01-15-2007, 04:45 AM
Temperature, sixty-five degree?s Fahrenheit. Oil and coolant mixture status, normal. Weapons, all functional. Computer and main systems all functioning to perfection. Power Supply, operational.
His body was in good shape, and he was ready for his first test. Sixteen had taken a stroll away from Monte Cristo to test his body for the upcoming fight. It had been so long since he?d tapped into his fighting spirit, and moved at the speeds needed that he had to make sure.
Paragus had been told to keep all men away from the area, and that no scouter would detect where or what he was doing. It was one android, finally spreading his wings. As a cool breeze drove northward, the android commander lowered himself into his fighting stance. The memories of battle hit him as he bent his knees to the needed angle, the thoughts of his favorite combinations and attacks hit him like a hammer.
It was a few minutes of silence, before the calm warrior jolted his right knee upwards at the opponent with no name or body. With no wasted movements or power, his left knee sliced through the air, followed by a most powerful right palm directed to the chest. From his palm, a small burst of ki emerged swirling in place, and with a small grunt was thrust from its position.
Screaming after the image of his opponent, the ki ball slammed into the ground forcefully, creating a small cloud of dust and debris around the area of effect. Smirking the android fell to the ground, ?Power-up ready, in three, two, one.?
Instantly a burst of power surged around the mechanical fighter, swirling it?s way above his head. Kicking up the loose ground around him as it grew, he lowered himself further. ?Lets ditch these hands,? he screamed, tapping a button on his left wrist uncoupling his massive hand.
Side-arming his own fist a small jet of energy bust from it?s end shooting around like a bottle rocket. ?Come to me,? Sixteen called, waiting a few seconds for his hand to get to full speed.
Almost immediately after his call, the hand whipped around making a beeline towards him. At speed?s almost undetectable to the human eye, it screamed closer, but Sixteen held his ground. ?Bullet Time,? he roared in his usual monotone.
The area in front of him seemed to almost stop completely, as well as the oncoming metallic fist. His vision was slightly blurred, but clear enough for him to make out the distance and exact time that he had to make his move. ?Dodge, and counter,? he thought to himself.
Time returned to the norm, and the fist screamed once more. Sixteen dug down, pushing his left foot to the right slightly, putting himself just out of the fists range. Lunging his right arm forwards, the commander grabbed hold of his own hand by the thumb, and with a forceful thrust he returned it to it?s place.
?Power down commencing in three, two, one.?
The spinning sphere of power around him disappeared instantly, and the android warrior lifted himself back to a normal position. ?It?s too much drain on my system, I must be careful with this one,? Sixteen thought as he checked his systems once more.
Temperature, sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Oil and coolant mixture status, plus three coolant. Weapons, all functional. Computer and main systems, functioning at eighty three percent. Power Supply, ninety percent.
His body was in good shape, and he was ready for his first test. Sixteen had taken a stroll away from Monte Cristo to test his body for the upcoming fight. It had been so long since he?d tapped into his fighting spirit, and moved at the speeds needed that he had to make sure.
Paragus had been told to keep all men away from the area, and that no scouter would detect where or what he was doing. It was one android, finally spreading his wings. As a cool breeze drove northward, the android commander lowered himself into his fighting stance. The memories of battle hit him as he bent his knees to the needed angle, the thoughts of his favorite combinations and attacks hit him like a hammer.
It was a few minutes of silence, before the calm warrior jolted his right knee upwards at the opponent with no name or body. With no wasted movements or power, his left knee sliced through the air, followed by a most powerful right palm directed to the chest. From his palm, a small burst of ki emerged swirling in place, and with a small grunt was thrust from its position.
Screaming after the image of his opponent, the ki ball slammed into the ground forcefully, creating a small cloud of dust and debris around the area of effect. Smirking the android fell to the ground, ?Power-up ready, in three, two, one.?
Instantly a burst of power surged around the mechanical fighter, swirling it?s way above his head. Kicking up the loose ground around him as it grew, he lowered himself further. ?Lets ditch these hands,? he screamed, tapping a button on his left wrist uncoupling his massive hand.
Side-arming his own fist a small jet of energy bust from it?s end shooting around like a bottle rocket. ?Come to me,? Sixteen called, waiting a few seconds for his hand to get to full speed.
Almost immediately after his call, the hand whipped around making a beeline towards him. At speed?s almost undetectable to the human eye, it screamed closer, but Sixteen held his ground. ?Bullet Time,? he roared in his usual monotone.
The area in front of him seemed to almost stop completely, as well as the oncoming metallic fist. His vision was slightly blurred, but clear enough for him to make out the distance and exact time that he had to make his move. ?Dodge, and counter,? he thought to himself.
Time returned to the norm, and the fist screamed once more. Sixteen dug down, pushing his left foot to the right slightly, putting himself just out of the fists range. Lunging his right arm forwards, the commander grabbed hold of his own hand by the thumb, and with a forceful thrust he returned it to it?s place.
?Power down commencing in three, two, one.?
The spinning sphere of power around him disappeared instantly, and the android warrior lifted himself back to a normal position. ?It?s too much drain on my system, I must be careful with this one,? Sixteen thought as he checked his systems once more.
Temperature, sixty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Oil and coolant mixture status, plus three coolant. Weapons, all functional. Computer and main systems, functioning at eighty three percent. Power Supply, ninety percent.