11-14-2006, 02:19 AM
The words flashed on Zarbon?s monitor. Retreat? Now? Already? The battle had barely even started! All that time he had spent getting here, fighting the war and everything else? and now, it was just over? ?That?s bullshit!? the transformer yelled with uncontrolled rage. ?We haven?t even got to the palace yet, and we?re supposed to retreat!??
?Yes. Turn your ship around, Zarban.? Caiman said, annoyed. The mutant ignored his blatant mispronunciation this time. ?We?re done here. Whatever you might have got for your duties will be transferred to your account. Now, break off, and get out of my sight.?
?Someone?s a bit cranky.? The transformer twitched at the captain?s strict militaristic orders.
Caiman gave a ready response. ?Someone that is you??
?Someone that is you too.?
The crocodile gave a smile, holding back his true feelings for the moment. ?Just get out of here, Zarban. You?ve served your purpose here and the Cold Empire no longer has a neat for you.?
?Is that right??
?Yes, it is.?
Zarbon only grumbled. That war had been a complete waste of his time. Curiosity had really gotten the best of him this one. While he was out here doing nothing, something might have happened back on Earth. Also, he had wasted his money on the Zarwing for a war he had barely fought in.
The fact it had cup holders wasn?t as comforting as it would normally be.
?Well? What are you waiting for? Move!? the captain urged the mutant, shifting slowly away from his ship. The transformer didn?t budge, his mind focused on his faults.
?Fuck it.?
He finally left Crocpot and his team behind, heading down to the planet?s surface. In mere moments, Zarbon was over his mistake. He wasn?t going to mull over it like he had done for that bloody Friend or Foe business. ?Solutions first.? The mutant stated to no one. ?Maybe I should find Twenty too?? he added mentally. He would need some money after all this. It would be a plan to get his ship fixed up, and maybe get a few upgrades in the process. It would be better to be prepared.
Diving steeply down for a landing, the mutant slowly levelled his craft as he came to the height of the few remaining buildings in the saiyan capital. Looking down, Zarbon watched as the once proud alien race fled from his approaching ship. The transformer watched them, a smirk forming on his face. They were scared. Didn?t they know it was over? Maybe they thought he didn?t?
It didn?t matter.
Lowering his position gradually, the transformer quietly picked out a spot to park. Everything was in ruins around him. As he weaved around the few, unrecognizable remains of the once powerful structures that filled the capital, he moved freely about the cabin. A fighter, moving through the center of a planet completely unharmed? Zarbon didn?t pick up the relevance. He picked the flattened remains of a skyscraper to land; the multitude of wreckage lay on the street nearby instead of under the building itself.
Touching down softly, the transformer quickly pushed open the window above him and climbed out, landing flawlessly on the ground afterwards.
He put the Zarwing?s key in his pocket.
?No Valet? Darn.? He joked.
No laughter.
The transformer went onward into town, remembering some of his experiences during the war. It seemed funny to him, but he was up in a nice comfy plane, wasn?t he? These guys were on the ground. They had shit. Maybe a gun. Nothing was funny to them right now. It reminded him of other times. As he slowly walked through the ruined capital, he didn?t take note of anyone he saw. If he did, he might actually feel sorry for them. The mutant had his own business.
He spotted it off to the right.
A sign-up booth.
It was interesting how some organizations can set up so quickly after major, planet-altering events. Zarbon read the sign nearby, knowing the name quite well from earlier years.
A reused sign. It seemed that they had moved in quickly? and not long ago. There wasn?t even a line yet.
Raising an eyebrow, the transformer approached. The sign-up area was made up of a single table and a teletube hooked up nearby. Whoever had set it up looked to have done a shoddy job of it. The mutant looked at it a moment. ?Don?t feel like dying.?
Turning to the table, Zarbon noticed a lone man with his head down, snoring. Typical.
The transformer nudged him.
The man woke up, almost falling from his chair. ?What?oh! Hi there!? he looked around. ?You?re the first??
?Yes.? The mutant rolled his eyes.
?Good! I?m not fired then.? The apparent sign-up station operator breathed a sigh of relief. ?Now, can I help you???
?Yes,? Zarbon responded. ?This is Dante?s Abyss right??
?Oh, no! This is Dante?s Abyss: Conquest!?
Silence.
?The difference??
?It involves a whole lot of conquest. Two hundred percent more death guaranteed! Army battles. New concept that?s been developed.? The man handed over a file of information.
The transformer hesitated a moment, flipping through the folder. Then, he nodded, understanding. ?Ok. The pay out??
?Depends.? The man shrugged. ?All up to performance.?
?Okkk.? Zarbon stretched his neck a bit, thinking at the same time. He could use the money. Besides, it couldn?t be that different from the original ones, could it? Developers never had different ideas. Just recycled ones. Maybe a couple of quirks. Nothing too bad?
He went for it.
?Where do I sign??
?Ability.? His opposite responded, whipping out a camera.
?Hm??
?Show me something neat.?
?Why??
?Just do it.?
Sighing, the transformer extended his hand, forming it into a gun-shape. As fast as lightning, he picked a target, firing off a round from his Hyper Elegant Magnum and destroying his mark easily. A simple rock. With rapid succession, he let off two more blasts, both destroying their targets easily. A bit of smoke rose from where the first mark once lay.
?Ok.? The man said with approval. Zarbon didn?t expect any surprise. He had to save his energy. ?Now, just sign here.?
With a flick of his wrist, the mutant bound himself to battle.
?Alrighty then, bargainer.? Standing, the operator walked over to the teletube. ?Welcome to Dante?s Abyss. Good luck. You?ll need it.?
Zarbon stepped inside. In a second, he was gone.
OOC: Saga transfer, anyone?
?Yes. Turn your ship around, Zarban.? Caiman said, annoyed. The mutant ignored his blatant mispronunciation this time. ?We?re done here. Whatever you might have got for your duties will be transferred to your account. Now, break off, and get out of my sight.?
?Someone?s a bit cranky.? The transformer twitched at the captain?s strict militaristic orders.
Caiman gave a ready response. ?Someone that is you??
?Someone that is you too.?
The crocodile gave a smile, holding back his true feelings for the moment. ?Just get out of here, Zarban. You?ve served your purpose here and the Cold Empire no longer has a neat for you.?
?Is that right??
?Yes, it is.?
Zarbon only grumbled. That war had been a complete waste of his time. Curiosity had really gotten the best of him this one. While he was out here doing nothing, something might have happened back on Earth. Also, he had wasted his money on the Zarwing for a war he had barely fought in.
The fact it had cup holders wasn?t as comforting as it would normally be.
?Well? What are you waiting for? Move!? the captain urged the mutant, shifting slowly away from his ship. The transformer didn?t budge, his mind focused on his faults.
?Fuck it.?
He finally left Crocpot and his team behind, heading down to the planet?s surface. In mere moments, Zarbon was over his mistake. He wasn?t going to mull over it like he had done for that bloody Friend or Foe business. ?Solutions first.? The mutant stated to no one. ?Maybe I should find Twenty too?? he added mentally. He would need some money after all this. It would be a plan to get his ship fixed up, and maybe get a few upgrades in the process. It would be better to be prepared.
Diving steeply down for a landing, the mutant slowly levelled his craft as he came to the height of the few remaining buildings in the saiyan capital. Looking down, Zarbon watched as the once proud alien race fled from his approaching ship. The transformer watched them, a smirk forming on his face. They were scared. Didn?t they know it was over? Maybe they thought he didn?t?
It didn?t matter.
Lowering his position gradually, the transformer quietly picked out a spot to park. Everything was in ruins around him. As he weaved around the few, unrecognizable remains of the once powerful structures that filled the capital, he moved freely about the cabin. A fighter, moving through the center of a planet completely unharmed? Zarbon didn?t pick up the relevance. He picked the flattened remains of a skyscraper to land; the multitude of wreckage lay on the street nearby instead of under the building itself.
Touching down softly, the transformer quickly pushed open the window above him and climbed out, landing flawlessly on the ground afterwards.
He put the Zarwing?s key in his pocket.
?No Valet? Darn.? He joked.
No laughter.
The transformer went onward into town, remembering some of his experiences during the war. It seemed funny to him, but he was up in a nice comfy plane, wasn?t he? These guys were on the ground. They had shit. Maybe a gun. Nothing was funny to them right now. It reminded him of other times. As he slowly walked through the ruined capital, he didn?t take note of anyone he saw. If he did, he might actually feel sorry for them. The mutant had his own business.
He spotted it off to the right.
A sign-up booth.
It was interesting how some organizations can set up so quickly after major, planet-altering events. Zarbon read the sign nearby, knowing the name quite well from earlier years.
Conquest!
Dante?s Abyss^ Sign-ups!
Dante?s Abyss^ Sign-ups!
A reused sign. It seemed that they had moved in quickly? and not long ago. There wasn?t even a line yet.
Raising an eyebrow, the transformer approached. The sign-up area was made up of a single table and a teletube hooked up nearby. Whoever had set it up looked to have done a shoddy job of it. The mutant looked at it a moment. ?Don?t feel like dying.?
Turning to the table, Zarbon noticed a lone man with his head down, snoring. Typical.
The transformer nudged him.
The man woke up, almost falling from his chair. ?What?oh! Hi there!? he looked around. ?You?re the first??
?Yes.? The mutant rolled his eyes.
?Good! I?m not fired then.? The apparent sign-up station operator breathed a sigh of relief. ?Now, can I help you???
?Yes,? Zarbon responded. ?This is Dante?s Abyss right??
?Oh, no! This is Dante?s Abyss: Conquest!?
Silence.
?The difference??
?It involves a whole lot of conquest. Two hundred percent more death guaranteed! Army battles. New concept that?s been developed.? The man handed over a file of information.
The transformer hesitated a moment, flipping through the folder. Then, he nodded, understanding. ?Ok. The pay out??
?Depends.? The man shrugged. ?All up to performance.?
?Okkk.? Zarbon stretched his neck a bit, thinking at the same time. He could use the money. Besides, it couldn?t be that different from the original ones, could it? Developers never had different ideas. Just recycled ones. Maybe a couple of quirks. Nothing too bad?
He went for it.
?Where do I sign??
?Ability.? His opposite responded, whipping out a camera.
?Hm??
?Show me something neat.?
?Why??
?Just do it.?
Sighing, the transformer extended his hand, forming it into a gun-shape. As fast as lightning, he picked a target, firing off a round from his Hyper Elegant Magnum and destroying his mark easily. A simple rock. With rapid succession, he let off two more blasts, both destroying their targets easily. A bit of smoke rose from where the first mark once lay.
?Ok.? The man said with approval. Zarbon didn?t expect any surprise. He had to save his energy. ?Now, just sign here.?
With a flick of his wrist, the mutant bound himself to battle.
?Alrighty then, bargainer.? Standing, the operator walked over to the teletube. ?Welcome to Dante?s Abyss. Good luck. You?ll need it.?
Zarbon stepped inside. In a second, he was gone.
OOC: Saga transfer, anyone?
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