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[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Burter - 10-21-2005
Quote:4. Piccolo
5. Piccolo Daimoun
6. Android 17
Having left the group, the unlikely duo headed off in a random direction, not sure where to go or what to do...
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Banned Dana - 10-21-2005
Last time on Friend or Foe II...
Piccolo shook off the thought of such irony. An army of demons, asteroids, and a new being. All in all, it sounded like the Bio-Androids he had left on Earth. It was now time for Piccolo to leave this group of fighters, time for him to return to what he knew best, time to find the his lost partner.
Pressing a button on his cloaking device, Piccolo?s ki dropped instantly, vanishing from everyone?s mind. Quickly summoning his shapechanging technique, the Namekian transformed hastily into a cat and ran un-noticed from the room. Once outside of the room, the Namekian quickly regained his normal form and opened a nearby window. Leaping out of the window, Piccolo took to the air, flying into the distance, alone, in search of his android collaborator and together, they would survive the game.
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?Subdue the darkness,? the words were almost a whisper, but Seventeen could fully understand them all as they echoed for what seemed to be an eternity within his head. Shaking the specter?s hollow threats from his mind once again, the android sensed a ki signature moving nearby. The machine-hybrid rocketed toward the nearly immobile source of energy. Android Seventeen, speeding as quickly as he could, saw the cloaked figure calmly flying into the horizon. Recognizing the namekian, the cybernetic warrior shouted ahead and rejoiced when the namekian finally turned around. Catching up to Piccolo, the two warriors nodded to one another and were off once again?flying to whatever tribulations lay ahead of them.
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Back to the show...
The constant strain of what was happen kept sharp on the Namekian?s mind, bring him closer and closer to the end of his tolerance. He was being worn thin. Each and every minute was straining his mind and body more and more. The urge to unleash his power and display the awesome surge of energy that was his Super Namekian technique was forcing the Namekian to concentrate more on his energy than the tasks in hand, not a good stress for the already brittle mind of the jade warrior.
Meanwhile, his Android counterpart wasn?t bearing any better. Thoughts of anger dwelling in the back of the mechanical beings mind was bring him closer to his breaking point. Not much would make the Android snap.
Flying towards absolution and nothing else, the duo realized suddenly that they were not as alone as they thought. A small ki signature was following behind them. Motioning for the Android to land, both fighters found a rocky mound and landed within it?s shadows, staring into the sky, waiting for the followers identity to become revealed.
Piccolo glanced around the wasteland, taking in the scenery for just a moment and soon he found himself in deep thought about their new location. Suddenly, the thought of the book shot back into his memory, a poem from the book, one that reminded him of this place.
I remember the rain.
I do not remember the fire, or the darkness,
The crashing inferno that burned the skies,
The star-light, star-bright, first and last star,
Tonight or any night.
But I remember the rain.
I remember the rain.
The silver droplets that quenched the parched land,
Slaking, snaking through the cracked earth,
Glistening gifts from a penitent heaven,
Recompense for our suffering.
We suffered for so long.
I remember the rain.
We dashed out into it, from shadow to shadow,
Concrete sky to iron-dark clouds,
Weeping with joy, our teardrops mingling,
Earth?s and mine.
We wept different tears, later.
I remember the rain.
The fire-brand burning, hot-fat sizzle,
And acid bite of the bitter droplets.
Tiny crystals, filled with flame, they were,
Searing our flesh.
I still have the scars.
?Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
If the nukes don?t get you,
The fallout must.?
So run the words of the children's chanting,
Blood-soiled, bitter, terrible irony,
Lost forever, buried, forgotten,
Along with the mock-battles, toy-soldier conflicts,
The children raising their plastic dead;
They learned the truth too young, I fear.
Joyful, light-hearted, they sing in the sunlight,
Never to know the creeping blackness,
The rust-red, blood-red, sun-choking shadow,
Or the dust that swirls and seeps in the silence,
Around the edges of the forever-night;
I still have the marks from the gas mask.
I still have the marks where the gas mask chafed me,
Scars like the black-jagged, knife-edged fragments,
That scatter the land like shards of shrapnel,
Splinters buried in the flesh of the world,
Shattered monuments to long-lost glory;
What use is glory now?
What use to us is that bellicose grandeur,
Who scrape and toil in the ashes of cities?
What use to us those metal gravestones,
Their finery burned away, stripped, defenseless,
Like memories of the forgotten dead?
We are the forgotten living.
The poem was haunting the Namekian?s head, another stress he wasn?t ready for, but it was quickly dropped as the follower was soon upon them, Piccolo Diamoun. No doubt he must have seen Android 17 giving chase to the Namekian, it was the only way. Now, glancing towards Android 17, Piccolo soon found that his partner had disappeared. Looking back to the sky, the Namekian watched as his Android partner nailed the other Namekian with a hard kick to the back, sending him to the ground. Launching himself from his hiding spot, Piccolo found himself stopping instantly as the Android and fellow Namekian were soon engaged in an all out hand to hand combat. Which side should he choose? His RoSaT partner, or his Namekian brother? The answer was quickly revealed, but not the way he had wanted.
The urge to release his energy was finally upon them. He could no longer suppress the awesome powers that was his Super Namekian technique. It was now that he would use it, whether it would completely drive him mad or not. The energy just began to pour from his body, sending his ki sky rocketing. His technique would continually allow his ki to rise until his max, but he was ready to attack and that?s what the Namekian did, attack.
OOC: Post number 1!
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Android 17 - 10-22-2005
Android Seventeen and the namekian had been mindlessly traversing the endless wastelands that comprised the asteroid. The two warriors had said nothing as they were flying because each knew that the other was feeling the same thing. Both of them had been under vast amounts of stress lately?both physical and psychological. The bio-androids had been a key factor, but the training in the Room of Spirit of Time had been what had pushed them both over the edge. Dealing with the stress the terrain and gravity had forced them to endure was little compared to the demons they had to confront within themselves. Both the namekian and android had left a little of themselves in that endless void. Seventeen was not completely sure what Piccolo?s exact inner demon was, but it was evident the jade warrior was losing his battle as well.
Losing his best friend so many months ago had been only a tiny hole the android?s psyche; however, losing at the Furiza Fiesta, the death of Hatchiyack, and his encounter with ?himself? had been the final blow to the machine-hybrid. Since the carnival, Paige had been the only one who could help Seventeen control his fluctuating emotions. But now the android found was light years from that angelic woman, and without her, Android Seventeen was defenseless against the malice in his heart. After what seemed like no real time at all, Piccolo and the android sensed the approaching ki source. The disturbed namekian motioned his cybernetic companion to land. Landing in the shadows of a massive mound of dirt, both warriors had the chance to take in the surroundings.
The majority of the region was nothing more then endless fields of rock and dirt. Craters and mounds of stone and dirt were visible as far as the eye could see. Piccolo was lost in deep thought, but the android noticed the energy signature drawing nearer. Seventeen saw the dark figure closing in overhead and felt the anger swell. Someone had the nerve to stalk the machine-hybrid across the asteroid like he was some type of stupid animal. Whoever this person was they should not have followed the cybernetic warrior. Android Seventeen saw the green form slowing down?obviously having sensed that the targets he was following had stopped. The android stood up from his crouched position and silently took flight. The machine-hybrid?s namekian stalker had stopped suddenly?Piccolo Daimaou was scanning the area before him for signs of life.
Android Seventeen, now hovering several feet above his target, descended upon the elder Piccolo like a hawk. The cybernetic foot connected with the base of the namekian?s spine and knocked the jade warrior all the way to the earth. At this time, Piccolo evacuated his hiding spot, but whatever he had on his mind immediately became less important the instant Piccolo Daimaou shot from the ground. With a swift punch, the elder namekian sent his attacker spiraling to the dirt. The android flipped back into a standing position and glared to his airborne assailant. Wiping a thick black bang out of his face, Seventeen knelled forward. The ground around him started to split under the machine-hybrid?s increasing energy output. Even though the cybernetic warrior had no aura, his escalating ki was apparent?small stones around him were raised of the ground and shattered in mid air. The earth beneath the android began to split and cave-in under the rising energy.
Something must have been going on in Piccolo?s head: the namekian was twitching and his aura was wildly flapping in the wind. It looked like the jade warrior was going to attack, but then he had suddenly stopped. Seventeen wondered if Piccolo was divided on which fighter to assist. Would it be a member of his own race? Or would the namekian side with Seventeen, who he had come to understand and work alongside with in the Room of Spirit and Time? Android Seventeen had no time to contemplate what exactly Piccolo was speaking, because the green fighter?s father was beckoning the machine-hybrid to attack.
With one final scream of rage, the cybernetic warrior exploded off the crumbling earth?leaving behind a small crater?and straight towards the prepared namekian. Piccolo Daimaou braced himself for the android?s onslaught, but it seemed that the elder Piccolo was not prepared for an attack of such intensity. Seventeen?s fist connected with the crossed forearms of the elder namekian. To the disbelief of Daimaou, the blow staggered his defenses?opening him for the next assault. Android Seventeen?s knee penetrated the weakened guard of the jade warrior and slammed into Piccolo Daimaou?s stomach. Flying backwards to regroup, the retreating namekian fell prey to his maddened cybernetic opponent and suffered from the effects of a powerful blow to the side of his head.
The elder Piccolo dropped from the sky, but Seventeen refused to end his attack. However, the machine-hybrid?who landed a few feet away from Daimaou?failed to notice the jade warrior press the sole button on his wrist bracelet. The namekian?s power surged ridiculously just as Android Seventeen was preparing to attack. Unable to react in the short amount of time the android suffered a brutal counterattack. Piccolo Daimaou spun to face his opponent and swung his fist with unnatural speed. The green fist connected with the chin and threw the cybernetic warrior clean off his feet. The follow-up blow was a swift palm strike to Seventeen?s ribcage. Both namekians watched the airborne android sail helplessly through the air and straight into a tall rock formation. The elder Piccolo stared at the hole in the rock and half expected the machine-hybrid to come screaming out of it.
What came next, however, was nothing that the jade warrior had expected. The rock configuration began to crack and splinter. Piccolo Daimaou watched from afar as the thick, solid rock formation began to come apart. Small hints of yellow light were escaping the growing gashes in the stone. In the sky, Piccolo was still intently watching the confrontation between his android ally and fellow namekian. The aura that surrounding him was constantly shimmering and fluttering as its colors changed to indicate the internal conflict. The elder namekian went to say something to his younger counterpart, but he was cut of by the sudden return of Android Seventeen. A faint, muffled scream could be heard seconds before the rock formation split apart. Blinding yellow light tore through the stone and dirt as the smaller portions of the rock configuration broke apart. The larger sections stayed suspended for a few brief seconds before another outcry of rage and energy from the android sent them hurling in all directions.
Piccolo Daimaou ducked to avoid the shower of shrapnel that ensued following the machine-hybrid?s destruction of the massive chunks of stone. From the air, Piccolo found himself gazing lifelessly at a field of dust and debris. Somewhere inside the incoherent cover of dirt and dust came a flash of energy being unleashed. The brilliant wave of ki parted the sea of upheaval and found its target?Piccolo Daimaou. The elder namekian had only a few seconds to react to the attack, but his efforts were far too late to do any good. Throwing up his palms and releasing a counterattack, however, managed to dilute some of the massive energy wave?s power. Still, the jade warrior found himself consumed in the destructive force of the android?s Final Flash.
The new coving of dust and debris lasted until Piccolo Daimaou?fed by his synthetic source of power?recovered unnaturally from the massive attack. The elder namekian?s aura seemed to flare uncontrollably as his body remedied the gashes and burns that enveloped his entire body. Android Seventeen watched the elder Piccolo close his eyes in order to concentrate on the task at hand, but the machine-hybrid was sick of being placid when his opponents were wounded. The cybernetic combatant started sprinting at his silent opponent and fell right into his wily namekian?s tactics. Daimaou?s arm shot into the air too fast for comprehension. Seventeen, consumed in his lust for blood, only noticed the two extended fingers just as the attack was upon him.
?Shockwave!? the single word initiated a massive explosion of ki. The attack, further empowered by the namekian?s artificial boost of ki, decimated the entire area around the two fighters. The blast threw the machine-hybrid back like he was a child?s toy, but as soon as the attack began it quickly ended. When it did, Piccolo Daimaou was left standing on a short pillar of earth surrounded by a huge, deep hole in the ground created by the blast. Just outside the perimeter of the hole, the discarded android laid on his back. His outfit had been charred and shredded; however, the cybernetic warrior realized he had not received the attack?s full potential. Even though his ki was being unnaturally boosted, the namekian still would have needed concentration to create the kind of power to end the android?s life.
Seventeen grunted as he made it to a standing position. To his disbelief, it seemed that the shockwave attack had drained Piccolo Daimaou. The elder namekian was still standing on the pillar of earth, huffing and puffing as he tried to regain his composure. The android realized he had a small advantage over the jade warrior that he intended to abuse to the fullest potential. His cybernetic implants and surgeries had left him slightly robotic in nature. Thus, Seventeen really did not have to worry about tiring after such heavy uses of energy or physical confrontations. Android Seventeen activated his CPU?something that he had not felt the need to do in a long time. Even during the Fiesta the android had not bothered to use his cybernetic component to win, but now Seventeen realized it was a part of him that was possibly more helpful then his organic elements.
Piccolo Daimaou leaped into the air, the small column of stone collapsing underneath his sudden surge in power. As the elder namekian started to fall back down, he unleashed a massive beam of concentrated energy upon his foe. This turn of events was the eighth possibility listed by Seventeen?s CPU, but the odds of some type of ranged attack weren?t low at all anyway. Leaping into the sky, Seventeen watched the swirling, miniaturized cyclone of ki tear into the earth right where he had been standing. Daimaou dropped down to the same level as the android, and his speed proved to win in the sudden attack. , The elder namekian slammed his elbow into the back of the machine-hybrid?s neck and watched Android Seventeen land on his knees and palms below him. Piccolo Daimaou dropped softly to the ground a few feet in front of the dazed android.
?It is time I end your rage Seventeen,? the elder namekian raised his hands straight into the air and began channeling energy. A small sphere of ki was all Daimaou was able to create before the green hands wrapped around his wrists. Android Seventeen looked up and watched Piccolo wrench the jade educator?s hands outwards. What followed next was gruesome even in the hate-consumed machine-hybrid?s eyes. The younger namekian hopped off the ground and drove his boots into Daimaou?s shoulder joints. The power of the Super Namekian surged violently, but in the process it merited Piccolo enough raw power to tear his older counterparts arms clean from their sockets.
Piccolo Daimaou?s cries rang out as the elder namekian quavered once and fell to his knees. Android Seventeen stood up and looked at his Room of Spirit and Time partner. He saw that the younger namekian had come to a conclusion, and the battle that was vying to tear him apart mentally had finally come to an end.
Insanity had prevailed.
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Piccolo Daimoun - 10-22-2005
The battle charger accounted for so much, yet he couldn?t contend with the Super Namekians great power, even with the great boost from the battle charger. He felt his arms separate as the younger Namek, who was simply watching from the side lines, gripped Piccolo Daimaous arms tightly, and pulled them in a gory fashion from his tired arm sockets. Blood quickly shot out from the newly opened holes underneath both shoulders, and the pain was almost unbearable.
Collapsing hard to the ground, he knew he had to regenerate, but he couldn?t. The horrendous pain was too great for his mind, and it was starting to buckle. He was on the verge of either blacking out, or going insane. Either way, the Jade Namekian would have to think fast before a negative consequence came from the bloody separation of both his arms.
Needless to say, Daimaou was screaming incredibly painfully. He tried to grow his arms back, but something was breaking his concentration, like a hum in your head that stops you from thinking clearly. All he could do was staunch the heavy bleeding which, although helpful, wouldn?t help him in the long run. Without his arms, he would surely perish in the combined efforts of Piccolo and Android 17.
Seventeen leaped forward, using the distraction of having both the elder Namekians arms torn off, the machine-human hybrid tried to beat his curled fist into the emerald educator?s blood covered stomach, but the jade Namekian brought his knee up, and blocked the punch with borrowed energy and strength. A loud, disgusting crunch could be heard, and the Android yelled in pain from his hand. Piccolo was much more successful then his RoSaT partner. Piccolo flew out of nowhere, and threw a hard attack at his counterparts face. Blocking it, another kick came up. Daimaou lasted about a second before another kick beat itself into his scarred and tired face.
Piccolo Daimaou decided that he couldn?t win unless he regenerated his missing limbs. Concentrating heavily on the empty spots that used to be use arms, he could feel the Ki ebb into his shoulders, and the bone, skin, and sinew starting to re-grow. Starting to yell, the exposed bone was incredibly painful, but only lasted a short moment. This regeneration lasted for a few seconds, when his arms were fully recovered in a mess of greenish goo. He was now fully healed, except for some minor pains he felt on his nose. He assumed it was broken, because the nose was such an easy bone to snap.
Android seventeen wanted to make the jade Namekian pay for what he had done to him, but he had no such luck. As fast as he was, Daimaou was even faster, and he pushed his fist into the oncoming android, knocking him back faster then the speed in which he came. Smashing the ground, dust was kicked up, and he started to roll chaotically around as the momentum from the attack carried him.
This yet again angered piccolo, his super Namekian powers were clouding his mind, causing him to act rashly. Firing himself extremely quickly towards his Namekian opponent, he bashed him hard in the face with his fist. With a loud, satisfying crunch Daimaou went straight up, then was caught by the G-forces, and went straight back down. Plummeting towards the earth and spinning, he slammed the earth head first, and a massive crack could be heard.
?Shit?? Piccolo Daimaou swore loudly, and tried to stand up. He couldn?t though, something crucial must have broken in his back, limiting his moment to his head. Twitching a lot, he couldn?t move. He was wondering if he could even regenerate his wounds this time. He knew Android 17 and Piccolo would show no mercy, and he would have to fix the horrible wound he had in his back very quickly.
?Heal?Heal?Heal damn you!? Daimaou screamed furiously, and he was hoping it was healing. He couldn?t feel anything in his back, so he had no clue if it was regenerating. Suddenly, intense pain shot out from his back. While some would find this very unwelcome, Daimaou thought the opposite. Pain meant that the back was regenerating, because he could now feel it again.
Standing up for the first time in what seemed like hours, he saw something speeding towards him. With seconds to react, he made a ditch effort to dodge the rapid punch that was speeding towards him silently. He failed, and was blown back by the force that was Piccolo. Slamming into a rock, he fell to the ground.
?This is going to be a long day?? Daimaou said to no one, standing once again on his extremely sore legs.
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Banned Dana - 10-22-2005
Piccolo Diamoun stood to his feet, his opposition both in front and behind him, he knew he was in for a world of hurt, but he would not go down without a fight, no matter the cost. He knew both Android 17 and Piccolo, they were all on the same side, but the elder Namekian also knew that both were lost in a void of insanity. There was no way that he would reach them anymore, this was a fight to the death, there was no escaping that anymore. Reaching deep within his soul, PD felt for more energy, but was once again cut short by Android 17.
The mechanical menace launched an all out assault on the older Piccolo, delivering a barrage of punches, every single one of them was successfully blocked, until the younger Piccolo interfered once again. Coming from behind, the young Namekian delivered another crippling blow to his elder counterpart, stunning him instantly, leaving him temporally open to attack, something Android 17 had become accustomed to taking advantage of.
Android 17 phased away as the Namekian swung a fist, hitting nothing. Turning around, the android was waiting with Mr. Elbow who came to say hello. The shot connected to Piccolo Diamoun?s left eye. The artificial being sped toward the green alien again, and landed a chop to the neck. The Namekian yelped as the hit knocked him toward the cracked ground once again. Android 17 watched as Piccolo Diamoun raced toward the ground, flying out of control.
Android 17 landed next to his foe, and kicked him in the ribs. The Namekian gritted his teeth, attempting to cover any sign of pain. The Android smirked as he knelt toward the head of Piccolo.
?Do you give up Namekian?? The mechanical warrior asked as he lowered himself to the green ear.
?Never.? Grumbled Piccolo, as he tossed a hand full of loose dirt into his opponent?s eyes.
Distracted by wiping the dirt from his eyes, The Namekian jumped to his feet and round housed Android 17 to the head, knocking him off balance. Piccolo Diamoun followed up with a punch to his stomach, making 17 lean forward. Just as Piccolo Diamoun brought up his knee to smashed Android 17's face, the younger Piccolo ran forward and delivered yet another massive punch to the Namekian?s already broken nose.
By now, Android 17 had fully recovered by the Namekian?s dirty trick and was already running fully toward the falling backward Piccolo Diamoun. Jumping into the air and flipping backwards, Android 17 landed a massive kick to the back of PD?s head, sending the stunned Namekian forward, toward the awaiting younger Piccolo! Taking a firm grasp of the elder?s arm, Piccolo launched the jade fighter into the air, leaving him open to Android 17's fury.
The mechanical being launched himself high into the sky, leveling himself with his Namekian foe. Turning his fist sideways, Android 17 buried his fist deep into Piccolo Diamoun?s throat, leaving the Namekian to gasp for air. Spinning in midair, the mechanical beast unleashed another massive kick, this time however, he left PD with no time to recover. Immediately pouncing on the opportunity for more punishment, 17 fired three small ki blasts into the Namekian?s chest.
Android 17 smiled as he realized that Piccolo Diamoun was once again in extraordinary pain, a pain that he knew he could capitalize on. The android sent a surge of energy from his arms to his legs, picking up amazing speed and wrapping his slightly charred arms around the Namekian?s broken ribs. Squeezing tightly, the mechanical menace smirked at the sound of the Namekian?s screams.
Letting go of Piccolo Diamoun?s ribs, the Namekian powered up a Ki ball and pushed it toward Android 17 in a last ditch effort to deliver a blow. The android grabbed hold of the Namekian?s wrist and caused the blast to be fired randomly into the distance. Piccolo attempted to push his free hand into 17?s chest, unfortunately Android 17 was able to swat his hand aside and land his own shot to the chest of Piccolo. The Namekian was sent a few feet back before taking a wild swing at the android, which was evaded by a simple duck. Android 17 grabbed a hold of Piccolo?s antennae and began to pull his head down to meet his knee cap. The Namekian warrior?s face was getting battered and bruised badly now, as the mechanical monster lifted up the Namekian?s head again and placed his hand on his face.
Piccolo gazed on as a light began to form in Android 17? hand, as it grew, the Namekian?s hopes of survival looked to be slimming. Piccolo brought up some strength and gave the Android a one-two combo to the gut, the light in the android?s hand faded as the hits took their toll and winded him. Piccolo began a furious attack of punches, swiping at the nearly undamaged foe?s face. Android 17 began to stagger back at the Namekian warrior to a step foreword after ever few strikes.
Preparing to deliver a final blow, Piccolo Diamoun?s victory was once again delayed by the Super Namekian Piccolo. Having watched every last exchange, the younger Piccolo was finally ready to be fully involved. As PD fired off a massive ball of ki at the android?s face, Piccolo pushed Android 17 out of the way and used the leverage from the push to deliver a massive punch to the unsuspecting Namekian?s face.
A big green blur was all that Piccolo Diamoun saw before seeing a bright flash of white. A warm trickle of blood began to flow freely from his now cut lip. Slowly, normal sight began to return to the elder Namekian, but he quickly closed his eyes as Piccolo appeared in front of him. Hoping that the Super Namekian was only a figment of his imagination, Piccolo Diamoun slowly opened his eyes, only to find that Piccolo was no longer in front of him. Spinning around and around, the elder Namekian found no other Namekians. Only Android 17 was left on the battle field, or so he thought. Heaving a sight of relief, Piccolo Diamoun prepared himself to attack the android once again, but as he began to charge, something caught hold of his green leg. Looking backwards, Piccolo Diamoun saw a green hand holding firmly onto his leg. Looking further back, he noticed Piccolo smirking.
Turning to kick at the younger Namekian, Piccolo ducked the attack and brought his hand down in a chopping motion. With the Super Namekian technique being used to it?s fullest, the flesh of the elder Namekian was like butter being chopped by a hot knife. Piccolo?s hand cut right through the other Namekian?s leg, slicing it off. Smiling sadistically, the younger Piccolo tossed the limb to the ground. Racing high into the air, Piccolo came crashing down once more on the elder Namekian?s head, shooting him to the ground with a massive impact.
Landing next to his partner in crime, Piccolo smirked at Android 17.
?No more fooling around.? Spoke Android 17 seriously. ?Let?s finish him and move on. We have bigger fish to fry.?
OOC: Post number 2
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Android 17 - 10-22-2005
Piccolo Daimaou was lying in a pool of his own green blood. The elder namekian?s hands were clasped tightly around the stump in a vain effort to prevent further fluid loss. With just a single motion, the Super Namekian Piccolo had cleanly amputated the entire limb below the hip. The severed limb was several feet away, still twitching and bleeding on the ground. The elder Piccolo?s stump bubbled over as the grievous injury started the healing and regeneration process. Meanwhile, Android Seventeen turned his head and looked up at the younger Piccolo. An entire year of training together had transformed the two warriors from complete strangers to well-oiled killing machines.
A simple nod was all that the jade Super Namekian needed to do to get his point across?attack. The machine-hybrid rushed forward and spun around in mid-air to increase the momentum of his roundhouse kick. The impact sent the elder namekian tumbling across the bare earth. The android gave chase, not allowing the action to slow down for but a mere second. Leaping forward, the cybernetic warrior?s heel landed straight on the senior namekian?s sternum. Seventeen could hear bone crack and snap underneath the force, and the sounds only further excited the android. Android Seventeen leaped up in the air just as Piccolo phased into the scene to collect his green prey. The younger namekian picked up his older counterpart and sneered into Piccolo Daimaou?s face. With a single punch, Piccolo nearly split the elder namekian?s skull in half.
Daimaou?s cries of agony were silenced by the massive discharge of energy by both Seventeen and Piccolo that sent the aged namekian skidding across the dirt. Coming to rest against a spire of rock, Piccolo Daimaou tried to complete the regeneration process he had attempted to complete so long ago; however, a giant disc of energy split the tower of stone he was leaned against. As the tons of rock and earth were toppling onto him, a fresh leg exploded from the mass of clotted tissue. Diving forward, Daimaou managed to roll far enough that he avoided the avalanche, but his dodge ended right at the feet of a Super Namekian. Piccolo leaned over and collected his older version, and with a straight kick to the chest, penetrated the namekian?s rib cage.
Android Seventeen, who had thrown the disc of ki, relished in the torment of Piccolo and his prey. The elder namekian thrashed violently, but the broken ribs poking through his skin sapped his strength. The machine-hybrid raised his palms?energy already having been channeled?and let loose a massive discharge of ki. Smiling, Piccolo let go of his victim and jumped back to avoid the projectile that hit Daimaou directly. The elder Piccolo landed on his back several yards away from his two assailants, but the fight was slowly starting to leave the jade warrior?s heart. It was hard to keep up the fighter?s spirit when your opponent?s were a Super Namekian and a crazed android. Piccolo Daimaou sat up and watched his two attackers walking towards him once again. The broken ribs had been reset naturally, but the tissue damage would take much more time then the approaching warrior?s would allow.
The fatigued Daimaou watched both his slowly approaching aggressors. Above each of their palms an orb of yellow ki floated without aid. Without warning, all four spheres of energy suddenly transformed into small discs of ki. The only thing more intimidating then two insane attackers was two insane attackers with four razor-sharp discs of energy. The elder Piccolo struggled to his feet and raised his hands to the air?praying that he had sufficient time to formulate some type of offensive, but the answers never came quick enough against two spontaneous opponents. Piccolo was the first to unleash his pair of energy discs?his projectiles cleanly sliced off the jade fighter?s hands at the wrist. Daimaou screamed and cursed as he lowered the stumps to his eyes. The agony blinded the elder namekian long enough for the machine-hybrid?s projectile?s to divide his legs from his feet.
His equilibrium completely eradicated, Piccolo Daimaou?s legs cleanly broke from his ankles and dropped the namekian to the ground once again. The older Piccolo watched as his younger counterpart began punishing him with a volley of ki blasts. The entire time, Android Seventeen watched with glee and cruel laughter. The regeneration process occurred faster this time; however, it seemed the natural procedure was not as accurate as it should have been. The wounds did not heal first, and the machine-hybrid noticed that Daimaou only had 8 fingers?four on each hand. These deformities were completely ignored by the aged namekian. Piccolo Daimaou only cared about the speed because he knew he had to refrain from leaving himself open to attack as much as possible. Not only did the Super Namekian Piccolo have an overwhelming advantage over him when it came to everything, but with the android, it was a guess at what would happen next.
Deformities aside, the elder namekian managed to roll away from the onslaught of ki and escape into the sky. Piccolo Daimaou had only gotten a few feet when his younger counterpart all of a sudden phased in directly above him. Blindly retreating backwards, the jade warrior bumped directly into a prepared Seventeen. With a single knee to the spine, the machine-hybrid stunned the namekian long enough for his ally to capitalize on the situation. Piccolo darted forward with his superior speed and crushed Daimaou?s skull beneath his laced fists. The elder namekian hit the ground headfirst, and seconds later, dual attacks from his opponent?s succeeded in burying his head a few feet under ground. Android Seventeen and the Super Namekian Piccolo landed on opposite sides of the incapacitated jade warrior, and they watched Daimaou struggle to unearth his head from the ground.
The entire scene made both warrior cackle with delight, but they soon were both hungry for more chaos. Deciding that Piccolo Daimaou was taking way too long, both attackers started firing blasts of ki on the ground and injured namekian. Seventeen stopped his attack and Piccolo followed suit seconds later. The two accomplishes grinned at Piccolo Daimaou?sprawled out in a hole with his head in the dirt. Android Seventeen and Piccolo started laughing once again even though they knew their prey was still alive. It was just that the meticulous destruction of someone else was strangely bringing them pleasure.
OOC: #2
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Piccolo Daimoun - 10-22-2005
Piccolo Daimaou had no clue what had happened to his companions, but they were mercilessly attacking him. Everything was a distorted blur. He would go one way, intense pain would occur somewhere on his body, and then he would suddenly go the other way with more critical pain. His outlook was very bleak; he knew he would probably be killed by the insane fighters he was now facing.
The jade Namekian was withering on the ground in incredible pain, and his attackers were just laughing maniacally at him. They were firing Ki at him without halting, and weren't giving him any quarter. Finally they stopped, and Seventeen walked slowly over to check out the half-dead Namekian.
"Are you dead yet?" The maddened machine asked too nicely for the situation, looking over Daimaou. Blood was trickling just about everywhere on him and his once fine clothes were horribly torn and ragged. Seventeen just laughed as he saw Daimaous chest heaving up and down in an attempt to pull in as much air as possible. "No?" The crazy machine questioned rhetorically, blasting his foot hard into the Namekian's injured side. Biting his lip, he was determined not to scream out in pain. Yelling would just give his opponents the satisfaction they wanted.
He went to kick the Namekian again, but the emerald educator grabbed his foot. Heaving heavily, he managed to flip things around in a strange move, and seventeen was on his back. Quickly firing a Ki blast at his face and turning, he faced Piccolo. The enraged Namekian was charging upon him, his great aura sending sparks chaotically around. Getting ready, he started to charge a Masenko energy wave to stop his Namekian opponent in his tracks.
Bringing his arms to his forehead, he started to charge his yellow energy. He brought his deformed hands forward, and roared as he started to release his built up power, "Masenko! Ah!" He felt a boot connect with the small of his back, and he was knocked forward rapidly towards the younger Namekian. Bringing his fist up in an almost laughable way, he simply let Daimaou run into it, and the Jade Namekian fell comically, his feet still going forward, but his head slamming the ground.
Groaning, he tried to get up. He felt a hand grab the back of his neck. It pulled him up quickly, and then dropped him suddenly on his sore feet. Turning, Piccolo had picked him up, and was grinning at him. He almost smiled, and then the Namekian's anger came surging back, his kind deposition had disappeared, but this time in the form of a Masenko. In smashed hard into his already blood covered stomach, and the searing hot energy launched him high into the still air. The Masenko just wouldn't let go of him, sending spikes of hot pain into his nerves. Daimaou finally pushed off of it, and slid underneath it. Plummeting towards the earth, he felt something grab him once again before he hit the ground.
Seventeen had grabbed him, and put him in a full nelson. Piccolo walked up laughing, cracked his knuckles, and unleashed a seemingly unstopping volley of punches and kicks to his older counterparts exposed chest and stomach. Piccolo Daimaou bit his lip, trying once again not to scream in the agony. Seventeen let him go, and booted Daimaou away.
This time his body hugged the ground and the friction stopped him from going more then a few meters. Even though this was helpful, he created a giant scrape mark where he had skidded. Letting go of his own lip, he felt something in his mouth. Spitting out, a bit of blood came trickling from the bite in his lip. Gasping slightly, he stood back up. He knew he was done for, but he wouldn?t let himself go down without a fight, it was in his warrior nature.
Both attackers were on either side of him. Piccolo Daimaou quickly devised a tactic he had used in similar two versus one situation. Both warriors, on queue, charged hard at Daimaou, in an attempt to sandwich him. At the last second, the jade Namekian jumped high, but his attempt was foiled. They both just turned on a dime, and looked up.
Cursing, he stared back down as both warriors started to gather energy again. Android seventeen rushed to meet him, and they gripped hands together, in a kind of lock. Piccolo Daimaou pushed hard, but he had no leverage, being without both thumbs on each hand. Android seventeen easily overpowered him, and sent him even farther skyward.
Piccolo saw this, and started firing Ki bolts randomly in Daimaous direction. Seventeen jumped out of the way, and Piccolo started to fire even more madly. Most of the balls hit the elder Namekian in the spray that the younger one had sent them. Explosions could be heard from where they were standing, but Piccolo Daimaou couldn?t hear them. He was going deaf from all the explosions that had been right beside him.
Slamming the ground hard, he looked slowly up. Both warriors were standing beside him, looking down at him. Piccolo Daimaou found it slightly funny, he had never paid attention to little sayings?but the one, ?You are your worst enemy,? came up here. Piccolo looked incredibly similar to him, and he was getting the crap beat out of him by his counterpart.
Glancing at the battle charger, he noticed that his time was half done. Cursing, he saw that both his opponents had brought there legs back, getting ready to kick. In a team attack fashion, he was beaten into the air, and rocks and dust were sent after him. Being nailed in the head by a rock, he started to spin slowly.
Starting to fall to the earth again, he slammed the ground even harder than before, and stared back up. Both warriors were once again standing there, staring at their beaten down opponent. He almost curled into a ball for protection, but he didn?t want to give his sadistic opponents the satisfaction.
Piccolo Daimaou closed his eyes, and he prepared himself for the next attack that would come at him.
(Ooc: Second post...I'm so screwed =P)
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Banned Dana - 10-22-2005
Brushing Android 17 aside, Piccolo made his way to his battle wary foe. Each step the Namekian took left a bright yellow glow upon the tough surface of the asteroid. A shimmer deep in Piccolo?s eyes displayed the lost sanity within his broken soul. The thought of death and destruction had completely overcome the Super Namekian now and nothing would stand in his way.
?17.? The Namekian elegantly spoke. ?I will finish this, alone.?
Android 17, who had been tearing apart Piccolo Diamoun with little aid of the Super Namekian, nodded and lowered his guard. He wanted the kill for revenge, but knew that Piccolo easily overpowered him, especially while in his Super Namekian form. Obedience right now wasn?t easy, but suicide wasn?t on the androids to do list.
Struggling to lift himself to his feet, Piccolo Diamoun finally found himself face to face with his younger Namekian counterpart. Not completely sure as to why Piccolo wanted to end his life alone, PD wasn?t yet ready to die, but how could he defeat a Super Namekian with such a broken body? Waiting for the Namekian to attack, Piccolo Diamoun took each and every second as a moment to catch his breath.
Piccolo stopped and glanced around the desolate wasteland, taking in the scenery for just a moment and soon he found himself in deep thought about their location. The dirt was blood red. The sky tainted with the reflection of the asteroids surfaces. Tiny bushes, browned and withered. Not a cloud in they sky, just a red-hot sun, beating constantly against the cracked ground. All the remains of water, gone, it was as if it where a desert, a desert of bone and dirt. Hundreds upon hundreds of the remains of dead soldiers lay upon the broken surface, sending a gloomy vibrance over the asteroids surface.
This, like many others, was the true face of a planets destruction. No doubt about it, there had to have been hundreds, if not thousands, of years of war raging on in this area alone. Vehicles of all sizes had been turned almost to dust, bone, almost ash. It was directly from a science fiction movie. It was almost as if they had been transported to Mars for this little television show instead of an asteroid.
The longing Piccolo felt just to return to his home planet was great. Namek. Binary suns, long lush fields of grass, deep green jungles, dark blue waters. Oh, the planet of green was a wondrous thought at the moment. In fact, the longing had actually become a day dream, one that quickly ended as a swift gust of wind sent dust into the Namekian?s eyes.
Whipping the away the debris, Piccolo shoved forward, thrust his palm into his fellow Namekian?s chest, sending blood spurting violently from his jade opposition. The blood, bright green, landed mostly on the ground, but a small trail landed on Piccolo?s boot. The Super Namekian bounced his toes off the ground, letting the small trace of blood seep directly off his white boot and onto the ground. The blood trickled in between the deep cracks on the rock hard dirt, which seemed to enjoy the blood running over it.
Piccolo Diamoun fell over once again, still holding his chest. The impact from Piccolo?s blow had obviously left its mark. The open palm strike was strong enough to actually shatter two of the elder Namekian?s ribs and rattle his spine. Piccolo Diamoun?s legs seemed to be unable to control themselves as he attempted to stand, but fell short every time.
?Piccolo.? The elder Namekian sputtered, blood starting to seep from his mouth. ?Before you do, whatever it is that you must do, you must know one thing. I am your father.?
The younger version of Piccolo stopped in his tracks. The mention of Piccolo Diamoun being family broke through the insanity enveloping the young Namekian?s mind. No, it couldn?t be true, could it? Over cliched, that?s all this was, just some ploy to disrupt the Namekian?s rise to supreme power. Family or not, no one would stand in the Super Namekian?s way, no one. Insanity once again overcoming him, Piccolo continued his rampage.
Dust seemed to swirl about the two Namekians in a violent rage as Piccolo grabbed his elder opposition. Lifting him from his kneeling position, the super Namekian unleashed a devastating kick to PD?s sternum, knocking the wind out of the elder Namekian and sending him to the ground once again.
Approaching the fallen Namekian, Android 17 was pushed harmlessly out of the way by his Namekian partner. A look fierce enough to send a shiver down the androids back was delivered as Piccolo bent over the fallen Namekian, poking him with his finger.
?Tell me something father.? Piccolo spoke demonically. ?Do you fear death??
Piccolo Diamoun forced himself to look up at his younger version. A smug look was firmly planted on the Super Namekian?s face, and it was making Piccolo Diamoun sick to his stomach. How could someone he had fought so hard with, faced so many challenges with, just suddenly snap and want to kill him? Was the RoSaT really that bad? How could he change Piccolo?s mind? Too many questions to be answered, so little time was left. Reaching deep down, Piccolo Diamoun summoned the strength to spit a big glob of blood onto the face of his younger counterpart.
?Disgusting.? Spoke Piccolo as he whipped the blood and saliva from his face. ?Is that anyway to treat your son??
Grabbing a hold of Piccolo Diamoun, the Super Namekian lifted him high into the air. Turning toward Android 17, he smiled, then dropped the elder Namekian back first onto his knee, snapping his back. The elder Namekian let out a rebel yell. The pain shot directly from his back to his head, his toes, and each hand. Android 17 smiled as the Namekian?s yell died down and Piccolo tossed him effortlessly to the ground.
Walking up to the Namekian, Android 17 powered up a small ki blast in both hands, Piccolo followed suit. Aiming their hands directly at the elder Namekian, Piccolo stalled for only one second. Shaking his head, his smile finally faded from his face, both fighters unleashed their attacks, burying their ki deep within the Namekian?s body.
The ground below the Namekian cracked violently and opened up. A giant shockwave of energy was vehemently emitted from the crater that had just formed and Piccolo Diamoun began to sink deeper and deeper into the asteroid as the massive amounts of energy that was being forced through him dug a trenched further and further into the ground.
The wind from the attack was as violent as a hurricane. The tiny withered plants blew easily from the ground, disappearing into the distance within seconds. A tidal wave of dust crashed harshly against the remains of vehicles, sending what little bit of the remaining metal deeper into the ground. Hundreds of dust devils swirled about the battlefield until at last, the wind began to die down, the dust began to settle, and the energy began to dissipate.
Looking down at the damage the unlikely duo had created, Piccolo smiled at the destruction they had caused. Hundreds and hundreds of miles surrounded the two fighters, and everything was as dead as ever. The ground was still red, the sky still cloudless, but a new sense of death was in the air.
Maybe it was just the asteroid, maybe it was the Room of Spirit and Time Training, or perhaps, both. Ever since the training with Android 17, Piccolo?s mind had lost all sense of composure, but the true feeling of lost self control was when he first came to the asteroid. From the first moments being awake, the Namekian had wanted only two things, to unleash his Super Namekian powers and to use them to kill. Finally, after all this waiting, both feelings had been appeased. The wanting to kill was still fresh on his mind, but it was easier to control, at the moment. Piccolo had a feeling that it wouldn?t be long before he would be out for blood once again, but who would fall victim to the Android, Namekian duo?
This was a thought that plagued the Namekian?s mind. He still wanted to see blood, but for now, he would have to wait. It was only Android 17 and himself here. The two had become bonded, almost brothers over this short amount of time. A year in training in the Room of Spirit and Time, now partners in this television show, Friend or Foe II, the Namekian had a good feeling that they would both go far, but how far would they go before they were faced against each other? Could they hold onto their sanity long enough to coexist? This, like so many other questions where among the first he needed answered, but for now, with only part of his sanity still left, the Namekian would continue his journey, side by side with Android 17.
OOC: Third and final post!
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Piccolo Daimoun - 10-24-2005
Deep inside a crater, Piccolo Daimaou wasn't hurting very badly. He knew he was about to die, and it was calming in a strange way. A lot of weight was lifting off his shoulders. He had heard that when your about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. The jade Namekian waited, but nothing was happening. At first, he thought he wasn't going to die, but that was preposterous. He was just about swimming in his own blood, yet he was clinging to life. He decided to review his life by himself.
The great battle with Kooriza. This was a very traumatic time for anyone who was involved. Daimaou had joined for his great love of the earth, and what would happen to the blue planet if Kooriza had won the battle. It would either be conquered under his name, or destroyed. The freedom fighters had won, but not without great cost. Kooriza had brutally murdered Kirano, who was tired of all the killing. This was horrible to Piccolo, even though he hadn't known him for awhile, for a time he was one of a few friends. After this battle, he had gone on a journey to recollect himself.
The sandy race. This was where his rehabilitation started, where his adventures had begun. Daimaou loved the earth, and traveling it was excellent. He had seen lush, green rainforests, great jagged mountains, freezing ice stretching as far as the eye could see, and many interesting animals, everyone one piquing Piccolo Daimaou's curiosity. What amazed him the most about the earth was the period of time where light just vanished, due to earth only having one sun. Smiling at these thoughts, he remembered the desert. His smile instantly vanished.
The desert seemed could easily be described as a hell hole. The heat was outrageous, and not a living thing could be seen. He had survived on water he had harvested by half-dead cacti. He had trodden the horrendous desert for days, until he came upon a man.
The man was a strange sight at first, and that never changed. The man introduced Daimaou to a race, and to an animal called horses. These horses were incredible, and were exceptionally strong. They had taken Piccolo, and left him ride on them almost as fast as he could fly which at the time, he had to admit, wasn't very speedy at all. The horse race was interesting, but that wasn't enough for this strange man.
The heavily bandaged man had only one rule for the race. You must stay on the horses. The emerald educator had assumed that this meant it was a simple race, but was horribly wrong. Within moments, he was brutally maimed by a sadistic human with a sword. He hadn't lasted long, Daimaou laughed to himself.
Many challenges awaited him throughout the race, but the end was the greatest of all. There was a cave, and this cave was where the reward was to be. Piccolo had ventured in, but was sadly mistaken. The man who had recruited him was waiting there, and his name was Hexx.
Hexx had proven to be a great challenge, but not great enough for Daimaou to conquer. In a great death fight, he had used the Masenko wave to knock Hexx away, making his head bash into a wall. Knocking him unconscious, the Jade Namekian didn't last much longer, and collapsed a few feet away from him.
Next, after going to the forest to learn how to control his Ki sense power, he had met a new friend. A smart ass, but a great warrior none the less. The blue swordsman named Gokua had come searching for a teacher, and Daimaou was happy to help him.
At first, his fighting style had been sloppy. But after constant drills, he had gotten much better, and he was a great fighter when paired with his Namekian teacher. They had done much together, which led him to the next part...
A great tournament had come to earth, one to 'honor' Furiza. It was called the Furiza fiesta, and Piccolo Daimaou and Gokua had gone to participate. Unfortunately, Gokua hadn't trained quite enough, and was knocked out well before his elder. Piccolo Daimaou had strapped on his newly acquired battle charger, and had started to fight tooth and claw against Bojack and Cell. They had eventually overpowered the determined Namekian, but not before Piccolo had knocked out the adder.
After Gokua woke up, they went for much training. On the first night, something extremely strange had occurred. Piccolo Daimaou had dreamed that he had found his young student dead. The young swordsman, no, his best friend, was in a pool of blood. Cell was the cause of this in the dream, and the jade Namekian had woke up in a great fright. Starring around, he saw Gokua was still there, and he was able to go back to sleep. The next day, Daimaou had learned his student was tired of training, and yearned for a change of landscape, so they decided to go for a trip.
They had gone to town. Gokua had never been somewhere as great as the enormous West city, and Piccolo wanted to do something nice for him. This was strange, because although he loved nature, he had never thought of a friend like this.
Although it was a day off, they still managed to keep themselves busy. An old woman had gotten her purse stolen, and the emerald educator wanted to help, having his alignment transformed, and his outlook on life adjusted. Flying in, he had quickly found the robber, but a sudden twist came about. Many, many warriors came from the surrounding doors, and had leaped and captured Daimaou, and simply left Gokua for dead.
This was horrible! Piccolo had woken in his tube, and was instantly worried for his greatest friend. If he had died, he would have become the way he once was, uncaring and cold. He had learned his captor was Hexx, revived from being splattered, and fitted with many robotic parts. He had become an android.
A great fight had occurred, and Piccolo Daimaou was getting the crap beaten out of him. Heavy blood loss, bones breaking, screams of agony, all came from the horrible Hexx. Daimaou was about to be killed by his opponent, until something extraordinary happened. Gokua had built himself a strange sword, and flung it in Hexx's direction. Piercing his arm, he couldn't have been happier to see his student.
After a great fight, his great friend and himself and beaten the insane Hexx, and had left for their headquarters. After going to train once again, they met up with a few other warriors. It was the first sighting of Yajirobe, and a great battle was going on. He later learned it was with a race known as the Bio-Androids, and they were trying to take down the earth.
After fighting with some ninja's, which was fairly uninteresting, they had gotten themselves trapped in a room. They started to fight with a bio android named Crush, a Bio-Saiyan who had the power to go Super Saiyan...and as this form; he was easily able to beat the great duo. They thought they had won, but it seemed he had pulled through, and they had seen him before they were teleported away.
After training on the lookout, and awaiting training in a room called the RoSaT. This training would make each day seem like an eternity within the chamber. It would have been a great experience for training, but he had ended up having to cut out. Out of nowhere, he had been teleported to a strange place...here.
This place was the second area Daimaou could describe to be a hell hole. Not because of how the area looked, but the predicament they were in. Death was fairly imminent for everyone, except one. The champion of the Friend and Foe tournament.
It all led up to this. Finding those who he had thought to being his friends, and then being beaten to a pulp. He had resigned by now to death, and knew it was coming. At least he would be able to see Kirano again...
Wait! What am I thinking? He inquired inwardly. I am Piccolo Daimaou! I have done so much! And I won't resign to death! If I have to die, I want to go down FIGHTING!
He looked at his battle charger. Ten minutes, still plenty of time. He knew he would die unless he tried something. He could feel he had Ki left, but he wasn't sure if he had enough to regenerate himself to the point of escaping death. The problem was if he fell short, then he would just die. I don't care anymore, he thought to himself, I'll die anyway. The difference will be I will not die without seeing Gokua again! He was fueled by his newly acquired inspiration. He wanted to see Gokua, the one he had become so good for, the one he would die for. He would not die in vain.
Concentrating, he put in all his Ki, every last bit of it. He pushed it all too all the bleeding spots, and he could feel them healing. The question was, if he didn't heal all of them, he wouldn't be able to keep going. He was done healing, and he held his breath. He brushed the still fluid blood off, and felt around. He wasn't bleeding anymore! Feeling rejuvenated, he started to force his energy upwards. Healing once again, he could feel everything snap back into place. His body was perfect once more, ready for action.
Everything returning to him, he pushed all the energy he had outwards. The crater he had dug himself into exploded, and he saw Piccolo and Android Seventeen were surprised he was still alive. The Super Namekian wasn't so super anymore, having used up all his energy.
"Son, if there's one thing I should have taught you, is that you should always finish a job," Daimaou started to say tauntingly; "Now I'll make you wish you had finished me off."
He flared his energy once more, with returned vigor and emotional feeling. He was determined to live. He had imagined his death fighting off some great force with Gokua, and he was going to stay true to this.
"Come on!" He yelled out to his opponents.
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Android 17 - 10-24-2005
Still alive?the namekian was still alive! Still, Android Seventeen did not feel the least bit intimidated by the warrior?s display for some odd reason. The android had fought things far worse then some enraged namekian. The warrior?s outburst may have seemed threatening, but both Seventeen and Piccolo knew their opponent was struggling on the inside. The elder namekian?s charade would do little to prevent his demise; however, as the machine-hybrid went to locate his scouter, his hands came to rest on a small, plastic bag. Pulling the bag from his satchel, Seventeen started to smile and chuckle. Inside the clear bag were two large, olive-green seeds covered in light fibers.
Piccolo stared at his android ally for a few moments before understanding what dwelled within the two green seeds. The jade warrior pulled out an identical object from his sash and threw it into the ground. Android Seventeen followed suit, and then the android pulled out a small bottle of blue liquid. The machine-hybrid sprayed the fluid over the large seeds and then pushed them into the red soil. This entire time, Piccolo Daimaou had watched intently, but now he was healed completely?ready to finish the confrontation. The elder namekian darted forward, his foot coming from nowhere to send the android doubling over in pain. However, Seventeen cared little about the blow from Daimaou. Even with his artificial boost in ki, the jade warrior was weakening slowly. Piccolo Daimaou?s time was running slim, and with every passing second, the advantage went to Piccolo and Android Seventeen.
The attacking namekian tackled his younger counterpart, and the two were soon engaged in a one-sided physical duel. Even without his Super Namekian powers, the younger Piccolo was still the superior warrior. Seventeen stayed on the ground and watched three green sprouts pop out of the red earth. The shoots swayed effortlessly in the wind as they started to develop. Meanwhile, Piccolo had gained the upper hand?the younger namekian was beating the face of his father against the ground, creating deep fissures in the earth. Daimaou was grunting in disapproval, but he could do little to break his son?s grip on his arms. Without warning, the elder namekian?his ki surging once more?suddenly found his way out of the vice-like grasp of Piccolo. As he rolled away, the older Piccolo discharged a massive wave of ki upon his youthful counterpart. The beam of ki struck the young, confused namekian and disintegrated his shoulder joint. The remaining portion of Piccolo?s right arm fell to the ground and convulsed once before settling into a pool of green blood.
As the jade warrior took to the sky, his arm already began to regenerate. The process was far less time-consuming for Piccolo then it was for his aged counterpart. Daimaou watched his opponent stop in midair and spin to reveal a completely regenerated limb. The airborne namekian snickered with malice at his inferior adversary. Yards removed from the combat, Seventeen sat and watched the growing seeds. They were nearly a foot tall and almost ready to be usable. In the meantime, the machine-hybrid was having fun watching the two green warriors fight. Now they were both airborne, darting in and out of combat. They were moving faster then normal eyes could see, and every time the namekians came together they created a sonic boom.
A slight rumble on the ground near the android?s feet grabbed his attention. Seventeen turned his head to see the three sprouts sink into the ground to go through their final stage of development. Within seconds, the earth started to split as green hands fought upward. The machine-hybrid stepped away and turned his attention back to the dueling namekians; however, the action had stopped as soon as it had begun. Piccolo Daimaou was once again being choked by his younger equivalent. The elder warrior was kicking erratically in an effort to escape the superior hold of Piccolo. Then the aged warrior?s synthetic boost of ki activated, and without warning, Daimaou threw his hands against his attacker?s chest. A giant ray of ki burst through the back of the jade warrior as he was forced to release his prey. Piccolo Daimaou rejoiced the small victory and turned his eyes to his other assailant.
Android Seventeen had his attention on the ground, and the aged namekian saw this as the perfect opening for attack. Oblivious to what had occurred during his brief clash with his own son, Piccolo Daimaou descended up his new target?blazing downward like a shooting star, but then what the android had been waiting for happened. Three small, green creatures exploded from their earthy origin and let out a chorus of impish cries. About three feet tall, the humanoids were only two shades of green. A dark, leaf-like shade of green made up the organic armor on their chest, hands, and feet, and the rest of their body was a pale, lime color. Their fingers and toes were stout, white claws.
?Saibamen! Attack!? the machine-hybrid screamed as his opponent neared him. The three soldiers followed their orders and dove into the air?intercepting Daimaou as he tried to alter his trajectory. Chirping oddly, the first Saibaman struck directly in the face of his target, and then the android?s saibamen followed up with two punches that sent the dazed namekian spiraling to the ground. Piccolo Daimaou flipped back up seconds later because he knew he did not want his adrenaline rush ending before he could finish the battle. However, he knew that even his battle charger may not be able to deal with the three creatures his devious attackers had created. With his ki sense, the elder namekian could figure out that the seed his son had buried resulting in a warrior superior to the two that Seventeen had planted. Were these Saibamen directly linked to the fighter that held on to them when they were seeds? The time to thing was lost amid the chaos that ensued following another order from the machine-hybrid.
Piccolo Daimaou tried to keep up with all six of the tiny limbs, but every time he would block or slap away one Saibaman, the other two would land direct hits. The elder namekian felt new wounds opening up on his face, and he could not do anything to prevent the onslaught that was slowly robbing him of his life. Android Seventeen watched on as the three Saibamen got the best of his opponent. Daimaou was struggling to deal with three warriors constantly attacking him even though the namekian was obviously stronger then each of the warriors. The machine-hybrid watched on as his adversary was thrown against a wall of stone. As Daimaou ricocheted off the unforgiving surface, he unleashed a large blast of ki. The trio of Saibamen shouted in detest as they were thrown to the ground by the sudden attack. The elder Piccolo shot forward?his hand raised and ready to finish of his stunned attackers. His effort was cut short as Seventeen?s boot split the bone of his right forearm in half. Android Seventeen pushed off the namekian?s crippled arm and landed next to the triumvirate of tiny warriors.
?Have you no honor?? the injured namekian questioned, ?relying on these monsters and sneak attacks to defeat me?? Piccolo Daimaou?s words made the machine-hybrid laugh.
?Honor?? the android said, not at all surprised at the deep, raspy voice that came out, ?I am a machine you fool?human beliefs mean nothing to me?victory is all that interests,? with that said, Android Seventeen raised a palm towards Daimaou. The namekian reset his severed bone to initiate the regeneration process, but the blast of ki from his cybernetic attacker cut his plans short. The elder namekian stumbled backwards and went to escape into the air. His retreat was quickly thwarted by the surprise attack of the three Saibamen. Seventeen watched the miniature warriors beat Piccolo Daimaou back to the ground. Once there, they once again started to kick and strike the aching namekian.
His aura surged to life once more, and Piccolo Daimaou shoved away his assailants long enough to stand again. The three Saibamen jumped back to the immobile android, and the strongest one stepped forward. The creature leaned forward and his vein-covered cranium split in half, unleashing a fountain of white-green liquid. The elder namekian raised his hands to shield his face as the impact of the acid robbed him of a vertical position, but that was the least of his worries. The burning sensation took effect seconds later, and Daimaou looked down to realize parts of his skin were melting. The jade warrior fought back the urge to cry out and looked to see if his battle charger had been damaged. The bracelet remained unharmed, but Piccolo Daimaou realized his remaining time was down to a mere three minutes. The elder namekian regained his composure and looked up to lock gazes with his the cold-blooded android.
The elder namekian?s energy surged one final time as a massive amount of ki found its home in his scarred hands. Piccolo Daimaou unleashed a primal scream as a ring of ki exploded from his entire body. The light that resulted blinded the android for a few seconds before the force struck him. Pain followed that was so unbearable the machine-hybrid believed death was upon him, but as soon as the attack was unleashed?it fizzled out. Amid the blinding lights and ki, a single, concentrated corkscrew of energy had penetrated the turmoil that was Daimaou?s Armageddon technique. Android Seventeen, realizing the outburst by the elder namekian had ended prematurely, opened his eyes to see what had happened. The three Saibamen were burnt and smoking, but they were still breathing and twitching on the scarred ground. Seventeen looked to where Daimaou was standing before the attack to see what had occurred. A massive hole stood where the namekian?s stomach would normally have been.
Seventeen stood up, a taxing process, and noticed a grinning Piccolo that stood a few yards behind him. It had taken the young namekian what seemed like an eternity, but Piccolo had recovered from the grievous wound his aged counterpart had dealt him. The grinning warrior?s fingers were still pointed forward?still aimed at their target. In the midst of the pandemonium caused by Daimaou?s desperation attack, Piccolo had got the perfect shot. The younger namekian walked over to his android ally, and the duo started to cackle once more. However, Piccolo Daimaou was not ready to throw in the towel. The aged namekian, the wound still bleeding profusely, raised his hands into the air. To the chagrin of both Android Seventeen and Piccolo, their opponent still had enough strength to fight them. The smudged screen of the battle charger revealed the final minute of Daimaou?s synthetic ki boost.
?It is time to finish this,? Piccolo Daimaou yelled. His best move had failed, but there was still one more trick up the warrior?s sleeve.
?Indeed,? Seventeen rasped, channeling ki as well. Piccolo was following suit?preparing for what would be the final clash between Daimaou and the crazed android and namekian. His time running out, Piccolo Daimaou lowered his hand, his index and middle fingers aimed at his target. Using his free hand to steady his vibrating wrist, the elder namekian prepared for the endgame. Yards away, Piccolo and Seventeen stood side-by-side, their combined ki ball ready to contest the elder namekian?s final endeavor.
?Final Testament!? Piccolo Daimaou shouted, unleashing the wave of ki against his two adversaries. Piccolo and Android Seventeen grinned and unleashed their own, combined wave of ki against the elder namekian. The two energy beams meet, instantly causing the ground beneath them to break away and disintegrate. Next to the conflict, the three Saibamen regained their composure and ran to their masters? sides. With a childish scream, they gave their power to the combined attack of their masters.
The contest between the two beams of ki was over just as soon as it started?
(OOC: Left it open for Burter to write the conclusion...)
[2] Piccolos/A-17 - Wastelands - Burter - 10-25-2005
END OF ROUND
The power was enough for every single being on the asteroid to feel it, if the ability was there. Power strung into power, and light threaded into light. Piccolo Daimoun had put up a valient fight, but the powers of the Super Namekian outmatched his own. There was no way he could win the fight, and he knew it.
A flash of light ensued, causing the older namekian to vanish from sight. The two murder-struck warriors moved forward to check on the namek's state. Out of no where, from the dust, Daimoun roared forward, a defining "Arrrrg!" screaming through his beaten mouth. He used a sharp rock to cut into the Super Namekian's cheeck, and rip it open. Android Seventeen then blasted the broken warrior in the head, finishing him.
Piccolo growled, holding his face which was regenerating. Daimoun was gone, but he hadn't gone down without a fight.
Quote:5. Piccolo Daimoun - DEAD
Because of death by fellow player, Daimoun is actually dead and will go to the afterlife