01-18-2007, 02:28 AM
The Saiya-Jin gasped for air as he ran, his eyes flashing from side to side. Through the darkened tunnel he ran, clueless as to where he was heading. Then, as if a curtain was being lifted from his eyes, the darkness dissipated. There he stood in an auditorium-like room, the walls, floors, and ceilings made of a faded, yellow stone. Lab equipment lined the tables that filled the room, a green, gooey liquid waiting stagnant in a multitude of beakers. At the opposing end sat a gargantuan vat of the solution. Only feet from it, a figure lay kneeling on the cold stone, his head tilted down in silent meditation. As Broli took a step in, the figure raised his head, ears twitching to the sound of the Saiya-Jin. He stood, turning ever so slightly to face Burori. As he recognized the Saiyan, a look of disgust spread across his face.
?It can?t be? Nubian?? The Saiyan?s jaw released from its hinges, his eyes staring madly at the Vegetian Ambassador. ?You?re dead!?
Nubian showed no change in emotion, the same repugnant glare glossed over his face. Suddenly, Nubian barred a row of razor-sharp, fang-like teeth, screeching at the top of his lungs. The lab equipment shimmered and shattered, glass bursting into the air. Broli threw his hands up, shutting his eyes as he fell backwards.
?Broli?? The Commander opened his eyes. A dimly lit lantern hung from above, barely managing to illuminate the tunnel. ?Broli!? The voice came again, firmer than the first time. A set of glaring eyes met his own. They belonged to a figure standing before him, even taller than he. Even in the darkness, he recognized the Sativan Army uniform as well as the scruffy, unshaven face and deep, brown eyes.
?Tarango??
?Are you alright? C?mon, we need to get to the Reactor Core.?
Broli looked around slowly. ?The Reactor Core???
?What?s gotten into you? We need to reroute the power to the Outer Shield. We don?t have time to dilly-dally!? Tarango furrowed his eyebrows, looking over his counterpart with concern.
?Er, right, the Reactor Core. Let?s go.? Broli snapped, as if waking from a dream.
Tarango stared for a moment, and then, deciding not to worry about the peculiarity of his friend, shrugged and pointed to the wall. ?According to the Layout Map, the Reactor Core should be?? he placed a finger on the map, ?? here. Let?s go.? Within moments, Tarango had disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel, Broli taking a deep breath before following.
A flash of light. A crackle of electricity. Broli found himself standing on the steel grating of a narrow bridge leading to an array of consoles. Below them in the massive, circular room, pipes connected like a spiderweb, volts of electricity crackling along the metallic surfaces. It was a wonder that the consoles themselves remained unharmed. ?Let?s just get this over with,? Broli found himself saying.
Tarango needed no further encouragement. He began stepping towards the computers.
Another flash. Tarango lay on the cold floor, a lifeless figure as an unnamed warrior bashed his head against the ground. Save him. Broli tried to move, but his legs wouldn?t allow it. Save him! His feet remained frozen to the floor, the Saiyan opening his mouth to scream. No sound would come, however. Summoning every inch of strength in him, he shut his eyes, attempting to scream once more.
?Take a seat.? He opened his eyes. A long, wooden table was before him, five men seated behind it. A single, empty chair awaited on his side. As if not in control of his body, he stepped forward, placing himself in the seat. The largest of the five began to speak, yet his words were inaudible to Broli?s ears. Utter silence filled the room as the figures moved sporatically. The main character?s lips fluttered at an inhuman speed, and then, as if needing no bidding, the room slowed. ?Don?t worry about Tarango. I have other plans for him.? Rischevek. The figure laughed sardonically.
Other plans?[i] He nodded to himself quietly. [i]That?s right. Tarango was given to Nubian and injected with Traichetta-B. That?s what made him? Broli?s eyes widened as the realization slammed into his skull.
Flames surrounded them. The room was empty other than Broli and Rischevek. Rischevek lay on the floor, eyes wide with fear, head still dripping with blood from the gaping wound made by the ki pistol in his hand. A wisp of air passed by, startling Burori, his head turning to the window in time to see a shadow pass by. The Black Demon.
He rushed outside, running to the center of the street. Only yards away stood a shadowy figure. ?Why didn?t you save me?? He immediately asked, lifting his face into the light of the flames. Again, Broli found himself lacking the words to speak.
?Why didn?t you save me?? He asked again. As Broli blinked, he found himself staring face to face with the creature. Tarango?s bloody face was within inches of his own.
?I couldn?t!? Burori managed to cry out.
?Liar! You couldn?t save me! You can?t save anyone!? And as if like a ghost, Tarango stepped through Broli?s body. The Saiya-Jin turned, attempting to chase after him, yet he had no chance. A nearby building, consumed in flames, came crashing down upon him?
OOC: More to come, along with orders for the Dante army.
?It can?t be? Nubian?? The Saiyan?s jaw released from its hinges, his eyes staring madly at the Vegetian Ambassador. ?You?re dead!?
Nubian showed no change in emotion, the same repugnant glare glossed over his face. Suddenly, Nubian barred a row of razor-sharp, fang-like teeth, screeching at the top of his lungs. The lab equipment shimmered and shattered, glass bursting into the air. Broli threw his hands up, shutting his eyes as he fell backwards.
?Broli?? The Commander opened his eyes. A dimly lit lantern hung from above, barely managing to illuminate the tunnel. ?Broli!? The voice came again, firmer than the first time. A set of glaring eyes met his own. They belonged to a figure standing before him, even taller than he. Even in the darkness, he recognized the Sativan Army uniform as well as the scruffy, unshaven face and deep, brown eyes.
?Tarango??
?Are you alright? C?mon, we need to get to the Reactor Core.?
Broli looked around slowly. ?The Reactor Core???
?What?s gotten into you? We need to reroute the power to the Outer Shield. We don?t have time to dilly-dally!? Tarango furrowed his eyebrows, looking over his counterpart with concern.
?Er, right, the Reactor Core. Let?s go.? Broli snapped, as if waking from a dream.
Tarango stared for a moment, and then, deciding not to worry about the peculiarity of his friend, shrugged and pointed to the wall. ?According to the Layout Map, the Reactor Core should be?? he placed a finger on the map, ?? here. Let?s go.? Within moments, Tarango had disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel, Broli taking a deep breath before following.
A flash of light. A crackle of electricity. Broli found himself standing on the steel grating of a narrow bridge leading to an array of consoles. Below them in the massive, circular room, pipes connected like a spiderweb, volts of electricity crackling along the metallic surfaces. It was a wonder that the consoles themselves remained unharmed. ?Let?s just get this over with,? Broli found himself saying.
Tarango needed no further encouragement. He began stepping towards the computers.
Another flash. Tarango lay on the cold floor, a lifeless figure as an unnamed warrior bashed his head against the ground. Save him. Broli tried to move, but his legs wouldn?t allow it. Save him! His feet remained frozen to the floor, the Saiyan opening his mouth to scream. No sound would come, however. Summoning every inch of strength in him, he shut his eyes, attempting to scream once more.
?Take a seat.? He opened his eyes. A long, wooden table was before him, five men seated behind it. A single, empty chair awaited on his side. As if not in control of his body, he stepped forward, placing himself in the seat. The largest of the five began to speak, yet his words were inaudible to Broli?s ears. Utter silence filled the room as the figures moved sporatically. The main character?s lips fluttered at an inhuman speed, and then, as if needing no bidding, the room slowed. ?Don?t worry about Tarango. I have other plans for him.? Rischevek. The figure laughed sardonically.
Other plans?[i] He nodded to himself quietly. [i]That?s right. Tarango was given to Nubian and injected with Traichetta-B. That?s what made him? Broli?s eyes widened as the realization slammed into his skull.
Flames surrounded them. The room was empty other than Broli and Rischevek. Rischevek lay on the floor, eyes wide with fear, head still dripping with blood from the gaping wound made by the ki pistol in his hand. A wisp of air passed by, startling Burori, his head turning to the window in time to see a shadow pass by. The Black Demon.
He rushed outside, running to the center of the street. Only yards away stood a shadowy figure. ?Why didn?t you save me?? He immediately asked, lifting his face into the light of the flames. Again, Broli found himself lacking the words to speak.
?Why didn?t you save me?? He asked again. As Broli blinked, he found himself staring face to face with the creature. Tarango?s bloody face was within inches of his own.
?I couldn?t!? Burori managed to cry out.
?Liar! You couldn?t save me! You can?t save anyone!? And as if like a ghost, Tarango stepped through Broli?s body. The Saiya-Jin turned, attempting to chase after him, yet he had no chance. A nearby building, consumed in flames, came crashing down upon him?
OOC: More to come, along with orders for the Dante army.