was the commander of the Darrian forces, too much responsibility rested on his shoulders. In the Monsters season, only the strong survived. ’FIRE!’ |
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| Auld-Dog | May 27 2012, 10:15 PM Post #7 |
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Chapter 5: Darrian attack! The flames that blazed over the front blew out as the ship entered normal atmosphere. Zorn ordered all saiyan ships to land as quickly as possible, to get out of the air. Alarms screamed throughout the ship, signalling incoming attack. The ship rocked violently to the left then the right, two explosions slamming into its hull. Bekka gained control of the ship and swerved as a massive beam of electrical energy blasted towards them, just clipping the front. Zorn stared in horror as a Saiyan ships wreckage fell burning out of the sky. The Darrians believed they where here to invade and he couldn’t tell them otherwise. It was the Monsters season, the people would be at their most dangerous. If the ships remained together they would be easy targets for their weapons to lock onto. Zorn shouted into the comms to the remaining ships pilots to separate, head off in different directions to weaken the enemies targeting and land as quickly as possible and to remain in their ships, to avoid looking in the sky as the moon was out. Should the Darrians see them transform then they would instantly slaughter them. Zorn grabbed the controls and prepared to fly directly into the oncoming fire, hoping that with his piloting skills and the Darrians paranoia he could distract them from the other ships and survive long enough till he had to land himself. *** Dess watched through his telescopic lens on his Wartank viewing the destruction of the first Saiyan craft, the Beam cannon machines awesome fire power slicing into their hulls. Single giant spherical orbs, a circular platform sat atop these orbs, a box of steel rested on the lower machine this was a massive cannon, a shark with teeth, that fired electrical beams of yellow energy that could punch holes into mountains; the Beam Cannon. Dess grew amused as the remaining five separated, four shooting off in four different directions, the fifth dropping out of the sky before looping and turning avoiding most of the enemy fire and drawing them away from the other ships. Clever, very clever but it was not enough, the Darrians where no fools. Dess bellowed orders to his lieutenants to tell their units to track the other four ships, cross fire and use the power of their satellites to bring them down. The ground troops would distract the ships with fire and the space cannon satellites would finish the job, they would only get a few shots before they would need time to power up again. The fifth ship, the bait, was too close for the cannon to be used. Orders where given and machines six metres long, with four cannon turrets, two on either side of the top half of these tanks on the ground raised themselves on four legs standing twenty feet; WalkerTanks. They ran across the ground at a rapid pace catching up with the fleeing saiyan ships in the sky firing as they traversed across the earth. They went in groups of forty separating into teams, they fired on either side of each fleeing Saiyan ship. The Saiyan pilot struggled to avoid the worst of the firepower that ripped along his hull, swerving round he was caught again and was forced into a box in midair. The Darrians where experts in this strategy. Thin orange beams sliced through the clouds from space lanced down and hit the first pinned ship, momentarily knocking out its power before a massive red beam burned through the roof, destroying the craft easily, slaying the Saiyans. Squadrons of WalkerTanks caught up with a second Saiyan ship, firing their weapons, manoeuvring themselves to adapt to the pilot as he swerved and dodged their fire slowly boxing his ship in as the Beam Cannon fired, just scratching the ships scorched hull as the pilot changed trajectory. Inside the ships cockpit the pilot growled in frustration, not only was he unable to escape the Darrians firepower and land but back in the ships where the other saiyans where, an argument had broken out. Saiyans where preparing to leave, preferring to brave the conditions outside rather than wait inside the ship waiting to die. One of them a senior member intervened reminding his younger cousins what Zorn had told them. They where not here to start a war with Retsof-Darr, they had come seeking salvation, a misunderstanding had resulted but as soon as they landed they could rectify the situation. The younger saiyans disagreed, they wouldn’t live long enough to land, the Darrians would destroy the ship around them, they preferred to die fighting. The senior reminded them that the moons had separated, it was Monsters season, the entire planet was covered in the moons rays. If they left the confines of the ship they would transform into Oozarus and not all of them could control their transformed state, Zorn didn’t want unnecessary bloodshed. The Retsof-Darr people had advanced technology, their weapons would be powerful enough to kill them even in their apelike form. The Darrians where fully prepared and would deny them the time needed to fully transform killing them on sight. It would be a waste. They had to trust in Zorn. The pilot shouted as the ship was caught in the orange beams, an electrical charge shot up his arms stunning him, his body shaking violently as the strong current passed through him, the arguing saiyans where all zapped by the current as well . The ship crashed into a mountain side, the Saiyan passengers where thrown forward slamming into the wall that separate the cockpit from the main deck. Moments later the red beam hit the ship detonating its core, none of the Saiyans escaped. The third ship only just avoided the orange beams and swooped low to the ground, braving the firepower of the WalkerTanks over the satellites. The ship was going too fast to land, a Darrian WalkerTank loomed in front opening fire, its four turrets combining to create a single more powerful weapon; a pulse cannon. The yellow beam blazed through the front of the speeding ship, vaporising the flesh off the saiyan pilots bones before ripping out of the back, destroying its engines. The saiyan passengers roared as one as their damaged ship slammed into the murdering Darrian WalkerTank, exploding as the two metal machines collided, killing the crew from either ship. The fourth ships pilot dived bombed her ship out of the sky in a vertical angle, dropping like a dart, charging into the ground, too fast to land. At the last second the pilot, Evencha a female saiyan with long black hair pulled up sharply just as a red powerful beam punched a hole into the ground behind her. The walking tanks commanders that ran alongside her ship didn’t expect what happened next as she swerved the saiyan ship into their thick steel legs. One team of forty Darrian WalkerTanks all toppled and fell as their legs where taken out, falling like a stack of dominoes. Evencha laughed and climbed the ship into the air before diving back down at the second tank team, she rolled through them, in their haste some of the WalkerTanks opened fire on their own comrades exposed rears, with the effects of Monsters season taking hold of the tanks crews sanity they returned fire. Forty WalkerTanks where destroyed in the ‘friendly cross-fire‘, none of the crew lived. Evencha laughed at the stupidity of the Darrian people, no strategy could beat her. She was a Saiyan woman! |
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| TrunksinSwimmingTrunks | May 28 2012, 01:42 AM Post #8 |
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Only read the first 2 parts but swear I've read this before. Edit: 1st few chapters actually Edited by TrunksinSwimmingTrunks, May 28 2012, 01:43 AM.
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kamizake pyro is a girl? olsiw Make the old spam section viewable plz | |
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| Auld-Dog | May 29 2012, 05:11 PM Post #9 |
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Aye, probably true. I posted up this story under my other account name, BattleMetal, but i lost access to that account for a time due to changing my password. Got 'Tim' to help me access that account again though. I asked if it would be ok to repost this story as i wanted to redo it and add in new content and chapters during PART 2: The New Blood, without having to EDIT the whole thing (be there for ages). Thanks for replying, hope this response helps clear things up
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| Auld-Dog | Jun 2 2012, 11:02 AM Post #10 |
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Chapter 6: Inevitable end Zorn looped and turned, gritting his teeth, breathing in sharply as a missile detonated a metre away from the flanks of his ship. Damn it why couldn’t they see that they hadn’t even returned fire, had they completely lost their minds, had Monsters season consumed them already? Damn them! He couldn’t keep this up, even with his reflexes and piloting skills the ship was taking a heavy battering under the constant concentrated fire. Screams blared through his comms channel, two more of the saiyan ships had just been destroyed, the enemy where prepared, as he heard the deaths of the third ship, more of his brother saiyans had been killed. Out of the seven that had arrived to Retsof-Darr Prime only two ships remained. Zorn flew up high into the sky, the Darrians firepower just missing the tail end of his ship as she climbed higher, he swerved to the right and flew out to the mountains trying to escape the worst of the enemy fire. The comms crackled into life as a familiar humorous voice chimed through, she was always enjoying herself in the face of death; Evencha ‘These guys really know how to fight hard. Wish we where here to kill them, the bastards!’ she laughed across the speakers, bright and sparky and a bit mad as always, ‘the others are all dead Zorn. Maybe staying to die on Vegeta wasn’t so bad after all. What am I saying this is too fun! I’m going to try to land, ive taken heavy damage. Think my flying has made the others a bit ill, they’re looking a bit green, kids are having a ball though. They will get over it, that’s if we survive this mess. Take care of yourself Zo- !’ Transmission was cut off as a burst of static and sound screeched through the speakers. Zorn cursed, had Evencha been killed now as well?!! Distracted for that moment Zorns ship was hit by a missile that detonated on the front under the right side. Zorn gasped as the front right of the ship exploded inwards, instinctively he covered his face with his arms. In slow motion he saw Bekka’s body pierced by steel as his control panel burst into shards in his face before fire hungrily leapt up his body, consuming him in a burst of flames before being blown to pieces as he took the brunt of the blast. Zorn was blown backwards. The bottom of his seat ripped out of the floor, slamming hard into the steel wall that separated the pilots from the passengers, denting it, his right side scorched from his abdomen to his face. Zorn groggily pushed himself out of his seat, suddenly he was toppling, being bounced round the ships front; the craft spinning crazily. Out the blasted hole in the front he could see mountain peaks getting closer very, very quickly. |
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| Auld-Dog | Jun 4 2012, 04:29 PM Post #11 |
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Chapter 7: The need to survive Zorn punched his arm hard into the steel wall, it gave way under the force of his punch. Looping his tail into the hole he just made he punched another hole and pulled himself away from the front of the ships gaping hole. Edging his way to the door, his empty seat still jammed into the dented wall, the door didn’t open, clenching his fists, he built a small amount of power into the palm of his hand, pink energy crackled as he grunted and a beam of his power launched from his right hand blowing the door out. He climbed through the hole and saw that the ships interior had suffered more damage, many holes riddled into the hull had slain three of his family. The saiyan escape pods had all been damaged beyond repair except one, his surviving family members all where out of their chairs, gripping onto any solid surface that they could. Fruya was gripping the roof of the ship and reached out grasping Zorn by his forearm with her tail pulling him towards her. The ship jerked and flipped and rolled back to a horizontal position as it scraped over a high mountain top, a huge hole gouged out of the floor, the Saiyans leapt back. The crafts autopilot system jerked into life, righting the craft into a horizontal position, still she plummeted. The damaged craft continued to spin falling out the sky, a few miles from impact. Zorn and Fruya where slammed into the roof before collapsing to the floor, the other three remaining saiyans helped them both to their feet. Zorn acted fast, there was no moment for respite, he ordered them all to prepare to abandon ship. He hurried to where the infants slept, he smiled briefly. He couldn’t believe that they where at peace during all this chaos, how he envied them, ignorant of their possible fate but only if he allowed it. Quickly he scooped two infants into his arms, Fruya helped him carry the rest an they placed all six into the remaining operational pod. ‘There’s not enough room for an adult to get in with them. They must survive this, the pod will be small and too fast for the Darrians weapons to lock on to, it will shield them from the moons rays as well. We can fly out after the pod has been jettisoned, everyone must wear their armour to survive the landing impact. When we get outside avoid looking into the sky, the full moon is out if we survive the landing we cannot risk transforming into our Oozaru states or the Darrians will kill us!’ Zorn spoke quickly to Fruya and the remaining three adult saiyans, his kin as he pressed the ejection button that launched the pod and the sleeping children away from the falling damaged ship. *** Dess’s lieutenants reported back to him, informing him that three more of the saiyan ships where destroyed, one squad had lost a single WalkerTank. A fourth saiyan ship had been shot down and had landed, troops where sent in to deal with any survivors. Two squads of WalkerTanks had been taken down, one being crippled the other annihilated. Losses where not tolerated but had to be expected in conflict. Dess had seen the fifth ship, the bait fly off and swerve before the front had been hit by a missile, an explosion of fire had blazed out as the ship spun and vertically dropped out of the sky, four miles from impact. Weapons had ceased fire but the ship righted itself, as it jarred against one of the highest mountains peak, scraping along it, ripping a gash into its underside, righting itself as it disappeared into the rocky canyons. Seconds later Dess watched a pod escape the damaged ship, immediately Darrian weapons roared into life but the pod was small and fast, impossible to hit as it sped towards the ground. The damaged ship, still falling, smoke and flames billowing out of its shell came under more fire, a powerful red beam from the sky blasted down its centre and blew the rest of the ship into smithereens. Chunks of flaming debris shooting off in various directions. Now nearly all the saiyans had been killed. The ones who had tried to escape in the pod would be engaged by his troops and killed. Dess and his force set out to deal with the last of these invaders. No mercy would be given. |
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| Auld-Dog | Jun 8 2012, 01:09 PM Post #12 |
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Chapter 8: Crash landing The ship was in pieces now, huge holes had been blasted into the hull, smoke and fire filled the compartment. Zorn ripped out the outer door, his muscles bulged under the strain. He motioned to the others it was time to leave making sure that he would be the last to exit the doomed vessel. Suddenly the ship was rocked by more enemy fire, Zorns hand snapped out and gripped the sides of the entryway as he lost his balance. Zorn turned an looked into the anguished eyes of his sister Fruya and the other three kin as they stumbled backwards. The three where engulfed in an intense red light of intense heat vaporising their bodies. The red beam burned through the floor and spread out. Before the ship blew up, Fruya leaped forward an shoved Zorn hard across the chest, saving him as she was engulfed in flames, Zorn cried out her name as he was pushed, falling away from its smoking hull. The explosion of the ship punched into him hard, launching him backwards, the flames licked at his already scorched body. Zorn burned with pain as he fell screaming towards the rocky ground below. Fruya’s face burned in his mind. Gathering his senses moments before he landed, blocking out the pain as the image of his sister was replaced by the children in the pod, the last of his family. He would not end it like this! Zorn summoned his full strength and concentrated it into a bubble of pink energy that surrounded his body like a shield. Like a shooting star Zorn impacted into the rocky ground, a whoosh of soil and dirt was thrown ten feet in the air, the ground cratered, cracked rings splitting round the central point for forty feet. The dirt and rocks scattered as they fell back down to the ground. Slowly everything was still. Nothing moved. Zorn roared and burst out of the crater in a deviant effort. Bloody, scorched and bruised and broken, he flopped back down, his strength spent, pain consuming him, Zorns eyes rolled back into his skull, he blacked out. Behind Zorns broken unconscious body the pod that contained the six saiyan infants had landed, the infants still slept, content. The burning remains of the wreckage of his ship crashed into the earth as well. All the saiyans had finally fallen. |
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| Auld-Dog | Jun 16 2012, 10:07 AM Post #13 |
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Chapter 9: Captured Zorn awoke, groaning, his body ached all over. Bones moved with a life of their own, his face felt badly swollen and sore. An invisible force pulled on the back of his head. He had a strong urge to pull his head up, his muscles twitched with anticipation. NO! It was the moons pull, the gravity force tugging at his psyche, its glow pouring over him. A series of foot falls stomped just in front of his head, huge thunderous feet smashed into the ground as machines marched behind the figure. Multiple bodies landed heavily on the ground as troops left their machines surrounding him. They where here, their leader stood before him. Zorns body was shaking violently as he resisted the moons pull; it promised strength and wonders and the power for revenge. His blood boiled with rage at the memory of the death of his sister, of his family but he knew it would lead to his death, he fought off the urge to kill, his thoughts turned towards the infants. They needed him. ‘Speak saiyan! Look up into the sky and you’ll be blown to pieces before you can wag that monkey tail of yours!’ Dess growled, his sabre rifle pointed at the top of the saiyans head. The body was bleeding and filthy and still sizzled from the flames from the exploding ship, its wreckage crackling off in the distance, the heat being felt even from here. Incredibly durable people these saiyans, Dess observed. Hundreds of clicks of rifles sounded as they cocked ready to fire, machines hummed into live as their weapons powered up preparing to overkill the saiyan. ‘Speak and you may live long enough to see the others in that pod die!’ Dess’s crew had picked up the pods landing zone and the still form of the saiyan warrior on their sensors and approached. Dess wanted to see this warrior face to face and left the safety of his WalkerTank. He wanted to hear it from the saiyans lips why they had come. Should the saiyan react and attempt a transformation or take Dess hostage then his soldiers where given the order to open fire, he would not be bartered with; the Darrians would kill Dess and the saiyan to protect Retsof-Darr. ‘Peace,’ Zorn said, his throat was raw from the pain of his body and fighting the urge to look into the moons glow. He slowly looked up, being careful to avoid the moon, he could feel its pull from his left side, he kept his left eye closed as he took in the appearance of the commander, Dess. They had met during the secret meeting of the rebellion to overthrow Freiza between the people of Retsof-Darr and the saiyans. Dess stood at seven feet tall from his front legs to his head, large for his people who usually where six feet tall. His lower horse like body was covered in very short dark purple hair, his silver battle armour covered his back and flanks, black tail swishing from side to side. The commanders upper body sat atop front legs from the waist up was more humanoid, his skin a lighter shade of purple, his muscles bulged, massive shoulders covered in silver guards, his torso covered down the middle in armour. His black mane mohawked from his forehead to the nape of his skull at the back, hair that stood out a yard on end; a centaur. Keen bright blue eyes met Zorns gaze, the lids widened as recognition grew, the nostrils flared and snorted. Dess remembered Zorns face from the meetings despite its battered appearance. The centaur snorted again, his left foreleg pawed the dirt. ‘Peace, Zorn?!’ Dess asked, the sabre rifle did not move still pointing into Zorns face, ’What is this treachery?’ ‘No- !’ Zorn said, gritting his teeth as he felt some broken ribs move as he raised his voice, he hawked and spat up blood, calming down he spoke again, ’Frieza has killed our homeworld. Planet Vegeta is gone, the King is dead, the saiyans are crushed,’ ‘Why would Frieza do this? Did he find out about the our plans to overthrow him. Speak damn you?!’ ‘Frieza feared the saiyans. He kidnapped prince Vegeta and challenged the saiyan people. The King took up arms and went to face Frieza. The king failed and Frieza destroyed planet Vegeta in a single attack. We escaped and came here using the co-ordinates that was given to us. We didn’t have time to prep you about our coming. Our ships where damaged in the blast, knocking out our long range communication, preventing us from contact,’ Zorn said, his mind racing with what had happened in only the past thirty minutes. ‘Frieza is that powerful?! He destroyed the saiyans in a single attack?! His greatest warriors. By the gods how can such a monster exist?! You didn’t come here to invade then...’ Dess thought out loud, finding it hard to believe and yet he trusted Zorn, King Vegeta’s most trusted advisor. The saiyan was wounded and yet found the strength to speak, to avoid the moons glow. Such power these saiyans possessed, something Dess admired in any race; strength of the spirit. |
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| Auld-Dog | Jul 15 2012, 09:18 PM Post #14 |
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Chapter 10: Fate of the fourth downed ship The fourth ship, piloted by Evencha, heavily damaged landed hard. She was very skilled, landing the piece of junk that the craft had been reduced too in the fire fight landing. The Saiyan woman had come out and roared at his troops that she was Evencha and she would kill them all for hurting the children. She began to transform into the terrifying Oozaru state, before they could stop her several other male saiyans had appeared and in their rage and thirst for revenge forgot what Zorn had told them and looked into the moons rays, charging at the Darrian attack force. Dess’s troops had opened fire, barely killing the males before they fully transformed, dropping them at their feet. The female Evencha attained her full apelike form. Easily she destroyed a battalion of troops in a single blast of raw power from her mouth. Troops fired upon her, their shots bouncing harmlessly off her hide, Beam cannons rolled up and fired they had more impact as they staggered the monster. Still onwards she raged, finally a Beam Cannons wounded the female, the yellow beam hitting her directly in the face. Evencha’s eyes exploded in their sockets, her muzzled face scorched black. Blinded the enraged beast lashed out, crushing Dess's centaurs under foot, in her hands, devouring their bodies between her teeth. Destroying more WalkerTanks with her giant fists, smashing them aside like toys, snarling, picking up the Beam Cannon that had blinded her as it charged its weapon preparing to unleash another blast. Too late! Evencha ripped it in half. Dess gave the order for the satellites cannon to be used, knowing that it would mean sacrificing more of his centaur warriors lives as they where inside its blast range. Retsof-Darr Prime was his priority. The troops bravely fired on giant ape Evencha’s body, distracting the enraged blinded female Oozaru, thin orange beams lanced from above. Slicing into her body, amputating her limbs, Evencha roared in pain, her defiance echoing through the mountains, raising her head a lethal beam erupted from her throat directly into the sky above as powerful and terrifying as this proud female saiyan. Seconds later the giant lethal red beam hit on target, blazing over her head destroying what was left of her body, along with the saiyan ship. The ground troops that surrounded her where vaporised, not even the centaurs inside their machines where saved. The centaur soldiers, the Darrians sacrificing their lives to protect the people of Retsof-Darr against an ‘enemy’ that unknowingly, was never their nemesis. Both sides died in vain. |
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| Auld-Dog | Jul 15 2012, 09:24 PM Post #15 |
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Chapter 11: Plans for the saiyans Captain Dess had Zorn escorted by the medics into a WalkerTank. Zorn would be spared, for now, he would prove useful with his knowledge once he was healed. The Saiyan had blacked out but not before telling Dess that the pod held only infant saiyans, possibly the last of the saiyan race. Dess had orders to take the sleeping infants as well and pass them onto the Prime 3. Again Dess was impressed by the Saiyans, even as children they where remarkably durable. The effects of the Monsters season had not driven them mad, other species would not have been able to sleep as their minds where twisted into nightmarish dreams. Dess’s mind turned to where the six babes where going; the Prime 3. He didn’t trust the scientist group, the Prime 3, strangers that where not local to Retsof-Darr, alien beings that had come from a far off galaxy. They had served the Darrian people well, providing them with technology to protect them from the worst of the Monsters season, technology to fly crafts into the air, even in space but still they where always experimenting,. Often it would lead to disastrous results that Dess and his centaurs would have to deal with. Word had reached Retsof-Darr that planet Vegeta had been destroyed in a meteor shower. So it was true, the saiyans where destroyed. Just not all of them. The truth had been covered up so other races wouldn’t panic and unite in fear of Frieza. What would this mean then for survivors, would Frieza hunt them down if he truly feared the saiyans? Of all races the Saiyans had the power to possibly challenge Frieza’s. An army of them maybe but a single saiyan warrior? It was rumoured in the myths and legends of the saiyan people that every few thousand years a Super Saiyan would be born. A fighter of unmatched strength, the greatest warrior in the universe. To Dess this was just folklore and stories, trivial hopes and dreams that never bared any facts, any real substance but to the Prime 3 they believed it to be true. Whispers that their ancestors had bared witness to this legendary warrior many millennia ago fuelled their ambition. Now the Prime 3 wished to learn more of these myths from Zorn, to create their own Super Saiyan. Dess had lost many units this day and still they where only half way into Monsters season. His forces would now be stretched. The rebellion would continue, it would take longer to overthrow the tyrant without the strength of the saiyan people. Now all they had was this handful as opposed to a planets worth of saiyans.... These saiyans would be taken into captivity, tests would be carried out by the Prime 3 scientists to utilise the full scope of their power. Experiments to create the ultimate, loyal super soldier would begin. |
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