[U] Celipa

[Burter]

PCs: Celipa

[Celipa]

50 guards stood in front of a tower. 50 idle guards, who thought they'd be seeing no action anytime soon.

~*~

A lone figure made her way across the bog, she had a slight limp but it was nothing major. She gimped towards the large tower that loomed over the area, and all the guards could tell what she was going for. She was in normal saiyan armor, only with red trim. Armor really didn't match her cute face at all.

Under her armor she had a massive wound. A healing wound, but it was bandaged. She couldn't even feel it anymore, she was comfortably numb to it. Celipa saw the many figures standing in military fashion in front of the tower, but she just kept pushing forward. She had nothing to lose any more, she'd risked death once in this war already.

As she kept going she picked up her pace, her limp getting steadily better as she went so it impaired her a lot less. Cel's saiyan spirit allowed her to push the pain to the back of her mind for now.

The guards brought up ki swords, every one of them. From around her waist, Celipa snagged at a hilt. It too was a ki sword.

Celipa halted in her march forward. For one brief second, there was a silent tension. The wad of guards watched Celipa, Celipa watched the wad of guards. And then her voice broke the silence.

"I'm not turning back," she barked out loud, pressing the button on her ki sword. It flickered to life. "So you can all forget that right now!"

The guards said nothing, but one put his foot forward. Celipa did likewise, meeting his stony expression with one of your own. His mouth twitched, and then opened wide as he flung a hand forward.

"CHARGE!" he bellowed.

The 50 some-odd guards all sprung forward at once, ki swords raised.

So did Celipa. A fiery inferno of red aura erupted from her feet and overtook her body...the awesome might of kiaoken.

One versus fifty. Even odds.

OOC: Take it away, Burter.

[Burter]

Sorry for the lack of roleplaying. Anyway,


Celipa puts up a strong fight, but it overmatched in numbers. 11 Guards fall, but Celipa is eventually shot in the hip, knocked out, and detained. She is held at Egg Tower, and the Outcasts Commander, 17, has been notified via messenger.

[Celipa]

Cel let out a rebel yell, and flung herself forth into the oncoming horde of guards. They overtook her, but she slashed and hacked away with her ki sword.

One man's leg came off, followed up with his head. That was one soul who wouldn't be returning to his family. Celipa pushed that thought to the back of her head and pressed onwards, screaming herself hoarse as she mowed down the overwhelming numbers.

Something like a tremendous pop was heard, Celipa's hip ripped open; and she literally spun sideways and fell to the ground.

"Unh..." she whined quietly, clutching her leg. Such an intense pain! She had never felt anything like this in her life!

She was quickly brought out of her trance as the butt of a gun made frightening contact with the back of her neck.

The saiyan assassin passed out on the ground.

~*~

[Later, in a Grungy Jail Cell]

"...what...?"

Celipa's eyes flickered open, but then winced shut quickly as she felt the pain in her hip again. Her hand shot down to it, and she could literally feel deep down into a hole in her leg. It was clear that a ki shotgun that had unleashed the blast, nothing else could do something this intense. Tears started falling from her eyes, but she made herself open them.

She was in a cell. All hopes she had had, fell right at that moment. She was truly, frighteningly alone right now. Garlic Junior wasn't about to come running with a medic, she wasn't about to be pulled free by the warm comradery of her fellow soldiers...nothing.

She was cold and alone. Trembling and broken on a cement floor in the grasps of the enemy; death was staring her right in the face. Celipa gulped deeply, and pushed herself into a sitting position, leaning on the hip that wasn't ripped to shreds. She forced back the tears.

I'm...I'm going to die in here!

Celipa kept trying to force back a panic attack, but the tears started streaming again. She was the only thing in this cell, except the thick metal bars that prevented her from escaping. Not that she could've anyway. She couldn't even walk, as far as she knew.

A voice interrupted her breakdown.

"You're awake."

Celipa looked up. It was a man in a yellow coat, an Outcast. He had a look of snide triumph on his face; she had to look away in disgust.

"You had better look away!" the man egged on cruelly. "You killed my friend! Tore off his leg! You get whatever the fuck's coming to you you saiyan trash!"

Celipa brought up her hand to fire off a ki blast at him, but thought against it. Her white saiyan gloves that went in a set with her armor were covered in her own dried blood, she noticed.

And if she attacked, she had no chance of survival. She decided that she would instead take her frustrations out verbally on this man she hated so much, though she didn't even know him.

"I hate you." Venom oozed from Celipa's voice as it cracked and trembled from the pain coursing through her body. "Torture me and kill me, you'll never get a word of information out of me!" she hissed.

The soldier grinned, and cracked his knuckles.

"Hopefully the commander will let me do just that."

With that, he walked away. Celipa dropped her tough disposition, and broke down and cried again. She really was just a scared little girl now, trying to put on a tough mask, but it was dawning now that she really was probably going to die.

[Burter]

Celipa made no noise as she was led upstairs, hands binded. She ignored the taunts of the guards and the cat-calls of the onlookers. She would not let them break her pride. No, this was not the day she would let them see her meekness.

On top of the tower, the guards lined the walls. She was led to the edge of the side overlooking her own country. The United lands looked beautiful from up above.

It all blanked out when a cloth was put over her head. Again, the saiyan kept quiet.

"You, assassain girl of the United Army," began a man behind her. "Have been found guilty for murder, and opposition, of the Outcasts. The Commander, Android Seventeen, has deemed your punishment as such: Death."

Celipa remained quiet. They would not see her break down.

"Any last words, assassain?" The man asked. He got nothing. "Very well. Do it."

A knee collided with her buttocks. She was shoved forward by the force, knocked off the ledge. The blindfold shielding her eyes from the wind, and all she could hear was the rush of ground hurtling towards her.

She couldn't see it, but she would feel it.

Falling...

Falling...

Fall--


































































RESULT

Celipa has been executed by the Outcasts