[D] Outland moves on to Aztec Tower

[Burter]

PCs: Broli, Bulma, King Cold, Minoshia


A few hours after the Amour Village fiasco, Outland arrived at their next Syntech destination.

[Burter]

Broli stepped into his tent to grab a pen and paper to use for a note to send elsewhere. He picked up the pen and reached for the paper when he saw it. He stopped for a moment when he realized his sleeping bag was ruffled. Even after he smoothed it out.

"Die!" Came a shout. A figure jumpd out from behind him.

Broli's hand shot backwards. The pen puncured the man's throat, and he flew backwards, out of the tent. The tent toppled over on Broli just as he turned to look and see if more were around














































Assassination failed. The killer was murdered, and can't talk.

[King Cold444]

?I take nothing for granted, no matter what it may seem. However egotistical and self-centered I may seem, know that in my heart I am careful in the ways I choose to do what exactly I may find myself doing.? King Cold stated, overlooking the crowding band of supremacy. At his grasp was his newfound ability, to revert to a hulking stature and harness the call of heightened prowess. ?I take nothing for granted soldiers, and you shouldn?t either. That?s the foundations behind my style.?

Having been inquired by the soldiers on his hardhearted stance and disposition, he broke it down into the subtlest form he could digress. After all, he didn?t want everyone going around with knowledge of his tactics. Word had turned to epidemic about the camp, their commander Broli?s life at liberty for his valiant actions during this wartime. His strategic genius, alongside that of the preceding monarch of the planet Vegeta, was brilliance. In these six days Cold himself had marched upon two villages alongside his brothers in arms, but he was certain their influence had spread further with the politicking the commanding officers had been achieving behind the closed curtains of the tents.

Strategic points were imprinted in his thoughts, tactical locations and calculated easing of the enemy into a swarm of bluecoats. They would break by submission at the heels of Dante. The Syntech forces crippling had done wonders for the spirits of the soldiers, who bore the very solemn visage of the reaper as they jostled along. King Cold marched amongst them, his eyes set on the towers overlooking the entire field as a drifting wind guided a ceaseless snow upon them. It was light first, but as they began to venture further into Syntech?s territory its passionate downward spiral and blanketing grew. Boots crunched over the inviting cold, the king taking delight with his bare feet guiding him over the blanket of Frost once more. Slowly shaking his head, shaking away the repeated oddities of his personal affairs he shivered. Nothing having to do with the chilly temperament of the cascading snowfall, but in the distance and through the fog of the storm he could clearly make out the erect structure, their next trophy.

An outstretched finger seemed to highlight the lone structure, as when he guided the eyes of the soldiers whose morale seemed to dwindle, everyone suddenly noted its outline amongst the haze of snowfall. They kept it quiet, only their sweeping march perturbed the quiet.

?So, Cold,? One of the soldiers had demanded his attention with his sudden intrusion. Between organizing his misplaced thoughts and conceiving devious strategies the changeling scoffed aloud, his eyes set upon one who hadn?t appreciated the tranquility as he had. ?You think we could do something major, for this one? Something major would always be appreciated, just to take back home. Story to share with mercs who?d fought the war on Vegeta.?

Cold turned away from the soldier, considering his choice of words very selectively. ?I just might be able to do that. Can?t guarantee any promises, but stick by me soldier and I?ll do whatever I can to lead you to conquest.?

?I wonder whose home we?ve come upon.? Cold?s statement questioned no one in particular, his lips splitting from the mislaid achromatic crescent to a grin of poorly concealed zeal. Separating from his brigade, he?d come upon Broli and nodded when the saiyajin acknowledged him with his own. ?Some of us think that after this we should talk.? Cold managed to get out while Broli nodded in a hasty agreement. The konat nodded when Cold?s eyes fell upon him; words had little say in this ordeal.

[Minoshia]

The young Dante soldier had heard the rumors, the stories and the dares. As he stood outside the Lieutenant?s cottage everything he had heard in the past few days flooded back to him with tremendous recollection. The small cabin was a safe distance from the Aztec tower that was currently under siege by the men of Dante Force. The blonde humanoid shook as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the sounds of screaming and laughter were almost echoed out by the sounds of rattling chains and what seemed to be power tools.

He?d heard the tales, whether they are myth or truth had been left for him to decide, and from what he heard going on inside the cabin, he leaned towards truth. Stories of the lieutenant tearing people in half, shredding their flesh and licking their blood. Of beheadings and executions of innocent people, keeping their body parts as prizes. His reputation as a ruthless force of evil had spread through the Dante camp, perhaps the most unsettling bit was that the lieutenant was a youth. This had all led up to a series of fireside dares. Privates and other younger soldiers throwing money into a pool for whoever would sneak into the officer?s cabin while he was asleep. Every time a new soldier arose to the occasion and crept to the door. As he approached his pace slowed, before he eventually froze and a terrible expression passed over the face of the soldier, who tucked tail and ran back to the fire. It had happened almost nightly, and now he stood in front of the cabin, expected to deliver a message to the disturbed child of darkness.

The young blond private wrapped his hand on the door three times. Immediately, as if on instinct, all the noise inside the cottage stopped. After a few moments of hesitation, the messenger heard slithering creaks approach the door, which he assumed to be the cautious feet of the lieutenant. With a quick slam, a small shutter opened up and the dark eyes of the child stared through the small peephole.

?State your name and purpose.? Minoshia grunted, sounding severely annoyed at the disruption. His eyes twitched slightly at the sight of the scared blonde humanoid, his body trembling and his lips oscillating like flopping Jell-O as he tried to speak.

?P-P-Private P-Paulson, Sir!? The man sighed, trying to regain his composure, which actually worked quite well considering his previous mortal terror. ?Delivering a message, sir.?

The peephole slammed shut, and after a series of locks snapped back the door slowly creaked open, and the sound of Minoshia walking away was a signal for the private to come inside. With little hesitation, the young man sneaked quietly through the door and immediately almost fell on his ass and screamed. He held back the gurgling scream that occupied his throat as he looked at what the Konatsa-jin had been doing. At the sound of the gasp, the prince shot his head back, and the private immediately regained his composure and shot into an upright position.

Two chains hung from the ceiling, and two shackles were connected to the floor. A large metallic man with ?Bradley? scribbled on the left side of his chest hung loosely from the series of restraints. His robotic legs were limp and all the tension was placed on his hanging arms. Oil and other mechanical liquid leaked from numerous places on his body. Lying on a table beside him were numerous drills, knives and saws presumably used for torturing a robot.

Wiping oil off his hands the Konat became very irritated at the private?s interest in his personal work. ?The message?? he stated with an obvious hint of impatience.

?Oh? yes Sir! The battle for Aztec Tower is commencing sir, and your presence is needed on the front!? The Private lifted his hand in salute, and Minoshia chuckled, rolling his eyes and waving the man?s seriousness off. The Konat then immediately, and quite randomly, jerked his head up from his work and shot his blood red eyes at the private.

?Leave.? He demanded sternly, and the young soldier scuttled from the cabin, nearly falling in the snowfall outside. Throwing a small chip on the table, Minoshia quickly closed the hatch on the top of the robot?s skull. After hours of torturing before the beastly machine slipped off into some sort of sleep mode, he finally was able to do what he was trying to achieve, remove the ?Intelligence? chip from it?s artificial brain, taking away it?s ability to think for itself, and thus becoming a personal servant for it?s new master.

Minoshia unshackled the robot and lifted the power drill to its neck, turning it on and causing several wires to spark. The machine awoke immediately, crying out in pain. It seemed the nerves to these droids lay in the wires. Minoshia grabbed the only chain he didn?t disconnect, a semi-long steel chain attached to the robot?s neck. The Prince then left the cabin and walked out into the street, moving quickly towards Aztec Tower, Bradley walking in mindlessly in toe.


"Bulma! Where are you?" Minoshia yelled aimlessly into the streets, looking for his new companion.

[Minoshia]

The Konat stopped and waited for the blue haired girl?s response, He didn?t know where she was, so any sort of hint was welcome at this point. Bradley had begun to entertain himself by making incredibly annoying robotic noises behind the dark child. Minoshia had more important things to worry about than the annoying progression of his robotic servant. When no response came, he continued to walk forward, moving towards the tower. No action had started yet, simply Dante men yelling for the Tower to surrender, and the men of the tower sat inside, not responding. Gonna kill ?em Minoshia? Are we gonna kill ?em all? The demon inside him made his attempt at fueling the Konat?s blood lust, even before they arrived at the tower.

The area was quiet barren actually, it wasn?t a very good place to camp and the tower itself was of mediocre construction. Territory was progress however, as the prince understood it, and their march into Syntech land would only end with the complete control of the small province.

As they approached the battle line for the tower, the Konat prince managed to squeeze through the lines into the front, where other officers stood tall, ready for battle if it need be. Bradley on the other hand, had more trouble squeezing through, causing a ruckus and disruption in the battle lines. Minoshia sighed with anger and quickly turned around, pressing his hand against Bradley?s steel sternum and pushing him back through the crowd in which he came. His fingers slid upward, wrapping around free wires that were exposed in the neck area of the robotic ex-officer. Grabbing the wires and jerking them, the machine began to spark and spasm in disturbing seizure like movements. Grabbing the chain and letting go of the coiled fibers, Minoshia dragged his robotic partner towards a large pole outside a vacant cabin. He wrapped the chain around and locked it tightly to the wooden pillar.

?Down.? Minoshia ordered in a stern voice, and Bradley immediately fell to his knees. Minoshia grinned, before kicking the oversized can opener in the chin and knocking him onto his back. ?Stay.? Bradley lay on his back, not moving, and Minoshia flipped him a can of oil, something he had found in the pack that the robot was carrying when he was captured. He assumed it was some sort of provisions for robots, but whatever it was, it was a treat, Bradley should be gracious.

Upon his return to the front lines, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He turned and looked to see the blue haired youth filtering towards the crowd towards him. He smiled slightly, before letting his face return to a scowl and his mind return to thoughts of war.

[Broli]

The men stood in a tight formation. They waited, row by row, the tower?s inhabitants roaring banter. Broli walked down the line patiently, looking to the ground. He nodded to Minoshia, who proceeded to shout orders to the troops. ?Snipers first line, proceed with protocol! Second line, await turn!? With a hustle of movement, a line of snipers moved to the front, falling to one knee as they held their rifles before them. The men of Aztec Tower could be seen as scurrying about, their attitude of taunting having changed to a hurry of finding cover. It seemed the group designated for lookout by the now dead General Pan had not presumed a plan of action to take against long-range fire. Minoshia waited for his Commander?s order, and after receiving another nod, he gave the order to fire. A chain of shots rang out, echoing through the atmosphere as a multitude of soldiers dropped in the distance. The second line moved forward, taking their knee as the first line fell back to reload. It was with this series of orders in which the battle began, the snipers taking turns to fire. Bullets rained on the tower, its inhabitants struggling to remain in cover.

Broli looked off into the distance, his mind elsewhere. The troops remained ready to move at a moment?s notice, yet there was no need for unnecessary loss of life by simply charging in. Using long range was the best method for this sort of situation. As such, the Commander?s thoughts lay in the actions of the night before. He had nearly been killed. It was not flattering to know that an assassin had been sent for him, it was awakening. He had told village after village that Dante would protect them, but the night before had awakened him to one hard, cold fact. No one could protect him, not even Dante. If he had moved too loudly to hear the assassin, if he had chosen his steps differently, then he would be dead this day. To know that his life was so frail, that it could be taken so easily? It invigorated him, it energized him and provoked him to live to his full potential. He was leading an army on the road to victory, and despite the difficulty that lay ahead, he sought to pull forth the full potential of not only his men, but himself as well.

King Cold stood at his side, waiting patiently. With a cough, the changeling alerted the Commander of his presence. His mind returning to his body, Broli faced the soldier. With the booming noise of sniper fire, the Saiya-Jin motioned for the two of them to step to the side of the troop formation. ?What is it you need, soldier?? Broli?s voice was forceful, implying the necessity to finish the conversation quickly. He wanted to return to his thoughts, to bath himself in the warmth of his mind.

Despite the Changeling?s racial trait of height, he was only mere inches over the Saiya-Jin. ?Sir, you know that we will all follow you to the end, but, exactly where is that going to be? We?ve all heard rumors of a nearby Outcast force, and frankly, the men are worried.? His voice was hesitant as he attempted to avoid overstepping his boundaries as a soldier.

Broli looked past the changeling, noticing that the soldiers in formation were watching the conversation, as if they were speaking with King Cold. The Saiya-Jin managed a smile, admiring the Changeling. ?Thank you for bringing this concern to me. I shall tell you one thing, however. It is not a matter of where you are to fight, but rather what you are fighting for.? Placing a firm hand on the Changeling?s shoulder, the Commander nodded to the soldier, walking past him and returning to the front line. King Cold was not so quick to return as he stood, consumed by the words that his Commander had just spoken. As simply at it had been said, the depth of Burori?s words flooded his brain. ?What am I fighting for?? He murmured quietly. Before the war was over, he would know. Soon, he would know.

[Broli]

The long range fire had been going on for some now, the soldiers growing anxious to go in and finish the job. The tower was a mere shell of what it had once been, not a single Syntech warrior daring to leave its cover for fear of being sniped. ?Snipers, return to formation,? Broli ordered, the class of troops hustling to the back of the army. Standing at the front of his unit, the Saiya-Jin pointed to Aztec tower. ?Let?s clean it up, men!? With a boisterous cheer from the soldiers, the unit began to move in on the tower. It was time to finish off the soldiers that sought to hide in the tower. If any surrendered, Broli would take them into his ranks. However, chances were that the Tower?s troops were ready to die for their commander. It mattered not to Burori. Finishing his attack on Aztec Tower would be simple enough.

As the tower was a mere handful of yards from the soldiers, Outland quickened its pace, breaking into a fast jog as they approached the building.

There was no help coming to Aztec. As the warriors crashed through the door to the tower and the fighting began with the last remaining inhabitants, it was clear that, within the littlest of time, the tower would be theirs.

[Burter]

OCB:

Aztec Tower has fallen with ease and will be included in your next update

Soldier status to be posted in your forum