Day One: Evening

[Hellfighter 17]

With a snort and sniffle, Seventeen replied back, ‘Name’s Seventeen. Now, why,’ he started, but paused to pick up his hat, ‘would you knock off my hat? Not cool, dude, not cool.’ The android began inspecting each of the fruit that donned the presumptuous hat. The apples were still ample, the grapes continued being great, pears were perfect, the oranges were ...orangetastic, the melons maintained magnificence, and, the fruit that took home at the top, the pump pineapple was still the pinnacle.

The saiyan merely winced at the question and stared in incredulity as Seventeen checked over every piece of fake fruit, dusting a piece when need be. ‘My name is Orion,’ he said, trying to avoid looking at the android. ‘Can you tell me why you looked at me so stupid all of a sudden? And can you give me a good reason why I should not kill you?’

Looking at Orion with a face of intense consternation, which made the saiyan want to kill himself, he started, ‘Well- ’

‘Boo!’

Out of the darkness crept even more darkness, clad in crimson clothing. Like a whir of blood, he launched himself at Orion, who quickly raised his bag to stop the Namekian’s claws from causing more damage to his head. The bag ripped apart, causing a mess of items to fall down on the ground. Seventeen looked at the items with much curiosity, and thought about what was in his bag. He was determined to remember the contents off of his memory but, for the life of him, he just could not remember. The fighting between Retane and Orion continued, but all Seventeen could do was concentrate on the duffel bag that adorned his back.

Eventually, it got to him: Just what is in there?! he thought to himself. Popping a squat on the ground, he opened the black bag, and the first item that he pulled out was the barrel that knocked him unconscious earlier. He started to fiddle with it for a bit. At first, it was aiming at his crotch, and he nearly pulled the trigger, but a fwoosh-ha from the fight made him fumble with it for a bit. After a couple of seconds, he started to pull the trigger again, and this time a barrage of ki darted out, heading straight for the Namekian.

Next thing he knew, the saiyan was yelling at him to shoot the bottle. Seventeen was trying to figure out what the hell he meant when his pupils turned red. Pulling the trigger close to his face, the android squinted one eyes and lined up Retane’s hand with the other. Pulling the trigger for a brief moment, a single ki blast shot out, erupting soon enough with the Molotov cocktail. A chain reaction ensued, with the Namekian’s neck being the end of the chain.

Seventeen stood up, placing his weapon in his bag as he did so, and started walking towards the charred body. The head was ruined from the mouth down, having been obliterated by the collar, but one could still make out the remnant of a brain stem within the head. The body was still burning a bit, so the android rolled it around on the ground with a kick of his foot. After the flames died down, Seventeen grabbed at a piece of cloth that was on the Namek’s torso. Sliding it over the arms and sizzling neck, he examined it for a moment.

Orion stepped forward and took a look. ‘Looks like some kind of armour,’ the saiyan said. The android threw it at him, not paying attention whether he caught it or not and began to examine the body some more. He held out his hand, which resulted in a rod appearing there, long and bright with gold. He started shoving the staff into the dead body, which was quite resistant at first. After a couple of minutes, he had taken off several large chunks, all of them charred black.

‘Already cooked meat—it’ll spoil soon, but we should be able to venture a bit further before we set up camp,’ Seventeen said, placing the chunks of meat in his back with the gun of ki. His eyes then turned back to black, his brow unfurrowed, and his arms went limp. ‘Where’s that green guy- oh.’

Orion was starting to get an idea of what was going on here, but decided to continue observing more, rather than ask questions.