01-11-2011, 09:32 AM
It was all happening. The cryptic message was coming to fruition. Some form of unspecified invasion involving a force with the sparsest of descriptions was descending upon Planet Namek in the hopes of ... subduing the population? Conquest? That wasn't explicitly defined, but they were here and they weren't carrying white flags. No, this was a planetary incursion, and Robert was in the thick of it.
He stood with Vad and Trixie at the Ja City Space Port. A portion of the planet's militia had set up base with them, cradled behind the massive bomb resistant walls that had been constructed in less than a day, thanks to Robert's pull. While the material was repeatedly tested against explosions and basic munitions, Falconer realised that these yellow clad aliens may hold weaponry capable of burning through their only barricade with little trouble at all. Of course, that was speculation, and that didn't help any.
Vad had since awoken from his exhaustion induced nap but his stoic countenance and antisocial attitude seemed no better for it. The saiyan's focus had lifted from the vandalising human and switched to the upcoming battle. His eyes scoured the space port as if he were mentally taking stock of soldiers, supplies, defenses and weaponry. A strange concentrated calm radiated from the man, like he was bred for a situation just like this one.
At the behest of the tailed man and his wife, Robert enlisted in the militia. Apparently it was a good idea, but he didn't really see a reason why he couldn't be a free agent. Allying themselves with the only other protecting body on the world was indeed a smart choice resource wise, but he hadn't joined the borderline psychotic and his probably similar partner to take orders from some grey haired, star badged general. He was here for fun, to discover the full functionality of his power suit, and if there had to be a third thing, to safeguard the populace of Namek. He had every intention of breaking rank if he needed to.
Falconer never had a true chance to implement the potential of the power suit. Theoretically he knew what it was capable of, but its only field test was during a rather tame bank robbery. Still, it was nice to know that flight, bullet deflection and energy protection were all successful and reliable components of the technological armour, but what else of its design would work? A war would surely bring out its abilities to the forefront, for better or worse.
"So," Trixie said unexpectedly, making Robert jump a little, "this is your first time fighting?"
"On a grand scale like this? Yeah." Nerves were beginning to rise in the pit of his stomach.
"Do you really think you can go toe-to-toe with an unknown enemy like that?" she pointed out, indicating Robert's smart casual robe and clothes. The only visible weapon was a dagger stuffed into his belt.
Robert grinned, feeling confidence rebuild over his fear. "Oh, definitely not! I wouldn't be joining the fray in these tactically useless but stylish threads."
"So what are you going to do?" Trixie replied, folding her arms.
"You'll see," Robert said slyly, winking. "You'll see."
Vad shot him a cold stare, possibly catching the wink, and Robert dropped his cheeky disposition.
Suddenly an alarm siren blared through the space port. Vad instantly perked up. Militia troops scampered from end to end, rushing towards stockpiles of rifles, grenades, rocket launchers and whatever other tools of war they could strap to their bodies and crowd into their hands. The four gates, one on each wall, parted gradually. Something was happening, and it didn't take a military genius to see what.
Robert peered through the closest opening gate. An immense wave of wriggling yellow caterpillars blanketed the horizon, growing larger with every moment. Interspersed were other colours, but they were vastly overwhelmed by the sea of butter churning forward. Troops young and old stormed out of the gates, roaring viciously at the top of their lungs. Humans, nameks and small contributors of other unidentifiable races joined the ranks, spilling out into Ja City to greet the belligerent warmongers.
Impulsively Falconer dashed after them, but a smooth metal gauntlet caught his chest. Vad outstretched his arm, his eyes unmoving from the imminent battle outside. "Not yet."
"Not yet?!" Robert repeated, his heart pounding in his chest. "The war's out there! Let's go!"
"Don't be foolish, greenhorn," Trixie condemned, sharing the same analytical stare as her husband. "Let the peons start the fight. We'll learn from their deaths, see the enemy in action. That way we have an advantage when we enter combat."
"Oh," Robert realised. It made sense, but the voracious thrill seeker in him compelled him to chase after. "C'mon! Can't I just shoot one of them?"
Neither of his acquaintances answered, but Vad pushed him backwards, delivering their opinion. They weren't to engage.
"So ... when do we do it?" Robert asked like an impatient child.
"Soon," Trixie said. The gates to the massive barrier swung shut, protecting the space port. Members of the militia who hadn't charged into the initial butchering took defensive positions about the space port, prepared to defend the structure should the offensive fail. "We'll have a good idea of what we're up against."
"Does that mean I can get ready?" Robert questioned, hope gleaming in his eyes.
Trixie scrutinised him with arrogant eyes, snorted, then looked away again. "If you think you can get more ready than that."
Falconer experienced a great surge of elation in his core. Now it was time! How he waited for this moment!
"Stand back," he warned enthusiastically, taking a step away himself. Vad and Trixie ignored the comment. "I'm about to transform."
Robert lifted the flap of his belt, revealing a small capsule wedged beneath. He savoured the moment as he pressed the button atop it, fully aware of its implications.
The master capsule sent a wireless trigger to each of the other strategically placed capsules on Robert's person. One on each arm, one on each leg, one tied about his waist and the last hanging by a string around his neck. He felt each tiny marvel of technology oscillate in response to the transmitter, activating their amazing power of storage.
Robert was engulfed in a brusque cloud of white smoke along with a comical 'pop.' Behind the visibly impenetrable shroud, a mechanical suit was beginning its warm up routines. In an instant, Falconer was covered head to toe by the sophisticated battle-tech armour, creating an impressive and intimidating adversary. As each piece had unfurled, small electrical currents pulsing from a synthetic full body black suit connected each component through an artificial nervous system. The energy core in his chest suddenly increased its energy output several fold, linking with a similar module within the power suit. After a few brief moments, a confirmation noise emanated, indicating the sync between his neural system and the suit's conduits to be a success.
Robert was now Prototype.
He stepped out of the billowing smoke with heavy feet. A sharp, angular man stood in his place coloured in reds and whites. Large sturdy armour pieces adorned his arms, shoulders, chest and legs while leaving certain areas unshielded for flexibility, where the black suit could be seen. An emerald visor allowed Robert to see through the otherwise encompassing helmet, replete with dual spiked antennae jutting from either ear of the headgear.
The cores brimmed with an amazing surplus of power. Prototype moved his arms and legs about, attacking imaginary foes to warm up his body. The normally heavy and clunky metallic exoskeleton flowed as if it weighed nothing at all on him. After he was thoroughly sure of the suit's operational capacity, he turned to his two war mentors.
"Do I look more ready now?"
He stood with Vad and Trixie at the Ja City Space Port. A portion of the planet's militia had set up base with them, cradled behind the massive bomb resistant walls that had been constructed in less than a day, thanks to Robert's pull. While the material was repeatedly tested against explosions and basic munitions, Falconer realised that these yellow clad aliens may hold weaponry capable of burning through their only barricade with little trouble at all. Of course, that was speculation, and that didn't help any.
Vad had since awoken from his exhaustion induced nap but his stoic countenance and antisocial attitude seemed no better for it. The saiyan's focus had lifted from the vandalising human and switched to the upcoming battle. His eyes scoured the space port as if he were mentally taking stock of soldiers, supplies, defenses and weaponry. A strange concentrated calm radiated from the man, like he was bred for a situation just like this one.
At the behest of the tailed man and his wife, Robert enlisted in the militia. Apparently it was a good idea, but he didn't really see a reason why he couldn't be a free agent. Allying themselves with the only other protecting body on the world was indeed a smart choice resource wise, but he hadn't joined the borderline psychotic and his probably similar partner to take orders from some grey haired, star badged general. He was here for fun, to discover the full functionality of his power suit, and if there had to be a third thing, to safeguard the populace of Namek. He had every intention of breaking rank if he needed to.
Falconer never had a true chance to implement the potential of the power suit. Theoretically he knew what it was capable of, but its only field test was during a rather tame bank robbery. Still, it was nice to know that flight, bullet deflection and energy protection were all successful and reliable components of the technological armour, but what else of its design would work? A war would surely bring out its abilities to the forefront, for better or worse.
"So," Trixie said unexpectedly, making Robert jump a little, "this is your first time fighting?"
"On a grand scale like this? Yeah." Nerves were beginning to rise in the pit of his stomach.
"Do you really think you can go toe-to-toe with an unknown enemy like that?" she pointed out, indicating Robert's smart casual robe and clothes. The only visible weapon was a dagger stuffed into his belt.
Robert grinned, feeling confidence rebuild over his fear. "Oh, definitely not! I wouldn't be joining the fray in these tactically useless but stylish threads."
"So what are you going to do?" Trixie replied, folding her arms.
"You'll see," Robert said slyly, winking. "You'll see."
Vad shot him a cold stare, possibly catching the wink, and Robert dropped his cheeky disposition.
Suddenly an alarm siren blared through the space port. Vad instantly perked up. Militia troops scampered from end to end, rushing towards stockpiles of rifles, grenades, rocket launchers and whatever other tools of war they could strap to their bodies and crowd into their hands. The four gates, one on each wall, parted gradually. Something was happening, and it didn't take a military genius to see what.
Robert peered through the closest opening gate. An immense wave of wriggling yellow caterpillars blanketed the horizon, growing larger with every moment. Interspersed were other colours, but they were vastly overwhelmed by the sea of butter churning forward. Troops young and old stormed out of the gates, roaring viciously at the top of their lungs. Humans, nameks and small contributors of other unidentifiable races joined the ranks, spilling out into Ja City to greet the belligerent warmongers.
Impulsively Falconer dashed after them, but a smooth metal gauntlet caught his chest. Vad outstretched his arm, his eyes unmoving from the imminent battle outside. "Not yet."
"Not yet?!" Robert repeated, his heart pounding in his chest. "The war's out there! Let's go!"
"Don't be foolish, greenhorn," Trixie condemned, sharing the same analytical stare as her husband. "Let the peons start the fight. We'll learn from their deaths, see the enemy in action. That way we have an advantage when we enter combat."
"Oh," Robert realised. It made sense, but the voracious thrill seeker in him compelled him to chase after. "C'mon! Can't I just shoot one of them?"
Neither of his acquaintances answered, but Vad pushed him backwards, delivering their opinion. They weren't to engage.
"So ... when do we do it?" Robert asked like an impatient child.
"Soon," Trixie said. The gates to the massive barrier swung shut, protecting the space port. Members of the militia who hadn't charged into the initial butchering took defensive positions about the space port, prepared to defend the structure should the offensive fail. "We'll have a good idea of what we're up against."
"Does that mean I can get ready?" Robert questioned, hope gleaming in his eyes.
Trixie scrutinised him with arrogant eyes, snorted, then looked away again. "If you think you can get more ready than that."
Falconer experienced a great surge of elation in his core. Now it was time! How he waited for this moment!
"Stand back," he warned enthusiastically, taking a step away himself. Vad and Trixie ignored the comment. "I'm about to transform."
Robert lifted the flap of his belt, revealing a small capsule wedged beneath. He savoured the moment as he pressed the button atop it, fully aware of its implications.
The master capsule sent a wireless trigger to each of the other strategically placed capsules on Robert's person. One on each arm, one on each leg, one tied about his waist and the last hanging by a string around his neck. He felt each tiny marvel of technology oscillate in response to the transmitter, activating their amazing power of storage.
Robert was engulfed in a brusque cloud of white smoke along with a comical 'pop.' Behind the visibly impenetrable shroud, a mechanical suit was beginning its warm up routines. In an instant, Falconer was covered head to toe by the sophisticated battle-tech armour, creating an impressive and intimidating adversary. As each piece had unfurled, small electrical currents pulsing from a synthetic full body black suit connected each component through an artificial nervous system. The energy core in his chest suddenly increased its energy output several fold, linking with a similar module within the power suit. After a few brief moments, a confirmation noise emanated, indicating the sync between his neural system and the suit's conduits to be a success.
Robert was now Prototype.
He stepped out of the billowing smoke with heavy feet. A sharp, angular man stood in his place coloured in reds and whites. Large sturdy armour pieces adorned his arms, shoulders, chest and legs while leaving certain areas unshielded for flexibility, where the black suit could be seen. An emerald visor allowed Robert to see through the otherwise encompassing helmet, replete with dual spiked antennae jutting from either ear of the headgear.
The cores brimmed with an amazing surplus of power. Prototype moved his arms and legs about, attacking imaginary foes to warm up his body. The normally heavy and clunky metallic exoskeleton flowed as if it weighed nothing at all on him. After he was thoroughly sure of the suit's operational capacity, he turned to his two war mentors.
"Do I look more ready now?"