[M][Namek] The Tempest

[Vad]

A swirling cluster fuck of blue, red and black particles pierced their way into the saiyans vision. Vad felt his body being lifted away into a void as if he were being cast out into space. His skin felt like it was being slowly peeled off, but pain wasn't the byproduct; a strange tingling sensation was. A tremendous headache overcame him as he was cast out of the teleportation pod and directly into the middle of the barracks mess hall floor.

Climbing to his feet, one eye open, the veteran warrior cursed to himself. Even with the ship in red alert, the aliens needed to eat and rest. Every yellow populating the room turned to face the three alien newcomers who had decided to grace them with their presence.

"Oh shit..."

Without waiting for his wife or Prototype to regain their equilibrium from Zulenka, the blood drunk saiyan, dropkicked the nearest alien sending his tray of food spilling into the table next to him. The room immediately started buzzing with pissed off invaders. Rolling right Vad quickly climbed to his feet sweeping an alien to his immediate right down to the floor. Driving a blade through its face he abruptly ended its life.

The saiyan's scouter lit up and began tracking each target in the room keeping tabs on the ones closest to the saiyan. With both serrated blades out and ready Vad began carving into the group one by one. Hacking into an alien sitting at the table before him dissolved his blade momentarily, took hold of its severed upper body and smashed it into an alien to his left; blood and saliva splashed from its mouth as it fell backward into more oncoming aliens. A loud sonic boom that shook the very foundation of the room they were in proceeded by a massive beam of pink energy was all the acknowledgement that Vad needed to know that his wife was ready to kick ass.

Prototype's heads up display finally restarted and to his horror he was sprayed with an aliens blood as Vad cut it down before it could reach him. Quickly regaining his composure he took a deep breath and readied his suit for combat.

"Common! This is as good a time as any to get you familiar with combat. Pick a target, focus on him, but keep the area around you in your peripheral." The saiyan encouraged as he formed a shield from his left blade and knelt down, lifting an alien up and over his head.

Bringing the creature down onto a nearby table Vad crushed it's sternum beneath the heavy steel device, buckling the metal structures legs as well. Driving the bladed edge of the shield into his foes neck, Vad severed its head and batted it into the remaining group of aliens who had been effectively cornered away from the exit. Having blasted the door controls Trixie had sealed the mess hall and was now standing guard, her hands lit up by pulsating orbs of pink energy; her eyes glowing brightly with a pink mist that gently floated upward past her hair before dissipating just above her head.

Vad grinned with sadistic pleasure as he and Prototype closed in on the group huddled in the corner ready to defend themselves. Most of them had been unprepared. It was obvious that the group they had ambushed had been relieved of active duty. Unarmed and in need of rest they were hardly a challenge. Vad, of course, wasn't about to deny himself the pleasure of a good slaughter, but he did want a challenge. Cutting down the closet alien Vad took hold of its head and severed it from the rest of its body. Taking hold of the corpse he tossed the second head into the group before him.

"Now. You can either tell us how to get to the cockpit of this thing or perish with only your anguish to keep you company."

None of them spoke. Stepping closer, Vad put his boot through a dead aliens chest.

"I won't extend this offer again." Zulenka growled.

Prototype was fixated on his partner. He was completely calm, his hands steady like a crocodile ready to grasp its prey. It was amazing, but at the same time horrifying. How could such a man exist? No matter. They needed to find the cockpit and take control of the ship. The entire planet of Namek depended on them and invading team to do so. Just as Vad was about to execute the group of aliens the door behind Trixie was struck leaving a considerable dent in the metal. Twirling his index finger in a circle vertically the saiyan told his wife it was time to wrap up their little fight and she incinerated them within a wall of pink energy that she had conjured up and pushed in their direction. The thin barrier of pink ki slowly incinerated the aliens as it moved into the corner they had piled into.

Flipping the tables closest to the teleportation tubes on their sides to create a shoddy defilade Vad knelt behind one on the right with a view of the door.

"Whatever's behind that door we hold here. If it's too much we fall back to the pods and hope that we don't end up in another section populated by aliens."

The creature on the other side of the door continued its' attempt to break into the mess hall. With a deep breath Vad lifted his head and watched as the mess hall door was thrown from its track. Colliding with a heavy thud against the opposite wall the creature that had been trying to enter walked in.

"Shit, babe. That's General Fum." Vad relayed to his wife.

Tapping Prototype on the shoulder he whispered his plan to the suited man. Him and Trixie were going to unleashed two energy attacks at the Generals' feet while Zulenka was to launch a sharpened shield at the commanders chest. They were going to take the brief opportunity to enter the teleportation tunnels.

He hoped to Christ it worked.