Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Oct 22, 2018 1:43:24 GMT -5
From over the horizon, Tundra finds himself once again flying over Gokkano's capital city. Although, it would be more accurate to call this place one enormous militarized city, rather than one that would in any way resemble a civilian relm. N-PTO troopers dominate the walkways, and attack pods race across the sky, either heading offworld or returning from various missions on behalf of the organization. While Arcosians certainly make up the higher echelons of the social hierarchy, dozens of sentient species are the hallmark. Every being, save for the few clustered groups of visiting client beings, wears the telltale combat uniforms of the Neo-Planet Trade Organization. The jackets seem to vary wildly, but all follow the same aesthetic, and can easily be identified as belonging to the organization.
Tundra descends through the air until he finally lands briskly in front of a series of massive, yet interconnected, buildings. Two of the troopers, purple in color with two protruding growths flanking their skulls stand guard at the sides of the entrance closest to Tundra. As he approaches, the two beings snap to attention. They say nothing to Tundra as he passes to enter the building, and he makes no effort to acknowledge them. Within the structure of the first dome-like building, low-clearance troopers go about their business of cleaning, or lining up for mission briefings.
"Lieutenant Tundra, sir!" came a feminine, almost shrill voice. The Arcosian soldier stops, and turns towards the source of the voice as he raises a brow at the unprofessional call-out. The source, it appears, is a slim, dark purple Durian. She wears a similar battle jacket to Tundra's, though hers has a raised arch that protects the back of her neck. "Sir, we were told that you had responded to the unauthorized landing. Our scanning teams picked up raised battle power ratings, as well as a near seismic activity. Base command was concerned that the situation was getting out of hand."
"The situation has been handled, Ensign Sirami." Tundra replies flatly, clasping his hands behind his back. "I will need command to contact Captain Kiwano, so that I may give my debriefing."
"Sir!" the Ensign salutes, and spins on her heel to walk away and accomplish her given task. GiyaKiwano - Tagging just in case you have time to participate. Thaw - Tagging just in case you have time to participate. Raspberry - Tagging just in case you have time to participate.
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Oct 22, 2018 22:47:35 GMT -5
It was time to meet back up with Tundra and see Glacier but before Giya chose to do this she took on the Arcosian's advice. His advice was simply, "Get whatever reprogramming, etc. done that you need to before we go meet Glacier. We don't want any problems occurring before him." She had kind of freaked out on Tundra last time and almost attacked him. Tundra in response had given this message to her and left it was a warning he'd take her down if she did anything stupid to the Arcosian over lord. To make sure this didn't happen, Giya went and did a full self-diagnosis of her systems in the span of a few hours. She found while doing it that there had been some actual damage caused to her systems because of the pregnancy first when she fought AWamori and then later when she fought Luo where the problem began more exacerbated by his punch to her ribs. The issue itself was that by taking damage these two times early in her pregnancy she'd accidentally ruined some abilities to tell time and had issues with time discrepancy and data analysis. The problem didn't really effect her per say mentally but physically. For example, when she had been shot in her last fight she should have been able to dodge a laser blast at point blank whether she was pregnant or not. She was built to though she didn't then. It was a problem because it meant she wasn't good for a serious fight and needed to be fine tuned. This fin tuning couldn't just happen on its own though because the child within her was linked to her and as a result had come out mere hours ago to express her problem by expressing itself with its own thoughts. Giya listened but didn't like it and neither had Tundra, so in a long story short she put herself into sleep mode and relived the last six months by rebuilding her own memories from the point Awamori trained with her. She experienced them alongside all the pain from the few battles she had been in and slowly came to understand her body in that state as well as her normal and pregnant state more. When she woke up properly though in a small outpost outside the city she couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach. She moved from the out post's nearest sleeping areas to her own private quarters provided by the base and for the first time got a good look at herself in a long while. Her stomach transformed from looking like anything it had before. It literally was the size of a watermelon and looked weighed down by fatty tissue that upped her normal weight of 168 lbs. to an astounding 184 lbs. Giya wasn't two or even four months pregnant like she thought but she wasn't nearly as big as she thought she would be either. She was within normal weight limits in her current state of being six months along. There wasn't any way to hide this and Giya didn't try to anymore as she stepped out of the base wearing a new set of battle spandex and a battle jacket with a golden belt around her waist. Giya looked nothing like a proper soldier in terms of fitness but she didn't mind as she slowly hovered only five feet off the ground towards the main city of Gokkano. Here, Giya would hear the hustle and bustle of everyone on the planet's main city as she passed by onlooking soldiers in search of Tundra. Her ears soon brought her to the sound of, "Lieutenant Tundra, sir!" whereupon she flew towards it to find a spiky headed alien woman saluting him from afar. She didn't know what he said as he held his hands behind his back but she simply watched and folded her hands across her massive chest. Giya knew she was finally out of commission for a battle a now and intended not to go into one for a while but she still couldn't help but wonder if Tundra might throw this purple skinned woman into a fight not long from now. Tundra Kiwano Thaw Raspberry
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Raspberry
Low Class Poster
Posts: 10
Race: Beri-seijin
Dice: 2d48
EXP: 3,200
Zeni: 4,100
HP: 480
SP: 3,220
Transformations:
Blaster Power (+d10)
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Post by Raspberry on Oct 24, 2018 21:17:22 GMT -5
A military planet devout to an empire built on the conquering and trading planets was bound to be different than other cultures and urban environments found elsewhere in the galaxy. The main structures were based on the Aristocracy, the Acrosians. The round, white building with orb like windows that stuck out and jutting, sideways spikes that served no real purpose were interconnected with a labyrinth of hallways, the thing structures extended from random spots of the unseen internal layouts of the towers and ground level homes. Every structure had a purpose for some military action. Barracks, armories, medical facilities, and various other designations laid out not only city wide, but planet wide. The traffic was relegated to two forms, flying vehicles acting as transit between off world stations and missions and the receiving buildings to which got too much of a crowd for one, central complex. The city life was equally as alien as the design. Everyone was in a armor, in new, well polished condition or in cracked and ruined beyond repair. The colors were not too different between attire. The main shape was the same, however there were additions that were added on to a few to make them more unique. The colors could be outlandish compared to the rest, or be the same as the rest of the group the person was marching with. There were different races of every shape, hue, and size, but that was largely ignored per job. Anything outside the armor was there for necessity, rather than preference. Helmets were given to those who couldn't breathe in space, bulky arm mounted cannons and small laser pistols to those who had a harder time with ki techniques, armored gauntlets and boots for brawling brutes, and scouters to guards and field operatives to detect power signatures. Everything was simplified to the point where barely anything was definitive. There was little negativity towards one another. Discrimination based on race or species was nonexistent in this area. No one did anything out of the ordinary to antagonize another. A perfect society with the exception of one thing; those who were higher. Only the high command was of more usual cultural traditions. Being they were all Acrosian, the majority were in their bio armor, but freedom could be found there. They were unique per person. Bias, discrimination, competition, and arrogance were rampant the highest there was. They did not work as cohesively as the low class. Most of them even would fight each other. This was reflected on higher class citizens, or soldiers in this special case. The higher ranking the soldier, the more arrogant, competitive, and prejudiced they got. They had more freedom with what they took and their own attire. Higher ranks other than the upper class were there for their skill and bravado rather than birthright. They got there through the reflection of the high class. However, any Acrosian seen in the high and middle class were disregarded for the most part. Middle class was seen as the lowest position for one, despite the lower class being the lowest form of soldier. These were troublemakers and those not born from the aristocrats. It was a tradition practiced from the beginning of the Acrosian unification, brought on by the conquerors putting the conquered as the low workers of society. A lot of middle class Acrosians were descendants from those initial bloodlines. Higher class Acrosians were those redeemed from the middle class by showing a higher amount of battle skill than the rest. Or were those born from the aristocracy and were being punished for a tarnishing act. There was little room to grow from the higher class to the aristocratic circle, so it was a doomed fate to being subservient rather than having a shot at total leadership. But there was a few Acrosians in the low class. There were a multitude of reasons for this. The most prominent being aristocrats who fell for someone they shouldn't have, or any other accident and wanted it buried. The low class was the worst starting point to get higher. One could work their entire lives to get up and barely make it to middle. That's what made Tundra unique to troops. He was one of the few. None knew why he was there, with them, but only what they saw. He was the only frost demon a majority of low class soldiers had saw as a lower level soldier. Including Raspberry, a blaster guard. His presence was met with unspoken curiosity, even if the matter wasn't important to their well being.
Raspberry was one of the low level soldiers. A bulbous cannon was on his left arm, held in place by the handle with pressure being dispensed on either side near the middle of his forearm by two egg shaped orbs that helped seal the thing to his arm, making it hard, but far from impossible to remove. He, like others from his unit, wore a armor with blue plates with tan accents on the pointed arm pauldrons and thigh/crotch guards, all with white outlining. A little personal choice was the purple body glove that exposed nothing. His boots and gloves were both a rubbery, white material that was protective to energy attacks, but not as much as the armored variants and offered comfortablity in place of added protection. His helmet was like any other, except without a scouter. A white base with a blue plate on the front that extended upwards. A almost invisible compound was in front of his face as a view point, stronger than most glass materials by other nations. It sealed the helmet, coming from the forehead that had the plate to a filter that also acted as a breathing port for space and a speaker to relay his voice when he spoke, not even producing audio buzz like primitive Earth recording did and instead projected it as if it weren't there. His face was the only thing exposed. A pinkish peach face with a rounded nose that came to a point, thick, black eyebrows, and eyes with narrow pupils, also black in color. Even if the visor was polarized, it wouldn't have a sight not to see.
The guard described stood in the area of the building Tundra had strode in. Like any military installation, Acrosian or otherwise, there were always unnecessary amounts of soldiers there just standing around. He did that as a job in the NPTO. When the red, white, and blue frost demon entered in, there were off duty and on duty soldiers that had their attention caught. He couldn't vouch for their reasons, but Raspberry's own story behind his interest was that he had encountered the daemon before. In a barracks not very far from the hub they were in. There the Acrosian was offered, and accepted a position in a new unit of middle class soldiers, recruited from lower class grunts. He himself had not accepted, a choice he still mulled over in his head. He never thought he would see the demon again after that ordeal. But there he was, striding by. Ever since that fight it made him wonder what he was doing at his rank; if he were a mistake of a aristocrat. He couldn't put a face close to Tundra's and get a similar result, so he had no idea what his backstory was, if he was potential dirt to be smudged on a noble. If the guard wasn't so unoccupied all the time, he would have forgotten about the shorter Acrosian. Standing not so far away from other similarly uniformed soldiers, he stared at the Kiwano Force member without realizing it. He was lost in thought about the potential of the warrior's backstory, not at all taking in anything else. He wasn't much of a intellectual, so an act like this wasn't that uncommon. It wasn't like he was paid to critically think, let alone think at all. His built stature was what he had focused on, rather than the sharpening of the mind. Just like every soldier in the room.
Little did he know that he was about experience yet another fate entwined event with Tundra and another unusual third party on Acrose.......
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Oct 26, 2018 0:48:59 GMT -5
It would not be too long before the Durian woman returns, snapping to salute once more.
"Sir, we were unable to immediately contact Captain Kiwano, but Command would like to receive your debriefing regardless." the Durian informs Tundra in a crisp, professional tone.
"Ah, I see, very well. Thank you, you may return to your own duties." Tundra replies in a polite dismissal. The Arcosian soldier wonders if he should perhaps wait for the android to meet with him, when he notices her standing a fair distance away. Her morphed form makes the android stick out more, which was fortunate for Tundra - Command was best not kept waiting too long.
Moving at a fair clip, Tundra approaches Panel.
"I am pleased to see that you have arrived in a timely manner." Tundra begins, his hands still clasped against his back. "Our activity needs to be explained to Command, though I would have liked to report directly to my own commanding officer."
Tundra turns slightly away, a gesture to show the android he wished her to follow.
"I hope that your problem has been addressed by our medical teams?" Tundra asks plainly, though through his peripherals, the Arcosian soldier notices that other troopers had been watching him. One of them, otherwise unremarkable in appearance, jogs the feeling of familiarity in Tundra's mind. Realizing that he had met this trooper not long ago, Tundra grins and looks directly at the blaster trooper, and begins walking towards the trooper, gesturing to Panel to follow as she speaks.
GiyaRaspberry
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Oct 26, 2018 7:55:51 GMT -5
"Sir," Giya stated saluting Tundra out of her wish to show him respect. "The problem with my pregnancy stemmed from taking too much damage during a fighting tournament. I fixed my own problem simply by sleeping on it, but your soldiers provided a nice bed so kudos.” It was thanks to this sleep she was able to reset not only her pain but also her mood to the point she could kill again for the N-PTO. Giya lowered her arm and followed Tundra walking closely behind him as they passed a soldier with a blaster on his arm that he eyed quickly. She did not know who it was but she hoped that she could fool him and Tundra’s boss as she walked by. After all, she had betrayed Tundra’s trust almost, had left the N-PTO previously to try to think of joining Awamori’s group, and had only just come back here under a fake name. She was not sure if being Panel or Giya would be useful here now since Giya knew she might have some conflicts with them completely group that were not erasable. She had not directly killed troops of the N-PTO but attacking a human base on the planet, whom she had previously allied with, was not going to help. In addition, killing an important prisoner/researcher like her own mother Pina over trying to rewrite her while on Earth was not going to be favorable for her either. She knew that her mother had made other people that looked like her down on the planet, well, it looked that way so getting rid of them was probably good. Most importantly, it did not help that she had uploaded herself into one of these people simply because her old systems failed and caused all of this in the first place. Tundra’s leader would not like it if the new body she now possessed showed no signs of improved power levels; that is if he saw through her Panel façade. Giya had yet to tap into her body’s full potential but with her pregnancy in the way, it was not something she was going to get to finding out soon. She could offer up her own child as a soldier as her mother had done and with that, she prayed her life was not through. She did not intend to follow her mother’s footsteps though for all of that only led to trouble as shown in her own life. Tundra, RaspberryNote: I hope this isn't too bad for a post but here I go.
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Raspberry
Low Class Poster
Posts: 10
Race: Beri-seijin
Dice: 2d48
EXP: 3,200
Zeni: 4,100
HP: 480
SP: 3,220
Transformations:
Blaster Power (+d10)
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Post by Raspberry on Oct 26, 2018 14:45:34 GMT -5
The low class soldier looked at the incoming Humanoid that approached Tundra. He brushed over her quickly, not recognizing her or anything of importance. The baby belly was something he saw, but considering how the NPTO had only a handful of women in the ranks, he just assumed she was one of those Saiyan warriors, just not assigned on any mission. Unlike a traditional military, those in the NPTO did not have a life outside the force. Family, friends, and any other connections were put behind them, new connections to other military personnel replacing them. The unit was your new family, your teammates your new friends. There were exceptions, such as the small remnant of Saiyans that were used by the NPTO from time to time. They weren't classified with the rest of the rank and file grunts, instead separated into their own division, free to practice their own warrior cultures. It would have been weird for a standard NPTO officer to be pregnant or have any romantic relations, but it was easy for a Saiyan to, who weren't as restricted. He was largely unaware what she truly was and only assumed her identity based on her appearance. She had the black hair and eyes, the upright posture they had, as well as the rough look of her. The only thing she missed was the tail. After briefly looking her over as she talked, he returned to the Acrosian. The girl was pushed out his mind, not worried about her as much as the walking blue moon she was conversing with. They seemed to have finished, beginning to walk to their other destination after a officer, he considered them a middle class warrior, notified them. The frost demon's eyes then fell on him and interlocked with his for a moment. When he smiled, Raspberry let out grunt of confusion, his body almost taking a step back to express his puzzlement. He didn't know what the smile was for and could only wonder what it meant. As they walked by, he continued to look at the special forces member up until he passed by, the woman as well. He didn't look at the woman, unaware of her own gaze that overlooked him. After they passed he then turned back to the other similarly uniformed men.
"Why is it that that Acrosian unsettles me when he is in the room? I feel like somthin's about to happen. I don't like it." One of the others nodded at the statement. They contributed just a one off rumor with no backing to it to contribute to the conversation. Fabrication was common among the low class. It helped make them feel like they knew more than they did. "I heard he was fathered in by the one in charge, himself, and the guy is here because they don't want him found." What Raspberry wondered wasn't in a minority, thinking about Tundra's heritage and reason for being. Others started giving their own alleged facts that were incapable of being validated. That was how gossip occurred. Just rabble that contradicted itself.
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Oct 27, 2018 0:20:42 GMT -5
Tundra tilts his head as the android speaks, finally just shrugging.
"As long as you are able to keep it under control." he replies flatly as they near the blaster trooper. He vaguely hears the hushed mutterings between the lollygagging soldiers, but pays them not attention. The Arcosian soldier has no time, nor interest, in gossip - though the supposed mystery surrounding his place among the riffraff has its uses.
It was also not something he was particularly willing to discuss.
"The presence of those insurgents on Gokkano has me concerned." Tundra freely admits. "To bypass our security measures, and have enough time to establish a foothold suggests that they had other ways to infiltrate this world. I will have to speak with you at further length, Panel, in regards to this Awamori being. After my debriefing, of course."
Rather than pass by the blaster trooper, Tundra stops and faces the being, regarding him calmly.
"Trooper... no, what was it... Raspberry, was it not?" Tundra begins, yanking at his memories of the relatively recent meeting of his recruitment into the Kiwano Force by the Captain himself. "I feel I am not mistaken that I am addressing the soldier whom was included in the recruitment drive by Captain Kiwano some days ago? I recall that you were uncertain in being singled out of the crowd. Have you had adequate time to consider the Captain's offer?"
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Oct 28, 2018 16:40:05 GMT -5
"I shall keep that in mind, but do you really need more information on Awamori? I'm not someone with any more data on him than what I've told you currently." Giya told Tundra as she followed behind him. When he went to face the troops of the N-PTO they passed and spoke with them she remained behind him and waited for him to talk to her again. While she stood around hoping to find out what he really wanted out of her Giya could feel strong movement in her gut. Her belly sagged even more than usual. It felt to her like her body was getting closer to this birth period she had gone on about before to other people. She felt no pain right now and had not for a good portion of her pregnancy but her mental records filled with knowledge of humans stated she was supposed to, especially as it got to the end of it. Giya's hands clenched into fists and she hoped neither this soldier nor Tundra's boss would be long affairs. Tundra, Raspberry
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Nov 17, 2018 17:37:28 GMT -5
Tundra waits expectantly for the soldier to reply, but for some reason the trooper didn't appear to be either willing to respond, or knew how to. Perhaps Tundra's casual approach had taken the trooper off guard. Either way, Tundra shrugs and turns away from the trooper without another word. Instead, the Arcosian soldier looks back at Giya, and motions for her to follow him. He clasps his hands behind his back, and begins walking away from the trooper.
"As a matter of fact, Panel, I should know everything about this Awamori person." Tundra replies, his tone only slightly admonishing. "The fools we obliterated were nothing, but they still managed to infiltrate Gokkano, and establish a base. That is why I ask these questions about Awamori. To defeat your enemies, sometimes simple destruction isn't enough - you must study them. Learn their history, their philosophy, their tactics and concerns."
Tundra approaches a door, which slides open to allow the two to pass through to a long hallway. The walls would come up only to about Giya's waist, with the curved ceiling connecting to the walls being entirely of partially tinted glass. At the end of the hall is a solid looking door, and a pair of tall guards, clad in full combat suits and both wearing the more advanced arm-mounted blaster guns.
"I expect to collect every shred of intel you possess on him. As an android, I presume you can access your databanks and provide me with a model of his appearance, and recording of his voice. Although, if not, then I will want you to describe him to the best of your capability." Tundra continues, walking down the hall. "Until I see this human broken at my feet, I will treat him as an absolute threat. Perhaps I should have been more proactive while I was already on the human planet."
Tundra reaches the end of the hall, and the guards allow him to pass through as the door hisses open. The room on the other side is spacious, but unlike the other room, fairly empty - save for the three imposing Arcosians standing near a large terminal. The huge screen on the wall that they are looking at shows a multitude of planets, each world tagged with scrolling information about their geography and native fauna, flora, and civilizations if any are present.
GiyaSorry Raspberry, needed to move the thread forward.
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Nov 19, 2018 10:21:02 GMT -5
Giya followed Tundra while he continued to explain his reasoning for needing a description of Awamori. She passed through sliding doors that hissed at her and into a hallway with walls as short as her waist and a glass dome that didn't offer much height to her. Thus, Giya with her upgraded, taller body had to duck slightly before passing by heavily armed guards with even bigger guns attached to their arms. It was the standard stuff issued to Tundra's people, her people, and frankly now that she looked at it she couldn't help but smile. Her reason for smiling was that the soldiers all packed such fire power when they were pipsqueaks compared to her new, taller self. "They must have some confidence issues," she snidely thought as she remembered even her original state was slightly taller than Tundra now that she looked at him. She had been built to, well, fit in with the rest of soldiers but now the new Giya designated "Panel" by none-other-than-herself looked out of place even as she stepped into a room beyond the hall mounted with big computer screens. She'd rise to full height in her feeling quite at home in a bigger space and rest her hands upon her belly stating, "I cannot provide a 3D model of your target as I was only equipped to scan environments really well not produce them." She frowned and then uttered as she moved her hands to her hips, "I'll describe him in the best analogy I can though." She then coughed and continued, "Imagine that I'm a delicious slab of pork belly. I'm fatty round and fair as can be. I don't have much taste but I am so very filling and yet without purpose beyond that. Awamori is quite different. He's a grizzled steak that's got no fat on him and is just lean, powerful protein. He's the sort of man you down to the very bone as a leader and first class contender as a strong fighter had he been trained that way in his life. The man's blond brown hair and beard identify him immediately for they are cut short and clean on his face like a bit of sprinkled garnish. Awamori is a man who wears simple Earth II military clothes and a thick jacket but if you cook him right like the thick skin of a steak can look quite nice. He's big and well toned in terms of his body shape, kind of like me, but not really as I said I don't have the muscle he would ever have. My swollen belly is a case in point to this testament but damn would you not want to face him as a regular human." She giggled at this but inside her mind wondered if it was okay to betray him like this even if just her enemies-tuned-allies weird analogies and lacking information to go off of. She could feel her stomach tighten at the thought of betrayal yet her mind decided to push it back. She was only going to show confidence from now on and she made clear she was going to switch and stay on their side permanently. She didn't need other emotion; they were put in her by her mother and made her weaker than her original programming intended. They allowed her current situation with her hyperactive, abnormally strong child to occur but it was not without its own issues. She couldn't fight as well as she had before her mother's betrayal and her own forced betrayal and for this she was quite mad. After telling this all to Tundra she rested her hands on her belly and looked up at all the monitors in the room with various planets on them. Their sure were a lot to go through and she wanted to make contact with them all. A wicked smile crept upon her face and as it did she rubbed her hands on her stomach thinking of which one to give her child. Yet this pleasantry she hoped to find here giving away secrets wouldn't last long. She felt a strong punching sensation wrack through her whole body forcing her to cross her legs suddenly. She didn't know what she went through as it happened but if she had to take a guess it was... a contraction. It meant the child she was having was coming soon maybe and yet it did still feel early even if her body flowed with energy levels beyond human capability. Tundra , Raspberry
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Nov 25, 2018 1:52:06 GMT -5
When the pair enter the room, they are both equally met with narrowed eyes and disdainful leers. One of the Arcosians, the largest of them - apparently having chosen to adopt their second form as their public appearance - curls his lip and walks over to Tundra and Giya. Tundra places his right hand over his left pectoral, and bows his head to the much larger Arcosian. Of course, if Tundra chose to, he could easily match the brutish looking Arcosian with his own second form.
"Well, out with it." the Arcosian grunts rudely. "We have twelve planets to review, and can only spare a little time on your frivolous reports."
"Of course, my lord." Tundra replies, showing no reaction to the disgusted reaction the other Arcosians show towards him. "I believe that the High Command should be made aware that Gokkano has been infiltrated by a hostile force."
"Hostile force?" the giant of an Arcosian repeats, raising a brow.
"Yes, my lord." Tundra affirms. "Insurgents that we strongly suspect originate from the planet known as Earth Two by its colonizers."
"And?" the being presses, sounding impatient. Tundra's eyes flick up daringly at the larger Arcosian, though he keeps his head bowed. His jaw visibly tenses, realizing that he wasn't being taken seriously. "We already know about that species. Humans. Weak, pathetic lower lifeforms."
"Yes, my lord." Tundra replies in a placating tone. "But even so, they were able to slip past our defenses, and -"
"Then our technicians need to be dealt with." the Arcosian lord grunts irritably. "These insects are beneath our notice. I assume you handled them upon discovery?"
"Yes, my lord - Panel here and I located their base of operations and obliterated them." Tundra explains. "Panel was a prisoner of theirs, being used to test technology that they were preparing to unleash upon Gokkano. She managed to reach out to me and -"
"If the two of you were all it took to annihilate these insects, then you are wasting our time with this report." the Arcosian interrupts, eyeing Giya irritably. His eyes settle on Giya's stomach. "This woman is not combat efficient at all. Not in this condition, especially." Giya
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Nov 25, 2018 8:27:27 GMT -5
Giya soon finds herself in a monitoring room where a rather stubborn, hostile guard awaits them. They speak with Tundra first and foremost and to her ire she finds them belittle his report to them. This causes her to stamp her right foot on the ground in anger as she finds the Arcosian stationed at the monitors eye her belly with extreme disdain. Giya, without hesitation, steps forward and loudly proclaims, "Sir, you have no idea what these humans are like. I, Panel, may have been a human only hours ago but in this mere time between then and when I surrendered myself to become a part of your empire they have had ample time to build me into a cyborg, change part of your landscape into a base, and clearly must have gotten inside help to do it all. There's-there's a scientist I remember who did this to me and if he didn't die when I helped Tundra kill them all then we've got someone willing to spill secrets." Her hands began to shake from the anger she felt being considered combat inefficient and she hoped that explaining herself might help calm her nerves and make this guy see reason but it didn't. She felt sharp kicks from her belly and her own child telepathically start talking again. Their words rang clear as she gripped her belly and listened to them scream, "Mommy! I want out I want to make this guy understand!" Giya then grit her teeth once more and felt her knees buckle even more than before as her 'contractions' worsened. She'd then glare down at her own stomach and mutter, "I may not be combat efficient now but I feel... in just a few hours I will be again." She said this in order to let Tundra know her child was coming soon as she eyed him out of the corner of her view. "I'm in a state of flux that female humans experience called pregnancy though. They produce their own children within themselves and then raise them for years afterwards into adults, however, because I was changed into a cyborg in the moments Tundra attacked that base while pregnant... I probably will have a soldier ready child. I-I just don't know what my former allies were thinking..." She held her head and knew exactly what they were doing. Some were likely going against Awamori's creeds and upgrading humanity to be like Arcosian level fighters. Not the kind alien who actually helped her out, but no one needed to know that. He was her scapegoat out of this stupid mess and by informing them of him and/or killing him she made herself visibly on their side. Giya's breaths soon began to get heavy and without realizing it she found herself barely crouched on one knee as her stomach bulged out in front of her. "This whole thing's been a mess kid, so if you're ready to come out..." "Don't worry mommy I'll be sure to use only a little of your strength getting here and I'll be fighting ready." She heard from the voice in her stomach. She looked to Tundra now and said, "You wouldn't happen to have those medical facilities you promised, right? Don't have a clue what's about to happen but I don't want a baby shooting laser beams through this base." She felt it was possibly too soon for the kid to be ready to be born but there was no stopping it. "Oh, I can do much worse than that for the sake of Gokkano," her child's voice stated, "but who knows about my more eager twin." This caused Giya to raise an eyebrow as she crouched on the floor in pain. The fact she was carrying two kids explained this whole mess of why she was having them sooner. The other one hadn't talked to her before or she didn't think she had heard them before so how really was things going to turn out? Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Nov 26, 2018 0:07:18 GMT -5
Tundra grits his teeth, mentally grating at the dismissiveness of his superiors. But, incredibly, the android stamps her foot and argues the large Arcosian's words. The large Arcosian's lip curls in disgust at Giya, and Tundra's eyes widen for a moment - damn be her stubbornness! Then, the disembodied voice rings out, making Tundra curse under his breath. The High Command killed beings for less than these affronts! He meets Giya's gaze, giving her a silent leer, a sign of warning. But to Tundra's surprise, the large Arcosian begins to laugh!
"Well then, you are quite bold, insect." the Arcosian replies. "If your battle power is matched by your absurdity, then perhaps you do have a place in our forces. But you will need to learn your place. Your human species is an inept, inferior race. Whatever power you think you have witnessed them possess, I assure you is insignificant before the might of Lord Glacier. Reducing entire planets to dust is but child's play for our master."
The powerful being turns his gaze on Tundra.
"If this insect scientist still indeed lives, then you will have again failed us. Perhaps I should have you again demoted further?" the large Arcosian grins wickedly. "You sounded confident that you erased this supposed threat, it would be quite shameful if you did leave any of them alive. Now get out of our sight, before I seriously consider demotion for wasting our time."
"Please, my Lord, I request permission to personally pursue these beings back to their planet, and deal with them - Permanently." Tundra asks, audibly shaken. "And if I was stupid enough to allow any insurgent to survive my initial attack, I will immediately investigate and correct it..!"
"Do so, but don't expect any reward." the Arcosian grunts, humor draining from his tone. "And very well - see to it that the human planet is properly purged. That planet would fetch a rather excellent price. Of course if you fail, and dare to return to Gokkano, a demotion will be the least of your concerns. Now begone!"
Tundra bows his head further and swings around, wrapping his left arm under Giya's shoulder to quickly lead her out of the command room. Rather than expect Giya to keep up in her condition, Tundra would suddenly sweep the android off her feet, carrying her down the hall. Though his eyes show a very real bitterness, perhaps even hatred.
"Damn them... Damn their shortsightedness..!" Tundra growls under his breath, taking Giya back through the main lobby and out of the structure. The medical facility isn't particularly far. Tundra takes to the air, flying quickly to reach that destination... Giya
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Giya
Upper Class Poster
Posts: 169
Race: Cyborg
Dice: 4d60
EXP: 10,734
Zeni: 36
HP: 1,200
SP: 743
Transformations: None
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Post by Giya on Nov 27, 2018 0:00:39 GMT -5
The cynical laughter and disdainful retorts presented by the Arcosian both Giya and Tundra met were not what she expected. They her rather uneasy so much so she found herself she had to be carried out of the room by her fellow Arcosian. Giya hoped to get her body under control but there was no use in trying to now. Her kid was not only telepathically speaking to them all and demanding to be let out into the world but she could now feel her boy finally enter the conditions of a normal, human pregnancy. Her body up until had lessened these effects since she was an android but it could not hold them back any longer. Giya's body felt extremely heavy even though she was in Tundra's arms now and she could feel her belly bloat as her kid, maybe kids tried to push their way out into world. Her whole spine shivered and her legs shook from pain that traveled up and down it as she gripped Tundra's waist and told the alien lizard. "I screwed up here and I promised I wouldn't but... I had to say something to your superior morons." Giya knew in the back of her mind one thing and that was if after all that had happened if: her mother or alien scientist sided with humanity she had spoken of had been willing to betray humans were dangerous to a degree her mother had proven that by rewriting her before she'd gone back and re-corrected all her own internal programming. Tundra's superior just couldn't understand that! Giya didn't have time to worry about that though as she let out a loud, "AUGH!" and felt her belly convulse from the sheer pain her labor was bringing her. Luckily, she found herself in a medical room minutes later being overlooked by another Arcosian who sneered at her and said, "Blacked out didn't you Saiyan wench. I just can't understand you Saiyans breeding the way you do." Giya blinked only to feel and see a heavy white sheet over her body frame and realized she'd been set on a medical bed. She grit her teeth at the Arcosian who was likely in the same sort of position as Tundra i.e. demoted from a more suitable position and uttered to him, "I'll have you know I'm know Saiyan wench I'm human cyborg." The Arcosian shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "You all look practically the same. Saiyans have tails and you don't so there's no reason to get upset you're basically the-" Giya sat up and an angry look filled her eyes until she gripped her forehead and felt just about ready to vomit on the sheets in front of her. "What did you do to me?" The Arcosian held up a needle and said, "You Saiyans and humans enter that silly 'pregnancy' phase sometimes where you produce children or what-not so in order not to hear your audible screams as you give birth I gave you pain medicine." Usually, this was a hospital reserved for warriors but apparently the Arcosians weren't stupid when it came to biological species' needs other than their own. Still, it wasn't much of a comfort as while she wasn't in pain now her body still had not gone through the final stages of birth. "When will my kid be born," Giya demanded looking down at her stomach. "They told me probably now or in a little while." the Arcosian answered. He'd look off to see if Tundra was nearby as he'd carried her in and likely given him this information. But Giya knew her own kids could have said something too as they'd unexpectedly developed psychic powers before even being born if it was to be believed by the one kid she was giving birth to that she was going to have twins. The Arcosian didn't seem to excited to answer anything else though. Another surge of pain wracked her body but because of the injection it didn't feel so bad as she laid down and fell asleep. The Arcosian standing nearby wanted to simply transfer Giya over to a medical pod and be done with things here but as it stood he had to annoyingly watch her to make sure she didn't hurt herself. It would be a few minutes later when Giya woke up and felt more pain in her body. The Arcosian then would draw a curtain on wheels over and like a normal hospital give her privacy. It would be at this point Giya's pain would end and two children would be born into the world for her. Somehow she managed to do it without any help beyond what she was given up to now but she wished this had happened somewhere else as she took to holding two very big babies in her arms that she swaddled in her hospital sheets after the Arcosian stepped in and took a brief look to see if they breathed. Giya smirked at them and could feel their weight in her arms. Both were an earnest twelve pounds and although they were heavy she could see they weren't longer much than a foot in length. To make things even more interesting, well, both were sleeping too almost right away after she held them to her chest to feed them. She could sense in one, a boy, a high power level (i.e. the one she talked to all this time) and in his sister a much lower power level. She didn't know how well they'd fare in an army unit from Gokkano in the years to come but she intended to have no kids for a while if at all anymore. She was a soldier first and foremost and this was pregnancy was a fluke caused by an unexpected power upgrade. She now only hoped she could recover, raise them, and in the meantime also find the chance to go on with her assigned mission to track down the rest of the invaders who had sneaked on to Gokkano and then fled. It was important to get back to that now after a few minutes of proper rest. That's all she felt she'd need to recharge even after this kind of ordeal. Re-acclimating after all was easy for a proper cyborg and she needed to be that. Tundra
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Nov 29, 2018 2:09:00 GMT -5
Tundra would not be found within the medical facility - rather, he stands outside, visibly outraged by the turn of events. His gaze sears at the night sky as space pods come and go.
"Damn them... damn all of them!" Tundra growls, fuming at the thoughts of how little the High Command cared about the insurgent presence on Gokkano. "Idiots - just because they have such power, they think they are untouchable..!"
Tundra looks down at his hands, his eyes narrowing. His own power had tripled in an unusually short span of time, but even armed with that understanding, he never once considered underestimating his enemies. Only the foolish look down on their enemies as inferior - such foolish pride would be their downfall. And centuries past, it very nearly was the downfall of the great organization he serves. The fact that they were called the Neo-Planetary Trade Organization should damn well be considered as proof.
"But no - they allow stupid pride and shallow fear dictate their actions!" Tundra's fingers curl into fists, his fingernails threatening to pierce the skin of his palms. "And the android, damn the android for her impertinence! Telling me that there was no way the insurgents could have survived our assault, and then suggesting that one of my primary targets could have survived to my superiors! What game is she playing at!?"
Tundra looks back at the hospital, his eyes filled with malice.
"She had better get her act together, or I swear I will kill her children while she watches!" Tundra growls. He takes a deep breath and suddenly rockets off the ground, ascending far into the sky. He stops only to turn towards the general direction of the insurgent base far beyond the city borders. "No mistakes this time, if that doctor... whatever his name was, is indeed still alive, I have to find him. This android already admitted to abandoning the Organization in the past, so until I believe beyond the shadow of a doubt that she is loyal, I have no choice but to hold her every word with suspicion. I won't let her use leverage against me in front of High Command like that again..!"
With that said, Tundra rockets off through the air. He passes over the familiar mountain ranges with the spiteful furor of a demon, finally coming upon the rubble of what was once the insurgent base. Tundra quickly descends, and lands in the center of the debris, lifting heavy fallen walls to check for survivors that may be hanging on. After half an hour of painstaking searching, Tundra finds what appears to be a collapsed entrance into an underground staircase.
Tundra silently curses at himself for overlooking this, but fully intends to rectify his error. The Arcosian soldier vaporizes the rubble impeding his path, and slowly makes his way down the stairs into the dark... GiyaRetasu - If you have the time or interest in RPing Dr. Ichigo, if you decide he had survived the initial assault on this base.
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